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sutorus · 7 months

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JUST THINKING ABOUT VIRGIN!GOJO. . .

getting close to gojo satoru was hard. like limitless was not only a technique but a way of living — of getting by. and you understand; having someone means having something to lose. being the strongest sorcerer alive means you have to be self sufficient, for the entire world’s sake.

but even though most would insist he is more god than human, there was nothing he could do to keep himself from falling into you. it’s the first time he feels okay relinquishing control, accepting unpredictability. he wonders, morosely, if this is what it feels like to be a regular teenager, even if he’s well into his 20s. to make dumb decisions like stay up late on the phone, to make out in the movies, to get nervous about meeting your parents, to buy matching phone cases.

gojo is obsessed with the feeling. he didn’t know he could want someone as much as he wants you, body and soul but god — your body. the way you get on top of him and make his abs seize, his hips grinding up of their own accord. you always laugh so sweetly at his desperation, licking into his mouth and letting your hands wander.

he gets hard embarrassingly fast, every time. whines anguished little moans, not knowing what he wants next. gripping your hips over his like it’s a lifeline, fucking up into you and rubbing your clothed crotches together like he doesn’t know how much better it can get — and he doesn’t. and that excites you beyond belief.

the first time it happens, it doesn’t last long. you told him you could ride him, that it wasn’t a problem, he could just focus on being as comfortable as possible. but the utter heat with which he said “no. no, you’re not fucking me. i’m fucking you,” left you weak in the knees.

he’s hurried, but he takes time to kiss every inch of your body once your clothes are off, murmuring sweet nothings about how you’re so perfect and all his. he’s been hard as a rock ever since you started kissing, not letting you get your mouth on him or even roll the condom on, too afraid of ruining it that soon.

when he slips inside, it’s so much better than he could’ve imagined. there’s no comparison, no feeling in the world, not even healing his deadly wounds and coming back to life can compare. you’re soft, warm and wet, gripping him just right, massaging his length like you were made to take him.

he can’t keep his mouth shut, can’t keep the surprise out of his voice. he fucks into you violently, unable to comprehend that it can feel this good. you feel perfect, like he never wants to leave, wants to be inside of you forever and just fuck you again and again and again.

“f-fuck, fuck, hang on,” gojo has to pause halfway, abs contracting rhythmically as he stills inside you. he looks up, huffing out an overwhelmed breath, and you can’t help but let out a giggle. “yeah? this funny to you? i’ll give you something to laugh about, just you wait.”

he starts moving again slowly, and you caress his face, singing him praise about how good he’s doing. he mewls at the compliment, wanting to please, needing to be the best you ever had no matter the circumstances. and he is, he was made for you and you for him.

“aahh, fuck baby i can’t stop — can’t, sorry, i can’t, i’m gonna cum, god i’m gonna cum,” he chokes out, pistoning in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. “oh fuck, fuck don’t do that, if you do that i’m gonna—“

“it’s okay, satoru,” you whisper, finding the timing to catch his lips in a kiss. “i want you to.”

his groan is guttural, like it’s been punched out of him, and he buries himself so deep inside you you can hardly swallow as he gives a few final, short thrusts into your pussy. he cums so hard that he loses all sense, his grip bruising you, he’s pretty sure he’s crying, whining your name like you could save him right now.

it’s a heavenly sight, so hot that it has you clenching around him chasing your own high. when he comes to, he presses two long fingers to your clit, kissing your face all over until you’re tumbling over the edge as well.

you lay there, side by side, catching your breaths in sync. which is why it comes as a surprise when he wastes no time getting on top of you again, fingers chasing your entrance.

“satoru,” you laugh, in part amusement and part desbelief. “just gimme a few minutes, okay? i just c—“

“nuh uh,” he kisses you to shut you up, then takes his mouth down your body. you notice, a little horrified, that he’s already hard again. “you already came on my cock. now i’m gonna make you cum on my fingers, and then my mouth. and then we’ll see who’s gets the last laugh.”

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ecoamerica · 25 days

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riality-check · 10 months

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More roadie shenanigans, keeping feedback from this post in mind! part 1, part 2

ao3

It’s before the second show, and they’re already fighting.

“You can’t chicken out,” Gareth says.

“I’m not gonna chicken out!”

“Good, because I’ll tell Wayne if you do,” Jeff says.

Eddie glares at him. “You’re an asshole.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Shut up and get out of here!” Archie says, pushing Eddie toward the tech booth. He complies, but not without another scathing look over his shoulder.

His friends laugh because of course they do. They’re assholes, but, luckily, they’re the same kind of asshole that Eddie is.

He straightens out his shoulders, breathes, and prepares to grovel.

Robin and Steve are setting up just like they were at the last venue. It looks like a mess of cables and boxes from Eddie’s perspective, but Steve and Robin work with ruthless efficiency, alternately talking and signing when their hands aren’t full.

“Um,” Eddie says. G-d, he’s never been this awkward in his life. But this matters, like, really matters to him, and he’s gotta do right.

Neither of them pay him any attention.

“Excuse me?” he says a little louder.

Robin turns around. When she sees him, her expression instantly sours.

“Hello?” she drawls, sounding bored out of her mind.

Steve turns around, too. When he sees Eddie, his face-

Well, Eddie isn’t sure what that expression is supposed to mean. If he had to guess, he’d say mild annoyance.

Mild annoyance shouldn’t look that hot.

“I just wanted to say again that I’m really sorry,” he says, making sure to talk clearly and loud enough to be understood. He’s not an idiot, he knows that shouting is rude, but he makes sure he can be heard over the general chaos of setting up for a new show. “It wasn’t any of my business, and even if I meant well, it’s not an excuse.”

Steve’s face softens a whole lot as Eddie stumbles through his apology, and then he reaches up to his ears to take out ear plugs.

Huh?

“Mind saying that again?” Steve says with a smile.

Eddie is. So confused.

But then Steve laughs. “You should see your face, dude. I got the gist. Apology accepted, we’re cool.”

Okay, that makes Eddie feel better. A lot better. But he’s still confused.

And his mouth always moves faster than his brain.

“Why are you- why do you have- what-”

Robin rolls her eyes fondly. “This idiot,” she says, pointing at Steve, “always tries to do the first show without the ear plugs he needs-”

“Not this shit again,” Steve mumbles.

“-because, as it turns out, your ears do a lot more than just hear. Like balance-”

“You’re one to talk about balance, Buckley,” Steve says, giving her a light shove. She nearly topples over if not for the fact that he immediately grabs her arm to steady her.

Eddie thinks he might know even less than he thought.

“I want to make it up to you,” he says, and Steve and Robin stop bickering.

“You don’t have to do that,” Steve says, and Robin elbows him.

“I want to,” Eddie insists. “What’s your favorite song? We’ll play it at the end of our set.”

Naïvely and terribly optimistically, Eddie hopes Steve might say something that’s already in their set list, or maybe another one of their songs.

From the way that Robin and Steve are looking at each other conspiratorially, he doesn’t think that’s the case.

“No,” Steve says, laughing and shaking his head.

Robin sneaks a glance at Eddie, smirks, and starts signing at Steve.

The only thing Eddie understands about the conversation as their hands move is their facial expressions: Robin with a smirk, and Steve trying desperately not to laugh.

He’s so cute. He gets this little crease on the side of his mouth that Eddie wants to smooth out with his thumb.

Slow the hell down, buddy.

“Fine,” Steve says, throwing his hands up in the air. He turns back to Eddie. “Pretty Fly.”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Eddie blurts.

Steve’s eyes narrow. “Didn’t you just apologize to me?”

“Sorry,” Eddie says. “It’s just that my bassist and lead singer have been gunning for this song for, like, 6 months. Archie chomps at the bit for fun bass lines, and Jeff just thinks it’s funny as-”

“Slow down,” Steve interrupts.

Right. He talks too fast.

“I’ll play it, but it means caving to my asshole friends,” Eddie says.

Robin cackles. “Told you it was a good idea.”

“Yeah, I love a good bass line,” Steve says. His face is softer again, and Eddie thinks he loves that expression.

He checks his watch. “Soundcheck is soon, so I’m gonna head back. Sorry again.”

“Eddie,” Steve says, and oh.

Eddie loves how Steve says his name.

“We’re good, okay?” he continues, small smile on his face.

“Well,” Robin chimes in. “After the apology song you will be.”

Eddie laughs. He really likes her now that she’s warmed up to him.

“Noted,” he says.

He heads back with a final wave and ducks backstage, where the band is tuning their instruments.

“Well?” Gareth asks, tightening his snare.

Eddie grabs his guitar, closes his eyes, and sighs. “He wants us to play Pretty Fly as an apology.”

“Let’s fucking go!” Archie roars, and Jeff gives him a high five.

“No way-”

“Gareth, I know-”

“You dick-hungry traitor.”

“Hey!”

“The fucking Offspring, Eddie? Punk? Are you shitting me? Punk just because you want a shot with a hot guy?”

Archie starts plucking out the bass line. Gareth throws a drum stick at his head. Jeff beams it back at him and misses.

“It’s one time,” Eddie says.

“Unless your cute roadie likes it enough,” Jeff teases.

“He’s not my anything.”

“Not yet,” Archie adds.

“Not ever.”

“Fucking pessimist,” Jeff says.

A tiny crashing sound makes them all turn toward the drum set, where Gareth is lightly thumping his head into the hi-hat.

“I’m gonna have to do the backing vocals for Pretty Fly,” he mutters.

“Your fault for sounding like a pre-pubescent chihuahua.”

Gareth throws his other drumstick at Jeff. “I’m not begging you for shit.”

“Do it for the bit,” Archie says. “You love doing it for the bit.”

Gareth picks his head up. “I do love doing anything for the bit.”

“Soundcheck in five!” someone calls.

“Thank you five!” Eddie yells back. Shit, he’s gotta tune his guitar.

Soundcheck is a breeze, and, after that, the time flies. Before he knows it, they’re out onstage, playing their usual set list.

Eddie doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this. The energy, the lights, the sounds, G-d, all of it. There’s nothing like being onstage and playing until his fingers hurt, nothing like joining in on the backup vocals, nothing like hearing the crowd roar with them.

It’s perfect. Touring is everything he dreamed of and more.

Eddie wants to do this for the rest of his life. They’re gonna headline one day, he knows it, but this is an amazing start.

What Eddie doesn’t want to do is talk, at Jeff’s request.

“Okay, okay,” he says, getting the crowd to quiet down. “We’ve got two more songs. The first one is one we’re playing because I fucked up.”

“And because he finally caved to us,” Jeff adds.

The crowd laughs, but it doesn’t feel mocking. Eddie laughs with them.

“So, Steve, consider this the final part of my apology-”

“And my peak embarrassment!” Gareth adds.

The crowd laughs again, and Eddie sighs, fondly long-suffering. “Let’s do it.”

The backing vocals are fucking embarrassing. Eddie’s with Gareth on that one. They suck, and he feels himself flush for reasons other than the heat.

But he imagines Steve smiling as he watches the show, and Archie is clearly having the best G-ddamn time on the bass, and Jeff is basically cackling his way through the song, so it’s worth it.

They get through it and then their closer without a hitch.

“We’re Corroded Coffin!” Jeff tells the crowd. “Y’all were amazing, so keep that energy up for the other opener and for the main act!”

The crowd roars, the lights black out, and they make their way backstage.

In the green room, on Eddie’s guitar case, is a note.

Apology more than accepted. Here’s my number in case you want to apologize again. Or maybe grab a coffee.

Text, don’t call. In case you haven’t noticed, my ears don’t work.

-Steve.

Eddie has never added a contact faster in his life.

I think I saw a 24 hour diner down the road. Hopefully they have good coffee.

Steve’s response is immediate.

Do you really think I care about the quality of the coffee?

You could be a coffee connoisseur for all I know, Eddie types back.

I don’t know a lot. Hence the date.

Date.

Woah.

Eddie tries to get his heart rate under control and text Steve back. He’s never been good at multitasking though, so by the time he’s able to formulate words again, the lights have gone down and the second opener is on. Steve’s working, and he shouldn’t be bothered.

Besides, Eddie should probably use the time between now and the end of the show to think before he speaks for once in his life.

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honeylations · 2 months

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CHO MIYEON x FEM!READER

Prompt: Miyeon can’t sleep so she thought riding your abs was the best option to help her.

Warnings/Notes: smut kekeke, ab riding, 6th member reader, bit of photography at the end

Miyeon tossed and turned with each huff but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t sleep. She didn’t understand.

She was moping earlier that day that she wanted lay down and rest but how come her body wasn’t letting her anymore? She tried counting sheep, drinking warm milk, going on her phone, but it still didn’t tire her out.

Then she remembered the other nights she couldn’t sleep and what she did to help that.

Her face went red.

She looked at the time on her phone that read 3:40am.

She had to be up at 6am for her next schedule and she knew if she didn’t catch a wink of sleep, she’d be cranky the entire day.

So she saw this plan as her only choice.

Within the next minute, she left the warmth of her bed and tip toed to your room, making sure she locked the door behind her.

She smiled at your sleeping self. Your star night light was on which was gifted to you by Miyeon on your birthday because you admitted on your first date that you hated sleeping in the dark.

A childhood fear you couldn’t grow out of, unfortunately.

Shaking her thoughts away, your girlfriend carefully crawled on the bed and pulled down your blanket, revealing your semi naked body.

Actually you only had a bra on with plaid pyjama pants and Miyeon knew you didn’t like wearing shirts because you claimed it was ‘too annoying’.

So accessing your abs wasn’t gonna be difficult.

You felt a few taps on your collarbone, waking you up instantly.

“Huh-what? Baby is that you?” You said in your tired husky voice that sent chills down Miyeon’s body.

“Yeah it’s me. Sorry to wake you up, Bub”

You glanced at your alarm clock and groaned. “Babe it’s almost 4am, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep and there’s only one way that can help me” she pouted and you saw her hands crawl up from your thighs.

“Miyeon…”

“Shhh you don’t even have to do anything. Just let me ride you please baby. It’ll help so much” she whined, already palming your hard muscles and caressing them.

You released a shaky breath and gulped. “Ok…ok fine. Just don’t complain about being sore tomorrow”

“When have I ever complained?” She smirked and stripped off her panties.

“All the time actually”

You heard Miyeon scoff. “Not my fault. Now shut up and let me use you”

Your hand immediately grabbed onto her hips as she lowered her slick covered cunt onto your abs. Just the touch alone made her release a small gasp, holding onto your shoulders as she watched herself slowly move forward and back.

You could see how wet and shiny your abs became from her juices, lips parting in awe before inching them closer to your girlfriend’s face.

“Baby, I want a kiss”

Miyeon hummed and crashed her mouth into you, almost knocking your soul out. Your tongue slid its way through her soft lips and each lick encouraged your girlfriend to slide her hips faster.

Each bump of your muscle brushed deliciously against her clit, Miyeon’s breathing going heavy. She was whimpering into your mouth about wanting to cum so bad.

You squeezed her hips and smirked into her wet lips, chuckling at how sloppy her movements were getting.

“Don’t slow down, Princess. Wanna cum right?”

“P-Please baby. Help me. I’ve been good..”

“Hmm, I guess you have” you mumbled, moving your mouth to her pulse point and sucking gently, Miyeon’s eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

“Come on, my love. Keep those hips moving, I’ll help you okay?” You said after placing a final kiss to the purple mark you left on her skin.

Miyeon mumbled a thank you as you sat up a little more, flexing your abdominal muscles more and forcing your girlfriend to ride you faster.

She let out cute squeals and quickly pushed her (your) oversized shirt up to reveal her plump tits.

“Suck them please, baby. Gonna cum soon”

Accepting your princess’ request, your mouth instantly latched onto her left, sucking harshly and biting onto the soft flesh before moving to the other side. Your arms were wrapped all the way around your girlfriend’s small body, letting her reach her orgasm.

You held her tighter when she arched her back, her hips starting to slow down from her high.

“Oh fuck oh fuck yes…your abs so good baby” she whined, pushing your head into her chest.

Once Miyeon’s vision cleared, she moved backwards and saw the mess she caused on your stomach. You were about to ask her to clean it off but she quickly snatched your phone from the bedside table and placed her other hand on your cum covered abs.

“Uh baby?” You questioned.

“I just realised I haven’t shown off my new acrylics yet. This is the perfect time, babe” she winked at you and snapped a flash pic of her nails being flexed onto your stomach that was visibly wet with white liquids.

“You’re not posting that in public are you?”

Miyeon shook her head and sent the photo to the G-Idle groupchat. “Just the girls”

After placing your phone away, your girlfriend leaned down and licked a stripe up your stomach. “Now let me clean you”

“Babe, we’re not gonna sleep at this point”

“Worth it though. Now shhh”

[G-IDLE GIRLIES🍒]

[4:00AM] Miyeon: *sent an image*

[4:00AM] Miyeon: I know u are all asleep but check out my new nails😍

[4:36AM] Minnie: EW WHAT THE FUCK

[4:37AM] Shuhua: :/

[4:37AM] Soyeon: OH FOR FUCK’S SAKES

[4:38AM] Yuqi: Killing you both DELETE THAT SHIT NOW

#gxg #wlw #gidle x reader #gidle smut #gidle #Cho Miyeon #cho miyeon smut #miyeon smut

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iitskahoko · 6 months

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🌹Hungry Eyes - Luffy x Reader

[NSFW + NO MINORS]

🌹Charater featured: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Nami, Chopper (for now) 🌹Summary: Its crazy that's your sick buts its ok ur with luffy

The door creaks open and you whip your head to face it, eyes wide and alert.

Luffy’s head pokes around the door, his big brown eyes meeting yours. “Are you hungry?” he hisses through the darkness.

You blink at him. “It’s past midnight,” you whisper.

Luffy blinks back. “Sanji said you didn’t eat dinner.”

“Didn't want any.” Truth be told, even the thought of eating made you sick. Chopper said it might be an offshoot of the concussion you had when they brought you aboard the ship, but for the few weeks you’ve been on board you haven’t been able to keep much more than a single sandwich down.

“Chopper says you have to eat. Sanji too.”

“You’re not my captain, you know,” you say bitterly.

Luffy just looks at you. “You’re on my ship. And you’re my friend.”

You frown. You were starting to understand Luffy’s nature, the delicate balance between his selfishness and loyalty to the people he cares about.

As soon as you were taken aboard, barely conscious and only half alive, Luffy had taken a liking to you. He had a knack for that, you’d heard, for picking up people based on very limited interactions and whisking them away to be part of his crew.

You weren’t interested in the crew part, and Luffy understood that. But because he had decided to become your friend he couldn’t just drop you off at any island: he needed to take you someplace you’d be safe.

Chopper has barely let you out of the medical room, only allowing a short daily walk if the weather permits. Otherwise, you’re stuck in the small cabin, the other crew members too busy to bother with your company. You aren't a mean person by any means, but your silence around others was usually seen as arrogance. The lonely nights you’ve spent in the room have only been broken up by thoughts of this pirate captain; and his strong, thick, slender fingers in places you wouldn’t mention aloud.

“I was having a snack,” he continues, creeping into the room. The only light filters through the small window, lighting his body with cool moonshine. “I thought you might want some. Only a little, though, because I ate the rest.” He offers you a few cubes of meat on a plate. You sit up and accept it wordlessly, placing it at the end of the bed.

Something in the moonlight catches your eye, and you turn to face him before your lips part slightly in surprise. Oh my god, you think, cheeks starting to burn. He’s shirtless.

The glow of the light catches on his burn scar, crossing across his muscular chest. He folds his thick arms over it, and your gaze drops to his shorts, hanging low on his hips. You shut your eyes.

Luffy squats down in front of you. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks softly. “You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“I just need some sleep,” you say through gritted teeth, “but I’m fine.”

“Not until you eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Eat. That’s an order.”

“You’re not my captain.”

“So? I’m still your friend, and friends feed each other.”

Your mouth twists. It was hard to argue with him because of his natural bluntness. “Don’t you have something else to worry about?”

Luffy shakes his head.

“Like marines? Or Kaido?”

“Not right now.”

He sits down next to you and his forearm brushes against yours. You peek at his fingers, calloused and thick, in his lap.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” he mutters.

You blink at him. He's moving a little fast, and you're straining to keep up. But you suppose that's just how he is.

“When you’re hurt. I really…” He takes a deep breath. “I really don’t like it. It makes me feel bad.” He turns to face you, his eyes big and brown and full of something that borders on desperate. “Will you please eat?” He says softly, taking one of your hands in his.

You go rigid, eyes widening. The feel of his skin on yours makes your entire body tingle. His hands grip yours tightly, and you find it hard to meet his eyes.

“I…” you start. You try to unravel your hands from his, but he doesn’t let go, searching for your eyes. You finally let them meet, and it’s then when you realize that he doesn’t see you as a regular crewmate, or even a friend: Luffy wears his heart on his sleeve, and his eyes speak volumes about how he feels about you.

Little things start to click into place. He’s here, late at night, when he loves to sleep. He brought you meat even though he wouldn’t let most of his crew touch it. He peeks his head in when he thinks you’re sleeping. Chopper had mentioned, once, completely offhand, that Luffy asks about you almost daily.

What you don’t know, however, is that the entire crew has picked up on his crush on you and that you weren’t being avoided because you come across as arrogant: you were being avoided so that Luffy could have some space with you. It’s necessary, actually, because although the crew is oftentimes more than willing to get to know a new person on board, Luffy is anything but subtle: the most obvious example being when Zoro found him with his ear pressed against the crack of the door, fisting his cock in his hand, hanging onto every tinny mewl and moan of yours as you whispered his name, your fingers breaching your entrance and rapidly circling your engorged clit.

Zoro knows better than to interrupt Luffy, even when it’s this desperate of a case. He just let the rest of the crew know, in hushed whispers, that you were kind of off-limits, and that the next island would be approaching soon. Nami had sighed because she thought you were cute. Robin had sighed because she thought you seemed smart. Sanji had sighed because you’re a girl, but they all swallowed their annoyances because it’s their captain: and how can they trust him to lead them when you’re the only thing on his mind?

They noticed that this was a real crush and that he was thinking with his heart and not just with his cock. It was usually the latter, and he’d come back to the Sunny only a little before sunrise, after a full night of partying on an unknown island, exhausted. It was clear he always made the most of his time anywhere.

You try again. “I…”

Luffy takes this moment to get a little closer and your breath catches in your throat. His lips are so close to yours you can feel him breathe, and he gets closer and closer and to your horror, you realize that you’re not pulling away. That you don’t want to pull away.

The kiss isn’t what you expect—it’s not clumsy or sloppy. It’s gentle but firm and surprisingly practiced. His lips are so warm against yours, slightly chapped and a little salty. When he parts your lips with his, you let him, and his tongue isn’t hungry or invasive. It’s the best kiss you’ve ever had, and when he cups the back of your neck you gingerly touch his bicep. The muscle moves when he does, and you feel a rush of wetness down below.

It actually doesn’t really surprise you, the more you think about it. Luffy is always stopping at different islands, some more exciting than others, and people naturally flock to him. You assume that this also means women, and his high bounty and cheerful demeanor as well as his broad shoulders and muscular frame were enough to light a fire in some of the young women they came across. Besides, you thought absentmindedly, he has to get his energy from somewhere.

The kiss gets a little hungrier before it stops, and you realize that he’s left you breathless. Your hand fists the sheets involuntarily, already thinking about what you’re going to do the moment you’re alone.

“I like you,” he whispers, rubbing his nose against yours.

Your mouth snaps shut. “Why?”

Luffy shrugs. “I don’t really know. I’m just kind of…” he laces his fingers with yours, and you drop your eyes down to look. “Drawn to you, I guess.” He scratches the back of his head with his free hand, pulling away slightly. “I like girls. I know people sometimes think I don’t, but I do.”

You chuckle a little.

“Maybe it’s because I’m short,” he muses.

“You’re not that short,” you tease. “You’re at least two inches taller than me.”

A glint appears in his eyes as he peers at you. “How do you know?”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

“We’ve never been this close. How do you know I’m taller?”

You fidget uncomfortably, caught between a rock and a hard place. On your brief walks around the ship, you often glance over in Luffy’s direction; and a few times you even got close enough to see the many repairs that had been made to his treasured straw hat.

“I just…you’re a guy, right?” you say, at a complete loss for words. You can’t believe that’s the best you can come up with.

Luffy laughs then, leaning forward for another kiss. It’s more gentle this time, but his hands start to roam over your body. Nothing too explicit, just your lower back as he fingers the hem of your thin t-shirt, but even that has your cunt clenching around nothing.

Wordlessly, you break the kiss to grip the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and off of your frame in one sure movement.

You hunch over a little, your blushed face slightly embarrassed that even you were taking things quickly in such a direction, but these weeks on the ship have left you needy for any sort of contact. Plus, he had just admitted that he likes you, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't have his wanted poster in your room back home. The thrill of finding out that he had rescued you was tempered by Chopper's strict instructions and the crew's indifference. But every time you saw him on the ship, whether it was fishing or bringing you a cup of soup, made you grip into the pillow and cry out his name as softly as you could.

He leans in to kiss you again, this time gently running his knuckles over the side of your breast. You let out a soft whine, your hand falling from his hair into his lap, directly on top of his hard length that is throbbing painfully in his shorts.

He hisses at the contact, catching your lip in his teeth and biting lightly. His hands leave your body to remove his shorts, his cock hot in your hand as you give it a few tentative strokes.

He dips his fingers into the side of your panties, and you do your best to shimmy out of them.

“You’re wet,” he whispers, his fingers softly rubbing your soaked folds. Luffy presses against you until you’re laying down on the mattress with his body keeping you there. “I like it when you’re really wet,” he mumbles.

He pulls back, sucking on his fingers with eye contact so heavy you feel pinned to the bed. Slowly, he makes his way towards you again, nipping at your jaw.

He presses his face into the crook of your neck. “I’m gonna pick you up, okay?” he breathes into your ear, and you nod. You wrap your legs around his waist, pressing his cock into his contracting abdomen as he places one hand under your bottom and the other around your waist. He stands, and you lift off the bed, his strength making you drip with arousal. Luffy’s steps stammer as he tries to keep kissing you while walking towards the wall, the cold surface making your nipples perk up as he presses you against it.

His lips leave yours and you chase his mouth with a whine, but gasp when you feel his leaking tip prod against your wet entrance.

“I really, really want to,” he gasps against your neck, pressing his face into your warm skin. “I-I’ll try to be gentle, I just really want you…”

Your hands grip his back, trying to pull his body closer to yours. A soft moan escapes your lips when he hits your clit. “I really want you, too,” you murmur.

His cock is long and stiff, and your eyes roll back just from thinking about it inside you.

Slowly, he starts to breach your entrance, hissing as the fat head is swallowed by your desperate cunt. You gasp at the pressure, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Jeez,” he mutters through grit teeth, sweat starting to glisten on his face. “You’re tight.”

You clench around his length as he continues to push inside, his hands gripping your body with bruising force. The concentration on his face is endearing, and your heart melts a little. He wants you to feel good, too, and he’s trying his hardest to keep from fucking you as hard as he can.

His cock bumps something inside you and you let out a lustful moan.

Luffy twitches inside you. “Th-that noise, make that noise again,” he groans, starting to move. He starts out gently, but it isn’t long before he’s bottoming out with each thrust. You moan louder, tears pricking at your eyes as his cock hits deeper. His thrusts become harder and rougher and more impulsive and you can tell he’s getting close. You moan again, the noise escaping from your lips involuntary despite his begging.

“I’m gonna cum,” he says through gritted teeth. “Is-is it okay if I…?”

You grip his shoulders tightly. “Please cum inside me,” you whimper.

It’s music to Luffy’s ears, and he wastes no time in pushing his cock up to the hilt inside you. You tighten around him as his orgasm starts, his hips stuttering and eyes fluttering closed.

The shots of his hot cum painting your tight pussy walls make you groan aloud, your head falling back to rest on the wall. Your thighs are burning from being held up, but nothing could distract you from his labored moans and stuttering breaths.

He rests his head next to yours as he comes down from his high, his heart rate slowing to normal. He places his hands under your thighs, still holding you up, his strength obvious and unwavering.

“Sorry…” he mumbles, still breathing hard.

You shake your head. “It’s okay,” you whisper. You have to admit you’re a little surprised, you had assumed his stamina matched the rest of him.

His cock twitches inside you, and you realize with a start that he didn’t get soft. “Let me try again,” he murmurs against your neck, walking back to the bed.

He drops you down and you giggle for the first time in weeks, earning a warm smile from him. It feels like the sun, even though it’s the middle of the night. He climbs on top of you, slotting his body between your legs, pressing a hot kiss to your lips. One of your hands pulls his head down closer, the other grips the defined muscle on his arms. He hums, then pulls away, looking down at you with hungry eyes. His gaze flits from your eyes to your lips, shifting his weight so he can run his big hand over your breast. You whine, and he gets bolder, pinching your nipple almost to the point of pain.

“Ah-“ you grunt out, body jerking. With you caged in under him he decides to chart your body with his hands, finding the spots you like to be touched the most. He's already used you for his pleasure, embarrassing as it may sound, and now it’s your turn.

He places a wet kiss under your jaw, taking note of the noises you make. He remembers listening to you from behind the door, the squelch of your wet cunt being rubbed by your own fingers, his name falling from your lips in soft pants. He continues to pepper you with kisses, running his hand down your stomach to settle in between your lips. He spreads them gently, earning a small moan from you, and seeks out your sweet little bud of pleasure. He figures that you like how strong he is, judging from how much you dripped when he picked you up. He flexes his chest and abdomen a little bit, and you hungrily run your hands over him. He smirks at you, and you know you’ve been caught. You smile sheepishly.

He presses his hand against yours, stopping you right over his heart. It thumps under your hand, and the gesture is so intimate, so mature, that you fight to urge to burst into tears.

The aching in your core is unbearable now, and Luffy’s inexperience becomes known as he clumsily rubs your clit. You assume that most women are content to be used as his own little cocksleeve, bouncing away to orgasm on his lap as he settles his face between their breasts. Or, more likely, he pins them against a bed and ruts endlessly until he spills.

You’re different, he can tell, and you’re not blinded by his notoriety.

Luffy bites his lip. He knows this isn’t his strong suit, but he’s determined nonetheless. You replace his hands with yours, rubbing practiced circles on your clit as he explores your folds. He dips a finger inside, sighing at your wetness. His fingers feel nice, but nothing compared to his fat cock, and you use your eyes to beg for it.

Your fingers stay at your clit while he presses his cock into your tight heat.

You whimper as he continues to push, stretching you open at an angle that has tears in your eyes. It's so much deeper than when he was fucking you against the wall, and when he finally bottoms out, you let out a delicious moan.

Luffy grits his teeth, his hips repeatedly pressing against yours, forcing the metal headboard to smack against the wall. "Th-that sound..."

He reaches down to feel your hand, and the closeness of it as well as Luffy's eagerness squeezes another hot moan from your mouth.

"I want to feel what you're doing," he pants into your open mouth before sealing it with a kiss. You continue to rub faster, his hand on yours adding a luscious pressure.

Your voice starts to come through in more than moans and whines, little squeaks of praise about how good his cock feels inside you. He desperately wants you to reach that high you're chasing, but your pussy is starting to clench around him and the thought of you cumming around his cock has him holding in his orgasm like his life depends on it.

"I'm close again," he gasps. "Can you cum for me? Please?"

That does it. The tight coil in your belly snaps, and you toss your head from side to side, crying out as you shake under him. "Luffy--" you shout, your voice strangled.

He continues to thrust into you, babbling praise. "I've never done it like this," he gasps, tripping over his words. "I really liked seeing you cum, and I like how wet you are. I like that you're so tight and I like the noises you make and I--" He whines your name as he cums again; his cum dripping out from between your red, swollen lips.

He looks down at you, panting, the lids of his eyes heavy.

"That was..." you start, "unexpected."

Luffy chuckles. "But good?" he asks hopefully.

You look away. "It was perfect," you whisper. "I...kinda want to tell you something."

He rolls off of you and you scoot over, barely making any room on the tiny medical bed. He opens his arms and you climb in between them, grateful for the time to rest. You lay your head on his chest as he strokes your hair tenderly. "What is it?"

You take a deep breath. "I have your wanted poster up in my room at home."

Luffy pauses, the gears turning in his head, then laughs.

You giggle. "I know, I know..."

He rests his arm on your shoulder, the other stroking your forearm. "It's cute," he says finally, "I like that."

You smile against his chest. Maybe joining a pirate crew isn't such a bad idea.

#luffy x reader #luffy smut #monkey d. luffy #one piece smut #luffy x reader smut #opla smut #opla spoilers #opla luffy #one piece x reader #luffy x you #one piece live action

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desb3ar · 5 months

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Vulnerable

Pairing: Miguel x Reader

Summary: A heart to heart. Comforting Miguel.

Genre: Emotional, uplifting

Warnings: Forms of self-neglect and self-loathing.

Disclaimer: This is placed during the heat of his tragic event. Just a couple weeks after. I can’t tell you the gap between then and the time the movie was placed since I don’t have a timeline at my disposal, so I’m sorry if theres some inaccuracies within here that don’t sit right.

The reader has no indication of gender.

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It’s been weeks since the tragedy. The moment the world had crumbled around him like an earthquake wreaking havoc in a city, debris crushing those around him, just out of his reach. That horrific day of seeing the unforeseen result of his actions left an ugly stain on his decrepit psyche. The unforgettable memory of hearing his foster daughter desperately yell out to him for aid as she glitched into nothing right in his arms had messed him up completely. Seeing his palms, like her blood was on his shaky hands. Someone he had a strong connection with, someone who he loved dearly, was gone, and he was the person to blame. A whole universe was in the palm of his hand, unbeknownst to him.

As he would stand tall, the Miguel he was before being gutted out of anything, he remained in his office. Empty and cold. That space was nothing but a tomb with someone buried alive inside by the worries and concerns for keeping everything together. Dealing with nails-on-a-chalkboard humor by numerous Peter Parkers and other variants was something he endured every waking hour when he was working. Which is every day.

With his neglected emotions aside, shoving them into the back of his mind, he keeps himself ready to order when he’s on the clock. An anomaly was taken down in minutes if it wasn’t some big shot super villain. He’d rid himself of the need for back up, he didn’t need anyone. He can do it all by himself, he’s a strong guy. Isn’t he?

He’s lost track of the days, or weeks, he’s taken a day off. That led to certain needs not being met. His shower wasn’t touched for days until he actually took his focus off his screens to get a whiff of himself. He had no shame, nothing was worse than the reason he’s brought himself down to hell. He didn’t care what anyone else thought. Jess and Peter B. gave him a push to get his tail up. He was able to return to his home just to bathe, but then it was back to work. That was his plan, to pop in then pop back out.

However, someone knocked on his door. With a slight groan and great reluctance, he made his way over to his door and pulled it open.

“You got the wrong house. I don-“

His mouth froze when he saw who he was about to shut down.

It was you.

Miguel and you had gone way back to his early days of being Spiderman. You and him had chemistry that not even the most skilled chemist could understand. You were a calm, reasonable, and sweet being with a heart made of gold, seems like you gave him a chance when he was accepted into your orbit.

The two of you hung out with each other frequently, drinking at spots you found in the cities, downtown too, and swapped between who’s pad you two were gonna hang out in that day.

Your bond was believed to be unbreakable. Until the incident.

Days together turn into the days you’d only remember. When life was just alright, when he smiled. Now they were counted, tallied up to the grand total of 47 since the last time you two faced one another.

What you saw was a walking dead man, his eyes sunken from the lack of overall care, eye bags telling his horrific sleep schedule, skin dry, hair messy, he was not the same man. You couldn’t even make out if he was even the guy you’d steal food from and share drinks with. Its been weeks and then some of radio silence on his end.

You’ve ruthlessly contacted him, but he was never keen on responding to your messages and endless calls. Multiple calls turned to one a day. Messages followed suit. You lost enough hope with long-distance communication and decided with better judgment that this reunion needed to be face-to-face. The untold but expected awkwardness was your push.

You two stood in heavy silence until you let out a soft sigh. Then, you pushed your way in, making him stumble as you moved him away from the door and pushed it close. His cracked and damaged heart skipped a beat.

“I’d believe you’ve lost your phone given your silence.” You started. Miguel stared at you as you found your place in front of him. “… But you make way too much money to not have another one if you even lost it to start.”

Miguel sighed and just… Walked away. This left you wide eyed. “Wha- Hey! Don’t just walk away from me- TALK to me! Where have you been?” You exclaimed as you followed behind him. “It’s been ages without a single word and you don’t even have anything to say now that I’m here?”

You went on to vent about the worrying abrupt absence that came from him as he set his route to his room that was devoid of filth. You’re heart ached when he didn’t say a way to your words, as if they hadn’t meant anything, or simply went through him with no effect. He sat on his bed facing away from you with you standing at the doorway.

"It's nothing." He monotonously muttered as he kept his eyes off you,

"Like hell it is." You spat. "C'mon, don't get fresh with me. Where have you been all this time? I get that you have your whole superhero thing goin' on, but nothing's kept you away for this long."

"Nowhere." He answered dryly as he put a hand on his face.

You took a deep breath and sighed at his response. "Miguel O'Hara, you have got to talk to me, not just respond. Gimme somethin' to work with." You protested.

Your friend was going through something. You let your excitement to see him and annoyance at him being a brick wall get to you. Thinking he died tragically without a trace made it seem valid. You took a second to get yourself together before you walked to his bed, joining him. Your own weight made the bed mattress seep, moving him slightly. He didn't grant you not a second of a glance.

He wasn't always the most vocal about how he was mentally. It had always been a thing you wanted to get into with him. Having deep coversations about life once a bluemoon had opened a window of oppurtunity.

One night, the two of you were talking about childhood and other endeavors that sculpted out how you turned out. You spilled some details about the past and he was surprised about how you seemed so vastly different compared to how you were brought up. That surprise came with validation when he was somewhat relating to you. Everyone who wasn't sheltered as much had suffered through some form of childhood trauma, that's obvious. However, with Miguel, going through his neglectful and troublesome past, he was stuck on the fence of reaching out when he truly needed help.

“… Miguel. What’s going on?" You asked him, your voice now lacking the fierceness you once had, just filled with worry.

Miguel stared down at the floor. His mind was flipping through the pages of a book on how to even explain. The pain he felt these past couple weeks crept back through him like a cryiptic plague.

"... I'm sorry." He spoke gravely. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything." He closed his eyes as if it would make it easier for him. "I... I went through something that really... Troubled me..." He confessed slowly.

"That's fine, that is alright, Miguel." You reassured him. "Just..."

You looked down his lap. His fingers tightly gripping his pants as his forearms shivered. You looked at his face with only your eyes. He was trying so desperately to keep himself together.

"... I hate myself for this." He grieved, his eyes were tightly shut. "I made a horrible mistake." He confessed.

He wanted to speak more, but it wasn't coming out. He knew you deserved a better explanation, but he didn't know how'd you see him after he foolishly let a whole universe blow away into oblivion. All because he wanted a family, to take care of a daughter that wasn't even his. Who makes that seem so innocent. Anyone could find that immoral, but he couldn't just let her be on her own. He wouldn't be able to bear it. Yet, he would have much rather her go through it alone now instead of her not being here at all. He couldn't think of a reason to care for himself, or even look at his own reflection. He only saw someone who was naive, someone he didn't deserve much more than a passing glance.

During his attempts at trying to speak, his lips remained parted to only spill nothing. His breath was shaking with anticipation, that was when a horse sob broke past his guard.

"Hey, hey." You placed an arm on his shoulder, rubbing it. "Look, you can talk about it later. Okay?" You told him with a gentle tone.

Silence reigned when he looked at you.

It was a sight you never thought of seeing.

He was on the brink of breaking down right in front of you.

This was not like him.

That's what broke your heart.

You went in and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry." You said.

That was when he finally broke down in your arms, hugging you tightly. His painful sobs ripped through his throat as tears ran down his cheeks like faucets, wetting your shoulder. All the pain he's gone through up till this point was finally being let out.

You pat his back gently, gasping and panting, catching his breath. The sounds of his despair made it harder for you to keep it together yourself. You nearly caved when, through sobs, he spoke about how much he despised himself. Treating himself like someone that committed the worst crime. He gripped onto your top tightly.

You spoke against it, knowing this was all just things saying out of spite of himself. You didn't want him to keep up with this mindset. You started to give him soft and gentle kisses on the cheek. You spoke words of reassurance and small truths that was able to break him out of his shell of self-hatred.

He was beginning to find ease, taking you in, he didn't loosen his grip around you however. His breathing hitching as you rubbed his back.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

There was never a time in your life where he was even close to shedding a tear. However now, he was completely vulnerable.

got a little rushed in the end so i apologize.

comforting miguel is so nice so why not write about it??

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cuntyqueerleondraisaitl · 9 months

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They're in love

And Alex’s heart doesn’t spread itself out in his chest, and he doesn’t have to grip the edge of the settee to steady himself. Because that’s what he would do if he were here in this palace to fall in love with Henry, and not just continuing this thing where they fly across the world to touch each other and don’t talk about it. That’s not why he’s here. It’s not.

And he does understand, really. He loves Henry, and it’s nothing new. He’s been falling in love with Henry for years, probably since he first saw him in glossy print on the pages of J14, almost definitely since Henry pinned Alex to the floor of a medical supply closet and told him to shut the hell up. That long. That much.

“I fucking love you, okay?” Alex half yells, finally, irreversibly. Henry goes very still against the mantelpiece. Alex watches him swallow, watches the muscle that keeps twitching in his jaw, and feels like he might shake out of his skin. “Fuck, I swear. You don’t make it fucking easy. But I’m in love with you.”

He’s cut off mid-sentence because Alex has stopped in the middle of the corridor and yanked him backward into a kiss.

“Hello,” Henry says when they break apart. “What was that for?” “I just, like.” Alex shrugs. “Really love you."

“Seriously,” he says. Henry’s looking back at him, beautiful and vital and heartsick and still, always, the person Alex is willing to risk ruining his life for. “I hate this so much. I know. But we’re gonna do it together. And we’re gonna make it work. You and me and history, remember? We’re just gonna fucking fight. Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else."

All at once, Alex is in love all over again. He wraps the tie once around the back of his hand and reels Henry in and kisses him like he never has to stop. Which—he remembers, and laughs into Henry’s mouth—he doesn’t.

“Hi, love,” he hears Henry say quietly, privately, right into the hair above his ear, and Alex’s breath forgets how to do anything but laugh helplessly.

“You really are a complete idiot if you believe that,” Henry hisses, the note balled in his fist. “When have I ever, since the first instant I touched you, pretended to be anything less than in love with you? Are you so fucking self-absorbed as to think this is about you and whether or not I love you, rather than the fact I’m an heir to the fucking throne? You at least have the option to not choose a public life eventually, but I will live and die in these palaces and in this family, so don’t you dare come to me and question if I love you when it’s the thing that could bloody well ruin everything.”

“When I was younger,” Henry says, “I had this very elaborate idea of taking somebody I loved here and standing inside the chapel, that he’d love it as much as I did, and we’d slow dance right in front of the Blessed Mother. Just a ... daft pubescent fantasy.”

It is, indeed, bullshit. It’s all I can do not to pack a bag and be gone forever. Perhaps I could live in your room like a recluse. You could have food sent up for me, and I’ll be lurking in disguise in a shadowy corner when you answer the door. It’ll all be very dreadfully Jane Eyre. The Mail will write mad speculations about where I’ve gone, if I’ve offed myself or vanished to St. Kilda, but only you and I will know that I’m just sprawled in your bed, reading books and feeding myself profiteroles and making love to you endlessly until we both expire in a haze of chocolate sauce. It’s how I’d want to go.

Henry’s jaw is tight, but it’s not anger, only fear. Alex can see on his face an expression he recognizes: Henry wondering if it’s safe to accept the love offered to him, and wanting desperately to take it regardless. He puts his arm around her, lets her kiss his cheek.

In the corridor of Buckingham Palace, as soon as the door has shut behind them, they fall sideways into a tapestry on a wall, breathless and delirious and laughing, cheeks wet. Henry pulls Alex close and kisses him, whispers, “I love you I love you I love you,” and it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter if anyone sees.

#firstprince #rwrb #alex and henry #henry x alex #henry and alex #alex x henry #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #red white and royal blue

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paraliveimaginesblog · 18 days

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Itsuki with number 6 of the parenting prompt please if possible? Thank you!

Itsuki:

“Stop giving them dessert before dinner.”

Itsuki stares at you with his normal, straightforward expression, just a hint of a frown on his face. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, your child mirroring your expression and giving a teary-eyed blink as they knew they were about to get scolded. He had always taken their health quite seriously but you had also told him before there was no harm in having a little fun, that as a parent you could make a few rules to make childhood more exciting.

“Go wash up honey, I’m gonna talk to daddy real quick.” You gently patted your child’s shoulders who nodded their head and hurried to the bathroom, humming the tune they used to make sure they spent enough time scrubbing soap into their hands before washing it off to really get rid of the germs. Itsuki had taught them that.

“…We’ve had this conversation before,” He responded coolly, turning back to the dinner waiting on the stove; he was stirring the soup in a slow, methodical manner, the best way to bring out the flavor of every ingredient he had put inside. “Do you not think I’m being fair?”

“I think it’s fair for you to worry about them, but having dessert before dinner isn’t that big a deal. We don’t do it every night! And they know it’s a treat, it’s not like we promised to do this from now until the day they move out or anything.” You drifted a little closer, wondering if he’d let you take a spoon and dip it inside; the side-eye he gave you told you to keep your spoon to yourself. “There’s worse things that could be happening to them.”

He knows the comment isn’t purposely aimed at him, as he wasn’t the only child to be in horrible conditions when they were younger. You were likely talking about kids with parents who didn’t love or care about their happiness, or kids that had been abandoned on the streets and only had each other to look up to. You weren’t thinking about kids being used as guinea pigs in science experiments, traumatized to the point they never saw a real future for themselves. The momentary pause in his stirring is enough for you to remember that your words applied to him as well, and it’s almost comforting to Itsuki to know that you hardly associate him with Alter Trigger anymore.

“Itsuki, I’m sorry—” You reached out to him and he met you half way, abandoning his soup spoon on the counter and grabbing the one you held in yours. He got a hearty spoonful and held his hand under it to prevent potential spillage, gently blowing on it so it would be cool by the time it reached your mouth. You hesitantly leaned over to take some into your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as the strong flavors immediately attacked your taste buds. “That’s so good.”

“Thank you.” He seemed pleased with your response, placing your spoon on the table near your bowl before he went back to stirring to keep any of the veggies inside from burning. “Their song is almost done.”

You could hear your child from the other room singing the lyrics slightly out of tune, probably due to messing around at the sink and hopefully not leaving behind huge puddles like last time.

“Itsuki, still, I didn’t mean to—”

“I understand. There are much worse things happening to children out there and I’m… grateful for the future you helped me create.” His smile always seemed to make your heart flutter, such a rare sight in the early years of your relationship but something that he’s gradually been working on. “However. This won’t be happening once a week. Every two weeks may be acceptable.”

“Oh, for sure! I think we can work with that.”

Just because your child was held to those rules didn’t mean you had to be, right?

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive x Reader #Paradox Live Imagines #Paralive Imagines #Itsuki #Itsuki x Reader #Scenario #Parenting Prompts

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dxngosstuff · 1 year

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Does the Moonlight Shine on Paris? (iv)

Idol!Yoon Jeonghan x Idol!f!Reader

900+ words ; cw :none | m.list tags: friends to lovers; fluff; minor angst; idol au; elements of slowburn; second male lead scoups;

Yoon Jeonghan realizes a few things about you after sharing a drink with you in Paris.

“Hyung,” Hoshi made himself comfortable by the coffee table in his hotel room while the older member was taking off his shoes by the entrance. “What was that about?” He continued.

The former may be eccentric most of the time being the Gemini that he is but he’s surprisingly fast at picking up the changes in his members. Jeonghan just gave a look of confusion as a response.

“You had heart eyes for Y/n Noona that entire time while taking pictures.” Hoshi leaned forward on the chair, anticipating his answer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jeonghan then made his way to the seat across Hoshi.

“Does Seungcheol hyung know about this? I’m sure he’d support you if his two best friends were hitting it off.” Hoshi was skeptical to accept his answer. So taking the risk, he tried to pry further. He knew it wasn’t really his business but he was worried for his hyungs. He didn’t want them fighting over a girl. Plus, Hoshi was quite fond of you. It would be a waste if you stopped hanging out with them because of a possible conflict between the two.

Jeonghan stared at Hoshi for what seemed like an eternity—deciding whether he should ask for advice or still value his pride—before finally taking a deep breath.

“Look, she’s amazing. You know that, right?” Hoshi nodded in agreement at Jeonghan’s statement, thinking that the risk that he took might be worth it.

“I may or may not have a crush on her.” He continued. “It just happened.” He felt like a teenager using the word ‘crush’ at his age but it was the most fitting word he could find for his newly discovered infatuation towards you.

Hoshi covered his mouth, finally leaning back on his chair. “Oh my.”

“I know. I feel really conflicted. Am I a bad friend? I know that Cheol used to like her and I don’t want him to think that I’m taking advantage of what happened between them. But man, yeah… She… I think I’m starting to understand now why Cheol liked her so much.”

He finally let out his worries for the past few days all in one breath which took Hoshi aback. He was shocked to find out that this was a lot more serious than he thought, but there was one detail that he needed to clarify.

“Wait. Hyung used to like her?”

Jeonghan’s eyes widened in realization. This was not common knowledge to the members, despite their speculations, and he just blurted it out due to a spur of emotions. He took a deep sigh realizing that things were gonna spiral down from here. Luckily, when it comes to serious things, Hoshi could keep a secret if he really needed to, aside from comeback spoilers, of course. So, he tried his best explaining both sides to the boy in front of him.

“You need to talk this one out between the two of you, hyung. If he decided to give up on her then it’s not your fault. But who would’ve thought, you two would have the same taste. Guess you really are best friends.”

Hoshi’s attempt to lighten the mood was met with a death glare from Jeonghan but he just laughed it off. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep my mouth shut with this one. Thanks for sharing your worries with me.” He assured the latter with a pat on the shoulder as he stood up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Now left alone in his seat, he was finally able to contemplate on the growing feelings that he had for you. He can’t pinpoint for sure when he started liking you but he figured it was always there, but like a bystander, or an audience of some sort, he was just watching you and Seungcheol spend time together, content with the fact that his friends were happy with each other. Perhaps, it was because he knew deep down that he would never have a fighting chance so he left his feelings unacknowledged. Whatever was there that was buried deep down within himself was finally let loose, akin to Pandora’s box. He had a glimmer of hope thinking finally thinking to himself ‘What if I was now the one willing to take the risk with you?’

–

“Hannie! Good morning! Don’t forget to send me my pictures”

The man smiled at the message that was sent to him. He thought about how nice it would be to receive a good morning text from you everyday but alas, he needed to get up to get ready for his flight back to Seoul but before that, he wanted to text you back

J: “Yes, ma’am.” Y: “Don’t call me, ma’am. It makes me feel old. (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾” J: “What should I call you then? ;)” Y: “Anything, just don’t call me ma’am.”

‘I’d call you mine if I could.’ He thought to himself. Refreshed from finally having a good night’s sleep, he had finally come into terms with his emotions. He came to the conclusion that he should just man up and do the best he can to win your heart over. He decided that he has had enough of years of just watching; he wanted to act now. It may not be easy but he didn’t want to have any regrets.

J: “Alright. I won’t call you that anymore. By the way, have you seen Ant-man?’ Y: “Nope. Why?” J: “I was wondering if you were free around this time. A friend of mine gave me two tickets.” “I wanna watch it when we get back but I don’t want to be alone, I’d watch it with the other members but they have other plans for that date.” Y: “Hmmm? My manager says I’m free that day. I’m down!” J: “Cool!”

He smiled to himself because little did you know, there was neither a ‘friend’ nor did he invite the other members out.

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Brothers In Arms

Part 7: Music’s Too Loud Without You

Summary: Ransom learns of your pregnancy, but when he returns home, there’s another surprise waiting for him…

Warnings: Bad language words. Smut. Violence…angry Ran and angry Steve.

Pairing: MOB (darkish…sorta) Ransom Drysdale x Reader /MOB DARK Steve Rogers x Reader

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: This is a VERY Ransom/Steve heavy chapter...the reader doesn’t feature much, and won’t in Part 8 either. After this we’ve only 2 plus an epilogue to go...eeeeek! Huge thanks to my beta and constant source of love and light @spectre-posts

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Part 6

Silence stretched between the two of you as Ransom looked down at the test which now lay in his hands. You watched as his expression never changed. His eyes remained focused, nostrils flared a little as he took a deep breath, the nerve was still twitching in his jaw. So, it was a surprise to you, when the inevitable question came in such a quiet and meek manner.

“Is it mine?”

You licked your lips, swallowing as you blinked back tears. “I don’t know. And I…we never will.”

“What do you mean?”

“A paternity test would be useless.” You spoke, a little sadly. “You, and…him…I mean, identical twins…you share DNA.”

Ransom opened his mouth as if to speak, but he shut it again as he gently handed you the test back. “No, I guess you’re right.” He spoke softly, before he then shook his head, almost as if he was trying to dislodge whatever thought or image he had in his head. “But…it’s gotta be mine, right? I mean…we had…a lot of…” he waved his hand, “and you, you and him…it was once, so…odds on…”

He trailed off as you looked at him, a pang in your chest. There was no malice in his tone, no accusation, no bitterness. In fact, it was almost as if he was pleading. Pleading with you to tell him what he needed, or wanted to hear.

“Ransom…” you wiped your eyes, “I don’t…I mean, okay, the mathematical probability would likely lean towards you but…it only takes once and I can’t…” you looked at him, fresh tears stinging your eyes and nose, “I can’t say for sure.”

You saw the film of mist cover his eyes and you looked away, giving him a moment to compose himself. He cleared his throat, but when he spoke, his voice was thick. “Are you gonna keep it?”

“I don’t know. I need time to think about it.” You blinked back more tears as Ransom glanced up at the ceiling, almost as if he was hoping to find the solution to all of this up there on the clinically white suspended tiles.

“Whatever you want…then…I’ll help.” Ransom’s gaze returned to you, “If you keep it, I’ll support you. I’ll do whatever, be as involved as a father or as not involved as you want, but you’ll want for nothing. Either of you. Whatever you decide…”

At that point the door to the bathroom opened and you turned to the door, Ransom automatically moving so that he was stood in between it and you.

“Boss…” Natasha spoke, her voice gentle, “we don’t have a lot of time.”

“No…” Ransom looked down at his feet, “no we don’t.”

You weren’t sure if he was talking about the fact that any moment now the temporarily incapacitated security detail would be waking up, or the fact that you would soon have to come to terms with a decision about the baby currently residing in your belly. You raised your head to look at him, and he took a deep breath before he turned to Natasha. When he spoke, his voice was back to normal, business as usual.

“Y/N has agreed to my proposal. You’re to stay with her, keep her safe. There’ll be no contact from or to me unless she explicitly permits it.” Natasha nodded. Ransom took another deep breath, before he looked back at you. “if you need me…you have my number.” And with that he gave a jerk of his head, and swept from the room.

You nodded, before you turned away, and then you could hold it no longer. Your shoulders began to shake as you started to cry.

“Oh…hey…Y/N…” Nat’s voice was a little shocked, awkward almost as you felt her arm gently touch her elbow. “Hey, what is it?”

“Everything…”You managed to croak out between your shaking sobs, “I ruined everything…I should have never gone to that damned party in the first place, I should never have lied…and now…now…my brother is out there fighting for his life and I’m…well, I don’t know what I’m doing with mine.”

“Well, how about we focus on right here, right now?” Nat spoke softly, “let’s get you calmed down, freshened up and then we’ll head back to your brother’s room. See how he is.”

You nodded. “Yeah…”

“I’ll be outside, most likely arguing with Harlan’s goons.” She gave you a little smile and you watched her go.

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror, and as you stared at your pale and drawn face, your hands both gently came to a rest on your stomach. You stood there, trying to get your head around all of this. Did you want this baby? More so, could you have the baby knowing that there was a chance it could be Steve’s. What if he found out? He’d been so clear about the fact he wanted you, you were sure that there was no point he’d simply leave you alone if he knew you were pregnant. Maybe you could run away…Ransom had said he’d help you in any way possible, so maybe he would give you enough cash to get you out of the country, and a new life somewhere else…

Loud voices drew you from your contemplation and you had to give a little snort as you realised Natasha had been right, she was arguing with your newly acquired bodyguards. Right now, this wasn’t about you. It was about Ari. So, you took a deep breath, summonsed all the composure and self-assurance you could muster, and yanked the door open.

*****

Ransom blazed through his mansion, barking orders and dismissing everyone he came across, including Langley. He wasn’t in the mood for his best friend or dealing with business today, he could think about nothing other than you, and the unborn baby in your belly. A million and one feelings were brewing inside him, and he couldn’t really identify any specific one with the exception of fear. Fear that, if Steve found out, it would put you in even more danger than you were. No, it was imperative that his asshole brother never found out about this.

He poured himself a scotch and drained it in one, wincing a the burn in his throat. He refilled his glass and sank into the chair behind his desk, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. If only he knew what it was that Levinson had uncovered. If he could prove to his shit head brother that it wasn’t him who had ordered that fateful hit which had gone wrong then maybe Ransom could buy himself enough time whilst he figured out how to kill the fucker. Because, that was inevitable; Steve Rogers would die. His fate had been sealed the minute he’d fucked you.

It didn’t escape Ransom, however, that even if he managed to kill his brother, Steve had achieved what he had wanted. He’d taken you away. You, the person who Ransom loved most. The person who he would have single handedly faced the devil himself for. Killing Steve wouldn’t repair the broken fragments of your relationship, it wouldn’t wash away what Ransom had done to you, but…

“It’ll make me feel better.” He necked his drink again, standing to refill the glass, his hands clutching at the neck of the crystal decanter. He knew he was lying to himself, nothing was going to make him feel better. Nothing other than having you back where you belonged. Back in his arms, in his bed. He wanted to watch you do that adorable little twitch of the face as you woke up. He wanted to argue with you over getting a dog. He wanted to play fight with you over what movie you put on. He wanted to see you in his clothes, fluffy socks on your feet, hair tossed up in a messy bun as you sat on the sofa surrounded by junk. He wanted to see your belly as it grew with his baby, see the other changes that brought to your body. He wanted to hold you, yelling as you squeezed his fingers so hard they felt like they were going to break as you gave birth…

Tears welled in his eyes and with a loud yell of anger, frustration, and downright devastation, he launched the crystal decanter at the wall where it shattered into a million pieces.

As much as he solely wanted to blame Steve for this mess, Harlan and Levinson were right. This was his doing as much as it was his brothers. And he had no fucking idea how to fix any of it.

“And now I’ve got not fucking scotch!” He yelled. He took a step to the right with the intention of yanking open the door and shouting loud enough until someone brought him some more, but he stopped dead as something caught his eye. He glanced back down at his desk and spotted, for the first time, an A4 sized envelope. It had clearly arrived in the post, and he assumed it had been that morning given the date stamps. He picked it up, it was flat but card backed, the type of envelope that normally contained things that the sender didn’t want bending.

Temporarily, all thoughts of you and alcohol flew from his mind. He reached for the letter opener, slit the envelope from left to right along the top, and then turned it upside down.

Two photos fell out, one landed picture down. With a frown, Ransom tossed the envelope down on the desk and glanced down at the photo which was the right way up. His brow furrowed as he saw Rumlow sat at a table at the country club with a large bulky envelope in one hand, and a bound wad of notes in the other.

Ransom’s mouth dropped open as he realised what this was. It was a payment, and more specifically, he knew that the only reason anyone would send this to him was that it was the payment which had sealed Peggy Rogers’ fate. This was the deal that was made when Rumlow was supposed to shoot Steve. Which meant that, the other photo which still lay with its blank, white back facing upwards, was about to show him who had arranged it.

He swallowed, suddenly feeling hot and clammy with anticipation. The blood was thumping around his head and ears as he reached out, and turned it over. His eyes widened as he saw, for the first time, the person who had been responsible for the hit, the reason Steve hated Ransom so much, the reason he’d gone after you to seek revenge on the wrong person.

And he knew the man. He knew the man extremely well.

******

“Boss?”

Steve looked up to see Bucky in the doorway. “What is it, Buck?”

“Your brother is here.”

Steve’s brow furrowed, before he gave a little huff. “Well, show him in.”

A few minutes later, Ransom bustled into the room, the back of his long, tan coat flapping a little.

“Ransom, what a pleasant surprise.” Steve drawled. Ransom merely glared back at him. “Gun on the table,” Steve tapped the surface of this desk, “if you’d be so kind.”

With the filthiest look Ransom could muster, he reached into the waistband of his trousers and pulled out his weapon. He tossed it onto the desk.

“You packing anything else, no knives in your socks?” Steve arched a brow and Ransom scoffed.

“Knives ain’t my style.”

“Ah yes, never been one for getting your hands dirty.” Barnes chuckled from behind him and Ransom twisted his neck a little to look over his shoulder. “Tell me, how is Levinson?”

With a snarl, Ransom spun round. “You best hope he pulls through, because if he doesn’t…”

“You’ll do what?” Bucky stood still, not so much as flinching.

“Okay, boys, that’s enough.” Steve spoke, humour lacing his tone. “I’m sure we can all agree that what had to happen to Ari is…regrettable.”

“Regrettable? You did it, you stupid cunt. And for no reason.” Ransom tossed the package he was holding on the desk.

“What’s this?”

“An envelope.” Ransom deadpanned.

“Hilarious.” Steve rolled his eyes. “What’s in it?”

“Look and see. Or are you blind as well as fucking dumb?”

With his eyes still on Ransom’s, Steve reached for the envelope and pulled out the photos inside. Ransom watched and saw his brother’s eyes narrow, before they widened.

“Is this…”

“Yeah.” Ransom nodded

“What is it, Steve?” Buck asked as he walked round the side of the desk

“That is a picture. Well, two to be exact.” Ransom answered for Steve as Bucky took them. “Showing, what I believe, to be the meeting which set up the hit that was taken out on Steeby. The hit that killed Peggy.”

At the last sentence, Ransom bowed his head a little. Despite everything Steve was, he’d loved Peggy. Worshipped the ground she walked on and would do anything to keep her safe.

As he did and would with you. And your...

At the thought of you, and the baby in your belly, Ransom felt a stir of anger and his eyes returned to his brother who was now, he was both pleased and amused to see, looking utterly dumb struck.

“I told you it wasn’t me that organised it.“ Ransom spat, “you came after the wrong guy…and you…”

Steve looked at Ransom, his eyes locked onto his as he shook his head. “What do you want, an apology?”

Ransom snorted, “even now you can’t admit-“

“This doesn’t prove anything…” Steve waved the photo.

“You’re right, it doesn’t. And the one person that could confirm this is currently lying in a hospital bed because your guard dog couldn’t wait to get his knives out.”

“Levinson was tailing-“

“Because of what you did to Y/N!” Ransom snarled.

There was a moments silence, before Bucky cleared his throat. “Boss…I think…I think you should give these some serious consideration. I mean, why else would he-“ he jabbed his finger at the photo, “be meeting with Rumlow, huh? Who else did he want to have shot?”

“And why would anyone send it to me?” Ransom added.

“But why?” Steve frowned, “it makes no sense.

Ransom popped a shoulder. “He’s always been a jealous prick. Maybe he snapped, wanted to clear the path for himself, I don’t know. But we won’t either, not for sure, until we confront him.”

“If it is true…” Steve looked at Ransom, “I will kill him.”

Ransom popped a shoulder, “I ain’t gonna stop you.”

Steve took a deep breath, “Ransom…”

Ransom stood, waiting, his arms folded. But nothing came. Eventually he scoffed and reached for his gun.

“Save it, let’s go confront the son of a bitch. The sooner this is all over…” he trailed off. He was about to say the sooner this mess was dealt with, the sooner he could get back to putting things right with you. But, well, that wasn’t something he was sure would happen.

He tucked the gun into his waistband and then stood tall, brushing his hand through his hair. “Now, are you organising the flight to Boston, or shall I?”

**********

“Something smells good.”

“Pumpkin and Gingerbread cookies.” You grinned, turning to face him. “Shaped like…”

“Spooky stuff…” Ransom chuckled as he saw the array of different shaped cookies.

“Thought I’d do a test batch for Halloween.“

“You do know I booked catering for the party, right?” His arms circled you from behind.

“Yeah but I wanted to do something…”

He kissed your cheek, “so come on, let me test one.”

You grinned, and held one up over your shoulder for him to take a bite. He chewed, made an appreciative noise and swallowed.

“They’re good. Real good. Taste almost as good as you.”

You laughed and slapped his arm lightly. “Are hungry? I wasn’t sure if you would have eaten…”

“Starving…” he nipped at the skin behind your ear.

“I made lasagna,” you closed your eyes as his lips moved down your neck.

“Hmmm…rather have my dessert first,” his lips caressed your jaw.

“You can’t…”

“Says who?”

“That ain’t the way it’s done.” You mumbled and then giggled as he spun you to face him.

“I can do what the fuck I want,” he grinned as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. “And right now, I wanna do you.”

He lifted you easily onto the kitchen counter, his hands gripping the bottom of your sweater. You bit your lip as he pulled it over your head, groaning as he realised you had no bra on underneath.

His lips pressed to the hollow of your throat, before he kissed the swell of your breast. Then, his lips pulled in your nipple, teeth gently grazing the sensitive nub. You groaned, arching into him a little, your hands in his hair, nails scratching his scalp.

It wasn’t long until your leggings had been discarded, along with your panties and he was stuffed inside of you, your legs round his waist, ass perched on the edge of the counter. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he thrust into you, over and over again.

“Fahk, princess…” his lips pressed to yours, swallowing your groan as he could feel you squeezing him. “You gonna cum, baby?”

“Yeah…yeah…oh…oh, god…Ran…”

With a moan, you tipped your head back, and Ransom grunted as he felt your heat squeezing him, pulling him in further…god, you were just exquisite. He loved you, with everything he had…

Ransom shifted in his seat, his eyes closed. It seemed a bittersweet curse that his dreams were always filled with memories of you. Maybe that was his penance for the way he’d treated you…

He popped an eye open and saw his brother sat on the other side of the jet, a scotch on his hand. He was contemplating something. In a way that the twins has always been able to do, Steve sensed Ransom’s eyes on him and turned to face him. Ransom looked away.

“So, humour me, Ranny…”

Ransom growled and looked at him, “what?”

“I’m curious. I mean, you know now, that Y/N wasn’t completely aware it was me at Stark’s party but…did you know she arranged to meet me?”

“Yes.” His reply was curt.

“She backed out.”

“I know.”

“I mean, if she’d gone through with it…I’d have sent you the photos anyway but…”

Ransom growled, “shut up.”

“But…back to my point. You know all of this…and yet you’ve not got her back yet…why?”

“None of your dammed business.”

“Ahhh, it’s not your choice, I see. She pissed you didn’t believe her?”

Ransom clenched his jaw, “keep talking…go on.”

Steve simply smirked and sat back, “I mean, your relationship can’t have been that strong if you didn’t believe her in the first place. How many other-“

He was cut off as Ransom shot out of his chair and gripped him round the neck, closing his fingers tightly.

“You don’t mention her. You got that? She’s nothing to do with you.”

Steve nodded as Ransom let go, sitting back down.

“You’re going soft.” He chuckled.

Ransom sighed, “shut up, Steve. You’re boring me now.”

“I mean, you have been threatening to kill me for weeks and here is your perfect opportunity. No one here but me and you.”

“Well, call me old fashioned but I think you deserve revenge on the man who really ruined your life.”

“And then…then what?”

Ransom shrugged.

“He ruined yours too, remember?” Steve sighed, “if he hadn’t organised that hit…then…I wouldn’t have…”

Ransom turned his head towards his brother and opened one eye. “Is that an apology?”

Steve simply smirked, “if you wanna call it that.”

“You never were any good at them.” Ransom closed his eyes again and let out a deep breath. “Even as a kid sorry never formed part of your vocabulary.”

“Wasn’t part of yours either.”

“Touche, Steeby, touché.”

The rest of the flight was spent in silence, and before long they were pulling up outside their Grandfathers mansion. The driver, who Harlan had sent for them both, had barely pulled to a stop before Steve was out of the car.

“Steve, hey…” Ransom hurried to catch him, gripping his shoulder, “just…wait…”

“I’ve waited long enough.”

Ransom looked at his brother before he sighed, “fine, have it your way.”

Steve stormed through the mansion, Ransom simply swaggering behind as they made their way to Harlan’s office. Not bothering to knock, Steve fling the door open and their grandfather didn’t flinch as he looked up.

“Ahh. I though I had heard you had arrived. I also heard from my security at the hospital, I told you, Ransom, no-”

He stopped mid sentence as Ransom simply tossed the envelope down on the desk and Harlan looked at it.

“What’s this?”

“Photos. Photos of Rumlow with the…” Steve took a deep breath, “the person who really organised the hit.”

“So this is what Levinson found out?” Harlan reached for it. Ransom nodded.

“You ain’t gonna like it.” He warned.

Harlan opened the envelope and pulled out the photos, and he groaned. “Oh you stupid….”

“Where is he?” Steve demanded.

“He’ll be at the publishers.”

“Fine…” Steve turned to go.

“Wait!”

“I can’t and won’t do that.” Steve shook his head. “I’m going to kill him, he’s been in the business long enough to know how this goes…”

“And so have I.” Harlan sighed, sadness in his tone. “I can’t and I won’t stop you...not after...” he sighed and shook his head. “But let me call him, get him to meet me at the warehouse. It’s…it’ll be empty today, and I don’t want this anywhere near our legitimate front. Plus…I’d like an explanation. He is…he is….”

Harlan seemed unable to finish his sentence and he merely trailed off. Steve looked at Ransom who popped a shoulder.

“Okay, fine.” Steve consented, “but tell him to make it quick.”

Harlan nodded and picked up his phone. It was about five seconds or so before he took a deep breath. “I need to see you.”

********

Another cliff hanger...yeah I’m evil...but WHO do YOU think it is???

Find out in Part 8

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aleksa-sims · 6 months

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RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: Adult topics, pregnancy, cheating...

Nico's really not normal! But well, that's nothing new. After Damian & Martin, his.... soccer team mates (😒) left, I was of course totally mad at him for what I heard. They talked about me like I was just some kind of..... bitch for N. But his poor Stephanie, she’s so innocent... That girl, is totally crazy! 😡 She threatened Nico to hurt herself, just because things don’t go the way she wants. Sorry, but that's insane! And tbh, I have nothing against Damian & Martin. It wasn't their fault. They didn't know it was ME. And they are the only ones of N.'s team mates, I get along with. Anyway, that’s a different topic.

Besides, he said he loved his (ex) fiancée. when I overheard him and his two buds. But Nico just thought, who cares!? After he took a shower, he wanted me to jump right into bed with him. 😠As if everything was fine.

Nico: Come to me, babe. I'm all yours. 😏

Me: Are you losing it?... You really think I’m gonna jump into your arms now? 😒

Nico: C'mon, I didn’t say anything bad about you!! I don’t talk about my private matters with my team mates. But Damian that fucker, read our texts. He & I shared the same apatment in Italy. He took my phone that jerk. I just told them I broke up with her, but I didn't say WHY!! But yeah, they knew I was seeing someone else bcs D. couldn’t keep his mouth shut. So Martin that dick, thought I was cheating. You got it now?

Me: You told them you loved her! I don’t get why you fall for that pity shit she’s telling you?... But well, you only dumped her bcs I didn't wanna sleep with you as long as you were with her. 😡

Nico: I said that I will NOT cheat and I also told you, that I wanted to end it with her anyway. YOU, love Daniel and you’re fucking married!

Me: But Daniel took off!!!!!! It's over!!! He’s not here! He doesn’t show up all the time and wants something from me like your crazy Stephanie.

Nico: Put yourself in my position! Imagine Daniel is Stephanie..... You would also feel bad if you left Daniel. Or not? And she’s not playing that, she’s really.... fucked up & upset.

Me: I’d rather die, than hurt him sm. You understand? I would never have met you, if Daniel had stayed with me. 🤦‍♀️💔...... I accepted that he’s gone, but you?? Idk what you want N.?... Get off me. I fuck off.

I walked towards the door. I wanted to go home. But he stood in front of the door and wouldn’t let me go, so he literally pulled me away from there and asked me to listen to him.

Nico: Now listen! You know me. Do I look like I’m lying to you? I love you.... When I saw you again a week ago, I knew it right away. You didn’t even have to say or do anything. Just seeing you was enough for me to know I wanted you. And remember what I told you. I don't play around! I don’t need a second girl, bitch, fiancee or whatever. I want just one! But with that one girl, I wanna do what I want, without me constantly having to explain something. I want you to finally trust me! Fuck what others say or think. That’s unimportant! Only what I say counts for you. The same applies to me. I only listen to you and what you want from me. I don’t give a shit about everyone else. For me, you are always in the first position. That’s exactly what I expect from you too. And I’ll settle that damn issue with Stephanie, as I said. But you have to trust me! I don’t want her, I want you! And also my damn sister, FUCK HER! Melanie can’t hurt you!! I won't let that happen!!! Ok?

Me: Idk if I can? I wanna trust you, but... sm has gone wrong for me. It's pretty damn hard to trust.

Nico: Then please at least try! It’s only 3 fucking days, until her damn family gets back home. After that, it’s just you & me, babe.

Me: But you still love her. You said it yourself.

Nico: I swear, I don’t love her like I love you. Idk how to explain it?I’m not good with words. You might get me wrong, if I try, but I don’t want you to think I only want you for that one thing. This is simply not true.

......................

Nico: I'm sorry, but I have to shag you now......

Me: Somehow you always have to.

Nico: Yeah, okay I'm hooked on you. And I’m not doing this just for me. I love making you... happy. Tell me, did P. make you happy too? Or-.. no, no! Not P.! I saw how Philip did it to you. I wanna know what Daniel did to you.

Me: Seriously N.???... You really wanna hear what Daniel did to mer? In... bed.

Nico: Sure, babe.

Me: Why am I even surprised? You're insane, N.!

Nico: Tell me.

Me: I loved it with him. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t have married him, if....he didn't feel good to me. But there are many moments with Daniel, that I don’t remember. We're constantly high. Still, D. was... great... But he’s almost as horny as you. I think it had to do with his addiction. I know that from myself. When I was sober and had this shit in my mind, I wanted to sleep with him. As if Daniel could get me high or something. He... reminds me of that stuff.

Nico: I gotta get Daniel and that damn shit out of your head!

Me: If someone can do it, that person is you! But I only think about you when we’re together anyway. I loved you so much N., I can still feel it.

.......

Nico: I know you love me. You always had a hard time telling me, but I knew it, whenever you touched my face... ILY, too.

Me: You really noticed that?.... Yeah, I guess I never stopped loving you.

I stayed with him again, but slowly I had to go home. My parents will be wondering where I spend all those nights and with WHO? I’m an adult, yes! I was 21 at the tim. But I was still married. They’ll think I’m using again or that I met a new, strange guy woh's doing drugs with me.... Anyway, the next morning I went out with Nico’s dog, I went shopping. I got a pregnancy test. Yesterday I had no success with it. I was not allowed to enter the pharmacy with Nico’s dog bcs I had no muzzle for him, but that morning I finally got a test. I had to tell him and I think I started to fall in love with N. again. The night with him was incredibly........ hot, but not only because of that. N. has changed. He was so cute. Of course he was still crazy and maybe still a bit too demanding, but that's ok for me and I can handle it.

Also I never would have let go of Daniel so fast with any other guy. But with N.... all the feelings and emotions I had for him, were still there. I had only "repressed" them, when he left a year ago. But I’ve always known, that Nico is someone special to me, whether we’re apart or together. Idk why it was like that, bcs he wasn’t really nice to me at the beginning, as you know. But I knew he loved me. I think he just couldn't handle his feelings/emotions for me really well in the past. And if I'm honest, I wasn't easy too. I was a challenge for him. Not just for him. For my family too. It was an intense time and Nico was constantly under enormous pressure because of soccer. I just didn’t mention it so often back then. I believe that all those factors played a part and triggered his anger. It was too much for him. I was too much for him. And there was also this thing with his dad, who was a total ass. This man made Nico so MAD, that he didn’t like my Dad either, and so it came to all those probs with my family too.

Also, his ex showed up! I couldn’t stand her whole fake pity show. And it hurt me like hell to see her & Nico together. I swear, Philip and Natasha were NOTHING compared to that! I ran away as usual. But I’ll tell you next time.

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17's Performance Unit Reaction: Saying you hate them during an argument

(Inspired by a tiktok edit I saw.) Hip Hop Unit ver. | Vocal Unit ver.

Hoshi

Whines. Whines, whines, and whines again, since the moment he realized you were giving him the cold shoulder. How can he be so oblivious and childish, you don’t understand. Sure, silent treatment isn’t the most mature of behaviors either, but you’d like to think it was still better than yelling or worse, crying over something he’s very clearly unaware of. Yet you can’t stop yourself from painfully clenching your jaw any time he tries to get you to smile by telling you about the ridiculousness that happened during the practice and in the dorms.

Only when he sees that it really won't work like he wants to and once he's run out of ideas does he stop and think it seems. You watch him from the corner of your eye and you see him fidgeting nervously, getting glassy eyed when you reject his affection. It’s clear he’s getting more and more confused. He really has no idea, does he?

"y/n?" he whispers softly when he finally joins you in bed after stalling in front of the bedroom for a few minutes.

“I hate you,” you growl, tired and a little over it all.

“Why are you like this?” he whimpers, cautiously shuffling closer to you under the covers. He doesn't touch you though, scared of another rejection.

"Do you know what day it is today, Soonyoung?" you don't even sound annoyed, just a little bitter.

"It's Friday," he responds immediately, jumping on the opportunity to talk to you now that you're not ignoring him. You notice wet streaks on his cheeks.

"No, it's Saturday," you inform him and you can tell immediately that it all clicked in his brain. He reaches out to take your hand but changes his mind and just sort of hangs in there. His mouth is opened, and you can see the panic in his eyes.

"Well, at least I know you didn't forget," you chuckle and turn away from him. Or that's the plan but he gently makes you turn back and pulls you into a embrace.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so stupid," he mumbles and you feel his hold tighten with each word, "This won't ever happen again, I promise. Can I take you out tomorrow? I'll have to move some stuff around, but I can make it, please."

He sounds so apologetic and genuinely panicked that you feel a little bad for him. You're angry, but after all he didn't forget about your date on purpose. And knowing him, he'll beat himself up over it for a while.

"It's alright," you sigh, "Let's wait until your schedule isn't so crazy."

"No, I don't want you to hate me," he whines, nuzzling into your hair and almost suffocating you in his arms.

"I was just angry, Soonyoung. I am still a bit disappointed, but I don't hate you, it just slipped out," you reassure him, finally hugging him back.

"Doesn't matter, you said it. If I make you breakfast tomorrow, will it fix things a little?" he offers and who are you to decline an offer like that? You make sure to reassure him you love him again, though, before accepting.

Jun

“Why are you like this?” he whines again, following you like a lost puppy all around the house. When you shut the door to your shared bedroom in his face, he still doesn’t get the hint and walks in after you, much to your dismay.

“Go away,” you growl, feeling emotions boiling inside of you. You know you’re being childish, but right now you don’t even wanna see his face. And you know you really should communicate that, but you don’t want to talk to him at all. At the same time you feel like you’re gonna snap if he keeps this up any longer, which only makes you angrier.

“No, what’s going on? Why are you like this?” he whines again. He takes your hand to make you look at him and his eyes are full of hope, but seeing him makes your emotions boil over.

“I hate you! Just go away!” you bark at him, pulling your hand away from him harshly before resuming your way to the closet.

“Oh,” you hear him say in the tiniest voice possible and you feel a tug at your heart. Then memories of the party flash in your mind and any sympathy you might have had for him is gone. You hear footsteps and then the bedroom door closing and you let out a long sigh. Finally some peace and quiet without Jun’s stupid face around. You take out some comfy clothes to change into and make your way into the bathroom to have a long hot shower.

The time alone and warm water running down your body help you calm down and clear your head. You’re still mad but at the same time you can’t get the broken ‘oh’ out of your head and it makes you feel guilty. Jun was probably really hurt by your words and behavior as well. You sigh as you dry off and put the clothes on to search for your boyfriend.

You find him sitting in the arm chair in the living room, seemingly deep in thought. You can’t see into his face but you hear gentle sniffling and your heart breaks further. You make your way over to him and lay a hand on his knee as you crouch in front of him. He jumps a little, clearly not having noticed your presence.

“Hey,” you give him a sad smile.

“Hey,” he repeats quietly and shifts in his seat. His eyes are a little glassy and seems really shaken, which only breaks your heart further.

“If I said I’m very very stupid and incredibly sorry, would you believe me?” you sigh and he smiles uneasily.

“Depends. Did you mean that?” It’s his turn to ask questions and you hate the vulnerability in his voice.

“Of course not, I was just angry and it was wrong of me to snap at you like that. I’m feeling calmer now, could we talk about what happened?” Now you’re the one nervous and ready to be hurt.

“Sure, but can you hug me first?” he looks at you uneasily and only relaxes when you do embrace him.

“I’m really sorry, Jun. You didn’t deserve that.”

The8 / Minghao

You’re done. Absolutely worn out and in disbelief. Is it too much to want him to at least look like he cares? You can’t get enough air into your lungs, breathless from all that you’ve said. And he? He��s just sat there the whole time and stared at you, only occasionally responding in that infuriatingly calm manner of his. Even now he’s doing it, waiting patiently. All you wanted was to see that he gives a shit, but even as you yelled at him, at points just trying to get a raise out of him, he stayed unfazed. It finally hits you - he just doesn’t care.

“Is that all you’re going to do? Sit there and watch me?” you bark at him, voice raised although your throat is getting sore.

“I’m talking with you, aren’t I?” he responds, voice even. You scoff.

“Are you? I don’t know, it looks like you’d rather do anything else but talk to me and try to work on things,” your volume keeps rising as your emotions surge and heart keeps breaking.

“If that was true, I wouldn’t be sitting here, you know that,” he reminds you, patiently.

“Do I? Well, I don’t know, I really don’t, I don’t think I even know you anymore, Minghao,” you begin screaming again towards the end of your words and throw your hands up in frustration.

“I think you’re getting too emotional, y/n,” he frowns a little for a split second before his expression relaxes into the same poker face you’ve been watching the entire night. You feel tears pricking your eyes.

“I hate you,” you yell again. You don’t know what to do anymore. You’re desperate. Why can’t he show you that he cares?

“Fine, then hate me!” he matches your tone and volume for the first time tonight and it makes you jump and look at him wide eyed. It’s like he dropped some kind of mask he’s worn the entire evening. He’s fuming, glaring at you with eyes that are slowly getting glassy. You open your mouth to say something but he gets up from his seat and moves to leave the room. You panic.

“Hao-” you try to grab his sleeve but he jerks away, glaring at you as the first tear falls.

“Don’t, y/n,” he warns, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” You’re speechless and he uses the opportunity to leave the apartment.

“This isn’t what I wanted,” you confess quietly when he returns an hour later.

“So are you ready to have a mature, adult conversation instead of having a screaming match? Or do you still hate me?” he says bitterly and it pulls at your heart.

“Yes, I’m ready. And I’m sorry, Hao. You know I love you,” you sigh.

“Do I?”

Dino

“Please, y/n, let’s just talk, I know I messed up,” he calls after you, following in your steps. What’s so hard to understand about you wishing to be left alone at the moment you don’t understand.

“Come on, talk to me! I didn’t mean it!” he keeps repeating, voice more and more desperate with each second you refuse to answer. While you understand that sometimes people may say stupid things in the heat of the moment, to use one’s insecurity against them is the lowest of the lows and you’re not ready to forgive him so easily. You don’t even want to see or hear him.

“y/n, I’m talking to you!” he raises his voice again and you hear it break, but you’re too upset to care about his feelings right now. He didn’t either, after all. He tries to grab your hand but you jerk your arm away.

“Stop it! I hate you!” you yell back at him and even though you only meet his eyes after you’ve said those words, it doesn’t change much. The tears in his eyes overflow and he steps back, head hanging low.

“I love you, I always do,” he sniffles before raising his head to look at you, a wobbly smile on his lips, “We’ve both said something stupid now, are we even? Can we talk it out now, please?”

You sigh, now being yourself on the verge of tears. You run a hand through your hair before pulling him closer and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Idiot, it’s not about getting even,” you mumble into his skin, “I was just angry. I love you too. I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. His arms hold you close, squeezing until you can barely breathe.

“I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean it, I really didn’t. I was also angry, and I guess something in me wanted to hurt you. But I would never,” he says, hiding his head in the crook of your neck.

“I know, babe. Can we agree that we were both stupid?” you suggest and feel him smile and nod. You smile as well.

“We must be tired to fight like this over something so small,” he comments, shaking his head.

“What were we fighting about anyway?” you try to remember but your memory is blank.

“You know what, I can’t remember either. It probably wasn’t that important,” he chuckles and you join him, kissing the side of his head. You want to pull away but he doesn’t let you.

“Promise you won’t push me away?” he says, voice much lower than before and fragile.

“Never again, Chan. I think we both learned our lesson today,” you promise and he allows you to step back, but you still stand close enough for him to hold onto you.

“It scared me when you said that,” he admits with eyes lowered to the floor.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it, especially when I don’t mean it - because I don’t,” you emphasize and he nods, finally meeting your gaze again.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he says, pulling you into his arms once again. You chuckle.

“Same here. Let’s just order some food, cuddle and forget about it, hm?”

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen performance unit #seventeen reactions #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #angst #fanfiction

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Only For You

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "can we kiss?"

Featuring demiromantic Aziraphale having a sudden realization

“There we are, my dear.” Aziraphale offered his hand, smiling. “Step carefully, now.”

“You’re too kind.” The young lady took his hand and accepted his help out of the ditch. “I haven’t the vaguest idea how you righted the carriage on your own, let alone returned it to the road. You’re like… a hero out of one of my favorite books!”

Chuckling, Aziraphale led her to her little carriage. She seemed a very bold young woman, out driving by herself, and it hadn’t troubled him to use a miracle in her aid. “Well, I don’t know about that. Do drive safely, hmm?”

“Oh, I shall. Home isn’t far away.” She gazed at him far more shyly than he’d expected. “I have one more favor to ask, if you’ll pardon my forthrightness.”

“Oh! Yes, certainly.” Aziraphale waited patiently. It was always nice to have an opportunity to do good.

She moved closer to him, far too close, and laid her hand on his chest. “Can we kiss?”

Aziraphale stared at her for a moment, then rapidly backed away. “Oh, um. No, I’m afraid not, not at all appropriate. Goodbye! Have a lovely drive home!”

“But you’re supposed to be like a hero out of the books!” she complained as he fled. “A hero would—”

“Afraid not, dear lady, couldn’t dream of it.” Breathless, Aziraphale climbed onto his horse and trotted off.

He forgot entirely to post, and the rapid trot bounced him up and down for a minute before he settled into rhythm. He shuddered, trying to shake off the awkward moment.

Aziraphale had never understood the appeal of kissing, why humans found it exciting to smush their mouths together. He’d never tried it. He never wanted to try it. And he most certainly did not want to try it with a complete stranger.

He shuddered again, almost unreasonably ill at the thought. But soon, provided he ran into no other hapless travelers, he would be at a warm inn, somewhere he could savor the pleasures of the world. A hearty meal, some sherry perhaps, and a good book.

As he rode into the gathering dusk, he thought about the sudden offer, about humans and their intricate relationships. Aziraphale didn’t entirely understand those relationships, no matter how much he loved romance novels. Certain aspects, yes. Holding hands and hugging sounded marvelous. He and Crowley shook hands sometimes, and that always felt—

A loud crack split the air, and Aziraphale cried out as pain blossomed in his shoulder. His horse bucked, everything lurched, and he fell.

The ground hurtled towards him. He slammed into it hard, shoulder first, and screamed. The world darkened around the edges, his heart pounding. Tears rolled down his cheeks, rapidly cooling in the autumn air.

“What have we here?” A boot slammed into his side, and he gasped in pain. “You fancy types shouldn’t travel alone. Bet your valuables will keep me fed for months.”

“If you… need money…” Aziraphale whimpered as the assailant pushed him onto his back. The man loomed over him, a pistol leveled at Aziraphale’s head. “I would have gladly—”

“Shut up!” The highwayman kicked Aziraphale in the face The taste of blood filled his mouth, and he coughed. “Just hand over everything you’ve got!”

And then a horse slammed into the highwayman, sending him flying. Not Aziraphale’s horse—this horse was dark, its rider dressed all in black except for a red waistcoat that set off fiery hair.

Aziraphale inhaled sharply. Crowley.

“You wanker!” Crowley yelled, vaulting off. He stormed over to the limp highwayman, seized him by the collar, and punched him in the face. “You shot my friend!”

In tears of pain, Aziraphale clutched at the bloody mess of his shoulder. “C-Crowley…”

Crowley punched the highwayman once more and grabbed his gun, then rushed to Aziraphale and knelt. “Oh, angel. Easy, I’m here, it’s okay.”

Aziraphale sobbed, which only worsened the burning agony. “Crowley, it hurts.”

“I know, shh. S’ gonna be okay.” Crowley’s slender fingers curled around Aziraphale’s, lifting his hand. Aziraphale moaned, tummy lurching. “Shhh, easy. I’ve got you, angel.”

Crowley laid Aziraphale’s hand down, then whipped off his own perfectly tailored jacket, wadded it up, and slipped it behind Aziraphale’s head. He bent down, frowning at the wound.

Then, carefully, he began to heal it. One hand hovered over Aziraphale’s shoulder, mending the injury. Crowley settled his other hand on Aziraphale’s brow and ran light, rhythmic strokes across his clammy skin. “Just hold on, s’ gonna be okay. I’m here.”

Yes, he was. Aziraphale watched in awe, unable to take his eyes off Crowley’s intent expression. The agony in his shoulder sent waves of nausea through him, but there was something oddly exciting about this.

As if it was a romance novel, perhaps.

“There we go, angel.” Crowley gave a tiny smile, although he stole a furious look at the highwayman before taking Aziraphale’s hand. “Bullet’s out. Why don’t we go to the nearest inn, and I can take care of the rest of this once you’re warmed up?”

He brushed his thumb lightly against Aziraphale’s swollen lip, so lightly that it didn’t even hurt, and Aziraphale’s breath caught. Oh my. Oh dear.

Aziraphale nodded and let himself be helped up. “Thank you,” he managed breathlessly. “You’re too kind.”

“M’ not kind,” Crowley grumbled as he draped his jacket around Aziraphale’s shoulders and took him in a supportive hold again. “S’ part of the Arrangement.”

“Oh. Of course.” Aziraphale tried to smile, although he couldn’t quite manage it with his mouth swollen.

Still. While it wasn’t appealing at the moment, he suddenly felt something entirely new. Gazing up at his rescuer, who had swept in so heroically, Aziraphale rather thought that he might like to kiss Crowley someday.

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louisisalarrie · 2 months

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wow i never understood why he was such a bad guy but now im wondering why harry chooses to hang around with him

its not as if he wouldnt know the things he has done

yeah, I’ve seen a lot of people today say “I can’t keep defending him” and I genuinely think he’s gonna lose fans from doing this.

I’ve talked previously about the people around him and how he has a lot of questionable folks he is “friends” with, and a lot of it always comes down to work. Shutting your mouth so you don’t lose your career. Same thing with the Az*ffs, they’re incredibly problematic in so many ways too.

I think though, it’s easy to understand it’s work, when it’s in a more public context. When he has to show up and smile and act like he likes these people for the sake of holding his position in the industry and having a successful career. But him going to the shops and buying groceries with that loser who isn’t really that active in Harry’s career these days, is far more questionable, and is really pushing fans to the edge.

There is a lot of frustration around Harry being such a wonderful and caring human like TPWK and being wholesome and accepting of everyone etc., but not speaking up about major current issues in the world. Which yeah, I get it’s frustrating, but again… stars at his level will rarely ever do that. It’s the way the industry works.

#anon #answered

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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year

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Sideline Love ~ Chapter 15 ~ Most Stressful Time of the Year

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?

Word Count: 3K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

I am trying out a taglist. Please let me know if you would like to be included.

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

On the other side of families, it is actually peaceful. With the animosity between Becca and her father ended, the little family began to prepare for its grand tour. While plans for Boston had already been made, Becca made sure to plan a day with her family so they could do Christmas right before. Charlie had been thrilled, opening presents early and getting to spend time with her grandparents.

Becca, on the other hand was nervous. As she was packing for Boston, she recalled the first meeting between Chris’s family and herself and she panicked. “Chris what if your mother just remembers me as…”

“As what?” cutting her off. “Angel, I explained what happened to Ma and she was fine.”

“Of course she’ll say she’s fine but she could be harboring dark feelings about it. I mean Scott was ok but your mom was only concentrating on you at the moment.”

“Sweetheart, please relax. My mom is a very understanding woman. I send her pictures of Charlie and you all the time. She asks all the time about you.”

“Really?” Becca chewed the side of her mouth, her tell that she didn’t believe him.

Chris sighed. “Look, I know that we had that bump in the road and it just so happened while we were in Boston but trust me, my family is going to love you.” He kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too. But…”

Chris kissed her slow and deep, effectively shutting her up. He pulled her close to him by her hips as her hands floated up to his hair, dragging his fingers through it. He finally pulled away, leaving her breathless. “Gonna keep talking?”

“Maybe. Chris, I’m serious.”

“So am I”. He kissed her again, this time walking her backwards against the wall. He pulled away. “Stop thinking Becca. Everything will be ok.” He started to work her neck, nipping and kissing.

“Chris,” she moaned, “we have to stop. We need to pack.”

“Hmm, I know but you need a moment to relax.” He started to pull her on her jeans, thumbing open the button and pulled the zipper down. His fingertips grazed the top of her panties.

“Baby, ah shit,” she moaned as Chris dipped his fingers into her panties.

“Shh, quiet Angel. Don’t want to wake Charlie do you?” He stroked her gently, making sure to hit her clit with his palm. Becca’s head leaned back as she closed her eyes and pushed her hips forward. Chris chuckled against her neck. “Enjoying it love?”

“Fuck yes,” she whispered trying to hold in her noises.

“I can tell. Cum for me Angel.” He continued to work his fingers until he could feel her tightening. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Look at her, cumming on my fingers.” Becca bit onto his shoulder to quiet her moans. He slowed his movements as she came down from her high. He removed his hands and licked them clean. “Feel better Angel?”

“I don’t think I can stand,” she replied, still holding on tightly to his forearms. Chris smirked and scooped her into his arms. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down.

“Better?”

“Better.” She yawned but snapped her eyes open. “What about you?”

“I’m ok Angel. You can take care of me later.” He kissed her forehead. “Take a nap. I’ve got some tape review to do for the game. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The day before they were set to fly to Boston, Becca’s phone rang. “Hello?”

Becca, its Robert.

“Hi. What’s up?”

Tom has asked for a meeting with you while you are in Boston. Just you.

“Me? What the hell for?”

I don’t know. I told him under no uncertain terms that you were meeting without counsel present. But his lawyer called and explained what was happening. I think you should take the meeting.

“Robert, what is going on?”

I can’t say yet. Just, think about it. I promise, it would be worth it.

Becca said goodbye and hung up, sitting on the bench by the window. Charlie was spending the day with Sebastian and Lizzy so Becca got lost in thought. She jolted up when her phone buzzed.

Tom: I promise it’s a good thing

Becca: You said that last time

Tom: I know.

Tom: But I need to say what I need to say to you in person

Becca: I don’t trust you

Tom: Bring Evans.

Becca: What?

Tom: Bring Evans.

Becca starred at her phone until Chris’s voice pulled her, starling her. “Angel?”

“What time is it?”

“Almost six. Angel, what’s wrong?”

“Tom wants to meet with us in Boston. Both of us.”

“Oh.” Chris scratched his chin. “Okay.”

“Just like that. Okay?”

“Well Angel, he must have something important to say. We are Charlie’s parents so we have to decide what’s best for her. If Tom wants to talk we should acknowledge that.”

Becca smiled softly. “We?”

Chris’s smiled faltered. “I mean you are her…” but Becca stopped him.

“I love that it’s ‘we.’ You’re right. We are her parents. So the day after we fly in?”

“Its Christmas Eve Angel. You sure?”

“If its going to ruin Christmas I would rather it be done sooner rather than later.” She picked up her phone.

Becca: we fly in the 23rd . We’ll meet you on the 24th.

Tom: Chris is from Boston right?

Becca: Yeah

Tom: Holy Grounds. 10AM

***

Charlie bounced in her seat for the short flight from Pittsburgh to Boston, her excitement being exaspertated by Chris’s own hyper energy. The Steelers were going into a small Christmas break with the lead in the standing and Chris was riding the high. He had Charlie on his lap for most of the flight, describing things out the window until the pilot advised they were going to land. “I can’t wait to show you around Angel.”

“I’ve been to Boston before love.”

“Yeah but not Sudbury.”

Coming off the plane with a 5 year old, a dog and three carry-ons, Becca and Chris tried to navigate to find the rental car desk when they heard. “Yo Evans! You suck!”

Chris turned around to see who was yelling and a big smile graced his face. “Not as much as you do Evans!” Scott bounced forward and pulled his brother into a big hug.

“Its so good to see you and not in a hospital bed,” Scott said. He let go to see Becca holding Charlie’s hand. “Becca, its nice to see you as well.” He pulled her into a gentle hug. He let go and turned to Charlie, dropping to a knee. “You must be Charlie.”

“Hi,” she said shyly before hiding behind Chris’s leg.

“Munchkin, this is my brother, Scott. He’s…uh…”

“He’s your uncle, Charlie. Uncle Scott,” Becca stepped in.

Charlie looked at Scott and then stepped towards him. “You look like daddy.”

Scott chuckled. “And you look like your mommy. Can I give you a hug?” Charlie stretched out her arms and Scott picked her up and hugged her before setting her on his hip. “Ok Pitt gang, to the car!” Scott guided them to where he had parked and drove them home. “Ma is excited to see you bro. Its been Chris this and Chris that. Geez, leave some love for the rest of us.”

“Don’t be jealous.” They all laughed.

“So Becca, how’s work.”

“Its ok. Still not sure where I’ll end up after the season ends but at this rate I won’t know until February.”

“You think the Steelers have a chance?” Scott used the chance to rile Chris up but Becca answered.

“As long as I don’t distract the quarterback too much we should have a decent chance,” she deadpanned.

Scott roared with laughter as Chris threw a smirk her way. “I’m ok with you trying as much as you want Angel.”

“Oh gross,” Scott said, fake throwing up.

“Uncle Scott, are you sick?” Genuine concern crossed the little girls face.

“Nice one,” Chris said.

“Uh no sweetie. Just playing around.” Scott looked in the mirror at his newest niece.

The arrived to a big house fully decorated for Christmas. “Momma look! They have a Santa on the lawn!”

“They do monkey. Let’s get you out.”

Chris came and got Charlie out of the car and then helped Becca out. He walked them over and the door opened revealing a nice looking woman in an apron. “Chris!”

“Hey ma!” He embraced his mother hard.

“And who is this?” She looked at Charlie who leaned into Chris.

“This is Charlotte. Or Charlie. Charlie, this is my mom.”

Charlie waved but kept her body close to Chris. “Hi Charlie. I’m grandma Lisa.”

Charlie perked her head up. “Like my Nana?”

“Yep. I’m Chris’s mommy.”

Charlie studied her for a moment before reaching out for the woman. Lisa held the little girl tightly before setting her down. Lisa turned back to the couple. Becca stood next to Chris, although shielding herself a bit with his arm. “Becca, right?”

“Yes, ma’am. Its nice to see you again,” Becca says, extending her hand.

Lisa takes her hand and pulls her into a hug. “Thank you for making my boy happy,” she whispers. She pulled back. “Let’s get inside and warm up.” She took Charlie’s hand and led her into the house.

“That’s it?” Becca squeeked.

“Were you expecting her to yell?” Chris look amused at Becca’s facial expressions.

“Well… yeah.”

Chris kissed the top of her head. “I told you Angel. My ma is very happy for us. Now c’mon, its time to meet my sisters.” He pulled her hand and tugged her into the house.

“UNCLE CHRIS!” Three voices yelled as they tackled the quarterback. Becca took a step back, smiling at the scene of two boy and a girl attacking Chris.

“Ok, alright, relax,” as Dodger added to the frey. He collected the children in a hug and then sat with them on the floor. “Guys this is Becca. Becca, this is Miles, Ethan and Stella. They are Carly’s kids.” Lisa stood back with Charlie. “That over there is Charlie.”

Stella immediately ran over to Charlie. “Do you like Barbie?” Charlie nodded and Stella took her hand. “Come to my room and we can play.” They ran off together as Chris stood up. He noticed his sisters in the door way.

He took Becca’s hand. “Becca, these are my sisters, Carly and Shanna.”

“Its nice to meet you.” Becca said as the girls eyed her up and down.

“So you’re the one that almost cost my brother his career,” Shanna said.

Becca began to panic. “I, uh…”

“Shanna that’s enough,” Lisa said sternly from behind them. “This is neither the time or the place.” Shanna looked away as Becca kept her head down. “Chris, why don’t you show Becca your room. I set up the cot in Stella’s room for Charlie.”

“Sure Ma. Angel?”

Becca looked up at him and he could see the sparkle of tears in her eyes. He threw a murderous look at his sisters before wrapping his arm around his girl and walking her away. As they made it upstairs, Becca was able to keep the tears at bay. She took in Chris’s room. “Surfer?” she asked, looking at the poster.

“I haven’t had a chance to update it,” he grumbled as Becca laughed gently.

“So this is pre college Chris, huh?”

“This is it. I’m sure Ma has all the photo albums ready for you to look at and embarrass me with.”

“I’m sure.” Becca walked around the room. “I love it.”

“I love you,” he said, pulling her onto his lap. “You ok?”

She shrugged. “I guess your sisters hate me.”

“Ignore them. They don’t know the whole story. Ma does and Scott doesn’t care.” He caressed her cheek. “I love you Angel.”

“Love you handsome.” She kissed him softly. “We should head down and be social, I guess.”

“If you are ok.” He took her hand. They went back downstairs as Lisa was serving hot chocolate to the kids. “Oh, Becca, I forgot to ask if Charlie is allergic to anything.”

“Bananas. Not anything severe,” she assured Lisa. “You have a beautiful home.”

“Thank you. Please sit, let me get to know you. I know I saw you at the hospital but I was…”

“Distracted. I know. I was too. But ask me anything. Open book,” she replied.

Scott bounced in just as everyone is sitting. “Hey Bex, so can you really get me field passes to see Chris?”

Becca looked at him curiously. “Bex?”

“Oh, well, Rebecca, Becca, Bex. Is that cool?”

“Just for you Scottie.” She winked at him and they laughed. “Sure, I can get you passes.”

“Awesome. Me and Steve really want to get up close and personal, ya know.”

“Steve?”

“Oh my boyfriend. You’ll meet him tomorrow. Do you guys have plans?”

Chris cleared his throat. “We have a meeting tomorrow in the morning but afterwards we should be free before the Christmas stuff starts.” He could feel Becca tense in his hand.

“Meeting? I thought you weren’t working Chris,” Carly asked looking at Becca.

“I’m not. We just have to meet with Charlie’s father,” he replied without thinking. “Shit.”

“Charlie’s father? You’re dragging my brother into your issues?” Carly asked.

“Carly, stop,” Lisa said.

“No! I want to know what is going on. I read all about her court case and she’s dragging Chris down, making him get benched and I want to know the truth,” Shanna said.

“Kids, why don’t we go into the playroom,” Scott said. “I’ll watch them.” He gave Becca a sympathic look. Becca waited until her daughter and Chris’s nephews and niece were out of the room before rounding back to his sisters.

“I didn’t drag Chris into anything. I broke up with him to try and protect him from all of this. But instead he stood next to me and held me up at my lowest point. I love your brother with everything I have. My father didn’t want me to date any players and I tried to stay away from him so he wouldn’t ruin his career.”

“Angel…”

“No Chris, they want the truth well here it is. I had a relationship with Tom Brady for a couple of weeks six years ago. He cheated on his wife with me. And I ended up pregnant with my daughter. I raised my daughter all by myself after he denied being her father. Now he wants back in and Charlie has to spend Christmas Day with him. He’s trying to take her away from me and now I have to meet with him tomorrow. He asked that Chris be there as well. I tried. I tried so hard to protect Chris that it cost me a month without my family. I quit my job to follow Chris wherever he goes because he deserves this. So hate me, curse me, whatever. I would do anything for this man.” Becca turned and ran up the stairs.

Chris looked at his sisters. “Really?”

They looked dumbfounded. “Chris, we didn’t realize…”

“You guys are seriously the worst. She’s been through hell and back. She’s worried about losing her daughter. She’s been so nervous to meet you guys. Thanks for this.” He followed her out. He got up to his room but didn’t see Becca. He walked around until he heard her quiet cries from the closet. “Angel?” He opened the door to see her in a ball. “Oh Angel.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell,” she wailed.

“I know baby, I know. Its ok, they deserved that.” He sat next to her. “You wanna stay at a hotel? We can.”

Becca shook her head. “No, I know you want to be with your family. I think I’ll just stay out of the way.”

“Angel, you can’t do that.”

“Yes I can. I’ll just stay in here.”

Chris sighed. “Angel, please, you can’t stay in the closet. At least let me put you in the bed.”

She nodded and he picked her up. He laid with her until she fell asleep before heading downstairs to get her a drink and some food. His mother was in the kitchen. “Is she ok?”

“She’s refusing to come down.” Chris leaned on the counter with his arms crossed. “What is their problem?”

“I think they are just being protective of you, Chris. I’ll talk to them.” Lisa wiped down a counter. “I didn’t know Brady wanted to meet with her while she was here. I’m sorry she is going through this. All I wanted was to meet her and her daughter. I really just wanted to get to know her.”

“I know Ma. I wanted you to get to know the woman I love too. Maybe we can do something just the three of us.” He gave his mother a hug before he grabbed the food and water. “I just want to protect her.” He walked out just as his sisters were coming in. He ignored them and walked around just as he heard his mother round on them. “I am so disappointed in you…”

The following morning, Lisa reassured Becca that Charlie was in good hands before Chris drove them to Higher Ground. They snagged a table in the back and ordered a couple of coffees. Becca hadn’t said a word, her knees bouncing. “Angel, please relax.” She gave him a small smile. Chris was worried. Becca was always talkative but the last 24 hours had taken its toll. He looked up and saw Brady approaching their table. “Brady.”

“Morning Chris, Becca.” He sat in front of them. “How are you?”

“We’re fine,” Chris answered, with Becca still looking away. “Rough landing here in Boston but we’re ok.”

“Sorry to hear that.” Tom swallowed. “I, uh, wanted to talk about Charlie.”

Becca jerked her head up to look at Tom. “What now? Not enough time. Need more from me, from us.”

“Becca, I…”

“No, you can’t have more. I can’t… I can’t bare it anymore.” A single tear slipped.

Tom looked at Chris. “You hadn’t told her?”

Becca looked at Chris as he said, “you asked me not too.”

“Tell me what?”

“I want to change the custody arrangements. I’ve submitted a petition to the court.”

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I don’t know if you’re still accepting prompts, or if you even allow people to request continuations, but if you do, could you do a continuation to “cassrose+I’m not leaving you”?

If you do accept prompts but don’t do continuations:

Rosecassie+ “I’m scared.” <3

YES you sent this just in time bc im finished with all my classes for the semester so i have free time to write <3!!

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“No.”

“Are you serious?” Rose snapped, crossing her arms.

Cassie nodded. “You’ve never given a good reason to make me think you should be allowed back on the team, so why should I say yes?”

Rose scoffed. “I’m a better fighter than almost everyone on your team, and you know it,” she said. “If anything, you should be asking me to be a Titan again.”

“And yet here I am, telling you no,” Cassie replied sweetly. “You said it yourself, you’re a great fighter on your own. You just can’t work with a team.”

“Seriously? You’re telling me no because I don’t play nice with the others?”

“I’m telling you no because you refuse to work with the others.”

“What the fuck is your problem?” Rose yelled, feeling her fingers start to twitch. “You’ve been trying to keep me away since day one for no reason. And now here I am, coming to you and asking you for your help, and you just say no?”

“You wouldn’t get it,” Cassie said, her eyes narrowing.

“Try me,” she responded. “I deserve an explanation if you’re gonna keep being a bitch to me.”

“You need to stay away from me.”

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

“I’m not supposed to–”

“Supposed to what? Talk to a killer? ‘Play nice’ with someone that’s been on the other side?”

“No, you just… you don’t understand.”

“You’re not even trying to help me understand!”

“I’m scared!” Cassie yelled, staring at Rose with wide eyes and a slightly crazed look.

Rose raised an eyebrow. “You’re scared of me? Newsflash, Wonderbread, you’re a demigod. I don’t think you have much to worry about.”

“I’m not scared of you,” Cassie muttered. “I’m scared… I’m scared you’ll leave.”

Rose frowned, trying to make sense of the random puzzle pieces Cassie was throwing at her. “Why?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I think it does.”

“But it shouldn’t.”

“Why shouldn’t it matter?”

“Because I’m supposed to love Conner!” Cassie shouted, then slapped a hand over her own mouth in shock, like it could take the words back.

Rose blinked. “What the hell does Conner have to do with this?”

Cassie shook her head, her hand still over her mouth. “Nothing, nothing, I’m sorry,” she stuttered, her voice muffled.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Cassie,” Rose groaned, grabbing her wrist and prying her hand away from her mouth. “You’re not making any sense.”

“I told you you wouldn’t get it,” she mumbled.

Rose rolled her eyes. “I don’t ‘get’ it because you’re just spewing nonsense as some kind of bullshit excuse,” she said. “What do you and Conner have to do with anything?”

“Nothing,” Cassie sighed. “I just… Cissie left the team, and I had to just go on and act like it wasn’t a big deal, then you left the team, and I did the same thing, and I’m… I’m so tired of pretending.”

Rose stayed quiet, watching Cassie staring at the ground and nervously chewing her lip.

“It’s not how it’s supposed to be,” Cassie murmured, more to herself than to Rose. “I love Conner, obviously, he’s my… my boyfriend, kind of, and I just… I’m not supposed to…”

“Supposed to what?”

Cassie lifted her head slowly, her gaze flicking to Rose’s eyes.

Then, before Rose had time to react, Cassie grabbed her hand and pulled her in closer until their lips were pressed together. She wrapped an arm around Rose’s back like she was trying to fuse their bodies together, and let her eyes fall shut.

By the time Rose’s brain caught up to what was happening, her fingers were already softly threaded into Cassie’s hair.

For a moment, it was nice. It was great. The context of the moment didn’t matter, they didn’t have to care what came before or what would come after.

The two of them could stay intertwined, together in their moment, and that was what mattered.

It was the two of them in their own bubble of space and time.

Then the bubble popped.

Cassie broke away, pushing herself away from Rose abruptly. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, that wasn’t…” She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in her hands. “I’m sorry.”

Rose was breathing heavily. She lifted her hand to her face, dragging her thumb across her lips where Cassie’s had just been.

Cassie brought her hands away from her face, choosing instead to wrap her arms protectively around herself.

Neither of them spoke.

Then Rose burst out in laughter.

Cassie’s eyebrows knit together. “Rose?”

Rose kept laughing, tightening her hands into fists. “That’s a good one,” she said between laughs. “Was it your idea or theirs?”

“...What?”

“No, it’s funny, really,” she breathed, tears starting to form in her eye. “I get it. That’s the joke, right? When I come to you and act like I want to belong somewhere, you… you get to take that into your hands and play around with it.”

“Rose, no–”

“No need to sell yourself short,” Rose choked out, quickly bringing up a hand to wipe a tear away. “It was funny. Hilarious. You can tell the guys all about it, and you can have a little laugh together later.” She looked at Cassie one last time, then turned around to leave. “No need to be ‘scared,’ or whatever you said, I didn’t… it didn’t even matter. Who cares.”

Cassie stared at her. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t even explain why she did it because she didn’t know.

All she knew was she didn’t want Rose to leave again.

But she still didn’t know how to let her stay.

“Please, just…” she whispered. “I don’t want you to go.”

Rose stopped in her tracks, but didn’t turn around to look at her. “Yes, you do. You said so yourself.”

“I didn’t mean to–”

“I don’t need you guys,” Rose said through gritted teeth. “I don’t need anyone, it was stupid of me to try.”

“Please, Rose, just listen–”

“I’m done listening,” she shouted, her voice breaking with every syllable. “I’ll leave you alone, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I’m sorry,” Cassie whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

Rose clenched her hands into fists, then lowered her head. “Me too.”

They stood silently for a moment, listening to each other breathe.

The moment ended, and she was gone.

Cassie didn’t move for a long time. She was frozen in place, watching the floor where Rose had been standing.

“Cass?” Kon’s voice echoed through the hallway.

Cassie blinked, straightening her back and tearing her eyes away. “Conner?”

Kon flew down the hallway and landed right next to her. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” he greeted. His face quickly fell as he looked into her eyes. “What’s wrong? You look… forlorn.”

Cassie laughed breathily, softly threading her fingers through her own hair. “I’m fine," she said. "It’s nothing.”

Conner didn't believe her, she knew that. She didn't even believe herself.

But sometimes that lie was all she had.

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