#811 answers

[du-buk]

8:11 Character/ Story asks;

Anons that have asked about characters and story beats! Spoilers are at the very end‼️

Trying to organize things the best I can! I’ve gotten SUPER behind on some asks.... I’m terribly sorry! I don’t go online much, and, reading text online is very difficult (for reference, this is what it looks like while also suffering from dyslexia)

Ryker ask;

Howdy! Sorry, but, Ryker’s clothing holds no meaning what-so-ever:D I think they just found a sweater they really liked and then added a crop top over it.

Nope! Beetle’s words are most likely verbal nonsense. Sounds like someone talking backwards, with some bug clicking noises, and chirping, and whatever else sprinkled in. He’s non human, and not like any living creature on Earth for that matter, so he wouldn’t have typical vocal cords.

Since he is linked with Ryker, his words are probably just telepathically and automatically translated for Ryker or something crazy like that.

Hmmmm.... the answer depends on where they are hanging out. If it’s at the basilica, Vittorino might be on edge and pissed. Which is the main reason why he attacked Ryker, haha.

If they’re all at Juliek’s house, or Accardi’s house.... hmmm. No okay, nevermind, it would still end up badly. Like this one vine

Gabriel Asks;

When I was redesigning him, I only gave him half facial hair to see what I liked..... but I liked how it looked just as is, so, I kept it, hahahah.

I like to think that he shaves during a shower, but, forgot to shave the other side until he stepped out of the shower.

Hmmm....I like to think Gabriel is a natural blonde. I think it’s just part of my style to add some colored roots to blonde characters (explains why Vittorino has black sideburns too lol) :) Susan will have a similar effect with different-colored roots:) If I keep the design idea hahahah

And Susan.....hmmmm...........

They most likely knew each other, if Gabriel was in the old friend group. But let’s find out in the future;)

Susan & Amalia asks;

She loves them! She probably does artsy things with Vittorino, and Accardi typically drives her around wherever since Juliek can’t drive.

Juliek’s wife was a model, and was also a graphic designer. And was in marketing once. She’s done a lot of different jobs, as she’s never satisfied with something long term.

 Vittorino/Juliek/Accardi asks;

HAHA oh anon(s).......... This dynamic was messy, that's for sure. Almost everyone fucked each other. But Chapter one was just a good starting point to get the basic idea of the trio friend group (Juliek, Accardi, and Vittorino.......and possibly Gabriel now too?), how they interact, feel about each other on a surface level, and Accardi moving on from Juliek to chase his interest in Ryker.

We will get to see a lot more with Juliek and Accardi’s past relationship, Juliek and who exactly his wife is, and their relationship, Vittorino’s factor with everything, etc. I’m glad you liked them so much! I love them so much:,D

He might. I wonder if it fucks up the high or not then, lol.   

No clue actually. I had no real vision for it when I made that dialogue.

Vittorino’s specialty is abstract art, so, maybe Accardi commissioned some floral abstract works? Something to put in his house and just admire. Who knows.... Too bad he can’t finish it now because he opened the damn Bible :)

Everyone’s hair is 100% natural! We live by anime rules in this universe.

I like to think Juliek’s wife, Susan, dyes her hair often just for aesthetic reasons though.

Vittorino fox hat🦊

What makes you ask that anon?

Well 😏 We know Accardi said his favorite was long pork.

Ryker likes sweet foods, and really likes yogurt cake and crepes.

Leon; Savory soups:) But probably hates that he sounds like an old man saying that, so he probably says its actually elk burgers.

Juliek; Probably something really fancy. Something that he can pair with a good glass of wine.... maybe something like a sausage pasta?

Susan;  Kare Pan (Japanese Curry Bread)

Vittorino; Quail meat

Gabriel; His mom's homemade pizza:) She makes it with prosciutto :,D

Dakota & Wankou; BBQ ribs and seafood! I don’t know much about seafood so uhhhh just guess for that one sorry lol.

1. Everyone’s a switch. Including him.

2. He probably only bottomed for two people in his whole life; Gabriel and ermmmmmmmmmmm. Well. Can’t say it’s spoilers :P

He would! But nooooooo idea how anyone would be able to pull it off. I’ve definitely thought of making his mask(face?) before, just for fun, but I have no experience in such things.

Possible Spoilers Regarding Leon;

Hi anon! I scanned through the pictures in the beginning of the game, and, I could not find any images of Leon with purple-colored eyes? If you can find one and send me the title or description of it, that would be appreciated as I can’t find it myself! Sorry! Leon’s eyes hold a lot of thematic and imagery importance, so, if Leon randomly has purple eyes I might need to fix that, hahahah. But his eyes should just be yellow/orange/gold (within that spectrum).

Although, Leon’s eye color was up for debate towards the ending (depending on what items you had collected). So who knows what truth Leon and Dante are hiding from Ryker ;)

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[kechiwrites]

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toxic baby daddy!ghost x reader

part 7/8

synopsis: two weeks into your uneasy truce, simon gets introspective.

wc: 811

cw: afab!reader, angst, banter that becomes arguing, hurt and the tiniest bit of comfort, language, trust issues, simon's pov, no gendered language. no use of y/n ever.

author’s note: well, we back at it, the second last installment of this verse. i'll still take requests/thots for it of course, but soon we'll get closure for these two. for now, simon's thoughts on their situation.

new to baby blue? start here.

It’s disarming. 

And Simon Riley doesn’t like being disarmed. He doesn’t like being caught off guard, off kilter, unstable. 

It’s been happening more and more often though.

When you and Tommy look at him in perfect unison, he is struck stupid by your eyes, like you copy and pasted them onto your son. His son. His kid. His perfect, funny kid. Unmuddied by everything bad in the world. His life is pancakes and dinosaurs and that horrible fucking tv show that he’s sure rots his little mind. His life is you. Your smiles, your laugh, your cooking, your hugs. Things Simon cheated himself of when he walked out on you, choked with fear and bleeding misery.

Simon is disarmed, totally fucking helpless, a veritable babe in the woods when you let him hold you. When for the first time, in a long ass time, he gets to watch your lids flutter closed and slip into unconsciousness, in that quick, carefree way he’s always envied. 

He barely sleeps, even less so lately. 

After all, no sleeping meant no nightmares. No cloying, choking smoke-like fears reaching for the frayed edges of his subconscious. No sleeping meant he couldn’t play on your kindness, your goodness, and guilt you into holding him back when he woke up screaming, sweating, no matter how bad he wanted it.

It’s two weeks later. Two weeks after sleeping together but not sleeping together. After breakfast and an uneasy truce. Two weeks after kissing you and touching you and holding you like you both had all the time in the world. 

You’re not in a good mood. And he knows that. But he pushes you anyway, pokes and prods you even as you slam through your kitchen, noisily pulling out a pot and a huge bag of pasta shells.

“Let’s talk.” He approaches, arms crossed, full kit traded in for a skull emblazoned cloth mask, jeans and a threadbare black t-shirt, one he’d found in your bedroom days ago, stashed in the back your drawer, crumpled in a wrinkled ball, like you didn’t want to see it, but you didn’t want to trash it either. He’s been doing that lately, staying over for days and rifling through your shit, finding old relics and artifacts from a time neither of you can let go of. An old mask, a hat, t-shirts.

So many goddamn t-shirts.

“Talk?” you snort derisively, filling the pot with water. He watches you test the water with your fingertips and curse under your breath, mumbling something about shit pipes. When the pot is full, you turn to face him, lips curled, sneering. “I wasn’t aware you were capable of that. Thought you just communicated in grunts.”

“You’re funny. That's new.” He jabs, advancing in the conversation much faster than he should have, comforted in familiar territory, finding solace in what used to be commonplace for you, banter, barbs, teasing. The tense set of your shoulders should’ve warned him off it, should’ve told him you’d take it as well as a bullet in the back. But God help him, he’ll take whatever you give.

“Mm.” Your tone is casual but your answering nod is jerky, too fast, “Yeah, I developed a sense of humour when I realized our relationship had been a joke.” You slam the pot onto a burner, giving him your back. 

The air is suddenly devoid of mirth, utterly obliterated where it had been floating between you before. Now the living room and kitchen are a smoking crater, an oil rig on fire, a disaster site. 

He’s never been more grateful for his son’s propensity to nap like he’s dead.

Neither of you say anything. Simon is waiting for you to say something, to dress him down, but when you lower your head and sigh, heavy and deep with pain and exhaustion he planted within you, Simon withers. He slinks back to the living room and drops himself onto your couch. 

You wait, he’s not sure what for. He used to be so good at preempting your actions, your thoughts, your words, now he handles you like you’re a venomous reptile, looking for exposed, vulnerable flesh to strike, to bite.

You set down the glass you’d been drinking from hard. And he’s surprised you didn’t crack it.

“What do you want, Simon?” Question of the goddamn century, it is. And you’ve asked it of him plenty of times. But he never has an answer, can never really deduce just what the fuck he’s doing here, with you. With Tommy. Playing a game? Playing a role? Punishing you? Himself? All of it could be true, but none of it seems right. 

“I want to try.”

All he knows is that before this, four years seemed like a short time, nothing really. But now?

It’s an eternity. Reflected back to him in broken glass, in half full drawers, in his son’s eyes. 

In yours.

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[softtdaisy]

mick + "you slept like a baby. it was kind of cute."

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Words: 811

A/n: here comes my baby Mick. I’m soooo happy to finally write for him, I hope I did him justice 🥺

First, you heard some game noises. The one from your boyfriend’s favorite video game.

Then you heard some complaints in German. Needless to say there was only man you know that could be saying them.

You open one eye, trying to adjust to the sun shining in the room, then the other. You were still sleepy and your glance was a little blurry. But it didn’t take you long to recognize and remember where you are. The TV showing the video game you just heard, the poster of an old f1 gp on the wall, one his father won obviously, the shelf with all the trophies and all Angie’s stuff in the corner of the room. Yeah, no doubt. You were at your boyfriend’s place.

Your head was on his lap so when you turned around, you saw his beautiful and serious face. You loved how his blue eyes seemed bigger when he focused on winning his game. Or he was biting his lips without even noticing it when it got harder. The sun was shining on his face and it was like a beautiful painting. Yes, Mick was definitely an angel, as if you needed confirmation;

His face softened suddenly and a smile appeared on his lips. “Good morning, Mein Liebling” he said with a low voice, knowing that you just woke up. One of his hands left the controller so he could brush your hair with so much tenderness. If you thought about sitting up, you clearly abandoned this idea. How could leave his lovely touch and body when it was the most comfortable and safest place you know.

“You shouldn't have let me sleep” you yawned, which made him laugh. “We were supposed to spend the day together.” You felt guilty about falling asleep. Not you meant to. Mick came back yesterday from a two weeks trip with Mercedes. As usual, you had been studying a lot while he was gone. It was the advantage of being alone: except for when Mick texted you or called you to make sure you were taking a break, you could work as much as you want. The only problem was that you sacrificed most of your nights to do that. So when you stopped, all the tiredness hit you. 

The music stopped playing. You turned your head slightly to see that Mick put the game on pause. And before you could ask anything, his second hand meet your face to make you face him again. Then it was his soft lips that met yours for a lovely and tender kiss. You felt his blond hair brushing your forehead. “You needed some sleep.” he spoke against your lips. “So I let you sleep.”

That was pure Mick. He always put the others first. Not that he considered letting you take a nap a sacrifice. Especially considering he was home for two weeks and he had planned many things with you. But if you told him that you wanted to travel with him during his break, he would cancel all his plans and go with you. He would do anything for you, from doing the craziest thing to watch you sleep peacefully.

Mick sat up straight and helped you cuddle against him. "Plus you slept like a baby.” He laughed, still brushing your hair. You hit him in the chest, which, of course, made him laugh even harder. “It was kind of cute!" 

“You watched me sleep, Schumi?”

“Do I have to remind you that you didn’t fall asleep on my lap?” you frowned. You didn’t? You questioned Mick with a confused look and he answered by shaking his head. “I promise you didn’t. You were lying next to me, reading your book. I took it away when I saw you sleeping. I don’t know if it’s the movement or if you just remembered that I was more comfortable than your favorite pillow, but you ended up here.” 

It wasn’t a surprise. Anytime you were sleeping together, either you or Mick would find its way to the other. Even when you didn’t feel asleep in each other’s arms, you would always wake up with Mick’s body pressed against yours, his arms around you and, sometimes, his lips on your hair like he wanted to give you some love even while asleep. Anytime it happened, you saw it as a reminder that Mick was your soulmate.

Now that you were well awake, you didn’t plan on spending the rest of your day doing nothing. So you took the controller on the bed and gave your boyfriend a challenging look. “I heard you had some troubles, wanna fight?”

“You heard?” he answered, confused, but still looking for the second controller beside the bed.

“Well, you watch me sleep, I listen to you playing. It was kind of cute!” you added, trying to sound like him.  

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[thelovelylolly]

Hey! Love your billy fics I have so many ideas but for now I'll go off the valentines prompt list! Can I get a billy x reader with the prompts 24. "I don’t like them, I like you." and 25."it's always been you."

Make A Move

Summary: Billy only has eyes for you Warnings: like a smidge of self doubt, reader is described as shorter than Billy, teenagers partying and a lil mention of alcohol, not proofread bc im super busy srry Word Count: 811 Notes: thank u so much for this request, I’m so happy u enjoy my Billy fics <3 sorry I didn’t get this out super fast, my power went out so I didn’t get the chance to write as much as I wanted to <3

You weren't much of a party goer, but if Billy went, so did you. You two were good friends and you may have developed some feelings for him. Usually, you would keep to yourself at parties, picking a corner to stand in with a drink in hand. But with Billy? You were by his side, smiling and laughing with everyone else.

One of Billy's buddies was throwing a party and you tagged along with him. You didn't mind being an observer as Billy moved from group to group, talking and laughing. You were just happy to be with Billy, even if you just stayed by his side and let him do the talking.

Your drink was running low, so you tugged on Billy's sleeve and he leaned his head closer in order to hear you over all the noise.

"'M going to get another drink. You want anything?" You asked.

"I'm good, thanks, babe," he replied before jumping right back into his conversation.

That was another thing. He called you things like 'babe' or 'sweetheart', blurring the lines between friends and more. You couldn't tell if he had feelings like you, or if he was just comfortable as friends.

You gave the group a quick smile before turning and going towards to the kitchen. You slipped your way through the crowd of half-drunk teenagers. You found the kitchen and quickly refilled your cup with your drink of choice, careful not to bump into the random couple who totally weren't making out.

You left the kitchen to go back to Billy, taking a refreshing sip of your drink. You could spot him through the crowd, those golden curls and blue eyes being hard to miss. But you nearly dropped your cup when you saw a girl pulling at his jacket while he smiled down at her.

Were you jealous? Maybe, but you weren't going to admit it to yourself in that moment. You caught Billy's eye from across the room and his smile dropped. You watched as he pushed the girl away but you were making your way to the door before he could try to get to you.

You knew Billy was a flirt, you had watched a bunch of girls try to win him over, so why were you so upset at this? Because you love him, you thought before quickly pushing it away. You made your way out into the yard, the cool night air more refreshing then the crowded indoors. You tossed your cup into a bush, the drink splashing onto the ground.

You heard Billy's boots hitting the concrete as he raced to catch up with you.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asked, grabbing your arm to stop you.

"I'm going home," you answered, trying to pull yourself away from him but he wouldn't let you go.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

"Nothing's wrong!" You yelled, spinning around to face him. "Now, go back to the party. I don't want to keep you from all the girls in there."

Billy stared at you for a second, then smiled. "What?" He asked, almost laughing.

"I saw that girl in there, and I've seen girls trying to get with you," you answered. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, sweetheart. I don't like them, I like you. It's always been you," he said, stepping closer and slowly closely the space between you two.

"You...what?" You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

"I like you, hell, I may love you at this point," he replied, matching your volume as he tilted your face up with his fingers. "I was waiting for you to make a move."

You smiled, your face heating from his touch, words and gaze. "I was waiting for you to make a move."

You saw his eyes fall to your lips and before you could fully process it, his lips were on yours. It took a second, but you quickly melted and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He moved the hand that tilted your chin up to your cheek, cupping it while his other hand fell to your waist. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears rather than the loud music from inside.

For those few moments, it was just you and Billy.

Then, he pulled away and you were pulled back into reality. Both of his hands cupped your cheeks as he pressed his forehead to yours. You covered his hands with yours as you smiled at him, a smile which he returned.

"Is that enough of a move for you?" He asked.

You giggled. "I may need one more kiss, just to be sure."

Billy started to pepper your face in quick kisses, causing your giggles to erupt into laughter.

And just like that, it was just you and Billy again, and you wouldn't trade it for a stupid party.

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[gloomwitchwrites]

By the Belt (4 of 4)

John Price x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: married couple, oral sex (female receiving), mating press / missionary, unprotected piv (wrap it up in irl), creampie, breeding undertones

Word Count: 811

A/N: Part of the Imagines & What If Series

Price finds it cute that you think you’re in charge.

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“That’s cute, love.”

“What?” you ask, all pretend innocence.

John leans in and lowers his voice. “That you think you’re in charge.”

With a fluidity that seems impossible for a man like him, John grabs your wrists and removes your hands from the belt loops of his pants. He’s a little rough with it, but it’s a show of dominance. He says he’s in charge, but John will always show you with his actions along with his words.

In one quick tug, you’re spun around, pulled flush against him, your back pressing into his muscled chest. Taking you with him, John sits on the edge of the bed. With you straddling his lap, facing away from him and toward the large bedroom mirror, John runs his hands up your thighs and to your knees. As he slides back down your thighs, his fingers dig in and drag.

Squeezing. Caressing. Each touch becoming hardened with a tempting tease of his strength. John is always careful not to hurt you, even when you ask for some of his roughness. It’s when you push—when you awaken him—that Price isn’t going to let you forget your actions so easily.

He makes another pass of his hands over your bare skin before gripping your thighs, lightly spanking the right one near the curve of your ass.

“I think you need a little reminder, love,” murmurs John, his head turning into you, the line of his nose brushing over your cheek as his lips lightly caresses your skin.

“John,” you groan as his mouth comes down on your neck to nip and bite and suck. His name on your lips is an answer. It is a yes as much as it’s you begging for him.

Your pussy clenches briefly with the anticipation, and John squeezes your thighs again. He briefly sucks, then lightly tugs on a bit of skin with his teeth, releasing you from the pleasure-pain rippling from the spot where his mouth occupies down to the space between your thighs.

It happens in seconds.

John’s hands are on your thighs and then your waist. You’re on your back the next moment, pinned beneath John as he claims your mouth. Between your legs, your thin cotton underwear is clenched in his fist. With a sharp tug, he rips it from your body, the torn fabric tossed off to the side, immediately forgotten by the both of you.

When you’re home, you love wearing John’s clothes. The shirts he wears while he’s in the garage or in the yard are you favorite. You’re wearing one now, and John easily removes that from you like he did your underwear.

He grabs and kisses, marking every part of your skin with his teeth and lips and tongue. He is claiming you. Marking his territory. Worshipping as much as he is reminding. You’re so turned on that by the time he sucks your clit into his mouth, your back is arching off the bed as your strained voice breaks, becoming a soundless cry.

That mouth of his roams upward, find your lips, and you taste yourself. John yanks the belt from the loops in his pants, and you’re reaching for him, helping him undo it enough to slide over his hips. You are aching—screaming. You need him inside you, to claim you there like he’s done with the rest of your body.

John answers this need, pressing your bent legs toward your chest, his natural weight creating resistance, trapping you beneath him.

There is no formality to it.

There is no hello.

He doesn’t wait.

John thrusts and thrusts, pounding his dominance into you and you further into the bed with each snap of his hips. Your fingers dig into his arms, seeking something solid. There is no escape and it’s not like you’d want to run anyway.

His head dips, your foreheads touching, noses brushing.

The bedframe creaks. The décor on the wall shakes each time the mattress knocks into the wall.

John’s pelvis is pressed up perfectly to your clit, and every strike stimulates it until your body seizes, squeezing him to hold him inside. But John continues, fucking you through your orgasm, praise falling from his lips.

“My gorgeous wife.”

“Perfect.”

“Made for me.”

It only lengthens and strengthens the euphoric feeling. You are light and floating and yet entirely buzzing like an electrical storm. You cling to him, taking it, knowing you’ll feel him tomorrow and perhaps the next but loving it all the same.

John groans, grinds forward, and a new warmth blooms where your bodies meet. Even then, he keeps thrusting like he needs to fuck every drop into you. Reaching down, you press on his lower back, indicating that you want him to stay.

John lingers, the two of you pressed together, only slipping from your body once he’s softened.

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[sanjoongie]

Wet

𐂂Pairing: White Tiger! Hybrid Reader (f) x Spotted Deer! Hybrid San 𐂂Au: Hybrid au 𐂂Trope: best friends to lovers 𐂂Genre: smut, pwp 𐂂Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact! 𐂂Summary: one day you pick up your best friend after a long day of work and can't help but smell his arousal. then you pounce 𐂂Word Count: 1 811 𐂂Warnings: hand job, oral (m), praise kink (m), dom! Reader, sub! San, cum eating 𐂂Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland for being hardworking beta readers. @starlitmark because you gotta tag the hybrid queen when you write one 𐂂divider credit to @cafekitsune

San opened the passenger’s side door and climbed into your car. He smelled like cotton candy and whiskey, which was exactly like the strip club that he bartended for smelled like. “Hey,” San murmured tiredly.

“Hi Sannie!” You greet him in the driver’s seat. You always picked him up after his late Saturday night shift, insisting that he should never have to worry about anything after. “How was work?”

“Fine,” San rubbed a hand over his face, “I’m starving.”

“Oh!” You unbuckle your seatbelt and get on your knees to reach into the backseat. “I brought you a yummy salad, let me grab it.”

San watched with large eyes as your tail perked up at your excitement. Your tail raised the skirt you were wearing and bared the back of your thighs for his viewing pleasure. He watched at how the body glitter that you dusted over yourself all the damn time glimmered in the late-night light. What would it feel like to fuck his dick between those thighs? Would his dick get covered with glitter too? San shook his head to clear it. What the fuck was he doing? You were his best friend. This wasn’t right.

You sat down, breathless and happy. Your nostrils flared and then you dropped open your mouth, so the smells could hit the roof of your mouth. You closed your mouth and narrowed your eyes at San. “What's wrong?”

San’s eyes widened momentarily before he looked out the window. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Did you get a lap dance from one of those dirty bunnies?” You snarled, eyes scanning the front door for the mentioned strippers. You leaned across the car, placing a hand on his thigh. When San’s muscle contracted instinctively upon your touch, your nails dug into the sensitive flesh there, and he yelped softly.

San’s spotted deer ears rotated anxiously. “I didn't! I pinky swore I wouldn't, remember?”

Your head turned sharply and San sucked in his breath. He'd never been more aware that you were a predator animal and he was prey than in this moment, with your slitted eyes sharp and on him. “That's right. For your own good too. I know some panthers who have caught some itchy bugs from those dumb bunnies. I won't let that happen to you, Hart.” You bit down on your lower lip, staring at him fondly after saying your nickname for him. “But I would like you to answer my original question.”

“N-nothing is wrong!” San stuttered.

San squeaked when you grabbed his antlers firm with both hands, holding his head in place. They were velvety and hard under your skin. “I can smell how wet you are right now, San.”

San whimpered at your dirty words. “Even the back of your thighs are glittery,” he whispered in a slight pout.

“Oh.” You stare at him, blinking a few times. “Yeah. I was out earlier. Stalking night.”

“Oh.” San’s oh sounded desolate. “Did you get anyone good?”

“No.” You studied San’s face like it had all the answers. “Why does it matter that my legs have glitter?”

San’s face began to redden. He sputtered through his sentence. “You get it all over me and I can never get them off of me, you know how much I hate that!”

You half-smiled. “Why are you getting so worked up?”

“Because everyone always asks if it's from my girlfriend and I have to tell them no, I don't have a leggy doe waiting for me--” San gasped as your nails dug into his scalp, at the base of his antlers. 

You smiled regretfully and removed your hands, gently rearranging San’s hair. “I'm sorry.”

San suddenly wished he hadn't snapped at you. Your presence was missed immediately. “No--I--don't mean--you just!!”

You sit properly and re-belt yourself into your seat. “I should get you home.”

The ride is so silent, it's painful. You turn on some music and San can't help but hum along to your music. He knew all your favorites, watched as you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel absentmindedly to the beat. He watched the street lights travel over the plane of your face as you took him home. He loved the quiet moments during the night like this, well usually, but tonight it wasn't comfortable.

You parked your car and sighed. “Special delivery,” You said half-heartedly and San’s heart contracted.

“Kitten…” Where could San even start?

“Nevermind I asked,” You said in a clipped tone, “I had no right.”

“I don't…” San couldn't falter, he had to keep going forward. “I don't want a leggy doe at home. By the way,” he said in a breathy voice.

You rubbed your lips together, eyes watching the neon light across the road run through its pattern. “No? Maybe a plump bunny, huh?”

“I want a lovable tiger who would stay up late just to drive me home and make sure I'm safe,” San corrected you.

You rolled your eyes. “Ridiculous.”

“What do you mean?!” San cried out immediately.

“Everyone knows predator and prey couples never work out,” You reply flatly.

“That's not true!” San protested. “Just because your kind used to dig your fangs into my kinds neck--”

Your sharp intake of breath in response went over San's head. “San!”

“--and used to eat our flesh!”

You licked your lips, eyes glancing down towards the smell you had long ago identified as San’s precum.

“Doesn't mean tigers and deer couldn't be together! Romantically!” San finished his rant.

“San?”

“I'm right and if you're too brainwashed I can say it again!” San insisted.

“San!”

“What?!” San yelled back at you.

“Can I suck you off?”

San almost melted into the seat right then and there. “Wh-what?”

“I dunno what you were doing earlier but I can smell your arousal. I can tell you’re turned on. I want to pop your cock in my mouth and--” A low growl emitted from the back of your throat. “Fuck, the things you do to me Choi San.”

“Me?!” San’s eyebrows furrow in frustration? You’re the one that insists on wearing short skirts and don’t bother with the tail slot! You know how many times I’ve seen your underwear because of that damn tricky tail of yours?!”

A slow smile began to bloom on your face. “You like when my tail raises my skirt?”

San swallowed hard, his pulse speeding up. He knew that face. “Yes. No. What are you doing?”

You got on your hands and knees and turned towards San. Your knees were still on your seat and your hands were on the center console. Your ass raised up behind you and your tail lifted out of the way--essentially causing your skirt to fall up your back and expose your ass and underwear. “Let me suck your cute little dick, San,” You purred.

“I-it’s not cute!” San protested, the pout back again, “Don’t say that!”

Your nails dug into the center console, kneading and adding marks. “Let me find out then. Prove me wrong.”

San’s lips pressed together. His eyes flitted about. It was so early in the morning that the rest of the world was still asleep but that didn’t dismiss the fact that the two of you were parked on the side of the street and anyone could see you two. His tail fluttered nervously between the small of his back and the seat. Fuck.

“Fine. Yes. But my place is right there! Kitten!”

You ignored San’s protests as soon as he gave you the green light to suck him off. Your nails made quick work of his pants and soon you were pulling down his leather pants and underwear to reveal his cock. It was only a semi-chubby but it was cute. You cooed at it for a moment before pinching it between your fingers, playing with the head to get San harder. You licked your lips in anticipation of having him in your mouth. He was going to taste so good with his vegetarian diet. Prey lovers were so delicious.

San’s whimper caught in the back of his throat and his back arched into your touch. You were teasing him and tears beaded at the corner of his eyes immediately. “D-don’t,” he whimpered.

You stopped, his dick between your still fingers and you cocked your eyebrow. “Don’t?”

San’s pout deepened. “Don’t tease me.” When your features didn’t smooth out, he uttered a “please” to his previous statement.

You giggled and San’s dick twitched. “You’re cute, Sannie.”

“I’m not cute!” San objected.

“So fucking cute,” You murmured to yourself and dipped your head down even lower to take him in your mouth finally. 

For a fucking deer hybrid, San sure was thick. You didn’t struggle getting him into your mouth, his length wasn’t something to scream about but the girth! He was thick and it somehow matched him perfectly. You bobbed up and down on him and San let out another delectable noise, desperate and needy. 

Your mouth was so wet and hot around him, your tongue swirling around his head, already sensitive from when you played with him. He wasn’t going to last long, not with the way you were sucking him off. “Wait-wait! I’m gonna--not so rough!” San swallowed loudly again, barely containing a groan escaping his lips.

You didn’t listen to a word he said, determined to get him to squirt into your mouth. You wanted him sated and vulnerable. Everything in your predator body said that this was the way. You worked your lips up and down his mouth, rough tongue playing with the slit of his cock and soon San’s hands were on the top of your head, holding you down as he came in your mouth. You swallowed greedily, his sperm tasting wonderfully of the fruits he consumed regularly. It was worth it all. 

You lifted off of him, wiping some cum that had attempted to escape the corners of your lips, and drank in the sight of San post-orgasm. He was panting, his pink lips barely parted to allow for the air to move between them. His eyes were hooded and he was whimpering. 

You leaned over and kissed him, tangling your tongue with his so that he could taste himself. It gave you some perverse pleasure when he made a noise of protest but soon allowed himself to be lulled into the kiss. While he was distracted, you unbuttoned his vest a fraction and rubbed your hand along his upper body. 

San was going to be pissed when he found the glitter later but you’d let your future self deal with the repercussions. He didn’t know you wore the glitter to effectively mark him, warning everyone else off of him until you could get him to a good place mentally to capture him. It was cute that he thought he was talking you into being with him.

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 13 - Street

@jegulus-microfic February 13 Word count 811

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The green flames died behind Voldemort, leaving behind the weak flickering fire in the grate. 

Without asking, Voldemort grabbed Regulus’s chin in his cold, harsh hand and drove into his head. It was like being stabbed in the brain. Legimency could be painless. It was up to the caster whether or not it hurt, and Voldemort always ensured it hurt. Regulus winced and tried as hard as possible to keep his composure as the memories from the last few weeks crashed behind his eyes. 

Voldemort lingered on his torture, slowing the tirade to watch each cut and forceful curse. 

Regulus fell to his knees. Somehow, he wasn’t sure how he managed it, but he kept the memories of James and his brother locked away where Voldemort couldn’t find them. 

After a final particularly painful spike into his memories, showing Remus helping him to escape, Voldemort relinquished his hold on Regulus and stood as though nothing had happened. 

“Ah, so the young wolf wants to join us, does he? I shall send Fenrir to collect him as soon as possible.”

The flames glowed green again, and multiple people invaded Regulus’s home. Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan, Lucius, and, to his horror, Barty and Evan crowded around him. 

“Ah, back where you belong, cousin?” Bellatrix cooed in her harsh, rasping voice. He tried not to flinch as she ruffled his hair. 

“Bloody hell, Reg. What did they do to your face?” Evan looked over his bruised and swollen face with horror. Remus had done an excellent job. 

“Don’t know what you’re on about Rosier. I’ve never seen him look so good.” Barty cackled as he shot out a finger and poked one of the dark bruises on Regulus’s face.

Regulus pulled his wand from its holster on his arm and shot hot red sparks at Barty’s feet, causing him to jump up and down indigently across the Persian rug to avoid being burnt. 

“Hey! What the fuck Reg?! That was uncalled for!” 

“Don’t touch me then,” Regulus said in a bored voice as he twirled his wand back up his sleeve.

“Enough!” Voldemort hissed. The room fell into total silence, all attention on the pale wizard who commanded the room. 

“It is happening today, Regulus, now,” An excited murmur passed between the death eaters in the room. 

“What’s happening?” He asked. He could only think of one thing that required this many of the inner circle to be in his drawing room. 

“We attack the Ministry in one hour.” Bellatrix interrupted excitedly, clapping her hands and grinning maniacally.

“Bella,” Voldemort said quietly, Bellatrix immediately composed herself. 

“Make yourself presentable, Regulus, and we shall make our way to the Ministry.” Regulus looked down at the ruined, tattered robes he’d put back on this morning and nodded, leaving the group as he went to change. 

He carefully locked his bedroom door, and cast a silencing charm on the room. He pulled out the tiny mirror that had been Sirius’s and called into it.

“James? James, you there?” He didn’t get an immediate answer, so he removed his ragged robes. 

“Regulus?” James’s voice came back. Regulus picked up the mirror. 

“I don’t have much time.” He whispered to James’s reflection. “We’re going to the Ministry now. He said within the hour.” He summoned fresh clothes and began pulling them on as he spoke. 

“Thank you, love. I’ll alert the order. And Reg—” James paused until Regulus had finished dressing. “Be careful, yeah. Don’t die.” Regulus smiled into the mirror. 

“I’ll do my best.” Then James’s image was gone, and his own battered reflection showed in the mirror. 

He put the mirror in a secret pocket in his clean robes, and after taking a steadying breath and forcing his face into a neutral expression, he headed back downstairs. 

“You took your time,” Lucius was waiting for him. 

“Hardly,” He scoffed. Lucius raised his wand, and Regulus held his breath. Lucius muttered a charm, a light blue glow pulsed out of his wand, and Regulus’s face didn’t feel sore anymore. He checked the hallway mirror, and his face had returned to its usual flawless porcelain. “Thanks,” He said as his fingers reached up to check the skin for himself. 

“You’re welcome,” Lucius said with a sickening smile spreading across his face. “Come now, we mustn’t keep the Dark Lord waiting, should we?” He waved his hand forward, inviting Regulus to enter the drawing room. 

“Ah, good,” Voldemort exclaimed when he opened the door. “The rest of our forces are already gathered. Let us join them.” Regulus followed the small party out of the front door and onto the street outside. He turned to look back at number 12 as it concealed itself, disappearing from view as he walked further away. 

Voldemort himself grabbed ahold of Regulus’s arm. His claw-like hands dug into Regulus’s flesh as they apparated to the Ministry.    

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[bamnamuu]

that’s how you get the girl - riki nishimura

01. you do you king !

| w.count 811 | warnings cursing, typos probably lmk if there's anything else | em’s note. i love this so very much and i’m happy i’m finally posting it | masterlist | next part |

Looking around the crowded cafeteria to find your best friend shouldn't be this difficult, Riki Nishimura is about 7 feet tall you could find him anywhere, just not right now apparently. You and Riki have a daily routine: you meet by the old music classroom at lunch that looks over the courtyard where most of the freshmen are greeted by the stern-faced principal yelling at them for being on the grass. Unfortunately, you stood by that room for 10 minutes waiting for him only to walk towards the high school cafeteria upset. It wasn’t uncommon for Riki to eat lunch with his other friends, but he would always tell you when he would. Finally spotting his upper-class friends you still don't see Riki until you feel a large figure behind you. ‘’ what are you doing?’’ he said with a smirk. ''Jesus Christ I was about to kick you in the shins!’’ you say squaring up at Riki. ''where were you?’’ you add to which he leaves your question unanswered he just simply looks at you confused ''Where was I?? Where were you?’’ he said putting to much emphasis on his 'I' , poor boy didn't know his teasing would only cause you to start biting him out ''Seriously Riki I waited for you by the music room for like 15 minutes!’’ you say bringing your hands up to count but he stops you before you can finish ''Ok fine I wasn’t at the music room…I was watching Rei’’ ''ew perv’’ you said teasing ''It's not like that I swear!’’ your tall friend said defensively ‘’Mr. Park made her carry a whole bunch of shit up to the top floor and I just wanted to make sure she didn’t fall’’ you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his statement ''you could have also helped her you know ?’’ you said which made Riki practically laugh ''and get in the crossfire of Mr. Park? Fuck no!’’

This wasn't a new thing for you to be the 'third wheel’ between Riki and Rei, he’s been head over heels in love with her since you guys started high school, and to act like it didn’t crush you to see him like her, you deserve an oscar. However your very good friend Riki was an absolute dud is an understatement, for three years he's talked to her at least 7 times, he was a lost cause until he asked you ''y/n do you think you can help me talk to her?’’ he said quiet enough for only you to hear ''WHAT!’’ you say spitting out your water. The two of you were walking back to the music room until you stopped walking just to stare up at him. ''You want me to what!?’’ you whisper-scream at him ''I said help me talk to Rei, you have way more experience in this field and i trust you’’ he said dragging out the word ‘way’ You kept staring at him not answering his question leading him to add to this already strange situation, ''please y/n i will never ask for anything else EVER AGAIN!’’ Riki said pleading ''Now that i don’t believe it, why do you want me to help you I don't know Rei?’’ you say hoping he’ll realize how strange this request is and drop it, but to your dismay, he continues ''yeah yeah you don't know rei but you're in the same science class as her.’’ ''you want me to stalk her? Do you want me to go up to her and ask her what her favorite element is?’’ you hear Riki let out a laugh. ''No but will you help me at least talk to her?’’ he said, his laugh dying down, ''You want me to help you get confidence? Ki, I'm not sure I can do that!’’ you said patting him on his shoulder only for him to shrug you off ''you know what I mean y/n please’’ he said turning to look you in the eyes, any thought that you have of getting out of this situation left your mind the second you saw his eyes, this is not going to end well and you knew it but you can’t say no to him ''fine’’ and with that, Riki did a victory dance and excitedly hugged you.

Lunch period ended and you headed to your class which just so happens to be science. You had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other fighting over which way you deal with this situation you could help your best friend be with the girl he’s been pining after for what feels like centuries, or you could use all of your and Riki’s savings and move to Ireland and leave Riki in his sad sad life without you. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket as you sat down.

Summary After being best friends with Riki Nishimura for what seems like your entire life, you two have a close bond one that many are jealous of. So when one day he asked you to help him talk to his long time crush, you couldn’t tell him no and risk the truth of your own feelings for him to spill. Could Riki be chasing after the wrong girl? Can you keep your secret hidden? Will Sunghoon ever get his hot chocolate?

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[du-buk]

I seem to recall something about Juliek being bi, but I can't find a post saying that. Can you confirm/deny? [Accardi too, if you don't mind!] If not, thank you anyway and have a lovely day!

No worries! Just in case, here's a confirmation on characters;

Ryker; non-binary and gay

Leon; Male. Sexuality is not canonized. Can be whatever the audience wants.

Dante; Male and nothing confirmed yet;)

Accardi; Male and gay

Juliek; Male and bi

Juliek’s Wife; Female and sexuality not canonized yet.

Vittorino; Male and bi

Gabriel; Male, but sexuality is not canonized either. Probably straight (or bi-curious for Vittorino loool.)

Dakota and Wankou; Married gay couple.

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#811 asks #811 answers #lgbt

[sunshinesdaydream]

Focal Point

Pairing: Hunter x GN!reader Rating: SFW Summary: You and Hunter each help the other through the fall out from sensory overwhelm. 🚨🚨🚨🚨NOTE: This is based on my own experience with Sensory Processing Disorder. Particularly the "Powering through" a day of overwhelm to crash later at home. Also guest staring negative self talk gremlins. ⚠️Warnings: Negative self talk, sensory overload fall out. Word Count :811 Dividers By: @ve-ti-ver Fluff & Reblog Banners/Dividers by:@sunshinesdaydream (me)

Thud, thud, thud, the regular rhythm and pressure of hitting the wall of the closet with your back and shoulders is somewhat soothing.  Sitting under the hanging clothes, knees pulled to your chest.  Wearing Hunter’s sweatshirt with the hood pulled up in the dark closed closet.  

The chiming of the front door sounding made you jump almost violently.  Tears made their appearance, streaking down your face. The thought of his comfort is suddenly embarrassing.  Thud, thud, thud, you immediately went back to your rocking. 

He waited until he was at the door to the bedroom before he called quietly, in his low tone, “Cyare,” you know it’s just to not startle you more. You know he knew the second he walked through the front door.  The tears flowed faster, punctuated by a soft sob. No light entered the closet when he slowly stepped in. He had turned off the bedroom light. 

He knelt on the floor next to you.  “Cyare, what do you need?” He asked gently. 

You begin to cry harder, your mind racing.  You with normal senses but the broken way your brain dealt with them. Broken, overwhelming. At least he had immensely enhanced senses to account for his overwhelm.  You couldn’t conceive of what it would be like to have those kinds of senses, other than a hellscape.  

“Do you need me to go?” He kept his tone level, trying not to inflect his desire one way or another. 

Your heart clenched. While your cursed mind wondered why he dealt with you because of this, you reached out for his hand. Solid and warm, a stable point in what felt like a constantly vibrating world. 

Hunter eased closer, his voice low and in your ear, “Mesh’la, I’m here,” calm, sure. “Come back to me, ner riddur, push all of the ugly voices away,” 

As soon as you leaned towards his voice his other hand came up to be a firm but gentle presence on your cheek. You shivered from its grounding presence.  

Slowly shifting he cradled your face in both hands with a firm, reassuring pressure. Then pressed his forehead to yours. 

“Cyare, just like you helped me the other day. Don’t let your mind make you doubt. I’m here for you,” he said quietly.  “I will help you with this battle as you do with mine,” 

Your breath became steadier, your heart rate slowed, the tears stopped flowing. You focused on him. You cling to the memory of helping him to ward off the negative thoughts. 

“Mmmkay,” you finally mumble. And he presses a firm kiss to your forehead. Another shaky inhale that feels like fresh air in your lungs. 

“Are you with me now?” He asks after several long and even breaths. 

“Yes,”. You answer. He kisses your forehead again and then moves to sit next to you and you lean against him with his arm wrapped tight around you. 

After many long minutes like that you feel more together, less like you are going to shake apart. You move enough to kiss his cheek. 

“Thank you,” you say. 

“Anything for you, cyare.  Feeling better?” He asks, you can hear the smile in his voice. 

“Mostly,” you snuggle into his side.  It would be a long night yet, but with his support it would be somewhat easier.  

The week before-

You walk in the front door with a basket of produce and notice immediately all power to the house was out. Setting the basket down you walk as quietly as possible to the bedroom. 

“Hunter,” you whisper at the door to the room before making your way to the closet. Tech and Wrecker had soundproofed the closet to the best of their abilities, it really could only do so much for Hunter.  

You ease into the closet and find him sitting, curled in on himself. You settle on the floor next to him.  After a moment you extend your hand palm up next to him and say softly, “I’m here, if you need me love,”

Quicker than you could process he had pulled you towards himself. You found yourself straddling his lap, hugged close to his body, and his face buried in your neck. 

“Don’t leave,” his voice is muffled against you. “I need you”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you answer, wrapping both arms around him and squeezing in as tight of a hug you can manage. “Don’t listen to that stuff you are telling yourself.  I am here because I want to be. I love you. I need you too,” You shift to stroking his hair with gentle but firm movements, knowing how light touches could make the overwhelm worse.  

Eventually the two of you would make your way out to the rest of the house and have a quiet night. But for now you are content to be held by him and comfort him.  

❤️Love&Wrecker Hugs❤️

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[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

It’s me, your favorite prompts blog!

I know you’ve written depression before. Can I have a short story where Peter is struggling with high-functioning depression? On the outside everything looks normal. On the inside, he feels like crap.

And Tony notices Peter’s not himself anymore

Mini Fic #4 for this round is here! (and prompts are still open! If you have something you would like to see me write in less than 1k, send me an ask! Anon or otherwise) This hurt/comfort prompt was tricky to squeeze into so few words, but I managed it! Thanks for sending in the idea @itsmechara426!

Not Alone 811 Words

Peter wasn’t sure when it had happened. But at some point he’d realized his days were nothing more than an elaborate performance. The banter, the jokes, even the pop culture references were all meticulously crafted performances meant to shroud the weighty emotions that had settled so deeply within him. He carried them all around in the back of his head. Buried deeply behind the pleasant facade he’d grown so accustomed to. He didn’t want to burden anyone with what was surely a personal matter. Not his friends, not his aunt, and especially not Mr. Stark.

Mr. Stark was a busy man. He had responsibilities pouring in from every aspect of his life. Stark Industries needed his intellect, Pepper needed her partner, and the world needed Iron Man. Peter understood this and always made a point of not demanding too much Mr. Stark’s time. He didn’t ask about lab days or seek advice. There was no reason for him to be selfish. Mr. Stark didn’t owe him anything, least of all his time. So, despite his longing for a few additional hours spent in his mentor’s presence. He kept his mouth clamped up tight.

Peter sighed, taking a seat at the edge of an abandoned building to take in the view. Mr. Stark’s number popped up on his HUD. He considered ignoring it, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good. If Mr. Stark wanted to talk to him, then Mr. Stark would talk to him.

As expected, the call was pushed through after three rings. “Hey, Kiddo. I’ve got some time this afternoon. Want to stop by and fine-tune that new web-fluid you’ve been messing with?”

“Uh, Yeah, Mr. Stark,” Peter said, plastering a fake smile across his face. “That sounds awesome.”

A look crossed Mr. Stark face. But it was so fleeting that Peter didn’t have a chance to decipher it. If he were to guess, he’d say it was concern. But that didn’t make any sense. Despite the misery swirling in his chest, he was acting out an expected enthusiasm with the practiced ease of a habitual liar. He batted the suspicion away, writing it off as a mild case of paranoia.

As he entered the lab, he made sure to add a skip to his step. He offered an exuberant greeting, bolted across the room and began pulling chemical components out of the cabinet without having to be asked.

Mr. Stark joined him at the workbench, reviewed the formula and provided a few suggestions. Peter nodded along and started mixing. It felt like a typical lab day until Mr. Stark casually shifted the subject miles way from chemical bonding.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”

Peter blinked, doing his best to remain upbeat and neutral. “Of course.”

“I mean about more than just science,” Mr. Stark said. He sounded frustrated but his face and tone relayed nothing but gentle concern. “I can tell you’ve not been yourself recently, and I’d really like to know what’s going on.”

“I- It’s nothing, Mr. Stark.” Peter swallowed, struggling to determine an answer that suited his act “Just- Personal stuff.”

To Peter’s relief, Mr. Stark didn’t press. He placed a gentle hand on the back of his neck and gave it a comforting squeeze. “Well, if you ever decide you do want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”

Hesitantly, Peter considered the offer. He waffled greatly between not wanting to be a nuisance and a surprising desire to open up to Mr. Stark. Although he struggled to see how it would help. Negativity had a tendency to be contagious, and he didn’t want to be the contaminant. He glanced up, his wary eyes meeting Mr. Stark’s worried ones. He suddenly felt compelled to say something. Anything to ease the building tension.

“Honestly, I don’t know what’s going on. Not really. Sometimes I just- I feel like I’m drowning,” he tentatively explained. It already felt like too much. He snapped his mouth shut and mumbled. .”The last thing I want to do is to drag you down with me.”

Mr. Stark’s expression softened. “You wouldn't be dragging me anywhere, Buddy. I’m ready to jump in willingly, life raft in hand.” He smiled sadly. “You don’t have to go through this alone, Buddy. I’m here for you.”

Not feeling obligated to handle everything on his own sounded wonderful. He wanted to follow through, open his mouth and let all the words come tumbling out. But he managed to choke them back. He wasn’t certain he was prepared for that. Instead, he leaned into Mr. Stark, initiating a rare hug. ”Thanks, Mr. Stark,'' he murmured. “But I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it just yet.”

“That's fine, Bud.” Mr. Stark turned his head, kissing the side or Peter’s head in the process. “But when you are. I’m right here.”

#happyaspie mini fic #<- check out that tag #send an ask! #peter parker #tony stark #irondad and spiderson #spider-man #iron man #marvel #mcu #irondad #depression #tony stark is good with kids #peter parker gets a hug

[lieutenantfloyd]

Family Relations ; B.Bradshaw

Requested?: Yes

Words: 811

Summary: Bob’s sister is the newest bartender at The Hard Deck. Unbeknownst to most of the crew, most of all bob, she and Rooster started going out. What happens when Hangman loudly pieces everything together and Bob overhears?

note: This ended up being a bit different than the original request, but i hope its still ok. This is also my first time writing in 3rd person, so feedback is appreciated!

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Rooster sat at the piano, playing along with the song coming from the jukebox while she dried glasses behind the counter. The Hard Deck didn't open for another 3 hours, but Penny had tasked her with prep and opening, saying it was "time for her to take on more responsibility around here". Stacking the glasses behind the bar, a smile broke out on her face as Bradley got fully into his rendition of Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac.

Swaying her hips, she shook her head and laughed before joining Rooster in belting out the lyrics. Forgetting her tasks she made her way over to her pilot, tossing an arm around his shoulder she dropping into his lap. Not missing a beat, he placed a kiss to her cheek before raising his voice just above the music.

"Sing us home, Darlin'!"

The bar was in full swing. She and Penny were passing out drinks like they did most nights. Every so often she'd drop by the pool table Phoenix, Hangman, and the others were occupying, supplying them with fresh drinks and ignoring the flirty glances from Rooster.

Lingering at the table longer than usual, she chatted casually with the crewmen. As Rooster lined up his shot a comfortable silence fell amongst the table. Hangman, ever the opportunist, saw his opening to conduct a full examination on the bartender his rival was clearly eyeing.

She happily answered his questions, happy to talk about something other than what was happening at base. Slowly his questions got more and more personal. It wasn't until the question about her family came up that she hesitated. Her eyes flashed to Rooster who only shrugged. "It's a pretty boring story really. I tried to follow in my brother's footsteps and join the navy right out of high school, ended up flunking out of basic, so I followed bob out east, and now I'm here." She winced right as the answer passed her lips. Hopefully, no one noticed her little slip-up.

To outside eyes, she was nothing more than the stunning bartender Rooster was head over heels for. By some twist of the genetic lottery, she and bob didn't particularly favor each other in looks or personality. She was the confident, boisterous antithesis of bob's shy, sweet demeanor. The only thing the two shared was a last name and a nearly identical eyeglass prescription, though she opted for contacts over frames.  It just so happened that while rushing out of Roosters place this morning, she threw on her glasses saying she'd put her contacts in the bathroom at work. 6 hours and an unusually busy morning later, she still had on the thick plastic frames that brought out her family resemblance.

Jake, being a little too observant, leaned over, and looked intently at her features. He honestly was shocked he'd never noticed before. The jaw with a bit of softness, the crystal blue hue held within almond-shaped eyes, the blonde highlights scattered through her otherwise brunette hair.  Her face warmed up under Jake's gaze. Diverting her eyes over to Rooster she noted his wide-eyed expression letting on that he caught it too. Looks like the cat is out of the bag.

Jake pulled back, slamming his beer down on the table before doubling over in laughter. Several awkward moments later, Hangman stood up straight and wiped a dramatic tear from his eye. "You have GOT to be shitting me!" He exclaimed as everyone turned to him in confusion. regaining his composure, he picked his beer back up before addressing the small crowd. "If you guys didn’t know, our boy Rooster is shacking up with this beautiful lady" he declared, winking at her while taking a sip from his bottle "It just so happens that she’s also Bobby boy's sister!" He continued. Snickers were muffled and eyes were diverted as Bradley's expression turned unreadable.

Just then, someone cleared their throat uncomfortably. Turning, she noticed her brother standing very uncomfortably in the corner holding a pool cue.

She opened her mouth to speak but words failed her. Roosters head dropped between his shoulders while Hangman yelled something about a family reunion.

Quiet as ever Bob pushed his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose and padded over towards Rooster. The crowd parted, waiting with bated breath for Bob's reaction. As he approached Bradley stood up straight and met his gaze. Peering over his silver-framed lenses, he leaned closer to Rooster. "Whatever you do, just don't break her heart. Ok?" He said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'd never dream of it." He replied, not breaking eye contact. Bob patted his shoulder gently as he turned to his sister with sad eyes. "I just wish you would have told me..." he mumbled as quiet conversation broke out amongst the group.  She opened her mouth to speak but bob just shook his head before disappearing into the crowd.

#b.bradshaw #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster top gun #rooster #bradley bradshaw #top gun x reader #Bradley Bradshaw fic #top gun #top gun maverick

[prettytoxicrevolver]

In Case You Didn't Know | Punz

Requested? Not at all

Warnings? None just tension

Summary: Punz is scared to tell you he loves you for the first time

Word Count: 811 (criminally short tbh)

Punz clicks off his computer, leaning back in his rolly chair and looking around his desk. He decides to leave the mess till tomorrow, standing from his chair and making his way out of the room. 

He heads towards the kitchen, spotting your figure at the sink, slowly washing the dishes that have piled up. He sighs, leaning against the door frame and watching your movements. 

His heart lurches forward, reaching towards you and attempting to pull his body with it. His eyes trail your figure, lifting his gaze slow and steady to watch you perform the mindless task. 

It occurs to him at this moment how in love he is. How he could be content staring at you for the rest of his life. That if all the world ever gave him was a chance to look at you, to be in your presence, he’d accept it with a happy heart. 

He finally steps into the kitchen, slow movements until his arms are around your waist and his face is pressed into your neck. Until he’s whole again. 

“Hi honey,” your sweet voice greets and he smiles against your neck. He presses a soft kiss where his lips lay, another to the shell of your ear before answering. 

“Hey pretty girl,” he responds. 

His hands are warm around your waist, sending butterflies shooting up and down your body. Your heart warms as he nuzzles into your neck, one thought repeating over and over. I love you. I love you. I love you. 

“You almost done?” he asks quietly. 

You turn in his arms, wiping your hands before placing them on his chest. You memorize the way his heart beats underneath the fabric of his tie dye sweatshirt. Your eyes trailing over your fingers as they move from his chest to around his neck, threading tightly into his hair. 

Punz leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaning his forehead against yours. His hands trail from your waist to your cheeks, his fingers running delicately over the skin there. Your eyes flutter shut, knowing the soft embrace meant more than what he says but you needed to hear it. 

Punz tries to ignore the ache in his chest. The one that begs and pleads for his mouth to say what his brain is scared of. I love you. I love you. I love you. You’re everything to me. 

It scared him how much he loved you. How intensely he felt. How much he never wanted to lose you. And he struggled every single day with how to say it out loud. He wrote it all down and read it out and imagined the scenario over and over and over thought till the sun came up. 

His eyes trail your features before leaning down, your breaths mingling against each other before he can’t take it anymore and meets your lips. Your breath catches in your throat, a rush of emotion following it that only escapes through your movements. 

He lets go and you chase his lips for a moment until he fully pulls back. When you pout against him, he pecks your lips before stopping. You feel him take a deep breath, his eyes wandering up and down your figure before boring back into your eyes. 

His hands fall to your hips, gripping the sides of your shirt as he tries to control his desire. His eyes search yours and for a moment fear seizes you inexplicably. 

“In case you didn’t know,” he breathes out quietly. “I’m fucking crazy about you.” 

Your cheeks flush instantly, a warmth spreading through you and blooming explosively in your chest at the words. For a moment it feels like Punz can breathe easier with those words off his chest but he suddenly can’t get himself to stop. 

“And i'd be a liar if I said that I could live without you.” 

It’s like a pound of weight is lifted one by one as Punz speaks and the look in your eyes says it all. That you had been dying for words like this for ages. That Punz should have said this the moment it came into his head. 

“You’ve got all of me. You’re everything to me,” he continues. 

“Punz,” you try, scared that he’s unloading something first before the worst comes. 

“I love you,” he pushes through and your eyes flutter closed again. 

Punz's heart stops when the words leave his lips and you don’t say anything or move at all. He doesn’t regret it, he actually wants to say it again and again and again until he knows you feel it from head to toe. 

“Say it again,” you whisper looking up at him and into his eyes. 

He lifts a hand, running his fingertips over your cheeks and swipes them quietly across your lips. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

#punz drabble #punz imagine #punz x reader #punz fanfiction #mcyt fic

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

home

Summary: You had a billion questions, but no one to answer them.

Pairing: Adam Lawrence x fem. wife reader

Rating: G

Wordcount: 811

Warnings: spoilers for Netflix's Treason, Angst, lil fluff, fix it fic (I think that's what it's called), unedited, to not spoil the series no more warnings, if you want to know more drop me a message

A/N: If you wished Treason would have ended differently, I have just the thing for you.

do not read if you don't want to be spoiled for how the series ends

You were beyond exhausted. 

Not just physically, but above everything mentally.

The last twenty four hours had been absolute hell. 

And you hadn’t even tried to come to terms with the fact that your husband had been shot right in front of you. 

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. Adam was gone. You never thought about a world without him in it. There was no plan for this.

You’d never wake up next to him again. You would never see his smile, hear his voice, feel his lips against yours, his hand holding yours.

You had seen Ella and Callum on the bridge, waiting. Waiting for you. Waiting for their dad. 

How would you even be able to tell them that their father would never come back?

You were all they had left now. What would you do without him?

Could you do this without him? You had to. 

Where would you live? Where did you…

You had a billion questions and no one to ask them. 

Shaking your head you slowly made your way up the bridge. Nothing of this was important now. You would have time to grieve. You would need time to grieve. 

But right now you needed to be strong. Strong for the two children you loved like your own. Brushing your tears away you walked further, already seeing them waiting patiently. Ella saw you first, her head turning towards you. 

It was as if she knew, taking a step back to take her brother's hand as you came closer, tears already lingering in her eyes. 

Your heart broke again as you looked at them. You sucked your bottom lip in to stop your lips from trembling. You opened your arms for them and they ran to you, holding on to you as if you would disappear too if they didn’t keep you close. You allowed yourself to cry as you pulled them closer. You had to be there for them. 

You could fall apart later. 

It was when you opened your eyes that you saw him. 

You thought your mind was playing tricks on you, the lack of sleep and exhaustion finally getting to you, so you closed your eyes again, willing him to go away, but when you opened your eyes again he was still there, running towards you. 

You sobbed, startling both kids in your arms. They looked at you and then turned their heads to follow your gaze.

“Dad?” Ella whispered. She turned around and you looked up at Adam who stopped not far away from you. 

You brought one shaking hand up to cover your mouth as you just continued to look at him while Ella and Callum let go of you to hug him. He pulled them both close his nose in Ella’s hair as he cried..

Maybe you were dreaming.

You had seen him.

You had seen Dede shoot him. You had seen the blood. You…

He whispered your name and you looked at him again, as he took steps closer to you. Your whole body was shaking, your lips trembling. 

“Adam?” you whispered in disbelief, bringing your hands up to his chest as you got closer to him. You could feel his heart beating beneath your palm. Beating steady. You closed your eyes as you felt his hands cover yours on his chest. His warm hands grasping yours. You took deep breaths, still not believing he was here and alive. 

“I’m dreaming,” you whispered, your eyes still closed. One hand of his left yours and you felt him tilt your chin up. 

“Open your eyes,” Adam whispered and you shook your head. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip. 

“I promise I’ll still be here when you open your eyes,” he promised and you took a shuddering breath, before you allowed yourself to open your eyes. 

And there he was. 

He was still there, his brown eyes finding yours, tears running down his cheeks as he smiled relieved at you. 

“I… Adam…. How?” you sobbed, one of your hands coming up to cup his cheek. 

He shook his head. 

“Not here,” he whispered before he closed the short distance between you and kissed you. You clung to him, your arms pulling him as close as possible as he deepened the kiss.

Far too quickly he parted from your lips, kissing your nose, leaning his forehead against yours as he looked at you. 

“Let’s go home,” he whispered and you smiled softly, pecking his lips again. He brushed your tears away before he parted from you only to wrap his arm behind your back

You turned around to walk towards Ella and Callum who came to each of your sides, holding onto you both.

You looked up at Adam who kissed your temple, before you leaned your head against his shoulder. 

You still had a billion questions. 

But now you had someone who would help you find the answers.

#my fic #Netflix treason #treason netflix #adam Lawrence x fem. reader #adam lawrence #Charlie cox #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction