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Show Me - Part 2

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Latina!Reader || Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy (background)

Summary: Dean meets your infamous ex-boyfriend at a fallen hunter’s funeral. You just forgot to mention that he’s a hunter as well. Maybe because he still has the power to get under your skin…in the worst of ways.

AN: I know I said I'd release this on Wednesday, but I thought I'd get this out a bit early. Here’s Part 2! **Read Part 1 here.

Word Count: 5,300

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, angst, body insecurity, hurt/comfort, body appreciation.

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Part 2: “A Thorough Reminder”

It’s a few hours’ drive back to Lebanon.

Dean stops at one of your favorite restaurant chains for takeout, though he notices how you only eat about half of what you ordered. Even he managed to eat all of his bacon cheeseburger, and that was after an entire afternoon of snacking and day drinking.

“Thought you were hungry,” he says.

You shrug as you package up the rest of your dinner and lean back in the passenger seat.

“I don’t know. Guess I don’t have much of an appetite today.”

You’re normally a stress eater, by trade. But today, a familiar anxiety has crept in, taking root in your chest, and creating a mental block between your throat, your brain, and your stomach.

Despite what some people might like to believe, Dean does notice the small things, when it matters.

He glances at you, catches the way you rub at your tired face and release a small sigh.

“You okay?” he can’t help but ask.

You nod absently. “I’m fine, Dean.”

His lips press together. That doesn’t sound like fine. It sounds a lot like Winchester fine.

“I didn’t know he was a hunter,” he remarks.

You both know who he’s referring to. You look over at him, resigned, and a little annoyed.

Dean’s palms lift halfway off the steering wheel as he shrugs.

“You made it seem like he was a normal Joe,” he says. “Some dude you met in Miami.”

“We did meet in Miami,” you confirm. Part of you falters with another sigh. You don’t want to talk about this, but you suppose you might as well get it over with. Dean deserves an explanation.

“Okay, here it is,” you begin. “Carter came into town on a job. I caught wind of it not long after he did, and when we eventually ran into each other, we agreed to work the case…”

And you and Carter were good together, at least on the hunt. There had been a certain rugged charm and confidence to him that had drawn you in (apparently, you had a type). When he’d asked to stay with you for a few days, you hadn’t been able to say no.

“I thought it was because…he wanted to see more of me,” you explain. Your expression turns dry. “Maybe that was part of it, but mainly, he was broke. He literally couldn’t leave. Not until he scored some cash.”

Dean doesn’t want to think about how that guy charmed you, luring you in with what he thought you might want to hear. Though he processes all this with a nod. You’ve filled in most of the gaps, and he thinks he knows where this part of the story leads to: the one thing you did tell him about your ex.

“So you helped him get a job,” Dean supplies. His wry gaze meets yours. “At the local strip joint.”

“As a bouncer,” you specify. “He wasn’t qualified for much else. As it was, he needed me to talk to the manager for him. It was a Miami club run by Latinos. They weren’t going to hire a random white guy off the street who didn’t even speak Spanish.”

“Not until you finessed them,” Dean smirked.

You flash him a small smile. “I’m good with people.”

You hadn’t realized it at the time, under the haze of a hunters’ romance, but everything with Carter had been at his convenience, and whatever he needed from you. A hunting partner. A bit of money (a loan, he’d claimed). Some good food and a place to stay, free of charge. Not to mention a warm bed.

The giver in you had been all too ready to oblige.

“And when he got enough money to hit the road, he asked me to go with him,” you continue. “My grandma was still alive at the time. I had never left the city for more than a few days before, in case she needed me, but she told me to go. To live my life…so I did.”

You turn to Dean then. You suck in a breath as your eyes begin to sting.

“It’s my biggest regret,” you say. “She was gone by the end of the year.”

Dean sobers. His eyes soften, and he reaches across your thigh for your hand. You lace your fingers with his.

“I told you, she basically raised me,” you say. You brush away a tear from your cheek, sniffling. “…I should’ve been there.”

Dean raises your hand to his lips. “That’s not on you.”

You shake your head instead of answering. You’d been on a hunt with Carter when you got the call from your grandma’s neighbor. For almost a year, you’d lost what you hadn’t realized was precious time.

Meanwhile, you’d become what you’d thought was a partner, both on the Job and in life. Turns out, you’d been more like a sidekick, allowing Carter to tell you where, when, and how. It took your grandmother’s death to snap you out of the trance.

So you went home, picked up the pieces of your life…and you started again, somehow.

“A few months later,” you say, squeezing Dean’s hand. “I met you in a dirty bar in Las Cruces.”

He shoots you a more amused look.

“You mean you tried to hustle me,” he says.

Your lips curve into a grin. “Oh, please. You knew what you were getting into.”

Dean chuckles at that, tossing his head back against his headrest.

“Well, not exactly,” he says. Your hand is still tucked in his, and his thumb draws back and forth across your fingers.

He hadn’t known you were a hunter at first. He’d noticed your curves in those tight jeans and fitted top, your red lips, the shade of your hair, the perceptive gleam in your eyes—he’d liked it all.

Still, after he watched you hustle a guy out of all his money that night, just to give him $30 back so he could afford to get home…he’d known then that there was something special about you.

Then you’d slid into the seat next to him at the bar. Your English had been as smooth as your Spanish, and he’d been all too willing to get hooked into a game of pool with you.

He hadn’t known then that he was staring into the face of his future.

“I knew I wanted you in my bed that night,” Dean says. His easy smile is flirtatious, but his eyes are honest, finding yours. “I just didn’t count on you being even more badass than I took you for.”

Your cheeks warm as you fight a deeper smile, shaking your head.

You lean over as far as you can with your seatbelt on and press a kiss to his cheek. You linger there, with your hand reaching out to caress his face. You don’t want his eyes to leave the road, but you want him to know what he means to you right now.

After you pull away, he gives you one of those grins, and his eyes are dancing. It makes him both a giant dork, and incredibly charming all at once.

Not for the first time, you’re grateful to know this man—let alone be with him.

And yet, Dean knows.

Something’s not quite right with you.

He feels it in his gut when you two get back to the bunker that night. You shower quickly and alone, and you took a change of clothes into the bathroom with you, like he’s never seen you naked before.

By the time Dean finishes his own shower and gets dressed, you’re getting ready for bed as you putter about the room. He eyes your long pants and sweatshirt.

“You cold?” he asks, while digging in his dresser for a clean pair of sweatpants.

You spare him a glance, but you don’t fully turn to him while you go through your skincare routine with your hair clipped up.

“No, I’m good,” you reply.

“So why the long johns,” he quips, gesturing at your pants. He can’t remember the last time you wore anything but a shirt and underwear to bed (or less). He catches the look on your face in the dresser mirror: a slight pause, a press of your lips, but your face is otherwise guarded.

“I guess I am a little cold,” you say. You head to the bathroom again to finish the rest of your nightly routine, but you don’t see the way Dean’s frown follows you.

He later waits for you in bed. He pauses in his iPad scrolling when you slip in beside him under the covers. You've let your hair back down, nice and wild the way he likes it.

You heave a sigh. “Good night.”

“Hold up,” Dean says. With a hand on your shoulder, he stops you from facing away from him. He leans in and caresses your cheek with his thumb. You give him a small smile.

And he gives you a slow, purposeful kiss. He pulls away, just enough to see your eyes, beautiful and warm. He leans in again and angles into a new kiss, one that deepens with a spark of heat. He props himself up with a forearm above your head, digging into your pillows.

His thigh slots between your legs. For a reason you don’t want to name, you fight the instinct to press your center against him. His hand on your cheek slides down your neck, down the front of your close-necked shirt, between your breasts. He finds purchase on your hip and squeezes soft, tender flesh.

That’s when you stop him with a gentle push on his chest.

You slowly break from his kiss and lick your lips. Your eyes are apologetic.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m just…I’m tired,” you say.

Dean nods and lets out a sigh through his nose. He shifts more fully onto his side, lifting his weight off of you, and brushes your hair back from your face.

“You sure you don’t have anything you wanna talk about?” he asks.

You raise a brow at him. “Like what?”

“Like how you’re letting that asshole get back into your head,” Dean replies.

His gaze feels heavy on you, and you pause, staring back at him in soft shock.

“I’m not—”

“Look, I know you. And whatever this is, it’s more than what we talked about in the car,” he says, with a firm, yet gentle gaze. “If there’s something else you need to get out, you can tell me.”

Dean has worked hard to help you through the mental roadblocks you’ve had in the past—about you being comfortable with yourself, and with him. He’s not going to let some dipshit like Carter undo all of that, unraveling you with a single thread.

But your mouth works as you start to get annoyed, and even a bit angry at his accusation.

“Just because I don’t want to have sex, doesn’t mean I’ve got a problem, okay Dean? I just want to sleep,” you say tersely.

Dean’s jaw clenches at your tone. His head quirks, and he nods.

“Fine,” he says. “We’ll sleep.”

He turns around and shut off his beside lamp, casting the room in darkness. You huff and turn onto your side, away from him.

You cover yourself with the blankets up to your shoulders, but the longer you lay there in silence, the more that guilt prickles in your chest, along with the tightness of anxiety that welled up when he started to touch you.

Fuck, what’s wrong with me? you think, trying to work through the emotion clogging in your throat. You haven’t felt like this in years…

Slowly you turn back towards Dean. By now your eyes have adjusted enough to see the outline of his broad back in his gray shirt. You steel yourself with another shaky breath, and you scoot forward across the bed. Your curled hands rest against the middle of his back, where you also press your forehead. You feel his body tense up a little.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper in the dark.

After a beat, you hear him sigh. Dean reaches out to turn the lamp back on, filling the room once again with soft light. He turns and finds you haven’t moved, though you stare up at him with shining eyes.

His own soften. He takes one of your hands and presses the back of it to his lips.

“Talk to me,” he says, and he waits for you to gain your courage.

After another couple of steadying breaths, you begin.

“There’s too many things I didn’t realize at the time,” you say. “He didn’t force me to go with him, to stay with him… Even when I felt like shit inside, I thought he was right about me. I thought he needed me, and that made everything else okay.”

You sniffle, and a tear rolls down your cheek. Dean’s hold on you tightens a fraction. He’s listening intently, but in his silence, there’s anger. He wishes he really had broken that guy’s hand. Or at least his goddamn mouth.

“I mean, what the hell was I thinking?” you ask, laughing a bit through your tears. “I always thought I was stronger than that, you know? I just realize now that…I must not have liked myself very much.”

Dean lets go of your hand, just to dry your face. He’s no stranger to looking in the mirror and not liking the man staring back at him, but he doesn’t think that’s your problem.

He caresses your cheek, shakes his head, and he offers a rueful smile.

“Nah. You just have a habit of fallin’ for poor sons of bitches who don’t deserve you,” he says.

You read between his self-deprecating lines there, raising your brows at him.

“Hey. That might be true, but you better not be lumping my boyfriend in with the rest of them,” you say firmly. Your arms slip around his waist, and you press yourself in close.

Dean chuckles and welcomes you into his arms as well. His hand tangles in your hair, and his lips find your neck with a deep inhale.

He knows what kinds of thoughts are likely plaguing your mind, just like he knows that whatever he says will only go so far. He presses a kiss to your neck that grazes with teeth. You let out a little hum of surprise. He smiles and begins to move down, letting his lips brush across your skin.

“I’ll just speak for myself then,” he says. His hand trails lower and brushes the side of your breast. “If you need me to remind you how beautiful you are, how goddamn sexy…then I got no problem showing you.”

His hand moves down the soft slopes of your body and comes to rest at the curve of your waist. Hearing your faltering breath, Dean pulls back so he can see your face.

“Let me take care of you for a change,” he says. His lips pull at a grin, and it makes you smile in turn.

You take his face in your hands and bring him down to you for a kiss, languid and a bit devouring. It makes heat lick up Dean’s spine.

“Okay,” you whisper, close to his lips. “Show me.”

His grin deepens, teeth shining. “Yes, ma’am.”

This man is nothing if not endearing, and it earns a giggle from you as he moves down your body. First, you help him with getting your sweatshirt up and over your head; the collar is close to your neck and he doesn’t want to choke you (yet).

His gaze focuses on the rise and fall of your chest, the familiar sight of your full breasts, waiting for him to touch and tease.

Before he can start to follow through with his mental plans, you sit up with him and your hands dive under his shirt, both to start inching it up, and to feel him. His stomach clenches under the soft graze of your nails, but he gently pushes you back down onto the bed.

“What’d I just tell you?” he chides.

You give him an incredulous smile. “What, I’m not allowed to touch you?”

Dean reaches up to pull his shirt off from behind his neck. It’s a smooth move, and your eyes roam over his chest, and lower still.

He smirks. “Just be a good girl and wait your turn.”

You bite your lip to stifle a laugh. You let him finish undressing you by peeling off the sweatpants. You were getting hot in those anyway.

He leaves your panties on for now, but he travels back up to slot himself between your open legs. With a forearm braced above you, he starts again from the top.

He caresses your cheek, and begins with a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

You sigh at the attention, tilting your head to make room for him. The sound of your voice is just one thing that he loves (and you know it), but Dean also loves the smoothness of your tan skin. He doesn’t mind a few faded stretch marks here and there, the lower he gets. He’s got a few scars and worry lines himself.

What matters to him is the sounds he’s able to pull from you as he nips and licks down between your breasts. He massages and teases one with his hand, while his tongue lavishes attention on the other. He earns a breathy sigh, a moan when his lips find the hardening buds, your knees starting to bend and squeeze his waist. He already feels the dampness of your clothed core brushing his sternum.

“Already squeezing on me, huh? I’ve barely touched you,” Dean teases. He nips at a plush spot on your left side, below your breast—something you might’ve been insecure about, if his thumb wasn’t also still distracting you by swirling over a nipple. His hands are sinfully good (something you love).

You utter a small moan and grasp his wrist just for something to hold onto as his mouth continues worshipping every curve of your body. Even the parts you’d usually rather him steer away from.

Dean senses your tension, however, when his teeth graze your soft stomach. He glances up at you, finding a bit of insecurity in your eyes.

“Here’s the thing,” he says, and his lips move against your skin. “You act like I haven’t already seen and conquered every square inch of you. Like I haven’t torn you apart, time after time.”

He sits back up, and his hands squeeze your hips and thighs and ass. He moves up to look down on you with almost predatory focus. Like he’s trying to determine what part of you he wants to devour next.

It’s a look you’ve seen before, though it still makes your face warm and your pussy clench on nothing. Your mouth parts with an unsteady laugh.

“You’ve got a point,” you nod. Dean shoots you a smirk, but he still takes your hand from where it’s been tangled in the sheets. He presses a kiss into your palm.

“You don’t gotta hide from anybody,” he says. “For damn sure, you ain’t hiding from me. You're too damn beautiful for that.”

You smile up at him, softer now as you thread your fingers with his.

He soon lets you go though. Because his hand moves down and down, to brush his fingers along your clothed core. You breathe deeper in anticipation, but his grin tells you that he’s not going to make this quick.

“Dean,” you implore him.

“Yeah, baby,” he answers. The pads of his fingers stroke and press into you. You lean into his touch, wanting and craving more. But he doesn’t give it to you just get.

He keeps teasing you, brushing your clit through the soaked fabric of your panties. It’s sort of what you want, and yet nowhere near enough. You can taste the edge of pleasure, just starting to make you squirm against his hand.

“You’re killing me here,” you whine.

“I’m ‘a need you to be patient,” he says.

You laugh, both incredulous and frustrated. His grin is damn near insufferable now.

Dean’s fingers move your panties aside, but they do no more than brush against the wet seam of your pussy. You hum and try to press into his hand. He doesn’t heed your unspoken demand.

He thinks you’re sexy as hell like this, writhing and waiting for his touch. He just wants to savor that for a bit longer—that he’s the only one who gets to see you like this. He’s the only one who gets to tease you, to be with you, to love you.

You’re getting impatient though. With a ragged sigh, you sit up and hook a hand behind his neck and pull him down into your kiss. He chuckles against your lips when he feels your hand sliding from his chest to the generous bulge in his sweatpants. You stroke up and down the full length of him with a practiced hand.

“I get it, baby. I do,” you pant, “but I need you.”

He falters for a moment, grunting when your hand slips into the front of his pants and boxer briefs and takes his cock firmly in hand. Your touch is soft and warm and you know how to elicit a shiver running down his spine.

Dean has a plan though, and he forces himself to focus through gritted teeth. He takes your wrist, carefully guides it out of his pants, and pins it beside your head, using his strength against you. It’s as frustrating as it is hot, making your skin flush as you stare up at him.

“We’re not there yet,” he tells you. Amusement gleams in his eyes. “But I like the enthusiasm.”

Without warning, he pulls away from you. He sits up on his knees and grabs the nearest pillow. He grasps your thighs and raises you up enough to slide the pillow underneath your ass, which he bares after snatching off your panties. You yelp and the suddenness of your underwear sliding off your legs. He tosses them elsewhere.

“What, now you’re speeding things up?” you remark.

Dean raises his brows at you. “What gave you that idea?”

He shifts down the bed and sinks down between your thighs. You lean up just on your elbows so you can try to figure out what he’s about to do (though you have a pretty good guess). For a delicious moment, you feel his warm breath against your pussy. You clench in anticipation…

Until he veers further down the inside of your thigh. His hand moves smoothly underneath one of your thick thighs and hooks it over his shoulder. He starts with wet kisses from the inside of your knee, steadily moving up your thigh. Your eyes close as your breathing shallows.

You force yourself to take deeper breaths as the gentle feeling of his lips, and a hint of teeth, continues to make your body tingle with pleasure. You feel warmth and wetness pooling between your legs. Your core is already throbbing with need.

Just as Dean draws near to the apex of your thighs…he changes course, starting the same path of kisses up your other leg. You blow out a shaky sigh and have to clench your hands into the sheets. His name falls from your lips, both a reverent sigh and a plea.

You know what he’s doing. He’s worshipping your body in the sweetest of ways. You knew he was going to take his time with you, working you up, but this is both heaven and hell.

“Would you relax?” he says, chuckling into your skin.

You release a breathy giggle. “Yeah, right. I love and hate you right now.”

Dean’s shoulders shake with near silent laughter. His free hand soothes up and down the thigh he holds propped up on his shoulder.

“As long as it’s more of the first one, we’re good,” he teases.

You groan, but eventually you relax against the bed. You realize now that you’re more comfortable, more focused more on the pleasurable sensations he’s giving you than on how exposed you are right now. You smile begrudgingly, as you realize that’s probably what Dean wanted all along.

Just when your body is starting to settle into this, you gasp when you feel his tongue finally lick a warm stripe up the seam of your pussy.

Your head raises, and you see your man’s mischievous green eyes and the edge of his smile between your legs. Your mouth opens to say something petulant, but you cry out when his fingers slip past your wet folds and find your clit.

He knows where you’re most sensitive, what’s going to have you even more slippery and pulsing with need. His tongue replaces his hand, licking and sucking at your clit, while his fingers slip into your tight entrance and fuck into you slowly.

“God, Dean,” you breathe. Your nails dig back into the mattress.

You feel his voice reverberate inside you when he says, “Relax…”

He's already hooked your thighs over his shoulders. The pillow under your raised hips just gives him even more leverage to work you over. His mouth is noisy and makes you blush down to your neck, but you can’t help fisting a hand into his hair and clenching tight as he brings you right to the edge…

And he tumbles you over. His fingers brush deliberately and firmly against that sensitive spot deep inside you, until your inner walls quiver and your legs shake around his head.

Then you’re coming all over his hand. Your whimpers turn into a moan of release as warmth travels from your center, throughout the rest of your body. His tongue doesn’t stop, and your skin tingles, causing a shiver to run up your spine and arch your back as you moan.

He doesn’t pull away until your clit becomes oversensitive, and you start to squirm away from his hold. When he finally gives you reprieve, your body sags on the bed and your head rolls to the side as you try to catch your breath.

Dean’s panting hard too by the time he’s done. He has to wipe his mouth, nose, and hand, but he still strokes your thighs after he guides your legs off his shoulders and back to the bed.

Since you’re incapable of speech at the moment, you tug more gently on his hair to get his attention. He greets you with a grin as he takes in how wrecked you are.

You smile back and beckon him with a curling finger. “Come ‘ere.”

Dean obliges you, moving up your body to prop himself up on a forearm, next to your head. You grab his chin and bring him down to you for a searing kiss. You shudder a little, as you can taste yourself on his tongue. The press of his fingers along the small of your back brings more tingles across your skin.

You feel him hard and heavy against your thigh. You let your hands run down his back as well. Down the slope of his spine, and under the waistband of his sweatpants.

“I need you,” you whisper, in the small space between your faces.

“Yeah?” he pants, though his tone is teasing. “Where?”

“Inside me,” you reply. Your thighs squeeze his hips, pressing his length against your center and earning a groan out of him. “Fuck me ‘til it hurts.”

Dean’s grip on your hip tightens. He drops a biting kiss to your throat and nods. He quickly gets the rest of his clothes off, then he directs you to move onto your side. You’re a bit confused at first, but you oblige him. He kneels between your thighs, straddling the bottom one, then hooking your top leg over his.

He pushes his cock into you slowly, making you both breathe harder as he stretches you and finds his way home.

This angle is different, but it’s good. You feel him bottom out deep and snug inside. Already your inner walls respond to the feeling of him, and you tighten on reflex.

Dean makes a sound of pleasure and presses his forehead against your shoulder for a moment.

“What’s this, like doggy style?” you ask.

“Kind of,” he says, giving you a grin. “This way, I can still see your pretty face.”

You can’t help a giddy burst of laughter, even though your face warms. Yes, he still manages to make you blush when he talks like that.

Dean smirks in amusement. Once again, he swipes a thumb across your cheek and presses a kiss to your lips. You hold him there and lick into his mouth. When he starts to move, rocking out, then back inside of you with ease, you shudder at the feeling of him. Your thigh curls tighter around his hip, and he squeezes your soft flesh there.

“I happen to like a little give,” he says, with a lusty gleam in his eyes. “You know why?”

You’re already panting for breath. His slow strokes make you feel every inch of him, but you lick your lips and meet his hot gaze. You start to smile as you humor him.

“Why?” you ask.

“Call it a ‘soft landing,’” he grins. “Makes it feel that much better when I fuck you good and deep.”

Your mouth falls open, this time more in shock as you blush further and shiver in arousal—not only at his words, but the sound of his voice, and his sincerity. You unintentionally clench on his cock, and he groans. He gives your ass a heavy smack. You jolt with a gasp.

“Keep that up,” his voice deepens, rough with pleasure. “’Bout to fuckin’ wreck you.”

All you can do is nod and hold on tight for the damn ride.

He builds up the pace, until he needs a hand on the headboard for balance. The old mattress creaks to the tempo of his pounding strokes, and he’s hitting your G-spot with every single one of them. Your toes curl and you grab onto his thigh to help keep both of you steady.

You feel that coil starting to tighten, but you’re not quite there. You reach down between your bodies and massage your clit in time with his thrusts. Your eyes close on a gasp.

And the coil eventually snaps. Your inner walls spasm and flutter around him, making his hips stutter.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me,” he grits out. He chases his own release as well as yours. “So fucking sexy like this, coming apart for me.”

He's spurred on by the way your voice echoes in his ears. A few more hard thrusts, and he’s spilling into you. He fills you up with his warmth and makes a shiver run through your body.

You’re gripping his thigh so tightly you’re probably giving him bruises, but it’s not unlike the fingerprints you often find on your ass and hips (and probably will find tomorrow).

You finally twist onto your back and relax. Dean catches himself against the bed before he crushes you with his weight. You welcome him anyway, with your hand soothing up and down his back.

“You okay?” he asks. Somehow, his gruff voice is still soothing to you.

You smile, giving a teasing squeeze on his arm. “Much better.”

He chuckles at that. His skin is dewy and sticks to yours, but you don’t mind. In turn, he brushes your now frizzy hair away from your face and neck, so it fans out on the pillow instead.

After he untangles from you and rolls onto the bed at your side, he lays there on his back and tries to regain his breath. You turn toward him and press a kiss into his shoulder.

“Thank you…for reminding me,” you say.

For making me feel beautiful, wanted, loved…

You try to blink past the sting of tears, but you know your eyes are shining.

“I love you,” you remind him.

Dean’s face warms and softens. He reaches over and takes your hand. Again, he presses it to his lips.

I love you too, that gesture says. Then he smiles.

“Any time you need a little show and tell, I’m here.”

AN: 😮‍💨 Well then! lol I hope you liked this! For me it was equal parts fun and cathartic, being a plus-size girl myself. 💗💗

I was definitely thinking of that scene in 9.13:

Mala: "What can I say? Sometimes it's nice to feel a little give."

Dean *has an epiphany*: "Oh. Yeah, I get that. A little extra cushion for the, uh..." *fist pounding motion* (lmfao)

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lvrcpid · 1 year

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boyfriend hcs!

includes : neteyam. lo’ak. ao’nung. rotxo.

authors note : this is just a filler post while i work on other things

neteyam

he’s constantly taking care of you. you have a tendency to overwork yourself a lot and neteyam is the first to catch onto this, he definitely pulls you away from whatever you’re doing to make sure you’ve eaten and gotten proper rest. if you’re stubborn about it, he will sit on you until you agree to rest.

he isn’t afraid to be vulnerable around you. neteyam isn’t the type to put on a front in front of his partner. if he’s upset, it will show. you’re his shoulder to cry on and he’s so grateful to you for that. he loves the fact you never judge him when the stress of being the oldest gets to him. he isn’t afraid to ask for a hug when he really needs it, sighing and melting into your arms as he does so.

lo’ak

he’s always getting giving you gifts. lo’ak is very awkward and afraid of embarrassment so when he wants to express his love to you, you will always find bracelets and necklaces on your pillow. he definitely pays attention to things you like and don’t like. you like the color purple? expect a purple beaded necklace on your pillow by eclipse. he may or may not have made himself a matching one.

he loves making you laugh. lo’ak is a jokester, everyone knows this. it’s what drew you to him in the first place. of course you thought he was just being funny for show but no, this is his personality. he definitely makes jokes at the wrong time which results in you slapping his leg with your tail. when you guys were alone you busted out into laughter.

ao’nung

he will always defend you. ao’nung was weary of you in the beginning, constantly calling you a freak but once he got to know the real you , all of that stopped. of course his friends are still assholes so they periodically mess with you, but ao’nung is quick on their tails to defend you and tell his friends to back off.

he remembers the little things. ao’nung likes to play dumb with you. he will mess with you and play around like he forgot things you told him about yourself when in reality he retains every word that comes from your mouth. he took you to a waterfall once because you mentioned that you always wanted to see one..2 weeks ago. of course you cried cause you didn’t think he was listening that intensively.

rotxo

he sings to you. rotxo is a great singer in my head. he’s always in your lap humming or singing when doing daily chores with you. something tells me that he’s always singing lullabies that were once sung to him as a child to you when you can’t sleep or when you’re upset.

he cheers you on. rotxo is your biggest cheerleaders he always has the biggest smile on his face and cheering the loudest when you race ao’nung or even when you succeed in weaving a basket. your accomplishments are his accomplishments and no matter what he will always be proud of you.

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 1 year

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You asked for requests so could you please write some head canons on Jake, neteyam, lo'ak (and whoever else you might want to add) reacting to their partner having managed to tame a thanator and another one for the akula (the thing that almost ate lo'ak) like just imagine lo'ak having to interact and spend time with the thing that almost killed him 😂 because maybe it's a tulkun type of thing that was just waiting for the right person

I love this and I added a bunch of ppl and I realized that I forgot to put I write for Rotxo and Kiri so this is me writing for them 🤭

Avatar/Awotw characters reactions to you taming a Akula

Characters- Jake, Tonowari, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Ao'nung, Rotxo, Neytiri, Ronal, Kiri, and Tsireya

Jake

It was just a normal day living with the Meykayina and he was wondering where his mate went off to.

And then you emerged from under the water he was gald to see you

And then he saw what you were riding.

His eyes would widen thinking wtf did his mate just do?

When you got off and the Akula followed he and everyone around you was confused

Explaining to them that you were swimming with your ilu when the Akula just swiped you onto its back and you just connected he was still a little freaked

When he got near it for the first time it growled at him and he jumped making you laugh

Tonowari

You told him you were just going to three brothers rock never in his life would he expect you to come back with a Akula behind you

At first he though it was chasing you and then he saw you smiling and laughing and it looked as if the Akula was enjoying your company as well

When you told him that you had gathered fish and the Akula just stopped in front of you and you put your hand out connecting you two he was in awe

He loves that his mate was strong enough to tame a Akula without even struggling

He loved you

The Akula however he refused to go to it without you and to both of your surprise he liked him

But when you turned after he gave you a small kiss around the Akula did a low growl to Tono and he was like 'Shes my mate she is only your rider."

Neteyam

He was helping you gather fruit on a small island when he felt the ground rumble and then he saw you running to the water

He thought you were in trouble so he grabbed his knife dropping it when he saw the Akula emerge from the water and wave his fin at you.

But he hissed at Neteyam and you had to tell him "No bad ......" (I'm to lazy to name the Akula so use your imagination)

He was just stuck

He was shocked cause he heard from his brother/other clan members that akula's are dangerous creatures and shouldn't be messed with

But here is his mate bonding with it, riding on it, and playing in the water with it

He is just shocked

And when you introduced him to your Akula he could have sworn that it rolled its eyes

Lo'ak

When you told him you wanted to show him something he was happy and said yes immediately

When he noticed that you were getting closer to where he got attacked he was low-key scared but kept his composure

He was confused when you clicked your tongue to call something that he has never heard

But when he was swiped up from the water he screamed so loud it made you giggle a little

When he saw the familiar scales and head of the creature he was scared

Even when you explained that he was a nice creature and that he was sorry for what he did to him he was still a little scared

After a while he got kinda used to him but refused to ride him

Ao'nung

You had been missing all day at a nearby island and he was getting annoyed why hadn't you come back yet?

So he rode his ilu out to the island and then he fell off of his ilu when he saw you riding around on a Akula

The nosie of the splash caught your attention along with your Akula so you rode over there

Akula was in attack mode and then you saw him getting up on his ilu again patting the back to know that he was not dangerous but he still wasn't convinced

When you explained to Ao'nung that you kinda just accidentally sat on his fin one day and you just clicked he was kinda suspicious of him

And when you told the Akula that Ao'nung was your mate he said he was betrayed that you didn't tell him and that made you laugh but he was still suspicious of him

So just suspicion going all around

Rotxo

This boy just wanted to go for a swim take a break from all the stress that has been going on

But no he saw his beloved patting the head of an Akula

He swan closer and the the Akula pushed your arm and then your smile got wide

"my mate" you signed and the Akula dipped his head towards him as Rotxo did the same

He was a little frightened at first but the Akula could sense he was a good kid so he was nicer than he would have been

When he got into of him to ride he was freaking out and wasn't hiding it but once this started going it was okay

Just friendly with each other

Neytiri

She was just trying to have a stress-free date night until you pulled up with and Akula to pick her up

She cursed you "why do you do stupid things this could have killed."

"my love he is nice"

Wasn't convinced but trusted you

When you introduced him to her "this is Neytiri my mate you've wanted to meet her." You signed to her

He swam closer and he chest tightened until he nuzzled his head on her hand that floated in the water

She smiles at him as he pulled away he said something to you "she is great for you opposite to keep you out of trouble." She looked at you not knowing what he said

"he likes you and for your information if I wasn't looking for trouble I wouldn't have found you." You reply and he only shook his head.

Neytiri giggled at the interaction she definitely liked it know but she still had her suspicions

Ronal

You told her you did something cool and she was already shaking her head side to side

Bringing her farther into the water only made her more confused

Calling out to your Akula heightened her senses what did you drag her into?

And when the creature came up behind you her eyes wided and you held you hand up to both of them who were in attack form

"Ronal meet ......., ......... meet Ronal my mate." You introduced the two who were giving each other death glares

You made the decision to guide her closer as she never gave her death glare up and neither did he

Tbh they don't talk to each other they just glare and when you aren't looking at them they give each other silent threats

Kiri

She was just swimming around and when she realized she swam to far she looked around

And then she saw you onto of the thing that almost killed her brother she swam closer and you saw her and told him "your going to love her."

Introducing each other was awkward

She was very intrigued and he was just, he was just starting at her like 👁️👁️

She doesn't really talk either but his staring is just uncomfortable but she doesn't really mind

He grumbles something and you gasp. "What what'd he say." She would ask and you'd reply "oh nothing just he really likes you definitely no anything weird no would you ........." And he just rolls his eyes

It's just a bunch of staring

Tsireya

She sees you riding around and she thinks it's a tulkun and then she sees it's a Akula and her smile drops

When you see her you sign to him, "see that's who I have been talking about." He swam closer as if he was inspecting her

She let out a nervous giggle which caught his attention he tilted his head and a small smile came from his large mouth

"wait it took me a week to get you to smile and she laughs I can't the betrayal hurts." You joked that made him tilt you and Tsireya giggles again

Somehow he ended up liking her more than you.

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enamation · 4 months

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𝐇𝐄𝐘 , 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ❢

character(s) ♡ tsukasa tenma , rui kamishiro , toya aoyagi , akito shinonome

type ♡ mini imagines ( ? )

warning(s) ♡ none !

a/n ♡ thank you for requesting ✰ this post is quite long because of the individual sections , i hope thats okay ! i did also add a little bit of the thoughts you had on each character ^^ , your childhood friend is referred to as 'X'

requester ♡ @6-zao-xing-9

tenma tsukasa . . . 天馬司

X and you used to be very close when you were younger , but growing distant when you grew older . While you and Tsukasa had gotten closer recently , X had pulled you aside and demanded you stay away from him . But when he invited you to a sleepover , you just couldnt refuse him .

After a sunday full of laughter and playful banter , sweets and play - fighting , you had to go to school the next day , and you had forgotten some of your belongings at the Tenma household .

Finding you in the hallways at lunch , Tsukasa smiled at you , holding out your bag to you .

" Hey, you forgot your stuff at my place. I was thinking of dropping it off at your house, but a world future star just cannot miss practice. "

He smiled again as you giggled , taking your bag from his hands . As you walk back in the lunchroom , X's table was staring at you , with X glaring daggers into you as you simply waved and walked off to your own table .

kamishiro rui . . . 神代類

Rui knew about X's existence , since he had noticed how they would glare at you when you're with him .

The morning after you had stayed at his house , you had forgotten the shirt you had worn to sleep .

So at school , but before morning classes , you were eating a small snack and on your phone before Rui had walked in , making eye contact with X to make sure they were watching before turning his attention back to you .

" Hm? Why am I here? You forgot your shirt at my house, and I'm simply here to return it. "

He watched as your flushed a slight red due to classmates glancing at you two with curious eyes , and X fuming with anger .

Before leaving , Rui bent down to whisper in your ear .

" This.. friend of yours. Needs to stop being so negative about us. "

He gave you and X one last sly smile before leaving .

shinonome akito . . . 東雲彰人

You had originally visited at the Shinonome household because you were partners with Akito , building a 3D project for [ your choice ] .

But because the project had taken so much longer than you both had hoped for , Akito suggested you just stay over . Once your parents had agreed , your ' project time ' turned into a sleepover .

In a rush because you had a lot to do that school morning , you had forgotten one of your bags at Akito's house .

After school , Akito had to go see a teacher and couldnt walk home with you , so he gave you your bag at the school exit once the bell had rang .

" Over here! Here, you left this in my room last night. "

You flushed lightly at the gesture , taking the bag and thanking him before you turned around to a lot of stares thrown your way , specifically X's stare .

You decided to wave him goodbye and rush out of the school before anyone could question you .

aoyagi toya . . . 青柳冬弥

You and Toya were close friends , visiting WEEKEND GARAGE every friday , and hanging out over the weekend .

You and the rest of Vivid Bad Squad decided to have a sleepover at Toya's house , playing Uno and watching An and Akito fight .

Amidst all the fun , you had forgotten an item or two at his house . And as the good friend he is , made sure to return it to you as soon as he could .

During passing period inbetween classes , Toya had come up to you at your locker and tapped your shoulder, stretching out the hand holding your bag .

" You forgot this at my house yesterday. Hm? What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? "

He noticed your reddened and embarrassed cheeks , but wasnt able to pinpoint why before he realized people were looking over at the both of you before letting out a whispered " oh . "

X was furious , not only because they had told you to stay away from Toya , but to be at his house had just left them stunned .

this might just be me , but i think X finally got the memo .

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hsgucci94 · 2 years

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Overthinking

Summary: The one where Y/N feels like hers and Harry’s relationship is now just sex.

Word count: 700

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“Is sex all you want from me?,” Y/N mumbled, walking out of the bathroom and laying back on Harry’s bedsheets. He was right beside her, as naked as her after the fun they shared, but his attention was somewhere else.

As soon as he heard her words, he looked up from his phone screen and in her direction, frowning. “No. Why are you even asking that?” He didn’t finish typing the message. He turned the device off and put it back on his nightstand, his whole body turning to her.

Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling above her, her hand in her stomach as she bit the inside of her cheek. Truth was, she had been feeling that way for a few weeks now, and she wondered if they had grown apart.

“Hey, Y/N. Look at me,” he softly called her, making her face turn to him, “Where’s all this coming from?”

She shrugged her shoulder, suddenly regretting having even made such question.

Harry and her started off as fuck buddies after being introduced to each other by a mutual friend at a club on a Saturday night. They both had just got out of pretty messy relationships, and having fun with no commitments was exactly what the two of them were looking for at the time. For a few months, their sporadic redez-vous worked really well, until feelings got involved and they started seeing one another as something more than just sexual partners. Ever since then, they had been dating for almost a year, but for the past weeks, the only short moments they had shared had always had to do with sex, as if their initial chemistry had disappeared and the only string that kept Harry glued to her was sexual attraction, just like during their first months together.

“Tell me, baby,” he softly pleaded.

“It’s just that… I barely get to see you because of your job and when I do, the only thing we do is fuck,” she sighed.

She would have thought her mind and chest would be at ease once she let those words out, but they weren’t. If anything, she was feeling even more anxious, scared she might be right and that that was it for her and Harry. She didn’t want them to break up, but maybe he was ready to part ways and hadn’t known how to tell her so until she brought the topic up. Now he had the perfect excuse to.

“I’ve developed the ability to read that gorgeous face of yours pretty well, lovie… I know you’re overthinking right now, and I can assure you it has nothing to do with whatever your mind is telling you,” he replied, taking the hand that was placed over her stomach and locking his fingers with hers afterwards.

“Then what is it?,” her voice unintentionally cracked mid-sentence.

She wasn’t going to start crying right there and then; she was just feeling a bit overwhelmed by her mind and the thought of them ever not being together. Gosh, she was so head over heels for that six-feet-tall, long-dark-curly-haired boy she was able to call hers that she couldn’t even imagine them ever ending things.

“With everything happening with the band, our upcoming hiatus and all that, I guess I forgot to check on you in that sense,” he confessed, while guilt started to take upon him, “Sex with you just feels so good you know I can never resist it,” he chuckled a bit, in an attempt to erase all her possible doubts regarding their relationship, “But I’d no idea you felt this way, and I’m sorry. I’m glad you told me, though.” He sweetly smiled at her, pressing their foreheads together.

“You promise is just that?”

“You’ve got my word, baby,” he nodded, assuring her his words were true, “I’m taking you out for dinner tomorrow, by the way. I’ve heard there’s a new restaurant in town and I want us to try it.”

“You know I’m more than content with us cooking dinner at home,” she confessed, not wanting him to feel obligated to do things he didn’t want to just to keep her happy.

“I know, but I want us to have some fun outdoor, too. As you said, we have already had enough of it here at home.”

She giggled, agreeing with him.

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hangmans-girl · 1 year

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One Admiral's Daughter (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Simpson!Reader

Summary: Of all the people in the bar, Bradley's eyes decided to set themselves on a forbidden fruit.

Warnings: Light cursing, sexual innuendos (but nothing happens really), fluff, sexual tension

Words: 4,107

Author's Note: I whipped this out of my brain the last minute because I thought that it has been months since I wrote and this has been in my drafts for as long as I can remember. I hope you like it :')

Damn, it's bitter. You thought as the warm remains of the vodka scratched your throat. You shoved the glass away from you as you stared at it with so much hate.

"What did the glass do, dear?" Penny asks as she places a cold glass of beer in front of you. You groaned as you leaned away from the counter.

"I'm bored, Pen. Why can't I just work for you?"

Penny smiles, "You know I can't hire you, that's an order from your Dad."

You rolled your eyes and sighed. Your dad always loved to ruin everything for you. You never know how he always knew what you were doing despite him being really busy with his work. Sometimes, you'd even think he had been sending someone to spy on you when he was not around. "Fine, I guess I'll just sit here and try not to go mad with boredom."

Penny ruffled your hair as she chuckles. "Silly, why don't you just go to your office or the base to kill your time?"

You shook your head. "First, office hours are 'till 1 pm only, and second, Dad's office is too quiet for me. The Hard Deck is literally the only place that's keeping me sane, Pen."

"Well, what about you go dancing now since it's almost 7pm and customers are already flooding in? Maybe you could get yourself a dance partner or something."

You grimaced. "No, thanks. I'd rather stay here and keep myself company."

"See? You won't even lift your butt out of that chair," She shakes her head, "I'll go take some orders now. Ring me up when you need more." She adds as she tapped the side of your beer mug.

You smiled at Penny before drinking from your beer again. It's going to be a long night.

"Hey, Rooster. Check her out," Payback elbows Rooster on the stomach as Rooster looks at where he was pointing.

"I love me a woman in red." Payback adds as he continues to look respectfully at the girl on a red sundress by the bar counter.

Rooster shrugged. "What about it?"

"What do you mean what about it, man? She's hot."

"How do you know that? You haven't even seen her face." Rooster punches his friend's chest lightly before looking in the girl's direction again. This time, the girl was already facing their direction, talking to a stranger with a beautiful smile on display.

Rooster forgot to breathe for a second. "What about now?" Payback asks Rooster as if he'd sensed his friend's sudden change of heart.

"You wanna know what I think?"Rooster asks, eyes still on the girl, "Hold my beer." He shoves his beer mug onto Payback's chest as he made his way to the stage.

"Oh, come on, man! I don't like where this is going." Payback groans as he saw Rooster grab a microphone.

Rooster then made his way to the jukebox to type in a song. "Trust me, Payback, " He says as the song starts, tapping Payback's chest before making his way toward his target. "This is how you get a girl."

As you drank your second beer of the night, you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. "Excuse me, miss," You turned to see who it was and saw an unfamiliar man with a mustache who had a Hawaiian shirt on with a white tank top underneath.

Your brows furrowed in confusion when another man shoved him aside. "I'm sorry, miss. He's just drunk--" His words got cut off when the mustached-man shoved him aside as well.

"I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight, I've never seen you shine so bright," He sings, stepping much closer to you. You chuckled, looking around as you saw people gather around your space to watch him sing.

"I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance, They're looking for a little romance, given half a chance, and I have never seen that dress you're wearing or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes, I have been blind;" He continues, as he points at you accompanied with his dramatic gestures as he sang.

You continued watching him sing since he had a wonderful voice to begin with and people started to sing with him. He then grabs a rose from a bouquet he saw at a random table, handing them to you before he concluded his song.

You gladly accepted the rose from him as he smiled in victory, mindlessly handing the microphone to his friend from earlier. "You've got a nice voice, do you sing like that to every woman you see?"

Rooster chuckles as he pulls a seat for himself. "Just the pretty ones."

"Well, how many were they?"

"Just one."

"Oh, so that makes me the second one?"

"No, the first one. I've never actually done this before," He laughs, grabbing a beer from the counter as he drank on it. "Y'know, It's crazy how I went through that just to get your name." He adds, making you giggle in response.

"You could've just asked," You shrugged, extending your hand toward him. "I'm (Y/N) Simpson."

You saw him wince at your response. "What's wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing, it's just...I've never thought of the chances of me dealing with another Simpson for today, you know?"

You tilted your head in curiosity. "Oh, you could tell me about it."

"Over beer?" He asks as he places an empty bottle on the counter. You grabbed him another cold one and placed it right in front of him. "Yup, over beer."

He muttered a small thanks as he drank before speaking. "Well, we have this superior officer at work who can be insufferable at times. Last time, he made us train 'till the wee hours of the night and uhm...I'd love to tell you more, but I think I've stressed out how much of a jerk he can be sometimes."

You leaned back against your chair and shook your head. "That sucks, like what are they? a god or something?"

"Of the Navy I suppose, he's an Admiral." He replies, making everything make sense to you.

"So, I take it that you're from the Navy." He nods. "So, you're a pilot?" You asked as he nods again, making you smile mischievously. You realized that he was actually talking about your Dad so you decided to get the whole gossip from him without him suspecting anything.

"You know what? Tell me more about this Admiral Simpson. Get it out of your chest." You encouraged him as you leaned closer to listen more carefully. He didn't seem to realize what you were doing so he continued to speak ill about your Dad the whole night.

There were times that you agreed with what he said since your dad was a bit annoying, and there were times that you'd laugh at their experiences during their training. Overall, the night became less boring when Bradley stepped in.

"So, this is it, huh? When can I see you again?" He asks as he leans his arm beside your waist, his height towering over your seated figure.

You tilted your head as you smiled at him. "I think we'll be seeing each other more often, Bradley. You can count on it." You winked at him before pushing him away gently by his chest, leaving the bar and leaving him wanting more.

The next day, you decided to spend the rest of your day at your dad's office since you just got off of work and The Hard Deck was still closed. "You could've just stayed home, (Y/N)." Your dad says as he busies himself with his paperwork.

You sat on his guest couch as you reached for the hidden stash of fashion magazines underneath his wooden center table. "It's too boring at home, dad. I promise to be on my best behavior here." You replied as you flipped the colorful pages of the magazines.

"You better be." He adds before he calls his assistant. "Yes, sir?"

"Call Lieutenant Bradshaw and Lieutenant Seresin to my office."

The assistant then leaves as you looked at your dad. "Are they gonna be here for long, dad?"

He looks up at you for a brief second before he flips the pages of his paperwork. "No, I just have to tell them something. I don't want to hear any word from you over there, am I clear?"

You rolled your eyes as you grinned wickedly, giving your dad a small salute. "Yes, sir."

As you scanned the pages of your magazine, you found an interesting read about bags, practically hiding half of your face with your magazine. You heard the door open as you saw two large figures enter the room through your peripheral vision.

"Well, gentlemen. I just want to tell you that you have done a good job on this mission," You heard your dad say as you continued to read, not minding their praise stories about some mission.

"And of course, there will be another special training detachment that both of you and the rest of the Dagger Team will execute. It will take place 3 weeks from now and I'll have Maverick relay the rest of the details of this mission. For now, I want both of you to lead the team in exercises."

"Yes, sir!" They replied in unison, making you look up at them in irritation.

Your irritation suddenly turned into fascination as you saw who it was. Bradley. He was standing upright and proper in front of your father on his flight suit. You grinned as you closed the magazine you were reading, propping your head on your hand as you crossed your legs in the process.

Oh, how you couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he notices you. As your father dismissed them, they turned in your direction to head to the door and Bradley stopped in his tracks when he spotted you.

You swiftly glanced at your dad who was currently busy signing his paperwork before turning your eyes toward him again as you waved at him and gave him a smile. A flash of realization washed over him as he walked out of the office with heavy footsteps.

Bradley looked like he had seen a ghost as he walked away from the Admiral's office. "Hey, Bradshaw. What's wrong with you?" Hangman asks, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Instead of answering, Bradley only shakes his head before he continues to walk away from Hangman. He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe that he was talking shit about the Admiral to the person who turned out to be his superior officer's daughter.

He mentally punched himself as he headed to the ready room before slumping himself on the couch to sulk the whole afternoon. The last thing he wanted was to ruin his career by dallying with an Admiral's daughter.

You, on the other hand, asked permission from your Dad to go out and get some fresh air. You actually just wanted to roam the corridors and explore the whole base without your dad appointing someone to chaperone you all throughout your exploration.

You still grinned at Bradley's reaction when he saw you at your dad's office. Where could he be right now? You thought, peeking at every room you passed by, hoping to see him at least.

You saw a room in the corner with a half-opened door. You headed straight to it before peeking inside. Your lips curled up in a smile as you quietly pushed the door open upon realizing who was in the room.

"So, Lieutenant Bradshaw, huh?" You spoke as you closed the door behind you, making him get up from the couch as he looks at you in shock.

"What are you doing here?"

You placed a hand on your chest and acted as if you were offended by his question. "What am I doing here? Am I not allowed to visit a friend?" With your emphasis on friend, he cleared his throat before he stood from the couch.

"Look, last night was a mistake. I didn't mean all of that." He stutters as you make your way toward him slowly with your arms crossed on your chest.

"Even the part that you found me pretty?"You whined, making him sigh in return as you giggled at his reaction. "We both know that it wasn't a mistake, but don't worry. I won't tell on you," You added as you took some steps back to lean on the door to block the exit.

"Good. Because that won't happen again." He says as he walks in your direction. You stood your ground on the door as you continued to stare at his towering figure.

"You're leaving? So soon?" You knitted your eyebrows together as you looked up at him with an innocent doe-eyed look.

Bradley sighs in frustration as he ran his hand through his hair. "Please move away from the door, miss." He says, making you pout at the sudden honorifics.

You sighed as you trailed your hand up his chest, tracing your fingers on the patches of his fight suit as he looked at you with dark, brooding eyes. "Why don't you make me, Lieutenant?"

He closed his eyes as he clenched his jaw before grabbing your wandering hand on his chest. "It's best if you leave me alone, miss. It would be better for the both of us." He says before pushing you gently aside as he hurriedly exits the room.

It has been like that for months. Bradley ignoring you and you trying to get his attention. You would even show up in your dad's office in a sundress on a daily basis, the ones that your dad had claimed "had a shortage of fabric", but you didn't care. The moment Bradley saw you on it, you knew how it affected him since he couldn't take his eyes off you when you roamed around the base.

It was starting to frustrate you when you couldn't get him to look at you or even talk to you. Sometimes, you'd even follow him around just to coax a reaction from him or get him to talk, but he always acted like you weren't there.

One day, you've decided that you've had enough of his indifference and devised a plan to corner him.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw, Admiral's office, now." Bradley heard the assistant say as he leaves the ready room to head to the Admiral's office. When he arrived, the door was wide open, and he proceeded to enter the room.

He sat on the chair in front of the Admiral's table. The Admiral wasn't there or in any corner of his office. His brows knitted in confusion before he heard the door close and the lock click. He turned back and saw you walking towards him with a sultry smile.

"The Admiral's not here. He's on sick leave, but I promised to take care of things that I can handle." You said, moving your dad's name plaque to the side before hopping to sit on the table as you crossed your legs, revealing an ample amount of skin in Bradley's view.

"Why did you call me here? Do you have any idea what you're doing?"He stands as he glanced at the door as if he was afraid of someone walking in on both of you.

"Relax, I locked it." You giggled. "Besides, what do you think I'm doing? I called you here to ask you about something," You tilted your head at him. "Unless you thought---" Bradley quickly cut your words off with his.

"I wasn't thinking that!" He retorted almost too quickly.

You sighed before waving your hand in front of his face to dismiss the unruly topic. "Enough of that. Why have you been ignoring me, Bradley? I've been talking to you for months now but you're always acting like I'm not there."

"I'm not obligated to talk to you, miss." He replies curtly, making you gasp.

"After all we've been through--"

"We've been through nothing, okay? Because we were never friends nor lovers. I don't know what you've planted in your mind to make you even think that we had something." He said. You hopped off the table as you took a step closer to him.

"You know what? You're such a jerk." You spat before leaving the room in a haste, heading home to drown yourself in tears and in vodka.

Bradley stood there as he composed himself, internally applauding himself for holding himself back and mentally punching himself for saying those things to you.

These past few months, Bradley had been trying to avoid you since he didn't want to spark an issue that he was interested in an Admiral's daughter. Even with your advances towards him, he was holding on to his patience for dear life not to drag you inside of a room and ravish you.

He just couldn't, he can't risk his career for this. Knowing Admiral Simpson's character, he personally wouldn't let it slide if he found out about Bradley's feelings for his daughter. Keeping that in mind gave him somewhat of a reason not to even touch a single strand of your hair.

Two weeks passed and Bradley's mind was a mess. You stopped coming over to your Dad's office and you weren't at the bar, too. He started to wonder where you might be. His wonders managed to get in the way of his training as well and it caught Maverick's attention.

He approached Bradley who was sitting on the couch with his head on both of his palms. "Hey, Brad. Talk to me. What's going on with you?" Maverick sits beside him as he places his hand on Bradley's back.

"I'm fine, Mav. Don't worry about it." He says, running both of his hands through his hair before burying his face in his palms again.

"I wouldn't be asking if you are. You've been distracted during training for a while now. Talk to me, what's going on?"

Bradley sighs. "I...I kind of got involved with someone."

Maverick's eyes widened. "You got someone pregnant?"

"No, I didn't. God, Mav." Bradley groans as Maverick sighs in relief. "Oh, thank god. Then who did you got involved with?"

"(Y/N)."

"Well, she seems to be a nice girl. What's the problem?"

"Well, the problem is, she's Admiral Simpson's daughter. I can't get involved with an Admiral's daughter."

To Bradley's surprise, Maverick burst out laughing. Bradley looked at him in confusion. "You know, you might not be my son, but you sure take after me, too."

"What does that mean?"

Maverick calms himself before speaking. "Well, back in my prime, I was involved with an Admiral's daughter, too. It didn't get me in any sort of trouble like what you currently have in mind, but it did appear on my record."

"Your point is?"

Maverick taps Bradley's shoulder. "The point is, you might be worrying for nothing. It's not like you have plans on hurting the Admiral's daughter, right?"

Bradley shakes his head in response. "I don't, but it can hurt my career, Mav."

"Well then, you pick. Pursue the girl with clean intentions and be happy with her or be a mess like this forever and be the one to hurt your career because you wouldn't be able to think straight anymore."

"Are you saying I should risk it?"

"Well, if you're fine with waiting for 30 years to take her dad out of the picture, then don't risk it."

Bradley chuckles. "30 years? Who the hell waits that long, Mav?"

Maverick shrugged. "I did." Bradley leans back in surprise. "You know who the Admiral's daughter is?"

"No way.."

"That's right, It's Penny Benjamin." Maverick smiles to himself as he looks at Bradley.

"There's no way I'm going to wait that long, Mav." Bradley stands from his seat as Maverick did, too. "Go for it, son." He tapped Bradley's shoulder before Bradley ran out of the ready room, thinking about the places you might be at the moment.

Good thing he knew just where to look.

You brushed your hair as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Was I not attractive enough? You thought. You didn't really know what to think at the moment. You did everything in your power to get him, but he didn't want to.

You sighed as you rolled your eyes and thought that it was his loss anyway. While you were deep in your thoughts, you heard a loud thump on your balcony as you were brushing your hair.

You quickly grabbed something random from your dresser as you stood up, making your way toward the curtained balcony. You gasped in horror when a tall, broad, hooded man pushed the curtains aside and made himself known before you.

You threw the thing you were holding toward him, which turned out to be a wooden hairbrush, that hit him on the head. "Ow, what was that for?" The mysterious man winced in pain.

Your brows creased in confusion. That voice, it's familiar.

"W-Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?!"You asked, grabbing your unplugged hair straightener as you pointed it at him. The man pushed his hoodie back and revealed who he was.

It was Bradley.

However, since you were still furious with him, you threw the thing you were holding at him anyway. This time, he was able to dodge it as he looked at you with a baffled expression. "What the hell are you doing in my room and how did you even get past the guards?"

Bradley shrugged. "I have my ways," He took a step closer as he sighed. "I'm here to talk to you."

"There's nothing to talk about, okay? You made it perfectly clear that I meant nothing to you---"

"Okay, I didn't mean it, okay? I didn't mean all of it. I just...I was scared that maybe you're just flirting with me and I didn't want to risk my career for nothing, but I really can't stop thinking about you. You keep messing with my head and--"

You crossed your arms, leaning beside the intercom in your room. "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

Bradley sighed as he pointed at the balcony. "I think I've proven myself well enough, considering the fact that I could've died down there in the hands of your guards."

"It's not my fault you snuck in like a thief," You said as you pushed yourself away from the wall, making your way toward him. "Is that all you have to say for yourself?" You added, trailing your hand up his chest to his nape, making him look down at you.

"Well, I..uh..I want to ask you out on a date.." He mindlessly said as he drowned himself in your eyes. God, you were beautiful. He thought.

"That was the lamest thing I've ever heard." You giggled before pulling him in for a deep kiss. He pulled you in, gripping your waist for dear life.

The kiss was passionate and all that both of you didn't notice that the door suddenly opened, revealing your dad and his fuming disposition. You immediately broke the kiss and gently pushed Bradley away as both of you composed yourselves.

"What. is. the. meaning. of. this?!"

Your eyes widened at your dad's exasperated question as you looked at Bradley. "I must've accidentally pressed the intercom button earlier."

"It's okay, I'll talk to him." He gave you a small smile before you sighed and cursed yourself.

"You, young man. Out. You're going to explain yourself in detail how and why the hell are you in my house and why on earth would you even dare touch my daughter." Bradley nodded slightly as he walked towards the door.

"Dad--"

"You stay out of this, (Y/N). I'll talk to you later." Your dad said with finality in his voice, slamming your door shut.

You sighed as you bit your lip, remembering the kiss from earlier,

What an idiot, he could've just went straight to the entrance and talked to your dad. Instead, he settled with the thought of sneaking in the Admiral's home; worse, inside the Admiral's daughter's room and was caught red-handed.

You smiled at his idiotic ways and laid in your bed, thinking about what could happen to Bradley.

Surely, he wouldn't be subjected to any torture or any sorts of punishment.

This arrangement was bound to happen anyway whichever ways he could have done it.

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starry-night-author · 8 months

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*pathetically crawls out of a bog or something covered in muck* hi hello I'm an idiot and accidentally deleted a whole finished prompt -_- so here we go again rewriting it :) I'm so mad :)

Anyway an anon asked for something like a poly hero x supervillain x villain story where the villains won forever ago but kept Hero around as a captive, and eventually grew fond of them and they're together now. Which �� I have to say that's a fantastically interesting idea 👀

Prompt #24

A bishop was slid across the board. "Aaaaand checkmate!"

Hero groaned, falling forward until their forehead rested on the table. "Of course it is. Your third one today."

"Mm-hm." On the other side of the table, Superhero made a big show of knocking Hero's king off the board.

"This is truly my lowest point," Hero sighed. "Beaten every time we've played today."

"Every time we've played this week," Superhero reminded them with a smug smile. They were teasing, they knew Hero didn't really care if they won or not. "Want to go again?"

Hero let out another loud groan, and Superhero laughed.

They moved to pick up the pieces for another game, always wanting Hero to stay longer. They'd even let them win a few times if it meant they didn't have to go.

A ding echoed throughout the mostly empty room, and Hero immediately sat up, pulling out their phone. "Sorry, hold on one second."

The cheery playful mood in was quick to fade as Superhero watched Hero's face, Superhero's own grin slipping from their features as Hero's smile grew. The hero began typing, thumbs flying across the keyboard as they chuckled at something on the screen.

This happened every time.

Hero got distracted, forgot all about Superhero in a snap.

They wouldn't be playing another round.

"Sorry, just a second, Supervillain's asking about dinner plans and stuff."

"Hm." Superhero picked up Hero's king that they'd knocked off the board, gazing at it for a moment. Then they set it down and began picking up the rest of the pieces, putting them away rather than setting them up for another game. There was no point.

"I don't know if I can do another game," Hero said distractedly, still not looking up at them. They hadn't seen that Superhero was already putting it all away. "Villain just got done for today, they said they're coming to pick me up."

"Hm." It really didn't matter what Superhero said to that, they could've told Hero they were pregnant and that Hero was the other parent and Hero wouldn't have reacted. They'd almost entirely forgotten Superhero already.

Despite this, oddly enough, the first sign that things had changed had started when Hero started visiting Superhero more and more often. Superhero had been confused as to why they'd been allowed to, before things had finally clicked when Hero's prison outfit had disappeared in favor of more expensive clothes. It was finally when the electric manacles that Superhero wore on their wrists and ankles had disappeared from Hero's body that Superhero finally realized what was going on.

"Yeah, because things are getting settled in more they get to work less hours! Supervillain still has to work for the rest of the day, though."

"Shame." Superhero really didn't care.

Hero weren't a prisoner anymore. Somehow, Hero was free.

They'd never told Superhero this, but it'd been obvious months ago. By now, Superhero would've been delusional if they thought Hero was still meant to be in a cell like them.

As that shift happened they began to drift apart from Superhero, visiting them not quite as often and never actually focusing on them. They were there, but they didn't really see Superhero, never really heard them. Only paying attention when they were trying not to lose at chess, only ever talking about how great their partners were.

Hero was free, and they were comfortable. They weren't going to throw that all away to try and help out Superhero and the countless other heroes imprisoned in cells similar to theirs.

Superhero watched as Hero chuckled at something one of their partners had probably texted them, their fingers moving quickly to respond. Their smile sent a pang through Superhero's heart.

The first feeling was of the utter sadness of being left out. Even if they still came to visit them, Hero had an entire life outside of them, outside of the white walls and bright lights that were all Superhero had known for the last two years. They got to go home to their partners and a fancy dinner, while Superhero was stuck here, forgotten.

They weren't sure why Hero kept visiting them, even when they made it so obvious that they didn't care about them. They'd engage for a little bit, but then Superhero could actually watch the moment Hero stopped paying attention.

Part of them wondered if Hero wasn't really coming back for them, but rather just trying to cling onto something from their old life.

Superhero wasn't quite sure how they felt about that.

The second feeling was one of anger. Hero was just fine with walking out of here, leaving Superhero and all the other heroes behind and going home. They'd done nothing so far to try and help Superhero out of here, not wanting to disrupt their new life. They walked free, free of the manacles, free of guilt. And Superhero didn't understand how.

The third realization was that even though Hero was here, Superhero had lost them.

Somehow that feeling was worse than the first two.

There came a loud blaring horn that blasted throughout the room, Hero jumped and nearly dropped their phone. Superhero, who was used to the sound, raised an eyebrow at them.

"Sorry," they smiled apologetically. "Not used to that."

Which was only a further sign that Hero was no longer a prisoner.

The sound indicated the opening of the outer cell door, and sure enough, Superhero looked up to see the huge vault-like door sliding smoothly open.

Villain stepped inside, dark clothes buffeting out behind them, the heels of their shoes clicking loudly on the white tiled floor.

Hero jumped up. "Villain!" They exclaimed, rushing over to their partner. "I didn't know you were here already- and I didn't think you'd come all the way in here!"

"Yeah, well, I wanted to walk you out." Villain slid a hand around Hero's waist, kissing their cheek before looking around the cell. "Besides, I haven't been here in a while, I thought I'd check in on the security of the cells."

"It's working fine, like usual," Superhero grumbled.

They sat on the other side of a wall of laser bars, the bars had previously split in front of them to allow the table that they'd been using to play chess to fit between them. Now that the cell door had been open the bars had slid closed, and Superhero was more closed off from the two of them. Another sign that they weren't really a part of Hero's new life.

Villain glowered at them, but otherwise didn't respond. They made sure Superhero knew their attention was now entirely focused on Hero. "We should probably get back now, Supervillain volunteered for me to make dinner and I want to have it finished by the time we get home."

"Yes!" Hero pumped their fist. "Your cooking is always the best!"

Villain smiled, already pulling them out of the cell.

While it was obvious that the way Hero immediately forgot about them was genuine, Villain was purposefully trying their hardest to show to Superhero that they weren't important here.

Superhero wasn't standing for that. "See you later, Hero!"

Hero blinked, glancing back as if they were just remembering Superhero was still there. Perhaps they were. "Oh, yeah, see you!"

In that moment, Superhero had never been able to empathize more with a discarded used tissue.

There came another blaring horn as Villain opened the cell door again, and the next thing Superhero knew Hero was completely out of sight.

Superhero was alone now in the bright white empty room.

The sound of the door closing seemed to echo a thousand time.

Hero stared at the door for a long while, taking deep breaths. They were not going to cry over someone who wouldn't have even spared them a second thought.

Letting out one more sigh they stood, moving over to their small bed in the corner of the cell.

They knew it would only be a matter of time before Hero stopped visiting them completely, before Hero's partners managed to completely drag them away from Superhero.

And they knew that their feeling of being forgotten now would be nothing in comparison to what it would feel like when they were left behind for good.

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yril-writes · 10 months

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— PARTNERS

synopsis ; years have passed and you mysteriously came back from the dead, and from the moment you've been revived only one goal in mind came to you and that is to see your partner.

scenario ; you've made a contract with a devil to bring you back, but this is not meant to go on forever. Until you achieved your goal you live, that is why you came looking for them causing havoc to an extent even.

type ; drabble

include/s ; kishibe

pairing/s ; kishibe x gn! reader

genre ; angst and a mountain filled with sad corn

"Who would've thought I'd see you like this again." that same familiar voice tone, made you look back only to see a not so familiar face. He looked older and by the looks of it the man standing behind you had these empty eyes, smoking cigarettes like there's no tomorrow, he shrugs and takes a step closer to you. "You, have I met you somewhere?" he raises your chin to take a good look, to the left and to the right then he sees something familiar with a birth mark, shaped almost like a flower. He racks his brain, trying so hard to remember who is this human nor devil in front of him. But you didn't speak, too speechless to even say a word, now that you had a closer look at him as well you knew him by his scent and by those pesky cigarettes of him. (Kishibe, it's been a long time...I'm sorry I had to erase your memories back then.) Kishibe doesn't remember a thing, he doesn't remember his first partner before Quanxi came along, it's because that partner of his died the first week in the job. And the catch is that, ever since then he doesn't remember even having a partner or the small tiny moments they had, just like a bubble, popped and disappeared into thin air. And that bubble was you. You made a contract with the Dream Devil, and for the last time you implanted that the day you died is nothing but just a mere dream for him, so that he could forget. (Kishibe, it's really good to see you again like this...) giving a smile, Kishibe furrowed his eyebrows perplexed as to why this shadow figure in front of him seemed familiar a while ago and then turned into this. "A fiend. Why did you seem familiar to me? Do you perhaps know me?"taking a stance, he grabs a knife from his coat and points it towards you. "You may not know me but I know you, nothing about me seems interesting at all. But you, you are interesting, Kishibe.) covering more of yourself with the shadows of darkness the more you feel alive and strong, but of course you expected to be killed by this. Before you could've explained something you were slain without hesitations. On your last breath you removed the curse from Kishibe, it took a toll on him to remember it all, but he does now. And even more, because he had slain you. Cemetery, yes, the place where he mostly goes. Now looking down at the grave, he remembered why he would always stand on this peculiar grave he knew nothing of, it was because this was the grave of his first partner that had died. You didn't want to burden him, you didn't want to blame himself to what had happened to you, so your last resort was to make him forget and it did work. He forgot. "You, you are a complete fool. When you became my partner I told you not to break easily, and within a week you died. And the worst thing is for you to be cursing me for years now, I underestimated you. You are strong even the dead couldn't stop the curse...did you only come back to lift this stupid curse, from an old man? If so, thank you..." leaving a bouquet of flowers on the grave stone, he walks like the wind swiftly away from the grave. "I see you now..." he utters as the wind carries away those words to the horizon.

a/n ; thinking of making more chainsaw man fanfictions in the future, I've been obsessed with csm and have these cool ideas to put together with!

taglist ; @sammushy @ryuuudesuwa @gcj-doesart @jasugoi

masterlist ; more stories here!

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anangelwhodidntfall · 11 months

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Or if you don't want to do that

A scenario of where Reader was bit by dig as child ( has mark to prove it) and is now afraid of dogs, but our loving partners realise because everytime they are with max you avoid them within a 30 ft radius and help you get over your fear by slowing introducing you to max

Or both even you choose ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway have a good day/afternoon/evening/night

sorry forgot to put the thank you in advance thank ❤❤❤

Cuddly Boy: Ariel x Reader x Prince Eric

You loved all animals and weren't afraid of them until a dog bitten you when you were a child, you had come ashore one day and saw the dog. You had walked over and briefly put your hand towards its head to give it some rubs when it bit you making you cry out and ever since then you've been afraid of any type of dog.

You and your two lovers had been out walking around when Max came running up to you making a shriek and back away from him. Your two lovers were loving on Max when they noticed you weren't there, they looked up and saw you about half a mile down the beach.

"Y/n, come here, he just wants love." Ariel said.

"I'm good, you guys give him all the love you want." You said as they looked at each other.

They both shared a look not sure why you were acting like this but shook it off as Max went off to find Grimsby. The next time it happened you had been in your room getting ready when he came in excitedly jumping on you making you scared you screamed jumping onto the dresser as Eric and Ariel came running in worried about you.

"Get it out!" You said through tears as your lovers looked at you confused.

Ariel walked Max out of the room and went to go grab you some water while Eric gently scooped you in his arms and carried you over to the bed. He gently rocked in his arms rubbing his hand up and down your back worried about you, Ariel returned with a glass of water and handed it to you with a small smile.

"Y/n, my love can you tell us why you are afraid of Max?" Ariel asked gently.

"I never used to be afraid of dogs until I got bit by one." You said as realization hit your lovers.

"You were bit by one?" They asked.

"I was. It was probably the first time I came ashore here, I had seen this dog so I had walked over and went to pet it and when I went to pet it, it bit me hard and since then I have this scar and have been afraid of them." You said showing them the scar on your wrist.

"Oh y/n, we had no idea, I'm so sorry." They said squeezing your hand.

"You know Max isn't like that? He's actually a big cuddly bear." Eric said looking at you.

"Can we try to introduce him to you?" Ariel asked you as you nodded your head.

Ariel sat with you rubbing a hand up and down your arm helping to keep you calm while Eric walked in with Max. He kneeled before you and held Max in his arms as Max smothered him with his kisses.

"Ready we are just going to gently touch him for now but if it becomes too much just let us know, okay?" She asked grabbing your hand as you nodded your head.

She took your hand with hers and brought it to Max's fur and gently ran along it, which made you smile at how soft it was. You slowly let go of her hand and started petting him on your own which he seemed to love as your lovers smiled at you.

"How was that baby?" Eric asked you as Max ran off.

"Not as bad as I thought it was going to be, he's so fluffy." You said with a smile.

Slowly every day they would work with you to introduce you to Max until one day you felt comfortable enough to find Max on your own. He had followed you into your room, so you invited him up on your bed where he smothered you with kisses and cuddled with him. Your lovers could hear your giggles and were curious about what you were giggling at, and peeked their heads in the room where they saw you playing with Max making them smile.

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wandering-words · 1 year

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30 for avanine if you haven't already, plz and ty🫶

(Ok for anyone keeping track, I’ve fulfilled 3, 8, 12, 13, 17, 24, 25, 27, 36 but if anyone wants to see anything else then just send me an ask!)

Thank you for this ask! This is a reimagining of Ava and Vanetta meeting hehe.

Hope you enjoy :)

30 - ‘this is my husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner etc.’

Janine didn’t know why she let Erika drag her to the hookah club again.

Nothing good ever came from Janine going to a club, if last time’s interactions with Gregory and Ava were any indication, but Erika reassured her that this time would be different.

“Come on, girl, what’s the likelihood that Gregory would show up again?” Erika said as she rifled through her closet, clicking her tongue as she pulled out dress after dress, each one making her mouth scrunch up in disgust before she kept looking.

Janine couldn’t argue with that.

“And you know you’d love it if he did,” Erika said with a shit-eating grin, and Janine rolled her eyes, trying desperately to hide that Erika was right.

Janine didn’t want to ruin their friendship, she really didn’t, but something about Gregory made her feel a certain type of way. It filled her with a warmth that she hadn’t even felt for Tariq.

He was just so kind, so thoughtful, so attentive, and it made Janine realize that she’d always deserved better than Tariq. Not that she thought less of him, just that she deserved more than someone whose gaze always passed over her. (And not just because she was short.)

“And you’re going to love what I picked out for you this time!”

The dress Erika chose for her was a bit different. It was another black dress with a slightly deeper neckline and long sleeves. Clearly black was becoming Janine’s signature color in Erika’s mind.

Erika pulled out a dark red dress for herself, sitting down in her makeup chair and putting on her makeup almost robotically, as if she did this every week. She brought out the brown in her eyes with the eyeliner, swiping the mascara brush against her lashes to make them look fuller, thicker, more enticing.

It almost made Janine insecure, the shorter woman settling for light foundation, mascara, and lip gloss, but it felt more authentically her. She was keeping her hair curly this time, too.

When they finally entered the club, Janine felt her insides swim with anxiety. The last time she’d gone clubbing was before winter break, and she forgot how overwhelming the environment was. Music blasted through the DJ’s speakers, the bass thumping through her body, and the place reeked of alcohol, sweat, sex, and cigarette smoke. The lighting was dark, sparse, and had purple undertones.

All of the new stimulation was enough for Janine to feel overwhelmed, feeling the anxious feeling in her stomach churning more threateningly, but then Erika guided Janine’s fingers to rest in the crook of Erika’s elbow.

“Just follow me, I know this is still new to you,” Erika said, and Janine felt her stomach settle just a little bit at Erika’s coaxing.

“Okay,” Janine said with a nervous laugh, following her friend to the bar where she ordered different drinks for them. She handed Janine another tequila sunrise, and Janine enjoyed the sharpness of the orange mixed with the sweetness of the grenadine, regretting not having more of her drink the last time.

But she didn’t get to enjoy her drink much more than last time, as she saw two people who managed to make her stomach churn with that all-familiar anxiety.

The club lights seemed to focus on one person, and when Janine looked over to see who it was, she felt her heart leap into her throat.

The woman in question had dark, wavy hair and Janine recognized the wide, knowing smile, one that was never directed at her, she only got a raised eyebrow and a flat-lined smile.

It was her mom.

The formidable, absent, Vanetta Teagues.

Just her luck. The woman who was “too busy” to visit Janine at work or at home, despite living not too far from the school or Janine’s apartment, apparently wasn’t too busy to stop herself from grinding on men at the club.

What was worse was seeing the woman behind her mother.

It was none other than Ava Coleman, and it looked like the two of them were… friends?

Ava looked at Vanetta almost admiringly, and Janine felt her body tense uncomfortably.

How was it that Janine had to fight for every morsel of attention Ava gave her, only to be rewarded with insults, while her mother, who seemingly had everything, won Ava over through a single interaction?

Then Ava locked eyes with the shorter woman, and she saw Ava give her a half-smile in acknowledgement, which was honestly more than Janine thought she’d get. She sauntered over to Janine quickly and confidently, not hiding the way she appraised Janine’s body on the way over.

“Janine Teagues, back at the club? Wouldn’t have guessed that,” Ava said in a way of greeting, smiling one of her showmanship smiles at the shorter woman before downing the shot in her hand. Janine grimaced, but Ava didn’t break a sweat.

Janine was looking from Ava and back to her mom, hoping that her mom wouldn’t notice her. Part of her hoped desperately that, because her mom never really paid any attention to Janine anyway, that she wouldn’t see the two of them together.

No such luck.

“Janine, baby, is that you?” Vanetta said, her voice pitching higher at the end of her question. She wrapped her daughter in a bone-crushing hug, and Janine cringed at the smell of her mom’s musky perfume mixed with vodka.

Ava furrowed her brow, clearly confused as she looked between an uncomfortable Janine and a beaming Vanetta.

“You two know each other?”

Janine sighed. It was now or never.

“Ava, this is… my mom.”

For the first time possibly ever, Ava looked speechless. Then her mouth hardened into a sharp frown, and she looked at Vanetta accusingly.

“You didn’t mention anything about having a daughter.” Her words came out almost bitterly, looking between the two of them with a visual growing confusion on her face, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked between them.

“But you’re so cool and Janine is so…”

Vanetta kissed her teeth, looking Ava up and down as if ready to take her. Janine was almost flattered that her mom was willing to take someone for her, but she didn’t want this to haunt her, and it wasn’t worth it, Ava threw petty insults her way every day.

Janine opened her mouth to say so, but then Ava’s arm was wrapped around Janine’s shoulders and she was pressing a feather-light kiss to the side of Janine’s head.

“Relax, this is my girlfriend. She knows I love her.”

Janine couldn’t prevent her eyes from widening comically wide, but then Ava was murmuring in her left ear, “just go with it, I can handle it,” before plastering another one of her showman smiles on her face.

What was worse was that Janine felt the few sips of her drink turning in her stomach, feeling almost like the anxiety she felt when she first walked into the club. But this feeling wasn’t entirely unpleasant, it was just… new?

Because Janine could still feel her skin tingling from where Ava kissed her. And Ava’s arm wasn’t an oppressive weight on her shoulders, in fact, it was comforting. It was steady, it was there, it was warm, and it was the most physical affection Janine had gotten since her breakup with Tariq.

She suppressed the urge to burrow herself closer to the warmth Ava provided, thinking that Ava would probably pull away if Janine tried to get closer.

Ava was only doing this to save her own skin. Not for me.

Vanetta looked between the two of them and laughed. “I always told her to go for girls, and she never listened to me. I’m surprised that she went for… you.”

Janine felt a rush of indignation flow through her before feeling another wave of surprise at her indignation.

Ava was always insulting her and goading her, but Janine knew that underneath all of her bravado and unflinching charisma, she was kind, even warm.

She wanted to defend Ava, and what was stopping her?

“I don’t need your approval,” Janine said, trying to keep the bite out of her voice. It was hard to stay calm and level-headed when she was at an overwhelmingly loud club that constantly reeked of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and sweat, and when she was trying desperately not to lean too much into Ava’s intoxicatingly floral smell and comfortingly warm embrace, even if it was just from the side.

Vanetta looked like she was about to fight her own daughter for a second before letting out a hollow laugh, sounding eerily like a hyena. “I know, baby. I just want you to know your worth.”

Ironic words from a woman who often insinuated, time and time again, that Janine wasn’t worth her.

Before Janine could question herself, she pressed a chaste kiss to Ava’s cheek, leaning on her tiptoes to do so. She felt Ava’s arm tighten across her shoulders in response, but Janine didn’t miss Ava’s small, genuine smile as Janine made the gesture.

“Well, she’s worth it to me.”

Maybe this wasn’t as fake as she thought.

For either of them.

#abbott elementary #janine teagues #ava coleman #ava x janine #avanine #vanetta teagues #I love writing this woman #like so much #and thanks again for the ask

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kagejima · 2 years

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Listen for Sukuna Sunday all I can think about is this one really bad sukuna and yuji fanfic where the itadori twins move into the house across the street (bc I just moved into my new house today) and Sukuna is this mean beefy dude with tattoos and piercings but will like mow your lawn and carry your groceries for you bc he’s secretly a softie - @illegal-spiegel

Ayyyyy congrats on moving to your new house!!

Also though?? TBH?? dream man. if it's tattoo and piercing covered beefy mean sukuna but he's also very sweet with you. it reminds me of my own partner, he's covered in tattoos and piercings and is beefy and tall and he LOOKS like he's mean but he's really not, he's only mean to you if you're an asshole fadsfjhdaskl.

anyways-- mmmm beefy tattoo and piercing covered sukuna au time, let's see what i can come up with

twins yuji and sukuna who move in across the street from you in your little suburban neighborhood, who you find it hard to believe they're twins. even though they both have the same bubble gum pink hair, one looks sweet and the other one looks sour.

when you bring over some cookies later in the afternoon after they've finished moving in their stuff, it's the sour one that answers the door.

you thought it was a good idea to bring cookies over, just your cliche friendly neighborhood gesture to welcome them, but the mean stare the sour one is giving you is making you second guess yourself.

you're just standing there on their doorstep with a plate of chocolate chip cookies in hand, and the sour one hasn't said a word to you, he's just looking at the plate of cookies and then back up at you.

it's the middle of summer and he has a ratty old shirt on that's been ripped into a tank top... something about "TODO'S GYM" on the front of it.... with a pair of black basketball shorts - the muscles in his arms and the thickness of his thighs show he goes to that same gym on his shirt regularly, and the tattoos on his perfectly defined arms make you a little nervous for some reason.

he has a small silver hoop on his bottom lip and some small black plugs with a flower design on them perched inside his earlobes. it's the type of man your mother told you to stay away from because they would break your heart and not give a shit.

"sukuna, who is it??" you hear someone else call from inside the house.

"i don't fucking know. they have cookies though." sukuna says.

the door swings open wider and the sweet one appears by the sour one's side, his smile and warmth making up for the cold demeanor of the other.

"hi!!!! i'm yuji!!!" the sweet one tells you, holding out his hand for you to shake.

sukuna notices you're trying to shake yuji's hand while still holding onto the cookies, so he takes the cookies from you with a little more force than he means to.

he feels like a fool though.

in his defense, it's because he thinks you're cute and he forgot proper manners. proper manners that yuji is always yelling at him about that he needs to have.

"won't you come in??" yuji asks you, and his request is impossible to decline, because his golden retriever energy makes you feel more at ease.

"no, yuji. we have a lot of unpacking still to do." sukuna protests, but yuji waves him off.

"it's not a big deal! they can keep us company while we unpack and tell us about what it's like living here!" yuji says.

with hesitancy, sukuna opens the door wider for you, mumbles a "please come in", and you with equal hesitancy come inside their home.

except, for the next hour, you're in the kitchen sitting at the breakfast bar and watching yuji unpack while telling him about the neighborhood and what there is to do in the city.

because sukuna is in an extra bedroom down the hall unpacking all of his music equipment, far away from you and yuji, because you've made him nervous.

why have you made him nervous though? is it because he thinks you're cute?

he usually doesn't get flustered like this.

he's had to fight off people who were trying to steal his band's equipment at the end of a gig, he's had to defend yuji from assholes who wouldn't leave him alone (it's always been this way, ever since childhood), he's had to be the stronger twin for yuji and protect not only himself but the both of them.

so why is it you, a silly little neighbor that showed up with a plate of cookies, is what's making his heart race now?

#sukuna fluff #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna #rae's sukuna sundays #!!!!!!!!! I LOVED WRITING THIS!!!!!!!#IF ANYBODY WANTS MORE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!!!!!#writing warmups

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smartycvnt · 2 years

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match of the night

pairing: liv morgan x reader

summary: liv surprises you after the two of you win the tag titles together.

It wasn't WrestleMania, but it was still something. With Vince in charge, you'd barely been used enough to be considered a jobber. Hunter had built you a steady push over the course of the year and now you were the main event of Summer Slam. The tag titles were back in circulation and had been used correctly this time, given the proper showing and respect they deserved. Tonight, you'd be going out there with your tag partner and girlfriend, Liv Morgan, and winning them.

"Nervous?" Sasha asked as she nudged you. You jumped a little, not having realized anybody had approached you. Behind you stood Sasha and Naomi, just two of your opponents for this triple threat tag match.

"A little, yeah. I've never won a title before. My first time being in the conversation even and I get to walk away with the win, it feels a little too good to be true," you admitted. Sasha knew how it felt to be overlooked. Most of the locker room thought you deserved this, so they had rallied for you when the meeting happened to decide who was winning after Mania.

"Just, remember to soak it all in. You only get to win your first title once," Sasha told you. You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down before joining Sasha with the rest of your opponents and your tag partner. Liv was busy talking with Dakota and Bayley about something, but she shot a smile your way. Iyo and Naomi were staring at you, which made you think something was definitely up with tonight. You didn't get time to ask any questions though because your music hit.

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"AND NEW TAG TEAM WOMEN'S CHAMPIONS-," the ring announcer began. Liv interrupted him though, grabbing a microphone from Sasha, who had been laying on the outside.

"Are you happy Y/n?" Liv asked you. You nodded, unsure of where this was going. You hadn't prepared for a promo or even been warned about a turn. You doubted a face turn would work well for your character, who had been a pain in everybody's side since the beginning. "I don't know how much time I have to do this, and I know it's sort of a cop out asking you this in front of a huge crowd, but so many of our friends are here."

"Liv, what are you going on about?" you asked her. It wasn't picked up by the mics or cameras. Liv reached into her bra, where you knew she kept crystals, and pulled out a ring. She looked over to the crowd where your family was sitting and then kneeled down in front of you. "Liv, what are you doing?"

"Six years ago, you were walking through the parking lot for the PC and you fell into my car. You dented it trying to catch yourself, and I should have known then that you were the type to make a big impact. We weren't always friends with each other, but once I learned what it was like to be close to you, I learned what it was like to have a soulmate. I know what it's like to be with the love of my life, and I just want to make sure that it's forever. Y/n, will you marry me?" Liv's little speech brought tears to your eyes. You had already been emotional from winning the titles, but this overpowered that completely. In fact, as you accepted Liv's proposal and kissed her, you forgot that you were standing in the middle of the ring.

The crowd roared around you and Liv, loud enough to shake the ring. The ref handed over your belts and you walked backstage with your opponents, all of them crowding you and Liv a little. Dakota and Liv were gushing about how romantic the proposal was while Naomi and Sasha gushed over your ring. When you make it backstage, all eyes were on you. It wasn't in a bad way this time, which you were grateful for. There were congratulations all around and it felt nice just to be able to celebrate a big win with the people who had been helping you reach the top over the past year.

"I've got one more surprise," Liv said as she grabbed onto your hand. You let her pull you through the backstage area until you reached the locker room door. Truth was standing in front of the door, dressed in a very nice suit. "Patience has never really been my thing, so I was kind of hoping you'd be cool with getting married back here."

"It's impolite to keep a girl waiting," you reasoned. Liv smiled and turned to Truth, who got right to officiating. It was a bit ridiculous, but all the paperwork was legitimate, and Liv promised to do a nice ceremony for both of your families to attend later on when the two of you had some time off. You had come into the stadium full of nerves and left as both tag team champion and Liv's wife. All in all, you had to admit this was the best night of your life.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #liv morgan imagines #liv morgan imagine #liv morgan x reader #liv morgan

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dweetwise · 1 year

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[Jeff X Ace] Full of surprises

Jeff learns something new about Ace. Rated M | Light smut, d/s, sub drop 1.5k words | ao3 link

”You never told me you’re a dom!”

Ace's affronted exclamation made Jeff look up from stocking a toolbox. The gambler was leaning over him, hands on his hips and looking down at Jeff with a demanding stare.

They were on the edge of the survivor camp, yet some of the others had clearly heard Ace's little outburst. Nea let out a snort and Bill threw his hands up before power-walking away in a clear sentiment of 'I'm not drunk enough for this shit.'

If Ace wanted to have this conversation within earshot of the others, so be it.

“Huh." Jeff gave a one-shoulder shrug. "Guess it never came up,”

Ace's gasp was as dramatic as it was fake, but the corner of his mouth twitched up as he struggled to keep a straight face.

“You’re withholding a vital piece of information!" Ace argued. "I had to find out during a poker game from Ash—Ash! Do you have any idea how unfair it is that that gossip-hungry bastard knows my boyfriend better than me!?”

Jeff bit back a comment about pots and kettles and merely watched as Ace went on a rant, hands moving in a blur above his head as he gestured vigorously.

“This is like a whole new side of you I never knew!" Ace said. "I thought relationships were supposed to be based on trust! Why would you keep something like this from me?”

Ace actually pouted, then, seemingly trying to imitate a kicked puppy and finally giving Jeff a chance to respond.

“Because you’re not a sub,” Jeff explained calmly.

Ace scoffed. “I could absolutely be a sub!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Jeff caught Nea shaking her head and mouthing an exaggerated ‘No’ to a snickering Meg.

“But you’re not," Jeff said. "And even if I used to be involved in the scene, it's not something I need from a partner. I think you’re perfect exactly as you are."

The compliment made Ace fidget and clear his throat. “At least let me try.”

“Alright," Jeff relented. "What’s your safeword?”

“…Well, you see—”

“You don’t even have one, do you?”

“I’m thinking!”

–

Jeff had never shied away from admitting he was wrong, and he was thrilled when that turned out to be the case with Ace.

As Jeff soon found out, Ace only needed minimal guidance to fall into a more submissive role in bed. Though he was far from passive, Ace was in fact capable of following orders—

"Put your hands against the tree."

"Make me."

—For the most part.

It shouldn't have been a surprise that Ace turned out to be a bratty type of sub. Luckily, Jeff could work with that.

"Hmm," Jeff said. "No, I don't think I will."

If Ace was just going to push back to get some sort of rise out of Jeff, he was fighting a losing battle. Rather than go along with Ace's goading and manhandle him into place or give another smack to the already reddening skin of Ace's ass, Jeff switched his touch to a gentle teasing, his touch feather-light on Ace’s heated skin.

"Wha…?" Ace said. “Come on, I was bad, punish me!”

“Not a very good punishment if you enjoy it more than your reward,” Jeff murmured against the skin of his neck.

He pinned Ace's chest against the tree with his bigger frame, rendering him mostly immobile. Jeff's fingers trailed over a bony hip before ghosting down Ace's leaking shaft, making the gambler feebly attempt to buck up into the touch.

"Nngh, tease," Ace whined. “What happened to the spanking?”

So impatient.

“New rules,” Jeff rumbled. “If you’re good, I’ll make it worth your while. If you’re bad, I’ll slow down until you can’t even think straight.”

Ace grunted in annoyance. "Not fair." His thighs were straining with the effort to grind against Jeff’s hand.

Jeff nosed against the baby hairs on Ace's neck. “Still remember your word?”

“Yeah,” Ace breathed. "Tramposo."

"Very good."

Ace sighed happily at the praise and Jeff smiled over having learned something new.

–

They settled easily into this new aspect of their relationship.

But, sometimes, Jeff forgot just how unfamiliar all of it was to Ace.

“That was pretty amazing, not gonna lie," Ace said one such time.

They were both still coming out of their respective headspaces after a successful scene. Ace was lounging on his back, a lazy smile on his face as Jeff carefully cleaned him up with a rag.

Ace's arms were still trembling from being restrained for so long. There were red marks of rope burn on his wrists that Jeff made a mental note to spread some herbal lotion on later.

“I loved it too. The rope was a great idea,” Jeff said. He placed a peck on Ace’s heated forehead before turning away to dispose of the used cloth.

With his back turned to Ace, he started gathering their discarded clothes throughout the small campsite. As Ace preferred lazing around and enjoying the afterglow, it was usually up to Jeff to take care of cleanup.

Right as he was reaching for Ace's shirt hanging from a nearby tree branch, Jeff heard a choked whimper.

He whipped around, only to find Ace sitting up and staring at his trembling hands, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“What the fuck—” Ace started with an unsteady voice, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.

Jeff was by his side in an instant and pulled him into his arms.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Jeff said, hugging Ace tight against him. “I shouldn’t have left you alone. I’m so sorry.”

“What’s happening? Why on god's green earth am I bawling?” Ace’s voice was rising in pitch, a panicked edge to it.

“Shh,” Jeff murmured against Ace’s hairline. “It’s just a sub drop. Completely normal.”

“I’m not a crier, I swear!” Ace tried to argue.

Leave it to Ace to be worried about his ego at a time like this.

“It can happen to anyone,” Jeff reassured. “Just let me hold you and we'll see if it goes away.”

For a moment, Ace tensed and looked like he wanted to protest. But eventually he gave in, collapsing into Jeff's embrace with a broken sob.

Jeff cradled his lover's head and kept talking. “You did so well. You’re perfect, and I love you so much.”

Ace choked back a whine and clutched at Jeff's back.

“Everything’s okay," Jeff murmured. "Take your time. There's no rush."

Jeff kept petting Ace’s hair and pretended not to notice the tears and snot running down his shoulder. Throughout all these years, he'd never seen Ace cry, but had experienced first hand how subspace could do funny things to one's emotions. Regardless, Ace sharing this moment with him felt both precious and fragile.

Once the worst seemed to have passed, Jeff spoke up again. “Talk to me, Ace. How do you feel?”

“It’s so dumb," Ace choked out. A hysteric laugh escaped among the tears. “First I was on cloud nine, everything felt incredible but then… you left, and it was like—like everything came rushing back and I was alone, even though I could see you were right there.”

“That's not dumb,” Jeff said. “I've seen people with years of experience drop much harder for the same reasons. You didn't do anything wrong.”

Ace exhaled heavily against him and, god, Jeff loved him so much.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Jeff promised. "I’ll always be here for you, for as long as you want me.”

Ace nodded against Jeff's shoulder and hugged him tighter.

They stayed like that for a good while. Guilt gnawed deep within Jeff's heart, yet he tried not to blame himself. Now he at least had a much better idea of how to properly care for Ace after a scene.

Eventually, Ace pulled away. “Ugh, I’m sorry." He grimaced. “This is pretty embarrassing. Talk about being clingy.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Jeff said, kissing Ace's cheek and the dried tears there. “It would take much more than a few tears to make me love you any less."

“You’re such a teddy bear. A big, sappy teddy bear." Ace smiled, poking Jeff's belly playfully. “But thanks. The, uh… the cuddling helped a lot.”

"Of course," Jeff said. "Maybe we should wait before doing something like this again. If that was too intense for you—"

"What?" Ace balked, looking thoroughly offended. "No, nuh-uh, you are not taking this away from me. Just because I happened to cry a little doesn't mean I wanna stop."

Jeff blinked. "You don't?"

"Fuck no!" Ace exclaimed. "Now get back over here and kiss me and promise we're doing this again tomorrow. Because if you don't, I'll tie you up myself, I swear to god."

Jeff chuckled and obediently moved in for a smooch. "That's actually a pretty tempting offer."

At that, Ace's smile morphed into a downright lecherous grin. Jeff merely kissed him again and mentally prepared himself for yet another new step in their relationship.

#jefface #jeff johansen #ace visconti #dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #dweetwrites

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uhhlucid · 2 years

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pairing: hs!gojo x black!reader

synopsis: gojo was a tease even back in high school

word count: 494

type: one-shot/drabble

a/n: clearing my drafts so let's finish this drabble. reason its an x black reader was bc it was supposed to come out back in feb lol. maybe be a bit ooc bc i havent seen jjk since it came out

Y/n reluctantly made her way into the last class of the day. Gojo sat next to her and would constantly goof off with friends and talk about how he was the main character. She found it quite annoying, but a part of her was fascinated with him. He took his usual seat and their fellow classmates quickly copied off of one another's homework before class started.

Y/n didn't understand why they had to still take usual classes if they were just going to use cursed energy in the real word. After about thirty inevitable minutes of math, it was finally time for her favorite part of the day. Unfortunately it was ruined because her usual partner was out sick.

Gojo eagerly volunteered to step in. "I'd much rather just sit out today," Y/n mentioned. "It's fine. We won't even have to actually do anything. We can just act like we are." That would suggest they would be holding a conversation instead which Y/n didn't want to happen.

The duos set off in various parts of the training grounds and Gojo led her to a hidden clearing. He sat cross-legged and pat the ground besides him. "I feel like you hate me," he said with a smile. "Cause your a player. It's nothing personal really," she reluctantly sat as far away as she could. "Who told you that?" "All the women you've been with." "Your stubborn you know that?" "I just want to graduate is all. Your lucky ya know? Being born with all those limitless powers." He sighed. "Am I though?" For a second Y/n thought maybe it wasn't all that great for Gojo. His smile returned however. "Of course I am. I'm Gojo Satoru. The hottest and most powerful guy on the planet." "Forgot annoying," she muttered. "Maybe I should make that my slogan." "Your not a company." "Maybe I could be. Gojo Satoru. My own brand." "That sounds ridiculous." "And what will you do?" Y/n shrugged.

"Maybe I'll go out on commission. Haven't thought that far yet." He ran a hand through his white hair. "Most of the girls don't even have a mind of their own." "Sure they do." "Not the ones at the regular schools." "You just think that because of your special abilities. You can't expect them to know that much about the world if they don't have the tools." "Guess your right." He stood up. "Hey Y/n, can we call a truce? Maybe be friends?" She shrugged. She returned the fist bump. "Just don't go hitting on me. Ever." She emphasized the last part.

He smiled. "Now why would I do that? You made it clear you don't like me. Unless your available Saturday night." She hit him across the head. "Ow. I get it jeez. Just a little joke." "I don't joke like that," was all she said as she began walking back. Gojo watched her walk away, completely mesmerized.

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starlightsandshadows · 2 years

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Todo se fue a la chingada.

Summary: Patton and Virgil are breaking up after 6 months of dancing around it and faking the love that they don't have anymore. Warnings: Curses, anxiety attack, breakdown, fight, yelling, and breakup. There are no good or bad sides, it's just a relationship falling apart.

Word count: 1354

You can also read it here, in AO3!

"I promise I wanted to tell you! I just didn't know how..." He squirmed at the steely green glare.

"It was difficult, and if you think about it... it was kinda your fault too." He said but quickly regretted saying a word. "I mean..."

"Just stop, I can't believe I had to wait for this shit all this time!" He laughed exasperated, passing his fingers through his hair as he tried to calm down.

"Babe..." The blond man tried to get closer to the purple-haired one. "I'm sorry for taking this long to tell you, but I didn't..."

"Ya didn't trust me?" He chuckles and takes a step back, refusing to be touched by the other. "Don't make me laugh, Patton." A low growl could be heard after the name.

"I... How did you know?" The moral side was taken aback by the way his... probably ex-partner said his name. "What I mean is... it's not that I don't trust ya... It's just that your presence... Well..." He sighed, it was a hard topic to touch and the attitude taken by the other man was making Patton extremely uncomfortable.

"You have no idea how much I waited for these words, Patton." Virgil smiled, his cheeks red and puffed by full nights of crying. "I'm glad you're finally telling me what I thought all this time..."

"Virgil, don't do that..." Patton looked down, his heart ached as he tried to understand the weight of those words 'I waited for these words' What? Did he know? It's not possible, he hasn't told anyone anything!

"Listen, Patton... I'm tired of feeling like this!" He let go of a faux laugh and shake his head, "I'm tired of being patient, of being kind and empathetic. For once I just want to let go of everything I think and feel. And right now? Everything about you makes me angry."

"Talking about you? That's new..." Patton replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "It's not my fault you made me feel like that months ago!" He huffed, his heart pounding so hard he felt like it was going to explode.

"Oh, excuse me, I forgot with you it doesn't fucking matter that someone apologizes! That they genuinely feel bad and change. It just matters that you felt bad MONTHS AGO." Virgil shouted, the rage in his voice could be heard all the place.

"You fucked with my brain, with my trust. I can't just forgive you!" Patton growled fixing his glasses and huffing. "And even if you changed... I can't just... Move on, y'know?"

"Then go." Virgil sighed, tired of being the bad guy again. "Fucking go and don't come back. If you want a bad guy for your fucking fairytale, here I am."

"Stop trying to be a martyr, Virgil." Patton cut him off, growing angrier and angrier. "I stayed because you were trying to change! Because I loved you so deeply I didn’t want this to just... finish."

"Are you kidding me?" He laughed, shaking his head. "You don't even love me anymore, you are here because you are so afraid of being alone..." He stopped completely, shocked at his own words. "I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry-"

"You are right, I'm scared of the loneliness that will follow this breakup. I'm sorry I could never top Roman's love." Patton replied bitterly. "And maybe I stopped loving you that way but I swear to god I never stopped caring for you, loving our time together..." He finally added after some seconds of thinking.

"I wish I could believe you..." Virgil smiled a pained and sad smile at Patton, he could still remember the day everything went wrong.

After a month of stressful anxiety, he had a massive breakdown and everything was too much for him, sadly, Patton was also very stressed and needy and their personalities weren't good together in that type of scenario.

Virgil tried to escape Patton, hiding and lying every time he got, why Patton couldn't just leave him alone?! So, what happened next was just a cause-and-effect situation...

After half an hour of crying, Patton finally came to Virgil "Are you mad at me? I'm sorry if I did anything... I just need you..." He sobbed softly, cleaning his tears with the sleeve of his sweater.

"Patton... P-Please, I'm... I'm not in a g-good mood right now..." The purple-haired replied, anxiety rising with each word, he was semi-verbal and stressed, he couldn't handle this conversation but...

"Vee-vee... Please, I need you and I feel so lonely..." He tried to get closer to his partner, his chest hurt so bad and he needed his partner.

"Just- Shut up, why don't you leave me alone?! I-I'm so tired of you and how fuckin' needy y-you get, it's not my f-fault nobody else wants you around!" He shouted desperately, hiding in his hoodie and trying to breathe at a normal pace. "What...?" Patton was stunned, did his partner just say that?! Fuck was going on? "I... I'm sorry I..." His head was going insane, his chest was aching and the person he trusted the most just attacked him. Without any noise, he left slowly, his tears clouding his sight as he walked away.

"F-Fuck..." Virgil tried to walk towards Patton, but it was too late, he fucked up. With the last strength he had, he walked towards his bed, he couldn't feel anything else, just pain. "Fuck..fuckfuck." A spike of adrenaline filled his body, making him shake and shiver. His whole body started itching and the feeling of guilt drowned his mind. So he stayed there, in his bed, for the following 36 hours.

"Please, believe me..." Patton whimpered bringing Virgil back to reality. "We could do better, we could change!" A smile was intended, but a sad deep sigh was all that could come out of Patton's lips.

"I'm sorry, Patton." Virgil sighed, these months were hell for him and he couldn't do it anymore. The pain of Patton's lies and the guilt he felt were enough to drive him insane. He loved Patton but... He loved himself more.

"Verge..." The last try, Patton thought, it's just one last try. "Please, I know these few months were a little bad but we can do it!" He smiled weakly and tried to approach his partner.

"Patton, these few months were hell for me, I couldn't sleep, I felt like absolute SHIT." Virgil started walking backward again. "You need to understand..." He sighed, trying to calm down. "You are not the only one in this relationship, I also felt it, all the cold shoulders, all the fake kisses, everything."

"But... I tried to make you happy, I wasn't sure why these feelings came and how to get rid of 'em..." Patton replied truthfully, feeling bad for lying. "I thought if I faked a little I would feel the same"

"But you didn't." Virgil sighed, looking at Patton in the eyes. "And it hurt... Every word, every kiss... God, it was all my fault, Pat."

"I'm so sorry..." Patton bite his inner cheek and looked at Virgil, trying to smile gently. "I wanted this to work..."

"I did too, but I guess we weren't meant to be." He finally smiled softly, slowly understanding that this was the end. "It will be hard to get used to us being apart but we can do it. It's the h..healthier thing, right?"

"It is... Logan and Janus would be proud of us." Patton left out a small chuckle. "So... This is it?"

"Yeah... I think it is. Goodbye, Patton." He touched Patton's shoulder, giving him a small pat, and walked out the room.

"G'bye, Vee..." Patton replied, staying in the empty room alone, the touch in his shoulder hurt like a punch. "I'll miss you..." He sighed, caressing his arms and walking away too.

Maybe this was for the best, but still... It hurt like hell.

| The end |

Hello! The author here, I hope you liked this,,, Hell!

This is my first public fic and I'm so anxious about it,,

Thank you for suffering with me <3

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