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Dog Fight || Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (18+)

You fucked me so good I almost said, “I love you”

Prompt: You and Rooster had fling during your first time at top gun. It ended with you both swearing you never caught feelings and going zero contact. Now, when you’re both called back to Top Gun, you spend two weeks denying your feelings until they all come rushing to the surface.

Warnings: Blood (just a nosebleed, briefly mentioned), smut, unprotected sex, brief choking, soft dom rooster.

Reader’s callsign is Hyde (i.e jeckyll &)

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“So, is no one else going to mention the burning sexual tension between Rooster and Hyde?”

You turn your head and stare through Hangman, hoping that this is enough to intimidate him into shutting his pretty-boy mouth. He grin widens the moment he realises he’s gotten under your skin.

It takes everything not to take the pen in your hand and launch it at his head.

It wouldn’t usually bother you. It’s just that it’s Rooster. Not only that, but it’s the fact that Rooster is sitting one row behind you — and he’s wearing the same goddamn cologne he wore back then, and you hate to admit that the scent of him still gets you a little bit excited.

You were talking to Coyote in the Hard Deck when you smelled it first. A soft white musk scent. You had known it was Rooster before you even turned around. Just one intake of that surprisingly soft, enthralling scent and suddenly you were back in the barracks of North Island’s base, his palm over your mouth and your knees over his shoulders.

“Leave ‘em alone, Rooster’s blushing.” Payback adds into the teasing. You turn, maybe a little too quickly, to check. Rooster’s hazel eyes meet yours and he’s blank-faced. Maybe there’s a little rose hue to his cheeks, but there always is.

“Come on, when are you two just going to admit that you want to screw each other’s brains out?” Hangman continues, his arm resting across the back of the chair next to him.

“Or that you’ve already fucked.” Bob joins in and the group goes silent. Rooster’s brows furrow. Everyone looks equally stunned for a moment and you’re so grateful that the attention is off of you because Bob just said his first swear word, maybe ever.

Once the initial shock of Bob’s first curse word wears off, Hangman’s brow quirks at the notion that the two of you may have already slept together. He honestly can’t believe he didn’t think of that himself.

“Now that is quite the thought, Bob,” Hangman turns in his seat and leans closer, “Didn’t I hear that you two kids were in Top Gun together the first time around?”

“Aviators!” Maverick’s voice carries across the hangar, interrupting the gentle bullying that has been happening. Rooster sighs in relief behind you. You turn your head just slightly, glancing at him over your shoulder.

His eyes are still on you.

“Today’s exercise is all about team work,” Maverick begins explaining before he has even reached the front of the room. Everyone’s face slowly reflects their confusion as they realise he’s not in uniform. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. “You guys suck at working as a team and today we’re gonna take a little field trip to figure that out. Meet at the beach in front of the Hard Deck at 9am sharp.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you pull up to the Hard Deck’s parking lot and see Phoenix and Bob sitting on the hood of Phoenix’s Porsche, waiting for you.

You look at what they’re wearing.

“Phoenix, tell me we aren’t working out!” You call as you pull the keys from the ignition. It’s almost eighty degrees — you had assumed it was going to be an icebreaker type of day.

Phoenix presses a hand over her mouth as she takes in the flimsy bikini top you’re wearing. You’ve got a button up over it, and black shorts on your bottom half — but the two of you both know that you’re less than appropriately dressed for the day.

“Didn’t you get Mav’s text?” Bob asks, he sounds almost like he feels bad for you.

You grab your phone from the hands free set inside of the car and check, shaking your head, “No?”

“Dogfight football, he sent a text to everyone so they would know what to bring.” Bob explains as he and Phoenix hop down from the hood of her car. You check the time, it’s 8:58. No time to change.

“Please switch with me.” You put your hands together in a prayer-like motion and step quickly toward Phoenix. She laughs and shakes her head just as quickly,

“Fuck no!”

You groan. You take a moment, eyes closed, to prepare yourself for the morning you’re about to endure. You button the shirt, letting out a breath and pretending that you’ve composed yourself.

“Alright. Fine,” You agree, “Let’s get this over with.”

You regroup on the beach, Maverick has already begun talking by the time the three of you join the back of the crowd.

Rooster is off to the left. Your eyes linger. He’s a head and shoulders taller than Harvard, standing at his side. He’s tanned, ripped and practically glowing. His hair is more sunkissed than when you last saw him, it’s curlier too.

Phoenix follows your gaze, craning her head to see, spotting Rooster. She turns her head back to you and raises her eyebrow suggestively, her lips quirking up into a smirk. All of her suspicions are confirmed at once.

You shake your head at her, rolling your eyes as if she isn’t right about it all.

The game begins. Rooster’s on the other team. You kind of wish he was on yours, you know you’d have less contact that way. You last maybe fifteen minutes before the overshirt becomes unbearable in the heat.

“C’mon, Hyde — can’t striptease to distract us just ‘cause you’re losing!” Harvard calls out as you slip the material off of your shoulders and toss it down on top of Bob’s backpack for safe keeping. You smile at him and raise your middle finger.

The bikini top is a simple unlined black piece that ties behind your neck and between you shoulder blades. The lack of support is unmatched.

You do your best to minimise the movement, but you also refuse to let your team lose because of your bad choice of clothing. The red ball lands in your hands and you take off running.

Coyote is on your left and Payback’s on your right. They’re both so tall, their legs are longer than yours and they’re gaining on you as you break into a sprint toward your team’s end zone.

Your foot makes it over the line and you throw the ball at the ground, spinning and throwing your arms into the air, jumping in celebration. Phoenix laughs as she tackles you into a hug from behind, both of you stumbling, happy as you try to catch your footing.

You feel eyes on you and your laughter stops. Rooster’s wearing sunglasses but his eyes are on you. Well, they’re on your chest. They flicker back up to your face and he realises he’s caught. He turns quickly and pretends to be immersed in the game.

You swallow, shaking your head. You’re broken from the moment, laughing as Coyote playfully jibes at your touchdown celebration, pretending to bounce around in the sand before you.

You playfully barge his shoulder and press forward with the game. You try your hardest, but you can’t ignore the way your eyes keep meeting his.

Rooster scores the next touchdown for his team — it’s like he’s been trying extra hard since your touchdown. His celebration is similar to yours, but more macho. You are stilled in place at the sight before you as he and Coyote collide mid-air.

He’s laughing, stumbling just a little as his feet hit the sand again. You watch as he dances under the burning sun, performing — much to Coyote’s delight. Rooster has the other pilot in fits of laughter with his little shimmy.

Maybe you should be laughing too. At anyone else you would be. There’s just something so familiar about watching those muscles in his stomach ripple and contract.

Your mouth goes dry at the thought.

You haven’t let yourself think about him like that in three years. You and Rooster had been in Top Gun together the first time around. He was a couple of years older than you — partially because he was held back a few years early on in his career and partially because you were particularly skilled for your age, so had gotten there early.

Top Gun is a thirteen week programme. For twelve weeks, Rooster was yours. Secretly, of course. You couldn’t let anyone know that he’d gotten you into bed so easily.

Twelve weeks in the San Diego heat. Sneaking around. Stolen kisses in storage lockers, condom wrappers in the waste baskets in Admirals’ offices, him sneaking out of your room each morning before sunrise. You walking with a slight limp on the way to training that one morning.

You hadn’t ever been anything exclusive and neither of you had brought up such nonsense for the entire programme. Until the night before graduation, when Rooster had asked you ‘what comes next?’ whilst he had been inside of you.

You still remember that fight. Both of you storming off, slamming doors and cursing at each other. You were still pissed off that he hadn’t even finished.

You’re broken from your stream of explicit memories as Yale trips into you whilst running to catch the ball. His elbow hits the bridge of your nose as he swings out his arms to catch his balance. You both hit the sand.

You don’t even really make a noise, beside the initial startled gasp. You blink, waiting for the pain to really hit you.

“Fuck, Hyde, I’m so sorry - I didn’t see you.”

You feel a wet droplet hit your chest, bringing your hand up to touch tenderly at your nose. Then the pain hits you. You wince, pulling your hand back and finding your fingers are bloodied.

“Oh, shit, she’s bleeding.” You aren’t sure who makes the announcement but Rooster’s standing before you next. You’re on your ass in the sand, blinking up at him. He watches a droplet of blood hit your chest and slide across your breast.

“Come on.” He extends a hand — the first words he’s said to you since the two of you had gotten here two weeks ago. You reach out and put your palm in his, letting him help you to your feet.

“You alright, Hyde?” Maverick pushes through the crowd that has gathered around you. He reaches out and puts a hand on your shoulder, features creased with concern.

You open your mouth to answer him but are interrupted by a sudden head rush. You stumble, snapped back to reality as Rooster’s fingers curl around your biceps and steady you.

“Woah, careful — uh, Rooster, could you take her up and ask Penny to take a look at her for me?”

Rooster looks between you and Maverick. Your lips are parted and bloodied but your eyes are on him. So trusting and pretty. He shoots Maverick a look. Maverick knows who you are. He knows all about the girl who broke his nephew’s heart at North Island.

“Yeah, I got her.” Rooster agrees. Whatever happened between the two of you was three years ago, he reminds himself. Plus, it’s not like he wants anyone else to head up there with you. Maverick passes a key into Rooster’s hand.

You wipe your nose with the back of your hand, shaking your head and swallowing, the taste of copper on your tongue, “No, I’m fine, seriously.”

“Y/N, you’re not coming back until Penny gives me the all clear.” Maverick is stern with his answer.

Rooster’s thumbs stroke at your biceps, he’s still the only thing keeping you upright, “Can you walk?” You nod.

He grabs your overshirt from Bob’s backpack and nods for you to follow him. You trip just slightly as the damp sand becomes soft sand near the top of the beach — it’s nothing to do with your fall and everything to do with the fact that you aren’t watching where you’re going. Yet, Rooster’s hand slides around your waist immediately.

“I can carry you.” He offers.

“I know.” You mumble in return, pinching your nose to stop the constant stream of blood.

Rooster looks at you and smiles just slightly. He unlocks and holds open the front door to the Hard Deck for you and motions you in. You take a seat at the bar, leaning across and grabbing some napkins, holding them up against your still bleeding nose.

“Penny?” Rooster calls out. He leaves your side for a moment to search the bar for her, poking his head into the back room. He shakes his head as he realises she must be on the beach.

“Wait here.”

You shrug. Still bleeding, you weren’t planning on going anywhere anyway. He disappears into the back room for a moment, returning with a first aid kit. This bar has its fair share of incidents. Rooster pulls up a stool in front of you, nudging your knees apart so he can sit as close as possible.

You lean your head back.

“No, don’t do that,” Rooster’s fingers curl around the back of your neck as he guides your head forward, pointing your nose back toward the ground. He feels you tense up, releasing you immediately. “You’re supposed to lean forward.”

He leans across the bar and scoops some ice into a plastic bag, then wraps that in a napkin.

“Move your hand for me.” You do as he says, hissing quietly as he rests his makeshift cold compress against the bridge of your nose. You press the tissues to your nostrils, still bleeding.

“You okay?” He asks quietly. You look up at him and shrug, “Been better.”

He chuckles, nodding his head, “Yeah, you hit the ground pretty hard.”

“You saw?” You’re inexplicably embarrassed by that. Rooster has seen you in most positions, but the thought of him seeing you get knocked on your ass makes you groan and squeeze your eyes shut. Until you realise it hurts to shut your eyes like that.

“Saw you checking me out.”

Your cheeks burn. You look at him furiously. He’s smirking, “I was not.” Your tone is a smidge defensive.

Rooster chuckles and shrugs his broad, tanned, bare shoulders, “So how come you didn’t see Yale sprinting down the pitch at you, baby?” You squeeze your thighs together. It’s been so long since you heard him call you that.

“The sun was in my eyes.” You answer a little too quickly.

“The sun that was behind me, was in your eyes? — so you were looking at me.” He has you there. You give in, caught for a moment.

“Hey, I saw you looking at me too. After I scored.” You counter. Rooster smiles at you, brushing your hair back away from the injury. His sunglasses mask it well, but you catch his eyes glance down at your chest.

“Can you blame me?” It’s hot and his voice makes you want to melt faster than the ice in his compress. “It’s been a while since I saw them bounce like that.”

You kick his shin, trying to hide the fact that you’re thrilled that he has brought it up. “Pig.” You chastise playfully.

“Just brought back some memories is all.” His lips are just hinting at a smile. You brush your ankle against his, putting your foot on the footrest of his stool. You wonder if he can tell that you’re so happy that he remembers it all as clearly as you do. He can. You look like the cat that got the cream. But bloodier.

“Good memories?”

Rooster lets out an amused huff, taking the compress away from your nose and inspecting the bridge delicately. It’s tender, but both of you know it isn’t broken. He fishes his phone from the pocket of his tight shorts and turns on the flash.

Your lips part in surprise as he reaches out and grabs your chin. He leans in close. You hold your breath. He lifts the phone and shines the torch into your eye, making you flinch and pull away.

“Come on, I need to check if you have a concussion or not.” He grips your jaw and turns you back to face him. He knows exactly what he’s doing, you realise. He leans close again and you breathe him in.

He lifts the phone and shines the flashlight into each pupil, his grip on your jaw keeping your eyes on him.

“You seem fine to me,” He decides, “You feel okay?”

You pull the tissue away from your nose, pleased to find that the bleeding has stopped, and nod at him. He grabs a set of antibacterial wipes from the kit and lifts your chin once more. You’re silent, just watching him as he cleans you up.

“Stop looking at me like that.” Rooster mumbles, making you blush. You furrow your eyebrows at him,

“Like what?”

“You’re the one who walked away, Hyde.” Rooster reminds you calmly as he wipes the blood from your lips, his other hand on your chin, keeping you still for him.

“I didn’t walk away — I just said that I wasn’t sure!” You protest. Rooster rolls his eyes,

“If I remember correctly, you actually said, ‘What? You thought I was going to fall in love with you or something?’” He mocks your voice as he talks and you narrow your eyes at him. You kick his shin again, a little harder this time.

You know that what you said was kind of mean, but he had you backed into a corner by that point in the argument and you were really frustrated.

“It was just sex!” You blurt out. The same thing you had said three years ago. Rooster stills his hand, the wipe resting on your breast as his brown eyes stare into you.

He gives you a slow, curt nod and sets the wipe down on the side. You sigh as he pushes himself up from the stool, “Rooster, wait-“

He drops the key Maverick gave him onto the bar, “Lock up when you’re done, kid.” You glare at him. He knows you hate it when he says that shit to you. He’s just a couple of years older. You watch him tuck his stool in and turn to leave.

“Rooster, come on, you know I didn’t mean-“

He slams the front door behind him. You growl in frustration as you push yourself up from your stool. He always was such a drama queen.

By the time you make it outside, your shirt balled up in your hand, he’s across the parking lot and headed down the beach in the opposite direction from the group. They’re still playing and they haven’t noticed the two of you yet. You look at them, then back at him, and take off jogging down the beach.

It takes you a while to catch up, he’s already across the cove and standing on the rocks by the time you catch him.

“Fuck, could you slow down for a second?” You pant as you clamber up the rocks. He ignores you and drops down onto the other side. This beach is empty, he continues along its shore away from you. “Rooster!”

He turns finally, in time to see you wobbling as you try to drop down the same way he did. Rooster walks slowly back toward you until he’s towering over you, “If you tell me it was just sex one more fucking time, y/l/n, I’m gonna lose it.”

You smile softly, trying to deescalate, “It was just-“

Rooster grabs your face in his hands and crashes his lips to yours, your back hitting the wall of rock behind you. You hum in surprise as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

The kiss is all anger and hard breathing at first, until Rooster grips the nape of your neck and licks into your mouth. The jagged rocks behind you press harder into your skin as he pushes himself harder against you. You tug at him eagerly, dropping your shirt onto the rocks. Rocks be damned, you want him as close to you as possible.

His hands slide between your bodies and pop open the button to your shorts, dragging the zipper down. You pull away from his lips, breathing hard. You’re looking at him like he’s crazy, reaching out and grabbing his hands to still him, “Here?”

“Live a little.” He murmurs, pressing his lips forward again slipping his tongue into your mouth. You hook your thumbs into the sides of your shorts as you shimmy them down, leaving you in the bikini before him.

He’s seen you in much less, but your cheeks heat as he pulls back and skims his fingers along your waist, taking in everything that’s different and everything that’s the same all at once.

“Stop staring, you’re making me nervous.” You complain, pushing your hips forward against his. Rooster’s hands come up and grope at your breasts as he pushes his body against you, “God, I missed you.” He admits, capturing your lips in a kiss.

You gasp as he tugs at the string behind your back, pushing his hands under the material of the flimsy black bikini. You whine softly against his lips. His hips press you back against the rocks whilst his thumbs brush delicately over your nipples. He stifles a groan as he feels them harden against his fingers.

Rooster pulls back for just a moment, to rip that stupid thing off of you and then duck his head down to suck your nipple into his mouth. You close your eyes, catching your breath as he nips and sucks at your breasts.

You’re so focused on that, you don’t even notice his right hand trailing your side until it’s already between your legs and nudging the bikini bottoms to the side. You gasp as he sinks a finger into you, the pad of his thumb pressing to your clit like he hadn’t ever been away. He knows your body like he knows how to fly.

“Shut the fuck up.” Rooster breathes, straightening up and looking down at you through those gold sunglasses. You tremble, nodding at him and taking your lip between your teeth. “Don’t want anyone else seeing you like this.”

You whimper as he sinks to his knees before you, nipping at your ribs, grazing his teeth across your hip bones. Rooster smiles just slightly as you take the sunglasses off his face and trail your fingertips across his cheek. You’re always so gentle.

He pulls the bottoms even more to the side, lifting one leg over his shoulder and burying his face between your legs. You take a sharp breath at the sudden contact, sliding your fingers into his curls. The sun hits his eyes as he looks up at you, they look especially brown in the midday sun, amber and shining.

He feels you clench around his fingers as he adds a second, groaning quietly against your core. You lean your head back against the rocks behind you, closing your eyes and just letting him touch you. His fingers work you open while his mouth focuses on your clit.

“Rooster, please just fuck me.” You whisper, tugging delicately at his roots. Rooster plunges his fingers into you, twisting them expertly and making you gasp.

He looks at you expectantly.

“Please.” Your voice cracks slightly, desperation never more evident. Rooster straightens up and pulls you against him, his cock strains against your navel through his denim shorts as his lips move against yours.

You know that the two of you have a limited time out here in the open like this. Your last time was unfinished and you had been walking around frustrated by that for three years. There had been instances in between with other people, but no one who could finish what Rooster had started.

Your fingers work at the button on his shorts, you’re trembling and it takes some willpower to have your hands comply. You manage to pop the button open, dragging the zipper down and pushing at the waistband of his boxers and shorts together.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” Rooster murmurs against your throat, his breath hitting you ear and making you shiver against you. He grabs your undershirt from the rock and drops it onto the sand, wrapping one arm around your waist.

You hum as he presses your back into the sand, then you gasp as he turns you onto your stomach. That’s what the shirt was for, your cheek rests against it - protected from the sand - as he lifts your hips.

You feel him pushing his shorts down behind you, pushing your hips back and feeling his exposed cock brush your core. Rooster revels in the desperate sound you make as he drags his cock between your folds, his lip between his teeth as he watches the tip sink into you.

“Fuck,” Rooster breathes out, fingers curling around your hip as he watches his dick disappear into you. You watch him over your shoulder. He’s so focused, brows furrowed and his lips parted just slightly. “Missed seeing you like this, baby.”

You push back against him eagerly, gasping as he pulls almost all the way out and drives back in, almost knocking you off of your knees and onto your stomach. You cry out, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt under you.

You feel him laugh breathily as he kisses your spine, “Gotta shut that pretty mouth, Hyde.” Easy enough for him to say. He’s relentless, dragging against your walls as he bottoms out again and again. You’re doing your best to keep quiet for him.

He pulls you tighter against him and presses his chest to your back, dragging his lips across your shoulder.

“Rooster, holy-“ A strangled noise escapes your throat as your knees buckle under you, the only thing keeping you from hitting the sand being his grip on your waist. “Shit.”

The breath is knocked from you as he pounds into you, you’re a whimpering mess, face pressed into the crook of your arm and his hand on the back of your neck keeping you there.

Rooster grunts, leaning forward and pressing filthy, open-mouthed kisses along the length of your back. You push back against him desperately.

He pulls out suddenly, making you whine at the loss of contact. He turns you and plants your ass onto the shirt, tugging at your hips until your head falls back against the sand.

“Want to see that pretty face when you cum.” He murmurs, guiding his cock between your legs again. Your heart flutters as his palm slides up to rest at the base of your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, he just leaves it there, making sure you’re going to be still for him.

You arch your back, pushing your chest up against his as he fills you up. You push against his hand on your throat, grinning as he presses you back down against the sand.

“You like that?” He whispers. Your lips part as he drives himself impossibly deeper into you, squeezing his fingertips just slightly around the column of your throat. Both of you know that you do, he can feel you clenching around his cock.

You feel indecent under his unwavering gaze. No one has ever made you feel as wanted as Rooster. There’s always such desire in is eyes each time he looks at you. Everyone’s noticed it by now.

Rooster remembers suddenly why it was so fucking hard to let you go the first time around. Your pretty lips flushed and kiss-swollen, parted ever so slightly. Those gorgeous, trusting, eyes that twinkle with mischief each time your eyes are on him. Your pussy.

He grunts, his hips stuttering, “I can feel how fucking close you are, honey.” His thumb strokes at your throat as he leans down and slips his tongue into your mouth. You moan against his lips, breathing hard as he moves back to observe you again.

You had missed him. Had missed the way his curls hung over his forehead when he’s on top of you, the way he fills you up, his golden skin and the feel of his stupidly big hands on your body.

Maybe it’s the sun in your eyes, maybe it’s the intensity of it, but you’re seeing stars when he makes you cum. You don’t even realise you’re moaning his name until he moves his hand from your throat and covers your mouth.

“God, I love that sound.” He whispers, shaking his head slightly as you let out a muffled whimper against his palm. “But you gotta be quiet for me.” You nod, dazed as he takes his palm away and plants it in the sand behind your head.

“Fuck, Rooster,” You whimper, lifting your head and pressing a delicate kiss to his throat. “I-I…” You stop as you catch yourself in what you’re about to say. Your eyes widen at the realisation of what he almost just coaxed you into admitting.

Rooster doesn’t seem to notice, he rests his forehead against your shoulder, looking down between your bodies as he drives himself into you.

“D’you want me to pull out?” He kisses your collarbone in a surprisingly delicate motion, gripping your hips so tightly it feels like he might crush them.

“No.” You pant, maybe a little too quickly. You catch the smug look on his face as he glances up at you, you couldn’t care less — he should be smug, he’s the only person you’d ever let fuck you on a public beach during a work exercise.

He slides his hand around to cradle the base of your skull as he pulls you closer to him, picking up the pace. You whimper against his shoulder, sensitivity making you grip his bicep.

He groans softly against your throat as he comes undone, pulling impossibly close against him and driving himself as deep as he can go. He stays there for just a moment, leaving lazy kisses against the curve of your neck.

You whine as he slowly pulls out of you and tucks himself back into his shorts, zipping and buttoning the denim as he rises to his feet. You wobble as you push yourself up after him.

Rooster’s brows furrow as he watches you cover you chest with you hands whilst you grab your bikini top, “Are you serious?”

“I…”

Rooster walks to you and ties the bikini behind your back silently, then presses a kiss to your cheek, “You’re gonna have to start trusting me one of these days.”

“I do trust you.” You admitted, so quickly that it surprised even you. Your already warm cheeks burned. “I just…”

Rooster grabbed you shirt from the ground and shook the sand off of it, “I’m not asking you to tell me you love me, Hyde. Just… wouldn’t kill you to let me in.”

“I think I just did.” You muttered as you stepped into your shorts and buttoned them. Rooster’s palm hit your ass, his lips pressing gently against your shoulder as he handed you your shirt.

“Don’t get smart with me, L/N.” He grabbed his sunglasses and put them on once more, stepping up onto the rocks and offering you his hand. You take it and let him guide you back over the rocks until you’re on the sand, crossing the beach toward the hard deck.

You let him walk a little in front of you, both of you just walking at the speed your legs naturally carry you. His legs happen to carry him a little faster. You wonder what the hell that was back there. The urge to tell him you loved him.

It was confusing and even more terrifying. You shook your head and determined the cause to be some weird primal urge. Not the fact that you’d been thinking about him and your time together for the past three years.

“Do you think they’re all inside?” Rooster asks, noticing the crew are now gone from the beach. You cross in front of him, shrugging your shoulders and lifting your hand to shield your eyes from the sun as you try to spot someone through the windows.

Rooster sweeps sand from your back.

“Yeah, I see Payback.” You confirm, stopping to let him rid you of the evidence before the two of you head inside.

“Hyde, you okay? — where’d you go?” Maverick is the first to spot you, he’s just as concerned as he was before.

“Just needed some fresh air so we went for a walk.” You explain, pushing your hands into the pockets of your shorts. Rooster nods along in silent agreement.

You watch Bob elbow Phoenix, pulling her attention away from her conversation with Fanboy. Bob uses his beer to motion toward you and Rooster, but not towards your faces. You follow his gaze and look down at the matching imprints of sand on both of your knees.

You aren’t the best at reading lips, but it’s clear as day when Bob looks right at you and tells Phoenix, “You owe me twenty bucks.”

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britany1997 · 1 year

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bestie it's the one who swept you off your feet. I'm holding you at gun point with a question.

I read your rules, buuut I dunno if this counts as too specific. can you write the boys (or paul since he's delicious, your pick) with a s/o who likes to take stuff that doesn't belong to them for shits and giggles?

I just thought it'd be hilarious and I love you, mwah 💪🏻❤

Sticky Fingers

Of course I can write this for you!! I love you too bestie🫶🫶🫶 (you so right he is delicious🥵)

Paul x GN Reader

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You slithered through the crowd of unwitting tourist lining the boardwalk. Plucking a 20 from an unsuspecting lady’s handbag, slipping a watch off of a disgruntled businessman, too busy yelling into his phone to notice you, unclasping an expensive looking necklace from someone’s neck and clipping it onto your own.

Every night the boardwalk was like your own personal pawn shop, except you never had to pay a dime. You chuckled to yourself as you slipped the 20 into your pocket and skipped off to Max’s video.

You were about to stroll in to lift some lollipops from the jar at the front, when the sight of a blond boy standing next to a motor bike caught your eye. What was the harm in snagging one more wallet?

You sauntered over inconspicuously and reached into the pocket of his pants, but came back empty handed.

He whirled around to face you, “woahhh sugar, that’s usually my move,” he joked.

Your face flushed bright red and your mouth open and shut wordlessly as you tried to think up any kind of excuse.

“I squeeze back you know,” he told you as he slid a hand around your waist, pulling you close to him.

You were flabbergasted. You should have just stolen the candy.

You grabbed his hand as it began to slide lower, “woah, wow, um…this is such a big misunderstanding,” you laughed awkwardly.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “so you weren’t just tryna cop a feel?” he seemed disappointed.

“No! No. Absolutely not,” you assured him.

“Can I still-”

“No.”

He pouted.

“So what were you doing anyway,” he crossed his arms and looked at you expectantly.

In all the confusion, you hadn’t gotten a chance to really look at him, but now with his blue eyes boring into yours, his blond hair framing his face, and his full lips pressed together, you were struck by how handsome he was.

“I was…trying to steal your wallet?” you blurted out.

Damn. This guy was really catching you off guard.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, “I keep all my cash right here,” he slipped his shoe off and held it up to you. You peered in to see a bunch of crumpled, and slightly damp, dollar bills at the bottom.

“That’s disgusting,” you told him.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, “but you’re not gonna take ‘em are you?”

“Definitely not,” you said as your nose wrinkled in disgust.

He tapped his head with his finger, “not as dumb as I look huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows as he slipped his shoe back on.

“C’mon,” he said offering you his hand, “I’ll steal you an ice cream.”

You scoffed, taken aback, “after I just tried to rob you?”

He rolled his eyes, “the only thing you did was graze my ass,” he winked, “I’d still like to return the favor if you change your mind.”

You shook your head.

He chuckled, “I figured, I do still wanna get you ice cream though.”

“Why?” you asked dumbfounded.

“You’re fun and I like you,” he shrugged, “that seems like reason enough for me.”

“Name’s Paul by the way,” he said as he grasped your hand and pulled you along down the boardwalk.

The two of you stopped in front of an ice cream stand. Paul rested his head on your shoulder. “Can I have my rings back please?”

You blushed, fishing the rings out of your pockets and placing them in his hand.

He cleared his throat.

You gave him his bracelet too.

He slipped them back on like nothing had happened before fishing in his shoe for a fiver and handing it to the lady scooping icecream.

She grimaced before drying it off on her shirt and sticking it in the register.

“Thought you were gonna steal me some ice cream,” you raised an eyebrow.

He winked, “you’re worth the money,” he said handing you a cone.

You blushed, “thank you.”

He took your hand and led you to a bench.

As you sat down, he sat directly beside you, throwing an arm over the back of the bench as you were practically crushed into his side.

“Not enough bench for you,” you teased as you gestured to all the empty space.

He smiled, “I’m comfortable where I am,”

You laughed and licked your ice cream as Paul rambled on about his adventures on the boardwalk.

As he spoke you found yourself enjoying his company. He made you smile and laugh in a way no one else could, his carefree joy was contagious.

As the night continued, the crowd on the boardwalk dwindled till only the two of you were left.

Paul reached out to touch your cheek, “you have some ice cream on your lips,” he leaned in closer, “want me to get it for you?”

Your breath caught as you realized what he was asking, but you leaned in anyway, “yeah, go ahead”

He smiled and gently pressed his lips to yours. You felt your heart leap at how sweet he was as his mouth molded against yours.

Your hands tangled themselves in his blond locks as his tongue slid past your lips.

When you head began to feel fuzzy you pulled back for air.

“I may not let you take my jewelry,” Paul began, “but you can steal all the kisses you want sugar,” he winked.

“Was there ever really any ice cream on my lips,” you laughed.

He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m sure there was at one point…”

You smiled as you pressed your lips against his once more.

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marvelnatr · 6 months

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No power

Warnings: Daddy!Nat, Mommy!Wanda, little!reader, paci use, little space. 18+ MINORS DNI

Description: You’re in the safe house trailer with your caregivers when the power goes out. The sudden feeling of the fan not running wakes and you get scared.

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Natasha’s POV:

I put our bags down at the door and kissed Wanda “stay here love, I’m gonna clear the trailer okay?” Wanda nodded as I looked at Y/N in her arms “I’ll be right back little one okay?” Y/N squirmed a little with worry “right back daddy?” I nodded and kissed her head “right back my love” I quickly began to clear the trailer. After it had been cleared I came back. Y/N’s little squeal of excitement melted my heart as she reached for me. I gently took her from Wanda’s arms as she watched me “so were good here?” I nodded “we should have everything we need, our new ID’s are on the counter if you wanna take a look at them” Wanda nodded and headed over to the counter, looking at the cards and laughing. I furrowed my eyebrows while Y/N played with my hand “what’s so funny love?”. Wanda laughed “your names fanny longbottom.”. I rolled my eyes silently curing my friend for being so immature. I leaned over my wife’s shoulder to see the other two ID’s. Of course they received normal names. Gently kissing Wanda’s cheek I whispered “it’s getting pretty late, we should get her some dinner and in bed” Wanda nodded gently and put the documents away, searching through the cabinets and fridge for food. Wanda loved to make food out of random ingredients. I however suck at it and have been scolded a few times when Wanda has called me from a safe house and I was eating spagettios from the can.

Kissing Y/N’s cheek I smiled at her “lets give mommy some space cutie. You wanna watch a movie” Y/N nodded “otay daddy” Smiling I gently tickled her tummy. Little giggles filled the room as she squirmed “daddy that tickles!” I laughed and stopped “you’re so cute love bug” Y/N laid her head on my shoulder as I grabbed her blanket from her bag and her comfort stuffie. Sitting on the couch with her I kissed her head and turned on bluey. Her eyes quickly focused on the TV as I played on my phone.

After twenty more minutes Wanda came in and placed the bowls in front of me. Leaning up I kissed her “looks amazing as always my darling” Wanda blushed. I loved when she blushed. It was so adorable. Sitting down gently she whispered “thank you love” nodding gently Wanda gently kissed Y/N’s head “I gotta get your blanky love bug, we dont want it getting dirty do we?” Y/N pouted slightly and shook her head “No mommy”. Cooing softly I pet her head “it’s alright detka, you’ll get it right back after dinner” Gently pulling her small frame into my lap I began to feed her. Wanda and I talking about our next moves. After dinner I kissed Wanda “I got dishes, you wanna give her her shower?” Wanda nodded and picked up Y/N “come on little stinker”. Y/N giggled as Wanda smothered her face in kisses walking to the bathroom

Wanda’s POV:

I carried Y/N into the bathroom and gently began to help her undress after turning on the shower. She looked at me “bath mommy” folding her clothes to the side I spoke “we don’t have a bath in this house cutie pie” Y/N pouted a little and watched the shower, gently booping her nose I kissed her head “it’s okay princess, mommy’s gonna shower with you” Y/N smiled and nodded as I undressed and I guided Y/N into the shower. A shrill scream sounded through the bathroom as I jumped “jesus!” Y/N squeaked “cold mommy!”. Natasha was standing in the bathroom with her gun drawn, fear flooded her eyes. Quickly calming her I joked a little while nervously laughing “note to self, this shower doesn’t warm up fast and I should check the temp” Nat rolled her eyes, putting her gun in her waistband and looked at Y/N. I pulled her shivering body into me and rubbed her arm as Nat spoke “I’m sorry it was cold baby girl”. She nodded and I watched Nat “I’m sorry love”. She shook her head “you didn’t know darling just be more careful next time. I’m gonna finish up with dishes okay? I love you” I nodded as we exchanged a kiss and she walked off. Looking at Y/N I kissed her head “alright bug lets get you cleaned up”

After getting Y/N all clean I put her in her pajamas and laid her in our bed “time for ni ni sweet girl”. Natasha walked in the room just on time and smiled at Y/N “hi little one”. She reached for Nat. Y/N always loved getting cuddles from Nat at night. Natasha picked her up and cuddled her, cradling her small form in her arms as she whispered to me “can you get me her paci and her stuffie love?” nodding I kissed my wife and headed to her bag.

Natasha’s POV:

I looked back down at little Y/N when Wanda left the room. Her sweet face turned to me as her lips curved into a smile. She never fails to make me melt. Sitting in bed I ran my fingers through her hair “my sleepy baby girl”. Wanda came back in and laid beside us, gently rubbing her knuckle over Y/N’s cheek “open sweet girl”. Y/N happily took the soother in her mouth. Smiling softly at her I ran my finger along her face, calming her body. Within a few minutes her eyes were closed and the sound of light suckles filled the room.

Laying her down Wanda and I both kissed her head and headed to the small living room. I sat down on the couch and opened my arms for my beautiful wife. Wanda sat down beside me and cuddled into my side. Gently rubbing her arm I whispered “you wanna watch a movie?” Wanda nodded and cuddled into me as I pulled out the laptop and found us a movie. Resting her head on my shoulder she focused on the movie. It’s one we had watched a hundred times cause it was downloaded on my computer. It was either this or Moana and if I have to hear the song shiny one more time by that stupid crab I think I’ll just throw my computer. About thirty minutes into the movie the power cut out. The entire trailer went dark. I grumbled a little “fuck” as I kisses Wandas hand “I’ll be back my love okay?” Wanda got up and followed me “I’ll come with to help love”. We both threw on our jackets and headed outside

Y/N’s POV:

I woke up to the absence of the sound of the fan. Sitting up I called out “mommy?”. I got no answer and teared up a little. Why aren’t they answering? Did they leave me here?. Slipping out of bed I found my way through the dark of the trailer. My body shivering from the cold. I walked into the living room and found no one in there. Tearing up a little I played with my blanket “d-daddy? m-mommy?”. Again there was no answer. Looking around it was only pitch black. Walking up to the door it opened just as I got close. Stumbling back I tripped and fell on my butt. I looked up to see Natasha and Wanda standing over me. Wanda gently reached down picking me up “what are you doing out of bed little one?” cuddling into Wanda I cried “I-I woke up a-and chu were g-gone” Nat cooed gently “oh baby girl I’m sorry, mommy and I went to go fix the lights, see?” I nodded into my mommy’s shoulder as Nats knuckle rubbed gently across my cheek, both of their touches quickly calming me. Whatever fear I had simply melted away.

I felt Wanda sink into the couch, her arms holding me close to her as my body shivered. Natasha covered me with my blanket and kissed my head “go back to sleep baby girl, I promise mommy and I will protect you” relaxing into Wanda I gently suckled her collarbone and dozed off. The conversation coming from the computer turned into mumbled words till my ears were only trained to the sound of Wanda’s heart. The steady thumping lulling me to sleep. I never wanted to leave here. My safe place.

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aectpen · 6 months

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cool in my book - loser sung hanbin x boxer reader

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pairing: sung hanbin x fem!reader

synopsis: reader helps hanbin get revenge on his bully

words: 1.3k

you were doing your usual routine of roaming the halls during the lunch period at school. you told yourself it was calming, and you didn’t need to spend lunch with anyone. but it was because you kinda, no not kinda, you literally had no friends.

you weren’t friendless in a “oh she’s so shy, i feel horrible for her” way. people thought you were mean and intimidating off of the first glance. sure, you did play into it with your not so nice attitude. getting yourself into plenty of fights, but hey it was always their fault.

you could hear whimpering coming from around the corner. you contemplated walking in the other direction, not wanting to go by them. but, your curiosity got the best of you. who was crying? you wanted to be nosey and guess what happened to them.

once you turned the corner and caught sight of who it was, you stopped in your tracks. the boy from your math class. why would someone have a problem with him? he only comes to school to do his work. he has a reputation of being the quiet, nice guy.

he glanced up at you, his nose and lips smeared with blood, clutching his stomach in pain. while you were known for being quite mean, you weren't immune to moments of vulnerability. seeing his quivering lips and his tear stained cheeks evoked an unavoidable sense of guilt.

after debating on walking away from him, you finally decided to help him, dragging him to the nurse’s office. you sat next to him while the nurse gave him an ice pack and returned to her desk.

“you could come in with a gun shot wound and they’ll give you frozen vegetables.” you commented, earning a faint giggle from him. “who did that to you?”

“you can just go now.” he looked away.

“come on, i won’t judge.” you nudged him.

“yoon jihyun.”

you looked at him in disbelief. “you’re telling me you let that scrawny ass boy beat you up?”

“hey! you said you wouldn’t judge!”

“okay, i’m sorry. but why would he do that?” you couldn't help but wonder how he managed to find himself in such a situation when he had his nose buried in a textbook 99.9% of the time.

he scratched the back of his head. “well, i said no to cheating on a test for him.”

“come on.” you pulled him up from the chair.

“where are we going?” he jerked his arm back.

raising an eyebrow, you replied. “we’re gonna jump him.”

“i don’t know who you think i am, but i don’t do that stuff.”

“okay, whatever. meet me right after school at the front gate.”

he wasted no time, practically sprinting to the school entrance the moment classes ended. he didn't have the slightest idea about your intentions, but he had no intention of either wasting your time or incurring your wrath.

"good, you're on time. i like that," you commented casually as you walked right past him.

he trailed closely behind. "where are you taking me?"

"you just love asking questions. what's your name?" you inquired.

"sung hanbin."

"my name is—" you began, but he interrupted.

"yn. everyone knows your name."

"now, can you tell me where we're going? this is the opposite direction of my house, and i have to get home to study," he said, glancing at you as you cranked up the music blaring in your headphones.

you finally disclosed the destination to him once you were down the street from it, nudging him to get his attention.

"a gym? i really don't have time for a workout," he said, considering walking away.

"next time you let him beat you like that, he'll do far worse than leave you with cat scratches and a belly ache," you reasoned. "i'm a boxer, i can teach you a thing or two about fighting back."

upon arriving at the gym, you guided him to the octagon. "take it all off," you instructed, gesturing to his school uniform.

"all of it?" he felt a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

“no, dipshit. leave some room for imagination.” you began putting on sweatpants and discarding your dress shirt and blazer.

he hesitantly took off his dress shirt, shoes, and blazer. “seriously, are you gonna beat me up next?”

he sounded extremely genuine. you couldn't help but laugh.

the rest of the afternoon was dedicated to teaching him various fighting techniques, but you noticed his gentleness. he wasn't a terrible fighter; he simply held back, unwilling to inflict harm on anyone.

“i don’t want to hurt you!” he held his bands behind his back.

“hanbin, i’m asking you to throw a punch. it doesn’t have to connect” you pulled his arms from behind him.

“but what if it does, then you start bleeding. then you’ll hate me.” he pouted.

hanbin’s mannerisms did warm your heart. at least there was still good people out in the world.

after the training session, you sprawled out on the floor, munching on a granola bar. rolling over, you glanced at hanbin, who sat there with his tank top clinging to his skin, his hair damp, and his gaze fixed on the wall. you had to admit, he looked hot. the school uniform certainly didn't do him justice.

you were oblivious to the fact that he had returned your steady gaze, your eyes moving over his biceps and tracing the veins that snaked up his hands.

"is there something on my face?" he asked in a soft tone.

you couldn't help but laugh at the striking contrast. "if our classmates saw you like this, they'd be all over you," you remarked boldly.

he scratched his head, asking, "is that a good or bad thing?"

you stared at him in disbelief. "i've never met someone simultaneously so smart and dumb, sung hanbin. i was saying that you look really attractive."

“oh! thank you,” a wide smile spreading on his face. “i mean, you’re really.. pretty.” he awkwardly looked away from you, twiddling his thumbs.

the next day, during the lunch period, you concocted a plan to get revenge on jihyun for hurting hanbin. after spending the day with him, you only felt more angry that he left hanbin crying in the hallway.

"wait right here," you instructed as you left hanbin in an empty room.

"sure thing," he replied, taking a seat at one of the desks.

you walked to the cafeteria and scanned it for jihyun, quickly hearing his loud voice. “jihyun! can i talk to you for a second?”

surprisingly, jihyun followed you to the classroom where hanbin was waiting. he pointed at hanbin and asked, "what's this about?"

you rested your hands on your hips. "i'm giving you a chance to apologize to him."

“since when did you of all people become mother theresa.” he laughed. “and you. don’t you feel embarrassed? you can’t handle your stuff like a man? don’t make me bitch you again.”

“don’t talk to him like that,” you punched him square in the jaw.

he looked at you with pure anger before lunging straight at you. pushing you against a desk.

but before his fist could connect, hanbin held his arm back and forced him to the ground. jihyun tried getting up, but hanbin repeatedly punched him.

you stood off to the side wanting to stop him from sending jihyun to the hospital, but you were highkey impressed. he definitely always had that in him.

hanbin stopped once jihyun stopped fighting back.

“damn, hanbin. not bad.” you held out your fist.

“i’m telling the principal. i’m getting him expelled!” jihyun cried out.

you saw a flash of panic on hanbin’s face. the last thing he wanted was to get in trouble in school. did you corrupt him?

“you’re not gonna get in trouble,” you reassured him. “i’ll take the blame.”

“no, you can’t. it’s my fault you’re in this mess anyway.”

“my highest grade is a D+. i don't think they’ll lose sleep if i get into another scuffle."

“you people make me sick.” jihyun held his nose and ran out the room.

you two laughed at his dramatic reaction.

“hanbin, you’re cool in my book.”

“you were always cool in my book.” he responded.

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siklop · 4 months

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Finnick x fem!reader

Warning: Fluff, abuse(the capitol)

Summary: After Katniss shot the arrow in the arena you were taken to the capitol where you were abused by them with Joanna and Peeta, then you get to district 13…

After Katniss shot her arrow in the arena, everything went black, couldn’t see a thing. Then, when you wake up. You were tied to a bed, a peacekeeper in front of you with his gun ready. A doctor and a nurse stormed in and the doctor held a syringe to your neck. You were screaming and kicking. The substance was yellow, that’s all you saw.

All you could think of was Finnick, Katniss, everyone. If they were alive, if they weren’t.

After you were injected with the substance you felt yourself closing your eyes and going limp.

You wake up to Joanna and Peeta screaming. Then you feel a sting in my stomach, an electric sting. You groan and open your eyes to see Joanna and Peeta, screaming in pain as they were beat and tased.

Then you go unconscious again after a few minutes.

This went on for days.

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You wake up to a doctor by your side. You instantly flinch, thinking it was the doctor from the capitol. You look around, panting. The capitol really did a number on you. You were skinny, with bruises everywhere. You had marks on my body, where they had hit you and abused you. Then the doctor starts talking.

“You’re not in the Capitol, you’re in district 13. You’re safe.” She said.

You look around hastily, worried and scared.

Then… you hear a voice you could never forget. You look to my right and see him. You see Finnick standing there, tears in his eyes as he sees your condition.

You quickly rip off everything they had attached to you and ran up to him, hugging him tightly as you cried into his chest. His hand in you hair as he held you by your back, he pulls away a little to see your face.

“I-I thought you were dead…” he sighed, his eyes red.

“I’m right here.” You whisper to him. “I’m right here…”

As we kept hugging you look to the side and see Katniss. You let go of Finnick and hug Katniss tightly.

“Thank god you are alive.” Katniss says as she hugs you tightly.

—A few days later—

The life at district 13 was becoming normal. You liked it, mostly cause you was spending most of your days with Finnick. You don’t know what but… ever since you woke up, you haven’t stopped thinking about how he hugged you, and how you talked… it felt calming in some sort of way.

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It was now late at night and most of the people in 13 were asleep.

You were still up cause you couldn’t sleep. So you laid in your bed, fidgeting with your fingers when you hear a quiet knock on your door. You look up from your bed to see Finnick standing there.

You get out of bed and open the door, whispering to him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask.

He starts then pauses, like he doesn’t know how to say it.

“Can… can I stay here? -Just for the night.” He says.

“Yeah, of course.” You say, a bit worried. You move to the side and let him in.

He walks inside and immediately goes to sit on your bed, you watch him, his eyes red and puffy like he was… crying?

You immediately go sit beside him and rub his back comfortably.

“I’m sorry, I just… had a nightmare. I don’t wanna seem weak, but it was about you…” He says. His elbow on his knees as he stares before him.

“Me?” You say confused. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He just shakes his head.

“It’s it okay if I sleep here… with you?” He asks, finally looking up at you from the floor.

Slightly blushing you say,

“Yeah, of course. Don’t worry about it.”

He chuckles as he notices your blush. He then proceeds to lay down and pull the blanket over him, he open a bit for you to come close and you do.

As you lay on his chest he holds you close, like he’s never gonna let go.

You snuggle up to him and slowly falls asleep as you both feel safe…

#finnick odair #the hunger games #finnick x reader #Katniss #fluff

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fields-of-grimes · 11 months

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Silent But Scary | Carl Grimes

Request: Carl Grimes x Female reader where the reader has bad anxiety which makes her really sensitive and nervous in a lot of situations, but she is also really embarrassed with it and wants to be tough, When Negan's there, he takes a liking to the reader and often targets her or picks on her because of it, and it oftens results in him hurting Carl to see her break and cry, and she finally has enough and kills Negan.

Carl grimes x fem!reader

CW: strong language, mentions of death, death

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You were sitting next to Carl reading comics together, normally this was something you’d enjoy but you had overhead Michonne tell Rick that Negan was on his way to Alexandria. Negan knew you were nervous when he arrived he knew you stuttered cause of your nervousness, but he’s never said anything about it so maybe he’s never noticed.

Carl noticed you had been starring at the same page for at least five minutes. “Hey you okay? Or is that page just really interesting.” He asked laughing slightly. You nodded “Y..Yeah I’m f..fine.” You mentally scolded yourself for stuttering, but that’s just another one of your lovely perks of having severe anxiety.

Carl sighed and pulled you on his lap rocking you softly, “hey nothings gonna hurt you, he won’t hurt you i promise. Nothing nor nobody is gonna hurt you not when I’m here.” He said lovingly in your ear. You blushed slightly then cocked an eyebrow. “But what about when you’re not here?” You asked turning to look at him. He laughed in response, “would it make you feel better if i took you everywhere with me?” He asked laughing as you shook your head quickly.

Your laughter was quickly cut short as you heard Negan’s voice downstairs. You and Carl quickly got up as he grabbed your hand tightly before leading you downstairs.

Negan looked up at the sound of footsteps approaching, his eyes fell on you and he smirked. “Well hello pretty lady what’s your name again?” He asked causing you to squeeze Carl’s hand even tighter. “Y..Y/N.” You said mentally cursing yourself for stuttering in front of him. Negan laughed at your stutter. “Damn Carl how the hell can she take care of herself when she can’t even speak properly. Oh i know her improper speech started when she saw your eye didn’t it!” He said laughing harder causing you to curl away in the corner.

Negan walked up to you, “well Y..Y/N, i see your stutter has yet to go away, when did it start? Oh i know.” He said turning to face Carl. “It started when the future little serial killer here showed you his eye, or did it start when he killed his mommy in cold blood?” He said laughing.

You noticed how Carls face showed anger but his eye showed hurt. “That’s not..not true.” You said clenching your fists. Your words caused Negan to laugh louder. “Sure it is, i mean if i saw him kill his mom in cold blood and then have to see his disgusting messed up face every day I’d probably be scared shitless of him too.”

You growled silently, “THAT’S NOT TRUE!” You screamed as you pulled your gun out and shooting Negan. You slid down the wall crying as you realized what you did, in less than a second Carl was by your side cradling you in his arms.

“Shh you’re okay, it’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay.” He whispered in your ear. You both stayed like that for a while before he picked you up and carried you upstairs. He placed you on the bed and quickly got in next to you, playing with your hair until you fell asleep.

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Thank you anon for requesting this I’m sorry if it wasn’t exactly what you wanted but i tried!

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #twd #twd imagine #twd imagines #carl grimes fluff

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mochie85 · 1 year

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Man of The Month Part 4: April

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Summary: It's Shaun's turn in front of the camera and he has a few tricks up his sleeve or lack thereof to impress you. Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually) Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: Fluff

The next day brought on a new kind of worry. Tony’s words rang in your ears, “The gun show starts with Ten Rings.”

Shang-chi, or Shaun as he asked you to call him, was gorgeous. He had the body of a well-toned athlete and the dry humor of a charming late-night talk show host. All of which would endear anyone to him.

And that’s exactly how you saw him, endearing. But did you see him as anything more? You hadn’t really thought about it.

He was very popular with the ladies. The tower was surrounded with fans for most of the guys and there would be a sprinkling of Shaun’s fans scattered within them.

The interactions you had with him were very few. You haven’t even been on a mission together. You’ve only hung out at the tower or at karaoke nights when Sam and Thor corral the rest of the team for some drunken foolery.

“So over here?” Shaun asked, bringing you back to reality.

“Ya, wherever you want.” You waved at the room as you prepared your camera. “Go wherever you feel comfortable.”

Shaun walked around your studio, trying to get a feel of where he could impress you the most. He saw some workout equipment and wondered if you would be impressed by that. He looked over to you slyly, seeing if you were watching him as he artfully took off his shirt when your eyes met.

You blushed and forced yourself not to turn away. You’ve seen these guys with their shirts off, walking around at the gym, working out. But there was something intimate about the way your eyes met when Shaun took off his shirt.

Get a grip! You’re gonna have to shoot some of the guys in less clothing. Better get used to it now.

He picked up some dumbbells and proceeded to lift them into bicep curls. You looked through the eyepiece in your camera and lined up some shots. You took a few more with him using different equipment but nothing was screaming out at you. It didn’t feel natural.

Shaun felt a little crestfallen at your lack of reaction and obvious dismay. I should’ve known it wouldn’t impress her. She works out with us every day. I need to show her something different.

He didn’t let that bother him though. Instead, he chose to stay positive and see what else he can do to impress you. So, he looked around the studio trying to see what else he might astound you with.

That’s when Shaun saw the small kitchen you had in your studio. “Is this part of your set-up?”

“Hmm? Oh no, it’s just my break area,” you said playing with the light ring. “Tony had it modularly installed so that he can keep me in here non-stop like a workhorse for this calendar.” Shaun gave you a bewildered look. “I’m joking,” you laughed. “Sorta…Tony ends up getting me delivery most days to try and stay on my good side.”

“Well, have you eaten at all today?” He asked.

“I had half a muffin earlier and two Tic Tacs.”

“That’s not a meal. That’s not even a full pastry and breath mints? Let me cook you something,” he said as he walked over to the fridge and opened it.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing in the fridge.” You said watching him as he pulled out a bottle of vintage Dom Perignon.

“Nothing in the fridge? Girl this must be hundreds if not thousands of dollars!” he exclaimed holding up the bottle.

“Tony must’ve put it in there. I don’t remember ever opening that fridge.” You laughed.

“Ok. I’ll be right back.” Shaun left the studio to go upstairs toward the communal kitchen. No one was around except for Loki, who was sitting on the living room couch reading.

Loki looked up upon hearing your door open. He was dismayed to see a half-naked man exiting your studio. Shaun waved his greeting as he headed straight to the fridge. Loki narrowed his eyes and nodded his greeting in return.

Loki watched as he pulled out a carton of eggs, amongst other groceries, and balanced them all in his arms. The last thing Shaun took was a can of whip cream, but only after looking at it decidedly longer than he should have. Making Loki uncomfortable at what he might be planning with you.

Shaun came back into the studio, arms filled with enough food to feed a small family.

“What uh- what are ya making there?” You asked as he set all the food down. He brought down eggs, cheese, and pancake mix in a bowl. From his back pocket, he pulled out a can of whip cream that he placed on the counter.

He turned to look around the kitchen for something. You used this unguarded moment to take a couple more snapshots with the remote control you had in your hand. He found an apron hung by the side of the fridge and proceeded to put it on.

You watched as he filled two champagne flutes with orange juice. After the loud pop of the champagne bottle, he continued to fill the rest of the glass.

“For today’s menu, my two specialties are omelets and pancakes,” he smiled as he handed you your mimosa. “What would the lady like this morning?” He laid a towel over his arm and bowed to you, eliciting a smile from your lips that had him take a quick breath.

“Ooh…a man that can cook. Ok, how ‘bout an omelet?”

“What would you like in it? I brought a bunch of stuff from upstairs to make it with.”

“Simple cheese would be fine. Don’t strain yourself over me,” you said blushing as you fidgeted with the remote in your hand.

“You’re no bother at all! I love to cook. I hope I get to do it with you more often,” he said laden with promises of the future. You watched Shaun work his way around the kitchen. He threw an egg in the air and cracked it with the side of the spatula. A proud grin on his face when he saw your eyes widen with surprise.

“Ooh, and he’s got tricks.” You laughed.

“That’s nothing. Watch this.” He took an egg and placed it in the crook of his elbow. He raised his eyebrows as he proceeded to curl his bicep and crack the egg open, the yolk and albumen spilling into the bowl. You stared at him in disbelief. “Don’t worry, I washed my arm.” And then you lost it. You laughed so hard at his charm and quirky sense of humor.

“How did you do that?”

“It’s not hard. I think you have the muscle for it. Here try it.” Shaun grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. You could feel the warmth of his body so close to you as he placed an egg at the bend of your arm. His thumb grazed against your elbow as he held it. “Now flex,” he whispered. “Like you’re Thor showing off to his fangirls downstairs.”

You giggled at the silliness of it all, and you had to admit, that you were having fun. Shaun’s playful nature always made you laugh, making you feel carefree. You bit on your lip as you tried to focus on cracking the egg but instead were distracted by Shaun’s own body so close to you. You watched his graceful hands move as he flipped the pan, making a perfect half-crescent omelet. He went out of his way to make you something. And that immediately warmed your heart.

You flexed hard and tried multiple times, but the egg wouldn’t crack. The egg dropped to the floor and Shaun was quick to provide you with a new one. You laughed every time you failed. Each egg kept dropping to the floor and the two of you were making a mess everywhere.

Outside, Loki had ventured closer to your studio door. He could hear the melodic tones of your laughter as the two of you spent time together. His overactive mind giving him vivid scenarios of you laughing while Xu uses the can of whip cream he brought down. Was Shaun the one you’d been harboring feelings for? The revelation struck him blind. In all sincerity, he thought he would only have to contend with the soldiers. But the looks all around the table at that meeting a couple of days ago said otherwise.

Loki ran his hands over his face when a sudden crash went off inside your studio and he heard you scream a surprise. Worried, Loki quickly ran over to see if you needed help.

“Scopes?” Loki yelled out. The giant studio seemed empty until he heard the sweet call of your laughter coming from your kitchen.

Loki’s eyes widened at the scene he saw unfolding in front of him. You were in Shaun’s arms. The two of you covered head to toe in flour. Laughing and giggling as if you had just done something so mischievous.

“Ahem.” Loki cleared his throat out loud. You turned to face him. Your red blush showing through the white flour covering your cheeks. Shaun stood you upright and then tried to dust the pancake mix off his face.

“Loki!” you cried and pushed yourself away from Shaun’s embrace.

“I was passing by, and it sounded like you needed help outside. I wanted to make sure you were all right. But I see now that you are in...very capable hands.” Loki growled.

“I-uh, we were just…” your mind scrambled to come up with a reason as to why you were in Shaun’s arms. You didn’t think that Loki would care but you didn’t want rumors going around about something that wasn’t true. “Shaun was teaching me how to crack an egg and I slipped on the ones that fell on the floor. Luckily, he caught me, but not before I grabbed the bowl of pancake mix and launched it up into the air.”

“I see. You don’t need to explain anything to me, Scopes. I just wanted to make sure you were not in danger.” Loki said coolly.

“Thank you,” you said gently as you looked into each other’s eyes. His statement cracked your heart. Of course, he wouldn’t care. Why would Loki get jealous if you were in another man’s arms?

Shaun paused, watching the interaction between the two of you. Especially yours. A small smile played on his lips as he put all the pieces together.

Shaun bristled as Loki gave him one last stare and left the studio. Oh, no. That’s not good. Did I just get cursed by a god?

“Ah-why don’t you eat, while I clean this up.” Shaun offered.

“I can help.”

“No. No. I insist. I made this for you. You should enjoy it while it’s hot.”

“Thank you.” You said as you tucked in to your delicious cheese omelet. “It’s lovely.”

“So…” Shaun tried. “You and Loki, huh?” he said raising his eyebrow.

You choked on the morsel that was in your mouth at his statement. He patted you on the back, handing you your glass of mimosa. “I, uh…”

“Don’t deny it, Scopes. I saw how red you turned when he walked into the room.”

“Ok. I won’t! But you can’t tell anybody.”

“Why not? Just go for it. YOLO, my friend.”

“Ya and that life would end as soon as he laughs in my face and rejects me,” you mumbled as you took another sip of your glass. Shaun vaguely remembers the meeting they all had about this calendar. Apart from Tony, Clint, Rhodey, and Bruce, he was pretty sure that everyone else in that room had the hots for you.

“I don’t think…”

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone!” You demanded.

“Okay, okay I promise.” He relented. “But-” he quickly turned his expression giving way to a devious smile on his face. “-you’ll have to do something for me.”

“Oh God, what is it?” you groaned.

“You have to do three duets with me next karaoke night,” he said holding up three fingers.

“What!”

“Take it or leave it, Scopes.”

“One song.”

“Two songs!”

“Fine. Two songs. Both my choice.” You fumed.

“Deal!”

“Deal.” You both shook hands. “Now clean this up while I finish this delicious breakfast.” You commanded.

“Yes, ma’am.” He laughed as he reached for the paper towels.

In the end, Shaun chose one of the candid shots you took of him as he was searching for the apron. “You make me look good.” He said staring at your computer.

“You already look good. I just took the picture.” You remarked.

Having spent most of the day cleaning and cooking, Shaun left you to finish working on his page as he went upstairs. He was surprised to find everybody there.

Loki gave him a look of annoyance as his lips thinned and his eyes narrowed. “Well, it’s not me guys,” Shaun exclaimed to everyone in the group, shaking his hair of excess flour.

There was a visible sigh of relief from some of the other men who haven’t had their turn yet. Most notably from the god of mischief himself.

“Oh, let’s not all get too sad about it,” Shaun said sarcastically.

“My condolences, Mister Xu.” Vision said as he held Wanda’s hand. “I know you were looking forward to today.”

“That’s all right. I got a good singing partner out of it.”

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Love for Duties Sake Part 3

AN: Hello loves and happy valentines day! Wow when I say I went literally feral writing this I mean I started writing it last night inspired by my bae @pinkwright and the words just flew out idk. Consider this a valentine's treat from me to you. I hope you all enjoy and MWAH theres a very big kiss for all of you.

Summary: As the only daughter of Genelia, there were things you just had to do, and marrying the Queen of Wakanda was one of those things.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, guns, mentions of death and grieving, that’s it I think.

Word count: 3,744

Part 1. Part 2. Masterlist. Taglist.

Suggested listening: Kingston - Faye Webster

“Every single word you say makes me feel some type of way It's the thought of you that slightly scares me But it takes my breath away, forget what I was gonna say The day that I met you, I started dreaming Now I write 'em down if I remember in the morning time”

The ride to the restaurant was quick, you didn’t even pay too much attention to your surroundings as you rode in the back of the SUV next to Shuri. Your mind was too preoccupied with what prompted her to ask you to dinner all of a sudden and why the prospect of spending quality time with her made you feel warm on the inside. That was why you didn’t recognize the path you’d traveled countless times until the car was parked right outside and Shuri was helping you out of the car.

Taking your hand gently in hers as you stepped out, pulling your skirt down to maintain modesty in case any news outlets were there. And of course, they were, but they kept a decent distance away, while they snapped photos of the interaction between you and Shuri; fearful of Okoye, Aneka, and Ayo who flanked you two. Your mind finally made the connection as your eyes read over the name of the restaurant Mamie Bidoche. The same French-inspired quaint restaurant you practically lived in when you spent time in DC.

“Shuri!” You squealed, overcome with excitement to be back at your favorite restaurant. Joy ran through your body and you couldn’t help but jump a little while you still held her hand. “How did you know about this place? Who told you about it?”

Shuri wished she could take a photo of you right then and there with her kimoyo beads just so she could savor the genuine smile on your face. This was the smile she didn’t get to see often, the one you seemed to only reserve when talking to everyone except her. At that moment the Queen swore to do whatever she could to make sure that smile never left your face. “You mentioned it once in an interview when we were first courting, our second with Asha I believe.”

Blush now added to the smile on your face as you recalled the interview. Asha asked where your favorite place to eat in the States was and you replied without hesitation Mamie Bidoche, saying that you’d sell your soul to have a plate of their food again. That was so long ago, how could she remember that?

And that meant she was paying attention to you at the time too. For a long while you’d assumed Shuri had been zoning out during your interviews, not caring what you had to say until it was time for her to play the part of the doting wife. It was part of the reason you built up a dislike for her early in the relationship. But this disproved all of that, she had been listening.

“And that one time I asked you for a hair tie, you told me I should light my hair on fire and offered me a matchbox from here,” Shuri added with a laugh for more emphasis on her point. You had forgotten about that time, not your brightest moment but still funny considering everything.

“You remembered all that?” You asked, your smile had faded into a softer one but Shuri still found it beautiful. Your hand now only connected to hers through your fingertips, both refusing to let go of the other.

“Of course sthandwa, why wouldn’t I? You’re my wife.” The response Shuri gave you made you almost feel silly for asking the question.

Words didn’t feel like they could quantify your feelings so you simply wrapped your arms around Shuri’s neck and pulled her in close to you. Your reaction surprised Shuri but instinctively she wrapped her arms around your waist pressing your body against hers. The cameras snapped, capturing the pure moment between you two. Ayo, Aneka, and Okoye all shared a knowing glance, taking this moment as confirmation of Aneka’s previous theory. “Thank you,” You whispered as you pulled away, the soft smile never leaving your face.

“Nothing to thank me for my love,” Shuri replied, matching your smile. The sound of cameras shuttering reminded Shuri that even though this was a private moment between the two of you, it was subject to be blasted all over the internet at any moment. Plus the sound of one camera that seemed to be clicking more rapidly than others was starting to make her uncomfortable. “Do you maybe want to go inside now?”

You could sense the nervousness in Shuri’s voice, you couldn’t figure out what brought it on but you wanted to do your best to make it go away. Grabbing her hand you replied with a smile “Yes,” before dragging her into the restaurant with Ayo, Aneka, and Okoye tailing behind.

The interior looked just as you remembered it, small and homey with a clear view of the kitchen so you could watch your food be prepared and cooked. Typically lunchtime in DC meant this place was packed but strangely no one else was there aside from the chefs and the waiter who guided you to your table. Shuri held out your chair and pushed you in, sitting in the same corner you sat in when you would come all those years ago.

“Did you have this place shut down?” You ask seriously once Shuri takes her seat across from you at the table.

Unfolding the napkin into her lap she chuckled. “And what if I did?”

You groan and shoot her a look she’s familiar with, level one annoyance. “Shuri,” You state firmly. “You can’t just buy out a restaurant for the two of us, they’re going to lose money!”

“My love,” Shuri scoffed. “It is not just the two of us. Aneka, Okoye, Ayo.” She called the names of the three Dora’s and they all came to your table in an instant. Quite frankly you sometimes found their haste and devotion a little scary, they were always popping up places in the blink of an eye.

“Yes, my Queen?” Ayo spoke first.

You and Shuri maintained eye contact while she spoke to Ayo. You were curious about what she would say and she was determined to prove a point.

“The three of you grab a table together. Take advantage of this fine cuisine my wife raves so much about.”

Okoye tried to refuse. “Our job is to be focused on you, having a meal would only distract us.”

This time you spoke up. “Take a break please, all three of you. You work so tirelessly to protect us all the least you could do is eat lunch. On Shuri’s dime of course.” You added the last part in and caught the smile that Aneka tried to fight.

The three women all looked at each other deciding if they were going to comply or not. One swift head nod from Okoye confirmed that you had won them over. All three walked away and sat at a table far enough away to not disturb you but still close enough that they could keep an eye out in case anything went awry.

“Five people are not the same amount of money as a DC lunch rush.” You remarked. Level two annoyance detected.

“Did you wear that skirt for me?” Shuri asked seemingly ignoring your comment in favor of talking about something she wanted to discuss.

“What? No, I wore it 'cause I like skirts.” Eying Shuri up and down you continued. “We’re hurting their profit margins, Shuri.”

“I don’t like it when you say my name like that. Shuri.” She repeated the way you said her name. “So much contempt, I used to think you might actually hate me.”

Your wife's comments made you pause and you took a sip of water while you digested your thoughts. “Shuri,” It came more softly from your mouth this time. “Have you listened to anything I’ve said? We can’t just shut a place down for five people.

The Queen sighed, as much as she loved her wife's strong will it was times like this that she wished you would just drop things. “Of course, I have listened to what you said, I didn’t just shut the place down. I’m paying double what they normally make per hour for however long we’re here, plus a tip for taking on Ayo, Aneka, and Okoye.”

“Oh,” You said quietly.

“Mhm,” Shuri replied, taking a sip of her own water. “Now are you ready to drop this so we can have a nice lunch?”

“Yes.”

The conversation flowed well between you and Shuri. She was able to delve into some details about current council debates that were stressing her and you offered your insight on how to best achieve what she was looking for. You made everything seem so simple and Shuri appreciated it in contrast to how she overthought everything. The conversation died down as you two finished the last bites of the meal, savoring every drop of sauce left on your plate.

Shuri nibbled the inside of her lip and pushed the remaining food around her plate as she watched you. Something was on her mind and you knew it.

“Out with it already.” You commanded dabbing the napkin at the edge of your mouth. Shuri’s confused face only made you laugh. “This marriage thing means we’ve spent a lot of time together, willingly or unwillingly. I can tell when something is on your mind so spill, let it out.

The young royal shifted in her seat, unaware of how obvious her actions had been. She was so used to being able to pick up on everyone else’s patterns of behavior due to her enhanced abilities but never had someone picked up on hers. Thinking for a moment, she shook her head no. “It’s too personal, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable. Especially after the beautiful lunch we had.”

“Shuri, we’re married, if I really don’t want to, I just won’t answer.” Your response was simple and Shuri appreciated that.

“You um never talk about Genelia?” It came out like a question more than a statement like it was intended. “I noticed that today, when the President’s idiot self brought it up you, seemed almost a little upset. Is there a reason you don’t want to talk about it?”

You tensed up once Shuri finished her sentence, in all honesty, Genelia was not on your list of topics you wanted to discuss today, or any day for that matter. But the way Shuri spoke, her question seemed genuine like she wanted to really know what happened.

Clearing your throat you started. “Genelia and I have a complicated relationship, a majority in part due to my parents. I’m sure you know from interviews and just the public perception of me pre us, I hadn’t been home in years. I lived between France and the United States comfortably I might add for the end of my teen years. What you don’t know however is what made me leave for so long.” You paused here allowing yourself to breathe, these aren't memories you revisited often.

“I know I say a lot that I’m the only daughter of Genelia but that’s technically not true, I’m the only living daughter of Genelia.”

A look of confusion danced across Shuri’s face, she knew you had plenty of siblings but never had you mentioned a sister. You constantly cracked jokes in interviews about how growing up surrounded by all boys made you tough, so to hear about this mystery sister didn’t quite add up.

“Her name was Yara and she was only a year older than me. We did everything together, she was my best friend and we didn’t spend a day apart. I mean I think my mother had to get us separate rooms because I would crawl into bed with her at night.” That smile Shuri had seen earlier crept back up on your face as you reminisced on the good times with your older sister. Imagining what she would say if she saw you now all grown up and married.

“But Yara you know, she was too good for this world I think, that’s the only justification I can come up with. Her little body just wasn’t built to hold all the light she had, she was too much for it. Over the years she became weaker and weaker. And when I was sixteen she uh passed.” The memory of the day she finally passed still stuck out in your mind, how your parents kept you from her until the last minute. How you sat and held all of your tears because you knew Yara didn’t like to see you cry. Her death had been a long drawn-out process and it had been painful to watch your sibling slowly deteriorate.

“My parents didn't really know how to let me grieve like I should’ve been able to. We fought almost every day, just over the stupidest shit. Eventually, they pulled me aside and said I was becoming a bad influence on my younger siblings, that I used Yara’s death as an excuse to act up.” Your voice got quieter as you continued speaking. “My parents told me they had other children to raise, other children to help grieve and I was getting in the way of that. They sent me to France the very next morning.”

Shuri looked at you with the first expression of hers that you couldn’t track. There was a sadness in her eyes but the corners of her lips were tight as if she was mad. “I am sorry to have made you dredge up something so personal, sthandwa.” Reaching across the table she took your hand in hers rubbing it soothingly. “Yara sounds like she was a beautiful girl and an amazing older sister. I am sorry that your parents didn’t allow you to grieve her properly, I know how important that process is.”

At that moment, looking Shuri in her eyes while she held your hand in hers, you never felt closer to her. Not when you two shared your first kiss in front of millions on your wedding day, not during the countless interviews you too had done, not even during the rare times you did share a laugh when you were both home. No, none of those times compared to the connectedness you experienced with your wife at that moment. It scared you how being this connected made you want to be vulnerable to Shuri, you couldn’t let that happen, to tell all of your secrets to her after just one dinner.

You broke eye contact and Shuri took that as a sign to pull her hand away from yours. “It’s okay, I’m not as upset as I used to be about it. Honestly, I’ve been thinking I might want to go back someday.” You said the statement so casually but Shuri’s eyes shot up from the table.

“What?”

“I think I might wanna go back someday, to Genelia.” You repeated.

“No, my love, I heard you, I just can’t understand why you would want to go back to a country that treated you so poorly.” Shuri’s comments made sense and you nodded.

“I’m not saying tomorrow Shuri,” You were careful how you said her name remembering her earlier comments. “I just mean before I die you know? I’ve still got siblings over there that I need to repair things with.”

The morbidity of your comments got Shuri’s eyes rolling but she understood your sentiment nonetheless. The end of your comment piqued her interest but she decided against asking as she had already made you delve into your personal life. The queen allowed a few beats to pass, just admiring your beauty before she spoke, “I have to say entle I enjoyed this dinner with you.”

Shuri’s comments made you smile from ear to ear. “Thank you lovely, I did too.”

Lovely? That was the first honorific you had ever used for her when a camera wasn’t present. Shuri couldn’t help the blush that crept onto her cheeks, you thought she was lovely?

“A shame it has to come to an end though, maybe we could do this more when we’re back home?” Shuri asked the question hesitantly as she rose from her chair holding her hand out to you.

Now it was your turn to blush. The idea of getting to spend quality time with Shuri, uninterrupted like you just did, was a dream you honestly thought was never going to be possible. You took her hand as you stood. “I would love that, but who says that we have to end it here?”

“What do you mean?” Shuri asked, still holding onto your hand.

“Yes, what do you mean my Queen?” Okoye was very quickly approaching you and Shuri with Aneka and Ayo flanking either side of her. Shit, trying to convince Shuri of your plan would be easy, but getting it passed those three would be a difficult process.

“I just mean there's a walk-up ice cream shop, not even a block from here. Like literally right up the street. You batted your eyelashes at Shuri. “We could all get ice cream before we go, my treat!”

Shuri laughed at you and you couldn’t tell if it was because the idea of you paying for something was comical or if it was because you thought Okoye was going to go for it.

“No,” Okoye answered simply, blinking at you unfazed by the puppy dog eyes you were trying to give her. “The area hasn’t been swept; there is no way for us to ensure your safety.”

“And we’ve been in one unsecure location for too long, our whereabouts could be known by anyone at this point,” Ayo added to strengthen Okoye’s point.

“It was secure enough for all of us to have a meal.” You argued back, the taste of the insane flavor combinations the shop was known to mix up already on your tongue. “It’s a Mom and Pop ice cream shop, just one scoop and we’re done!”

Shuri shifted in her heels, rocking back and forth trying to decide if this was worth it. On the one hand, Okoye and Ayo were right, her last-minute decision to take you out here had caused a lot of disruptions to their normal security protocol. And the pictures that had been taken of you two had surely already made their round through the internet meaning your location was public. It was a risky idea. But on the other hand there you were, blinking up at her with your beautiful brown eyes, the ghost of that smile appearing on your lips as you anticipated her response. How could she say no to that?

“One scoop can’t hurt can it?” She turned to Okoye who stared back at Shuri dumbfounded.

“My queen, I cannot advise that this is the safest decision.” Okoye was always honest with Shuri. “But if you two insist, we can do ONE scoop in a cup for you to take back on the jet. Deal?”

You squealed in excitement for the second time in the day. “Thank you thank you thank you!” You repeated the statement over and over to Shuri and Okoye who watched you with boredness and amusement respectively.

The three women escorted you and Shuri out of the restaurant after Shuri had paid, you watched her leave a healthy tip on both of the tables before leaving. Just as you promised right up the block there was an ice cream shop with just two windows, one to order and the other one to pick up your cone. You stood reading over the menu, mulling over what you were going to get when Okoye’s voice cut in.

“You two hurrying up would be ideal. I do not like how exposed we are right now.” Okoye stood directly next to Shuri, while Aneka and Ayo had disappeared, presumably protecting you and Shuri from other areas of attack.

Hearing Okoye’s words, Shuri wrapped her hand around your waist and gently pushed you in front of her so that her back was to the street and you were shielded. The gesture made you blush, she was always so protective of you.

“I’ll have one scoop of your double chocolate coffee crunch in a cup please.” You said to the white man behind the counter who gave you a curt nod. His being there felt a little funny to you, you could have sworn this was a black-owned business who specialize in hiring specifically previously incarcerated black people. Although to be fair it had been years since you’d been there, their policies could have changed due to demand or the job market.

“And I’ll have just a scoop of your chocolate please, in a cup as well,” Shuri added in behind you before placing her card to pay before you could bring yours out. She quelled your protests with a quick kiss on your forehead.

You two stood off to the side while you waited for your ice cream. Shuri’s arms had now moved to rest around your neck, pulling you against her once again with her chin resting on top of your head. Take full advantage of the height difference between you two even though it wasn’t that big. You felt safe like this, wrapped up in her.

The bell dung signified your order was ready and before Shuri could move to get it, you were already slipping out of her arms making your way over to pick it up. All of your attention was on Shuri as you turned away from the counter and stuck your tongue out at her. Earning a laugh from your wife, one of your favorite sounds.

You turned back to take the cups from the man but were instead met by the barrel of a gun aimed directly at you. Fear overtook you and the most you could get out was “Shuri!” before two shots rang out hitting you in the abdomen.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion after that, your body fell back against the concrete with a harsh thud. You blinked and Shuri was at your side, hands pressing kimoyo beads into your stomach. Another blink and you saw Okoye jumping through the window at the counter in an attempt to apprehend the man who had so carelessly tried to take your life. Your wife was speaking to you in jumbled sentences, mixtures between Xhosa and English. The recurring sentence you could make out was her plea to you,

“Stay with me.”

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bucktommys · 1 year

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lafd updates kissing booth scene 😙

hi hi hello !! i was fortunate enough to get featured on an episode of @dispatchpodcast with the simply wonderful @burnthatbridge and had a truly delightful time, cannot recommend enough. i mentioned i had a few deleted scenes from lafd updates 2 and said “hehe maybe i’ll upload them during christmas”, and then as soon as rachel and i hung up i immediately forgot i’d said that so did not in fact upload them on christmas. anyway so better late than never? hope u enjoy hehe

this is lafd updates 2.5: kissing booth. aka will mia ever stop milking this verse (probably not)

Eddie has served two terms in the army. He has fired guns; he has killed people. He left his wife and his newborn son to do a military tour in the Middle East; he has lost countless people on the job.

And yet, somehow, this is his lowest moment: standing behind a kissing booth, wearing an LAFD shirt two sizes too small and a $5 FOR A KISS! badge.

It makes sense, he thinks resignedly to himself as the next woman steps up the booth. This is probably just karmic retribution for all the terrible things he’s done in his life. He’d thought he’d paid it back, by moving himself and Christopher to a new state where they’ve both thrived, taking a job that focuses on saving people instead of milling them down, but apparently not. Just when he thinks the universe has finished taking its turn laughing at him, he falls through another new, impossibly worse trapdoor of shame.

He just didn’t realise this one would mean potentially contracting Covid or beard burn.

“Hello,” he says, anyway, because he’s nothing if not a diligent protector of state. Also Buck has promised him the mother of all blowjobs if he cracks eight hundred dollars. “What’s your name?”

The latest woman blinks at him, a little owlishly. “Um, Alice,” she says with a blush. “Hi, sorry, I just can’t believe it’s really you. You’re so handsome in person.”

“Ha, really,” Eddie says, as though ninety percent of the tax-paying public willing to spend their daily latte budget on a smooch haven’t said the exact same thing to him. He’s honestly starting to get a little offended on behalf of his station portrait; he didn’t think it was that bad. At least not the point where people are insultingly surprised by his apparent good looks. Maybe it’s the hair? “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Alice. I’m Eddie.”

“I know,” she says. “I’m a big fan.”

Eddie reiterates: he posted about traffic and sandstorms. “Well, let’s give you your money’s worth.”

Behind manning a kissing booth, probably one of the more mortifying experiences of Eddie’s life had been discussing the parameters of what constituted a five-dollar kiss with his coworkers and captain. It’s good to know that at least two of his top five most humiliating moments have been solidified within a day; economical, probably, even if it means he needs to go into hiding for at least a week. Chimney had begun the team brief with, “Okay, but do you use tongue?” which was how Eddie knew he was in for a long afternoon. Or, the big banner outside the station with MR LAFD UPDATES MAN KISSING BOOTH INSIDE!! had been an inkling, but he’d been mostly optimistic.

“Like French kissing?” Bobby said.

“No one calls it French kissing anymore, old man,” Buck said. “It’s making out.”

“I,” Eddie said, “am not making out with people. I’m going to get the kissing equivalent of rug burn.”

Chimney had looked concerned. “A peck isn’t worth five dollars.”

“I didn’t tell you to charge five dollars per kiss.”

“Uh, if we want to beat out Station 19 for biggest donation, we’re gonna have to pull out the big guns.” Chimney then gestured at him, as though Eddie was in danger of forgetting that the culmination of the rivalry between the 118 and their biggest rivals rested on his shoulders. And tongue, apparently. He’d been having stress dreams for weeks.

“Yeah, you’re probably gonna have to use tongue,” Ravi said, not sounding apologetic at all. “Everyone in my mentions is talking about it.”

Maybe today would also encapsulate the third worst moment of Eddie’s life. If he played his cards right he might be able to hit all five. “About my tongue?” he said, tiredly. Three months ago, he would have been dismayed. He’s older and wiser to the whims of Twitter now; he’s resigned to his fate.

“#LAFDKissingBooth is trending,” Ravi said. “You better mint up.”

Eddie sighed anyway. “I liked it better when you were riding the coattails of my fame.”

“Oh, I still am,” Ravi said, and flashed his phone screen. “I run an LAFD Updates Man Updates account where I mostly just report on everything you’re doing.”

Hen was pretending not to find this deeply hilarious. It was fine; Eddie was used to being betrayed at this point. “Why?”

“Because I’m at, like, sixty thousand followers,” Ravi said. “By the way, everyone sends their best wishes about your defeat in Mario Kart yesterday.”

Buck said, “Ha!” like this was tremendously funny. “Update-caption.”

“Don’t you have anything to say about this?” Eddie said. “We’re dating.”

“And you’re about to make us hundreds of dollars,” Buck said kindly. “If you kiss them the way you kiss me we could probably charge eight or nine dollars for a kiss.”

“Oh, gag,” said Hen, at the same time as Chimney perked a finger up and broached, “Now, that’s not a bad idea.” There had also been a talk about Covid protocols and the implications of a kissing booth in the metropolis of California, as well as an agreed-upon number of seconds a kiss should last (six seconds, which Eddie had fought tooth and nail down from fifteen, what the fuck, Chim) and a loose script Eddie would follow, because apparently money in a box and then a smooch was “unromantic”, or whatever. “It’s the Mr LAFD Updates Experience,” Chimney said, emphasising the words in a way that they probably all started with capital letters, like a board game or bad dating simulator. God, it’s only a matter of time. “We need to generate good press for our charity auction in Christmas so hopefully we can sell off a date with you for over a grand.”

“We could start a farm in the mountains,” Eddie said to Buck. “Raise goats.”

Buck, who was an asshole for still sniggering at him, but also the love of Eddie’s life, said indulgently, “Goats are cool. Do you think we could make our own cheese?”

Their hideaway in the mountains where Eddie does nothing but spend time with his son and boyfriend making cheese and babying goats has kind of been the thing keeping him going through the afternoon. Even now as he leans in to kiss Alice, counting to six in his head (and keeping his tongue in his mouth, thank you), he lets his mind wander a little: pictures Buck in overalls and nothing else, milking cows and chewing on wheat. Mm.

It's not until she pulls away that he realises to his mortification he’s sprung to half-chub. Quickly he quickly slides the donations box in front of him.

Alice wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, looking a little dazed. “Damn,” she says. “If I pay another twenty what will that get me?”

Eddie tries for a smile. “Probably several rounds at Whack-A-Mole and maybe one of my captain’s smash burgers.”

Alice leans forward across the booth. “Just a smash burger?”

Eddie coughs. “Um, well. And Whack-A-Mole.”

“Lady,” someone loudly says in the queue behind her. “You got your turn. Stop holding up the line.”

Alice scowls, but drops twenty dollars in the donations box anyway before disdainfully swanning away. Eddie is sort of pleasantly surprised by this; he busies himself smoothing the bill down, does a rough estimate in his head with the amount of people he’s kissed across the afternoon and reckons he’s probably very near his eight hundred dollar goal, then looks up for his next customer.

And smiles.

“Well, hey there, cowboy,” Buck says, which is a poorly timed choice of words considering the trestle table they’ve got set up is only just covering Eddie’s boner at the thought of Buck murmuring yeehaw into his ear as they slow-fuck against a haybale. “I heard you’re giving out kisses?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. Goat-rearing fantasies aside, he hasn’t forgotten it was Buck’s big mouth that landed him here. “It’s gonna cost you, you know. Five dollars.”

Buck pouts. “I don’t get a boyfriend deal?”

“You’re right. Ten dollars.”

Buck barks out a laugh, but pulls out a ten-dollar bill anyway. “Deal,” he says, tucks it into the box that only yesterday he and Christopher had spent an hour decorating at the kitchen table as Eddie fried gorditas at the stove. He leans forward, bracing his weight on the table with both hands. “So?”

“Well, let me give you your money’s worth,” Eddie recites dutifully, and it’s worth it for the way Buck laughs when he closes the distance, tasting his smile. Kissing Buck is familiar; grounding in a way, amidst the probably hundreds of strangers he’s kissed today. Buck tastes of the candy corn he’s definitely been sneaking behind Hen’s back, of the protein shake he and Eddie had shared on the car ride in; Eddie counts six seconds, but keeps a hand around the lovely curve of Buck’s face, where he can fit his thumb against the pulse in his neck. Buck bites a little at his lower lip; Eddie is on second twelve of fuck it and opens his mouth enough that he can lick his way in, chase out the bubbling laughter.

Behind them, someone wolf whistles.

Abruptly, he pulls away. Buck is still leaning forward, looking kinda dopey, mouth curved in that indulgent little smile of his whenever Eddie fucks up flipping pancakes or holds his hand in public. “Wow,” he says.

Eddie wipes his mouth. “Come again.”

“Oh, I will,” Buck says, who is predictable as the day is long. “Best ten dollars I’ve ever spent.”

He’s such a piece of shit. There’s no one Eddie wants to escape to the mountains to more. “Go help Bobby with his burgers, slacker.”

“And after I’ve made such a generous donation.” Buck leans away, and Eddie catches a glimpse of the people in line behind him, all gaping. Half of them have their phones out. Eddie altruistically lets this be tomorrow-Eddie’s problem. “How much have you raised?”

“With this?” Eddie flaps the latest ten-dollar addition. “I think this makes it eight hundred dollars.”

Buck grins. “Well, how about that, hey.”

“How about that.” Buck still doesn’t move away. Eddie sighs, but it’s mostly (read: all) for show. “What, Buck?”

Quick as whip, before Eddie can blink, Buck leans back in again over the table and pecks him, soft and slow. “Love you,” he says, and then darts off, leaving Eddie blinking after him.

The next person in line looks impressed. “Damn,” they say. “If I pay you ten dollars will you kiss me like that?”

“Sorry, boyfriend toll,” he says, and they good-naturedly snap their fingers. “But hey, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

#my fic #mr lafd updates man #im. so sorry LMAO

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tilvcei · 1 year

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► 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 PT.3

⭢ In which: it’s finally revealed who ghostface is, you just didn’t expect it to be someone you cared for deeply. if only things would’ve changed. you and your friends start to add two and two together and finally figure out who was behind this all.

☆ | warning(s): knifes, stabbing, blood, death, language, guns, needles

☆ | note: grab your snacks and lean back as this is a long, and I mean long part. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! also, uh, we got a little funny fight between mandy and ethan which I’m pretty sure you’re all here for lol, now, READ 👿

☆ | gender: they/them (reader)

☆ | REMINDER: mandy is NOT apart of the scream franchise. he’s just an add in and a oc of mines. this is all just fiction which is not real, don’t take this seriously.

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It was now late at night, you had stayed at the shrine with the others, mindy was currently at the hospital after getting stabbed, you just hoped she was okay.

Ethan had left, mandy felt relief when he left cause he was getting on his last nerve. maybe one day he could tolerate him, who knows?

You had took your jacket off cause it was getting hot, mandy was in the lobby checking out some old books. to say he’s been with you through about— everything? tonight is the night to confess to him.

You made your way inside the lobby to check on mandy, he was busy reading a vampire rom-com. knowing he wasn’t interested in them he was just probably bored maybe.

"Hey." you said and sat next to him, he sent you a small smile, "hey." he replied while putting his attention back to book. you looked over his shoulder, you’ll admit that the book was a bit interesting.

"Okay, but why did they have to make this a sequel? I mean, it’s obvious the book is horrible but nobody wants to say it." Mandy spoke, breaking the comfortable silence between you two.

your eyebrows furrowed, "it’s not that bad. I’ve read this book before, the reviews are good." when you replied, mandy smirked.

"The rating of this book is; 2.5 stars. wanna explain that?" Mandy questioned, you groaned.

"Well when I was reading it, it wasn’t that bad. I mean, the ratings are bull. do not let me get into the story where I begged my dad to get me another one of those books. cause-" you stopped speaking when you noticed mandy was just staring at you.

What? was there something on your face? Why does he always have to make everything obvious.

"You’re beautiful." he suddenly said, your eyes widened and a blush appeared on your cheeks, "stop and pay attention to the damn book." you said and stuttered a bit.

Mandy threw the book to the ground, a deep grunt coming from his throat. then he looked at you, "I don’t think I want to." he said.

This was the right time to confess to him. It’s been almost a couple of months now, but what you don’t know is he’s been wanting to tell you himself for awhile now.

"I love you." you said, mandy let a gasp escape from his mouth. his eyes widened.

You noticed there was no reply, did he not love you back? maybe it was too soon, you said it to fast. now he’s just gonna leave.

Before you could say anything you felt lips on yours, you realized it was mandy, you wasted no time to kiss him back, he wrapped his hand around your waist as you gave him a deeper kiss in return.

Then you both pulled away, "I love you too." he said breathlessly. you pulled yourself closer into his embrace.

But this happy moment wasn’t going to last forever. a scream was heard and you recognized it as tara’s screams.

You and mandy both glanced at each other before getting up and running towards the direction of the screams.

Once you found her, you saw tara and Sam there, Chad fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood, "NO!" Mandy screamed himself.

That was his bestfriend he just saw get murdered, you looked up and—

"There’s two of these bitches?" Mandy said, they both turned to him and swiped their knifes, the blood disappearing from it.

Sam pushed you and mandy behind her protectively, you were on the verge of tears because everything was just fine a few moments ago.

"(Y/n), listen to me, okay? you see that door over there? Sam will take you and Tara there while I fight these two off." Mandy said, "What? No! I’m not leaving you." you replied, mandy placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"Look at me, I’m gonna be okay. I promise you." Mandy said and then pointed behind you, you turned and saw sam and a crying tara waiting for you.

You didn’t move an inch though, you sobbed and wiped your tears away. as much as you wanted to stay, you knew he was right.

"You’ll come back, you promise?" you asked, "always." he answered and pushed you towards tara and sam.

Then he grabbed his bat, sighing to himself, "Okay now this is real annoying. can’t you both hurry up and get this over with? I’m not gonna mock you both. but uh," mandy smirked.

"You both look real fucking stupid in those ugly ass masks. wanna know what you really are? cowards. just like the rest of them." Mandy said, you didn’t hear anymore as sam and tara dragged you inside another room.

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As you stopped running to catch your breath, the atmosphere in the room changed. Tara placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"You okay?" She asked, all you did was nod in reply as tears fell from your eyes. you hoped mandy was okay, and that this was all a dream you’d wake up from.

You held your aching side, the wound reopening after getting hit by one of the knifes. everything was happening all at once that you yourself couldn’t even comprehend.

"(Y/n), get back." Sam said, pulling you close to her, Kirby appeared and so did detective Bailey. you turned to her, eyes wide with rage.

Kirby hands were shaking as she held the gun in her hands, "it’s okay, I’m here now. you-" you cut her off.

"Go to hell kirby, we know it’s you." you said, Kirby looked confused for a second, if it was her then who was the other person with her?

"What? No, I-" before she could finish detective Bailey appeared and shot her in the chest and stomach, your eyes widened.

You turned to detective Bailey, "Wait, where were you? I called you hours ago. and when you didn’t show up I thought they got to you too." you said, he just shook his head.

"You’re so innocent it’s ridiculous." Detective Bailey added, "Wh..what? What do you mean by that?" you questioned, you winced in pain when the blood started pouring from the reopened wound again.

Both of the ghostfaces appeared beside detective Bailey, you looked at the two, what was happening here? Tara pushed you behind her.

"Who are they?" you asked, pointing your finger at the two with a shaking hand, you heard one of them chuckle from under the mask.

"show yourself motherfucker! what did you do to Mandy?!" you yelled, your voice hoarse from screaming.

And when that person took off their mask, you stood there in disbelief. you wanted to gouge your eyes out from just seeing who it was.

Ethan.

It was him. who in the hell in their right mind would’ve thought it was the cute, dorky boy, under that mask?

Definitely not you. instead of crying or anything, you looked at him in shock and betrayal.

He smiled maniacally, his teeth being visible, his eyes were mainly on you, a crazed look crossed his features when you looked away.

"How? I thought you had went to study hall. you lied about that too, huh?" you said, that was not the question he wanted to hear come from your mouth.

Ethan didn’t reply and tilted his head in wonder, maybe you weren’t happy about this outcome but did it matter? it was a fair fight between him and Mandy. he might even brag about it.

Then that’s when it made sense. it was him at the apartment. it was him sending you those notes. all him.

How did you not know sooner? how did you not add two and two together? Mandy was right, he’s always right when it comes down to these type of things. him and mindy. they were both right. but you were too oblivious to see, you just wanted to see the greater in him. give him the benefit of the doubt.

But you were wrong. terribly wrong.

"What’s wrong (Y/n)? not who you wanted to see? holy shit, you must’ve really thought you both could be friends, too bad. he sees you more than a friend, that’s why he killed your boyfriend back there." a familiar voice said, that person took their mask off and it revealed to be none other than quinn herself.

"How? I thought you died." you said, a tremble coming from your voice, Quinn rolled her eyes, "You really are stupid. I can see why ethan likes you." she continued, Sam glared at her.

"Watch it." Sam said, you felt like you were on the verge of a panic attack. this didn’t make any sense. you actually believed ethan had econ and study hall. But that shit wasn’t true, none of it was.

Ethan gave you a frown, "Aww, are you okay there dove?" he asked, you didn’t answer. at the moment all you felt was betrayal and agony.

You told him everything, you trusted him. he didn’t seem like the type to hurt anyone.

"We get ready to run in 3. okay?" Sam whispered you nodded, "Oh sam, let’s not even talk about you." Quinn said, you and Tara turned to her with confusion.

"What do you mean? Sam didn’t do anything to you psychopaths. you’ve all just gone mad." You said, Ethan smirked.

"Everyone goes a little mad sometimes. didn’t your mom go mad?" he said, at the mention of her, you went quiet.

They both made there way to the three of you, Ethan had another mask in his hands, one you didn’t recognize.

"Listen. I don’t know what you believe, but I didn’t commit those murders in woodsboro, it wasn’t me!" Sam said, holding her bleeding arm.

"Yes you did, you bitch! you killed our brother!" Quinn yelled, you turned to her while clutching your injured side.

"I thought you said you’re brother died in a car accident." Tara added, breaking the intense silence.

Wait, what were they trying to say? that Sam killed their brother? who the hell is their brother anyway, none of it made sense.

You weren’t able to add two and two together when you thought Ethan wasn’t ghostface and he was all quote on quote 'innocent'.

"You’re…you’re Richies family." Sam said, Quinn clapped her hands together with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Fucking finally!" said quinn as her knife went right through your shoulder, causing you to scream.

"They’re finally getting it!" another hit came to your leg this time, you let out another scream, tara grabbed a nearby brick and hit Quinn in the face with it, knocking her teeth out and watching as she fell to the ground.

Tara helped you up and you both ran upstairs, you slipped but regained your footing.

'Everyone goes a little mad'. he was right about one thing, but you weren’t like her. you would never be like her.

you made your way upstairs successfully, your throat felt like it was being clogged with nothing but blood. there was nothing there though, Quinn must’ve got you good then.

"(Y/n), tara, I’m gonna need you both to go first. I’ll be right behind you." Sam said, you looked down at your bleeding stomach and kneeled down to the ground, clutching it.

Tara noticed, "hey, hey, what’s wrong?" she asked, her mascara sticking to her face from all the crying.

"I think- I think when we were running, Ethan hit me with something. I don’t know what it was but it’s hurting my body." you told her with a pained sob.

Tara checked you for any injures but noticed a growing bruise on your arm and neck, "Shit, I don’t know what he hit you with but you’ve got about two bruises. can you stand up or do you need help?" she asked.

"I can try to-" when you tried to move more pain erupted from your entire body, it felt like getting poked and prodded by tiny little needles every time you tired to stand.

You were only going to hold them up, "I can’t move. my arm feels like it’s falling asleep." you said, eyes getting droopy.

"No, no! (y/n) stay awake okay? Sam’s waiting for us." Tara said, you nodded and stood up anyways, regardless of it hurting.

"I see the needle helped, huh sweetheart? in about, 10 seconds you’ll be asleep real soon." Ethan spoke, looking up at you and tara with that crazed stare.

How did he even do that so quietly and quick? there’s no way he had a needle there too. but he did, somehow he was even more sneaky than before.

Your leg was now falling asleep, "what did you do? how—" before you could finish ethan cut you off.

"I used a paralysis drug to do that. I know, smart right?" he said with a laugh, all you did was close your eyes and continue to follow tara who had her hands wrapped around your waist to support you.

"I hate you!" you yelled, ethan only smiled, "And I love you too, pretty thing." he replied.

You started running, tara and sam were in front of you, detective bailey had his gun aimed at you, "Go easy on ‘em." Quinn said, referring to you who was running.

Without even noticing, your feet left the ground but before you could fall tara grabbed you by the wrist and so did sam, the both of them trying to haul you back up.

"No, no, don’t— he’s down there." You said, Quinn giggled and made her way upstairs, the blood from her mouth falling out of it, Detective Bailey went off somewhere else which you didn’t pay any mind to cause you were nearly on the brink of death.

It really wasn’t anymore use since you could feel your arm falling asleep after being injected with that drug. shit, you were running out of time.

"Let me go." you said, that was the only solution since there was nowhere else for you to go, "Come on now, don’t keep me waiting sweetheart." Ethan said, you winced at the sound of his voice.

The blood was making your hands slip out of their grasp, "We’re not gonna let you go, just—" you cut sam off.

"Just. let. go." you said, sounding more demanding this time. Tara grabbed something from out of her pocket and put it in your hands, you looked down at it and saw it was a knife.

Even though this whole situation was wrong and bodies were probably everywhere, but weird thing about it..you smiled.

This time you squeezed the knife that was in your hand, you weren’t even scared anymore.

You aren’t like her. of course you aren’t. but there was a resemblance of her inside of you. And that? that wasn’t going to change.

You smiled up at sam and tara, "Go." you told them, they both nodded and let your hand go.

You fell on top of ethan who caught you in his arms. weirdly he was strong for someone who was 'shy' all the time.

"Gotcha!" Ethan said, he wanted you all to himself, and now he got you where he wanted you. in his arms. no one else’s.

He placed a quick kiss to your lips which caught you off guard. you hurried and pulled away, "the fuck is wrong with you? Ethan I don’t know what you think, but I will never ever be with you. I will never be yours. find some other crazy psychotic bitch that’ll like you…" you said and got closer to him.

"Cause I’m not the motherfuckin' one." You said and dived the knife right inside his mouth, "You die a fucking virgin. or better: die just how your bitch of a brother did." you said and twisted the knife, ripping some of his vocal cords.

Blood fell from his mouth and onto the ground, his grip tightened on yours, you felt yourself smiling, a crazed one.

Then you removed the knife from his throat, Ethan fell to the ground with a thud. even though you didn’t want to hurt him or anyone else, what’s done had to be done. or else you’d still be running.

You looked down at your bloodied hands, then you looked over at the mirror, blood was covering your face as well.

Standing up you staggered a bit, hopefully the drug was out of your system by now.

Oh. Mandy. he didn’t make it…

You sobbed and covered your eyes, sitting on the ground and just crying to yourself.

"You stupid bitc—" before ethan could finish that sentence he was shot directly in the chest.

Wait, that wasn’t you-

"Pretty boys die first." said a familiar voice, you searched for the sound of whoever spoke and locked eyes with the person.

You turned around and saw that it was mandy. he was still alive.

"Mandy?" you said, getting to your feet you hurried and ran over to him, the both of you embracing each other tightly.

tears started falling from your eyes, you thought you’d never see him again.

"It’s okay, I’m okay." Mandy reassured, rubbing your back reassuring. Tara and Sam came downstairs and sighed in relief when mandy was in a good condition.

You and mandy pulled away, then turned to Tara and Sam, "c’mon, save some space for us." Tara said jokingly, but she and sam joined the hug.

Relief washed over you and then everything went dark.

———

It was now morning, the ambulance and police had arrived. Mandy and you sat at the edge of the ambulance, Chad was alright thankfully.

Even after all of this was over you still can’t get over how you looked while you had 'killed' ethan. Mandy finished off the job though, so there’d be no more problems for you both.

Hopefully all this would just be over and done with so you could go back to your normal lives. Mandy looked tired, like really tired.

"Where do we go after this?" you questioned, "hm, good question. I mean, we’ve been running for about a year now." Mandy replied.

"So we should stop running. if this happens again we just face it off. don’t trust anyone until we actually get to know them. so what do we do from now on?" You asked, holding Mandy’s hand.

"We trust no one." he answered, you nodded and leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling tired tried from everything.

"Love you, (Y/n)."

"I love you too, mandy."

The feeling of someone watching you didn’t leave after leaving the shrine. but you really didn’t care. all of this was over.

And there we go, the final part! or..is it? yes lol this is the last one. I just might make a scream fanfiction. so look out for that :D !!!

#xreader #ethan landry #scream vi #scream 6 #scream 6 x reader #scream #quinn bailey #detective bailey

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twola · 1 year

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Seven Deadly Sins - VIII

PAIRING: low to mid honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader

Because if one thing is true, it is that Arthur Morgan is a sinner. Pure, organic, non-GMO smut. A continuing series.

Warnings: Smut, Violence, Low to Medium Honor Arthur (and all that entails)

Salvation: preservation or deliverance from harm, ruin, or loss.

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He didn’t sleep a wink, even with how exhausted he was. His blood pumped as if his veins were a livewire, energy surging through his battered and beaten muscles.

It’s hard to wind down after a gunfight. He knows this, he’s known it for years.

It’s even harder to wind down after the ramshackle buildings the gang was holed up in here in the middle of the damn swamp looked like Swiss cheese - riddled with bullet holes.

Arthur flicks a cigarette into the stagnant water as the sun rises, eyeing critically the wagon with the mounted gun that the Pinkertons were forced to abandon after their assault on Lakay.

A Gatling gun, of all damn things. He supposed he should feel tickled that the Pinkertons felt they needed it to take on the gang. They still ended up running with their tails between their legs, but the gang was in bad shape.

He runs a hand down his face, rubbing at his eyes before smoothing down his unruly beard. It’s much longer than he would ever keep it, but Guarma did not give him the luxury of appearances.

Arthur walks sheepishly toward where Tilly sits against a dock post. After scouring the camp this morning, he’s found neither hide nor hair of you.

“Miss Tilly - I, uh..”

Tilly looks at him, and the very hint of a smile curls at the corner of her mouth.

“She’s out by that little church. Left earlier. I’m sure she’s waitin’ for you.” Tilly says knowingly, endeared to the faint blush staining his cheeks.

“Thank ya,” Arthur mutters, nodding his head and stepping away from Tilly’s seat against the old tree.

He walks out of the camp and fortunately is not accosted by anyone on his way out.

Were you mad? Upset? Furious? Christ, he didn’t even get a chance to greet you last night, clumsily rolling into Lakay after surviving hell on earth on that stupid island. The damn Pinkertons had swarmed the swamp outpost within moments of him getting back, and the firefight that ensued certainly didn’t lend itself to any quiet solitude.

By the time the gang was winding down from surviving the attack, the sun was rising in the east, bathing the swamp in golden light.

Arthur can run through several terrible possibilities on his walk down the road to where Tilly said you were - out by that ridiculous tiny church - much too small for any real person to even climb into. Must be some weird swamp thing. Or weird city-slicker art thing.

He finally sees you - sitting on a blanket spread out on the ground near a cypress tree not far away from the small white structure, gazing out to the open marshes and the bayou north of Saint Denis.

Arthur approaches you quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace you’ve managed to find. You’re barefoot on the blanket, your toes peeking out from under your skirts as your legs curl to the side of your hips.

“Sweetheart-”

You look up at him, somehow unsurprised at his approach, even with how quiet he tried to be. His brow furrows as he takes your face in, your eyes bloodshot and glassy, your cheeks tinged red.

“Oh, darlin’, I hope you ain’t wastin’ them tears on the likes of me.”

You frown up at him, “Shut up, idiot.”

A smirk crosses his face as he holds his hand out for you to help you up. You take it, not before rubbing at your eyes, breathing in through your nose.

“C’mere,” Arthur pulls you up and his other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you to him. You immediately bury your head into his chest, muffling the sob that escapes your throat.

“Hey now, gonna take a little more than a sinkin’ boat to get rid of me.”

You pull your head back, arms still locked tightly around his waist, gazing up at him as the veneer of your calmness cracks, tears streaming down your face.

“A-Arthur- '' You hiccup before devolving into sobs. He immediately leans down to press his chapped lips against yours, holding you even tighter against him.

As if he could chase away your fears and demons with his lips, he presses his tongue into your mouth, breathing your breath, holding you, and swearing in his mind to never let you go.

Your mouths move against each other, softly, slowly as first- but the fire between you starts to burn, fed by the little noises that escape your throat as his hands move all over you, a needy rumble escaping his chest. You pull at the collar of his shirt greedily.

“Christ alive, woman-” Arthur pulls back from you, working the buttons of his shirt.

He sheds the shirt, and your tears return with a vengeance as you see what the time away from you has done to him. His pale chest is singed red from the sun, bruises and scrapes litter his arms, and you can see along his side the shadow of his ribcage. Arthur has always been a solid man, hard muscle underneath his pale skin, to see him looking even the slightest bit gaunt, tore at you.

“Oh god, Arthur-” you choke as your hands fly up to cover your mouth.

“Shh, shh, darlin’. ‘M alright. M’ alrigh-”

A wet, hacking cough cuts him off, and he covers his mouth with the back of his hand, turning away from you. You rush in, placing your hands on his arm, “Christ, what happened to you?”

“Just a little waterlogged - on account a’ almost drownin’. I’ll be over it soon enough, now that I’m off that damn island.” He replies, wiping the back of his hand against his dark pants, returning to gaze at you affectionately.

“C’mon now, sweetheart. Don’t look a’ me like that. Came all the way back here f’r you, I don’t want to see you cryin’.” He says as he goes to gather you closer to him.

But alas, his request goes unanswered as tears pour down your face as you sob again, and his hands cup your cheeks as he steps in even closer to you, his rough thumbs swiping over the apples of your cheeks to stem the salty flow of tears.

“I- I thought you died.” You hiccup, you’re shaking hands pressing against his chest, “I… I thought you were g-gone forever.”

“M here, ‘m here. I was always comin’ back to you,” His fingers weave through your unbound hair, pulling you to his lips, where you open your mouth immediately to him.

Your tongues press against each other desperately. He’s gathered you in against him, arms wrapped around your waist, pressed so hard against his frame it’s hard to breathe against the constriction of your ribs.

Your hands land on his elbows, and you pull downward with increasing urgency until he understands, unlacing his arms as you both sink to your knees, somewhat awkwardly trying to keep your mouths on each other. His hands weave through your hair while yours run up and down the broad muscles of his chest and stomach as if you could never touch enough of his skin.

It may be seconds, it may be minutes before the two of you are tangled in each other, laying on the blanket side by side, refusing to breathe anything other than each other’s breath, as if you were drowning in the open sea.

“Jesus - god, I missed you , my girl.” Arthur pants into your neck as he shimmies his pants over his hips, shedding them and tossing them to the edge of the blanket, laying next to you nude as the day he was born, greedy hands pulling at the fabric of your shirt.

You whine in reply, afraid you would start crying again should you need to speak words into life, and allow him to pull your shirt over your head, revealing your breasts to him, which he quickly leans over and presses his mouth to. His hand tugs at the tie keeping your skirt in place around your waist, and you assist him, frantically pulling at fabric and cotton as you whine, his tongue laving over your nipple.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he has stripped you bare under the shadows of the large cypress trees, there on the blanket in the middle of Bayou Nwa, hidden only by some random bushes and distance from the roads carving through the swamp.

He suckles at your breast eagerly, as one of his hands moves from kneading the opposite breast down, down your ribcage, down your belly, down your hips, to where a needy fire smolders between your thighs.

“ Arthur ,” you moan, pushing his hand to cup your damp skin, needing his touch, needing his breath, needing him .

He groans into the skin of your breast, his middle finger sliding between your folds to find you wet and ready for him. But he makes no move to climb atop you, seemingly satisfied with running his finger up and down the seam of your body.

You can’t- you can’t waste this time - the weeks not knowing if he was alive or dead, the nights crying yourself to sleep thinking you’d never feel his touch again, the abject emptiness you felt in your core thinking he’d never press himself inside you and make you feel complete ever again.

You push against his shoulder, and he lets go of your breast and raises his head, a confused, slightly pained expression on his face. You push his shoulder even harder before he has a chance to question you, and to his surprise, you’re able to maneuver him to lay on his back, sprawled out on the blanket.

“Darl-”

Swinging your leg over his pelvis cuts him off, and his hands clamp to your hip magnetically, his eyes wide as you hover your hips over his.

“N-need you-“ You moan, breathless, as you reach down, grasping his length, rock hard as you knew he’d be, and aligning yourself with him, holding his cock as you begin to sink down on him. As the head of his cock presses inside you, your hands find purchase on his shoulders for balance.

Arthur watches your hips as you slowly take him, inch by inch of his cock disappearing into your warm cunt, until the feeling is too much and he throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as the back of his head hits the ground.

You bottom out, gasping as your body gets used to him, the sweet feeling of being filled, assuaging emptiness - chasing completion.

Arthur’s fingers constrict on your skin as you give a small roll of your hips, the base of his cock leaving your body for a moment before you return. You let out a long, satisfied sigh, your hands moving down to his pectorals before you slowly roll your hips again, loving the near-painful stretch of your body accepting all of him.

“D-didn’t think I’d ever have you again-” You whisper, looking down at his wide eyes, the blue-green pools you never thought you could get lost in again.

Arthur’s eyes flutter closed as you pick up speed over him, hips rolling back and forth atop him as you pant on your knees. His hands guide your movements, splayed wide over your hips.

He grunts, opening his eyes again, “G-god - ain’t no place I’d rather be-” he gasps as you thrust your hips down on him hard, “-than inside you, mmph .”

You rock over him, moaning unabashedly as your knees grind into the ground at either side of his hips. Your head tips backward as you increase your tempo, arching your back as you feel the pressure of him inside you change with the angle.

He’s panting, his hips making little thrusts up to meet yours. Large hands fly back to your waist, clenching hard and aiding the speed of your movements as you roll your hips over him.

Arthur gives a needy groan, his hips leaving the blanket entirely, and the next thing you know, you’re beneath him. He’s flipped you over, on your back under him with a yelp as grabs your legs, slotting his hands underneath the back of your knees, and pushes them back, resting the backs of your thighs on his shoulders.

“ Fuck - ” he groans, managing to keep his cock within you the entire time, and he leans over you, your legs bending to nearly press against your ribcage, “You’re…”

The words fade from his lips as a groan is all he can manage to get out. You mewl beneath him, with your knees over his shoulders, he basically has you bent in half.

He wants to say more, he wants to tell you everything. But as he glides into your impossibly tight warmth, it’s like his voice doesn’t work anymore.

You’re everything, you’re what I needed to come back to, you’re what kept me goin’ on that stupid island…

You whimper, tears leaking from your eyes as you clutch at his forearms desperately, “A-Arthur…”

He pushes deep, deep, within you, as far as he can go, giving you as much of himself as he physically can. Every inch of him, buried within you. His forehead leans on yours, as if he could not fathom being any further from you.

All I can think about at night is bein’ inside you. All I want to do in the mornin’ is wake up with you in my arms.

Your voice cracks with emotion, breathless and thick as tears continue to stream down your face, tinged pink with arousal.

“I l-love you, Arthur-”

I love you, Darlin’.

He comes, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels wave after wave of hot spend leave his cock and paint your insides.

You’re clutching around him, your legs shaking as you pant little needy cries, and he knows your body well enough at this point to recognize that you’re coming too - a drawn-out orgasm that feels like it’s going on forever. Little waves, one after one, caressing him instead of one that he’s apt to drown in.

He slowly lets your legs down from his shoulders, but refuses to move his hips, keeping himself buried inside you.

His large hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb tracing away the tears falling from your glassy eyes.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

The smile you give him is bright enough to rival the sun. He drapes himself over you and finds your lips, and the curve of that smile against his is enough to save a parched man, as if he could drink from your lips forever.

Forever is what it feels like, as unwinding yourselves from each other is an impossible task. A task both you and he absolutely refuse to do after the hell of separation over the last several weeks.

Your tongues pressing against each other, hands trailing over curves and hard planes of muscle, and everywhere, it is only a few minutes before you are gasping into his mouth, and he grunts in return as you feel him stir within you.

His hips press back into yours, and you moan as you hook your ankles over his hips. He buries his head into the curve of your neck, the overstimulation of his cock and the thick wetness of your cunt, covered with his warm spend, he doesn’t know how he could ever leave you.

But the flighty, whimpering, needy noises that you make, it goes straight to his pelvis. Even so soon after you’ve milked him with your sweet warmth, he’s ramrod hard again in moments. He’ll give you anything , everything you ask for. Just tell him. He’ll shoot, kill, steal, ride to the ends of the earth for you.

With a breathless finality, you tell him. Words slip from your mouth like sweet nectar, as one of your hands pulls the long ends of his hair. You tell him all he needs to know in whimpered syllables.

“I l-love you so much, Arthur-”

Christ, he’ll give you everything.

Arthur rolls his hips and gives you himself. Each thrust of his cock hits that sweet spot within you that makes you cry out. Each labored pant in your ear, the movement of each muscle that makes up the mountain of him. He gives you it all.

He knows, deep down, that anything he gives would not be worthy of the love you’re proclaiming into the morning air. He could give you his faithfulness, the word of a robber, a thief, a murderer. He could give you his body, the broken down body of an aging gunslinger, nose misaligned from too many bar fights, scars across his skin like constellations. He could give you his name, which he knows, he knows , means nothing. Mary Gillis had the decency to teach him that when they were young .

So all he can do is try to bring you pleasure, try to assuage the tears that have spilled from your pretty eyes. Try to give you something, anything , that comes close to equaling the peace you have brought to his restless soul.

He comes quickly, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, not enough to hurt, but enough to muffle his groans as he pours himself into you again. A pang of regret courses through his veins, that he was not able to last longer for you.

Arthur slides his softening cock from your body and you whimper needily, he shushes you gently, lips on your forehead, as he lowers himself to his hip beside you.

“I gotchu…I gotchu, sweet girl,” he whispers, his hand trailing down your stomach to brush against your core as his other arm maneuvers beneath your shoulders, pulling you to curl into him. He pulls your leg over his thigh, opening the seam of your body, and wastes no time at all, pressing two fingers into your swollen core, pumping them in and out in a fashion to replicate how he was fucking you before.

You’re crying, panting, nails digging into his forearm as he crooks his fingers within you, his thumb circling your hooded nub. His frame looms over you, muscled arm around your shoulders, drawing your head into the crook of his neck where you whimper.

Arthur whispers huskily into your ear quiet affirmations, good girl, almost there, gimme one more. You squeeze your eyes shut, gritting your teeth as the pleasure he gives you verges on pain, the overstimulation wracking your body with spasms of your hips, one leg thrown over Arthur’s thigh as he works your dripping cunt.

You give a high and flighty cry as your body clenches, and he groans as he feels you squeeze his fingers, pressing his lips against yours desperately as he works you through your orgasm, shuddering and shaking, naked in his arms.

He whispers against your lips as he slows down the movement of his hand, “Christ, I missed hearin’ that.”

Arthur slowly extricates his fingers from your body, the both of you look as they come out covered in the combination of your dripping slick and his milky spend.

He wipes his hands dry on the blanket and almost immediately leans over you, cupping the back of your head with his fingers and deeply kissing you, his warm skin pressed against yours, his weight gently bearing down on you. As starved as you thought he looked before, as you’re wrapped up in his embrace, you’re reminded how large he is - built like a mountain, smothering your entire frame under him.

By the time he pulls away, he leans on his elbow over you, gently laying your head on the blanket underneath you.

“We probably gave half a’ Lemoyne a show there,” you giggle, finding it incredibly endearing to see a blush settle on his cheeks, considering he just had you bent in half fucking you into the ground.

He unwinds his arms from you, as if he just realized the two of you were completely naked in the bayou, and you snicker as he leans over to grope for his clothing that was so hastily shed.

You both shrug your clothes back on in silence. He’s gotten himself dressed completely as you tie your skirts on. He steps closer to help you, taking the strings of your skirts and tying the knot behind your back. He leans over you and kisses the crown of your head as he finishes the knot.

You turn, placing your fingers against his firm chest. His hands move to cup your cheeks as he leans down to press his lips to yours. When he pulls away, he places his forehead against yours and you let out a shaky breath.

“ ‘M always tryin’ to come back to you.”

“Don’t leave me like that again, Arthur.”

He shakes his head, and swipes his thumb across your skin preemptively, “I won’t, I won’t. Ain’t no one…- ain’t nothin’ that’s gonna keep me from bein’ by your side.”

You look up at him with glassy eyes, your fingers clutching at his shirt. His hands smooth down your face, down your shoulders, across your back, until with the slightest pull, he gathers you into his embrace. You let out another long, shuddering breath and relax against him, leaning your cheek against his collarbone.

His chin rests on the top of your head as he gently sways, arms wrapped right around your small frame, engulfing you in all of him.

After it all, the near drowning, the chain gang, the entire goddamn island - it all faded away now that he had you back in his arms. Of this, he knows is true - he would go to the ends of the earth to return to you - to your waiting arms and sly smile and how your voice gets soft when you’re saying something sweet.

He shuts his eyes and relaxes for the first time in weeks.

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fawnandshadows · 1 year

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How You Get The Girl

Chapter Three

Chapter Two

AO3

Word Count: 2k

Warning: Swearing

“How does this work?” Elain asked, shifting from foot to foot as Azriel snapped his black latex gloves into place.

“You’re gonna have to lay down,” Azriel said, nodding to the table. The only flat surface available.

“On the table?”

“On the table.” He confirmed with a small smile.

“And how…” She trailed off and continued at Azriel’s cocked eyebrow. “How undressed should I get?”

Azriel’s face stayed blank and impassive at her question, but he did take a moment to respond. His eyes on her and the only sounds in the world were that of distant traffic and Cassian singing along to Lynyrd Skynyrd as he drove — Elain wondered if he was truly oblivious as to what was happening behind him, or if we was simply giving Elain and Azriel as much privacy as he could afford.

“Pants should be lowered, if not off.”

He stared at her and Elain wondered if there was actually a challenge in his eyes, or if that was an illusion of her own making.

With a steadying deep breath Elain’s hands found the button of her jeans and quickly unfastened it. She slowly lowered the zipper and the metallic sound of the prongs pulling apart didn’t register over the pounding of her own heart.

She stood with her thumbs hooked in the waistband of her jeans as she debated her next move. Azriel’s eyes intense as they stayed locked on her, waiting to see what she did next.

Elain listened to the little voice in her head, the one that urged her to ignore Future Elain and give into her little reckless abandon, and shimmed her curved hips as she pushed down her jeans.

A burning blush coated her cheeks as she stood in nothing but her underwear, socks, and Azriels sweatshirt.

She leaned to pick up her jeans and deliberately ignored Azriel’s eyes as she folded the fabric and placed it on her vacated seat.

“Table.” Azriel said in a firm voice.

Elain nodded her head and spun around before thinking too much about it and sat on the table — the chilled surface jolting her a bit. She scooted back so that her shins were hanging off the table and she was flat on her back.

“Like this?” Elain asked, and before he could answer she moved. Her hands went to the hem of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head, exposing her tank top.

“Pillow.” Elain explained, bunching up the fabric into a ball and resting her head on top of it.

Azriel’s eyes dragged over her form. Across her white tank top and the cobalt bra that was peaking out of it, over her simple cotton panties and down the length of her legs.

“Move your waistband up a bit,” Azriel nodded to her hip, not meeting her gaze and letting his dark hair fall over his face.

She adjusted her position and used a hand to clear the area for Azriel, bringing the fabric well over her right hip, the one farthest from Azriel.

“Should I lift my leg for you?”

Elain studied his profile and noted the tension in his jaw.

Azriel gave one tense nod and Elain lifted her knee up in the air.

He ignored her as he got a few last minute things in order. Making sure everything was right with the tattoo gun, and Elain wondered if he was always this thorough when double checking his equipment — but then his hand landed on her thigh.

Warm. Even through the latex glove Azriel’s hand was so warm it was nearly suffocating her. He pushed her thigh back to give himself more space and Elain had to focus on keeping her breath steady as he leaned closer to the inside of her legs.

She was barely aware of the steady buzzing of the needle because she couldn’t register anything beyond the heavy weight of his hand and the dampness of his breath brushing against her skin.

He was consuming all of her senses that she almost missed the needle piercing her skin.

Her teeth sank into her lip as he tattooed her — there was something unexpectedly intimate about letting him draw on her skin. Tattooing was his art and it would forever be displayed on her body.

It became increasingly hard to breathe the longer he worked. And every once in a while her breath would hitch as the needle worked over her sensitive skin, and the only indication Azriel gave of acknowledging her reaction came from the way his fingers would tighten their grip on her thigh.

With the most delicate precision, Azriel wiped away the blood trickling from her skin.

He stayed professional.

Acting as if his head wasn’t essentially between her legs.

“I think we’re done.” Azriel said quietly, blotting away the last traces of blood. He shifted a bit to look at his work from a new angle, exposing more of his face to Elain. And Elain was desperately trying to pick apart and read his expression that neither of them noted the shuffling at the back of the bus and the footsteps passing across the hallway.

“What, the fuck, am I looking at?”

Elain jerked at the sound of Rhysands voice, her hips bucking a bit, but Azriel kept her in place with his firm grip on her hips.

“I’m tattooing a client.” Azriel said in a cool voice. Elain and Rhys both knew him well enough not to have missed the sharp edge in his voice.

“Good,” Rhysand said, and Elain pulled her eyes away from Azriel to finally look at Rhys. He ran a hand over his face and tugged at his black strands. “I was afraid you were doing something stupid.”

“Rhys.” Elain said gently, pushing herself up onto her elbows.

His violet eyes landed on hers and Elain could feel the scarlet blush scorching her cheeks. Azriel didn’t move and Elain realized he was blocking her bottom half from Rhys.

“Yes, Elain? Care to explain why his head was between your legs?”

Elain wasn’t going to let herself be cowed by him when she didn’t do anything wrong.

“I wanted my tattoo somewhere where others wouldn’t see and judge.” She stared him down as the words left her lips, and Rhys had the grace to look a little sheepish.

“Elain,” Rhsyand took a deep breath.

“Be careful with what you say.” Azriel said, not bothering to look at his superior as he leaned forward a little to grab his bundled up sweatshirt.

Rhysand glared at the back of his head.

“In the past twenty four hours you traveled cross country by yourself and involved one of my men to do it, and you allowed another one of my men to tattoo you in a place where all three of us know your parents won’t like.”

“I’m 21.”

“And your parents sign our paychecks.”

Azriel unraveled the fabric and gingerly placed it over her lap.

“She didn’t do anything wrong.” Azriel said, scooting out of the seat and turning to stare at Rhysand as he took off his latex gloves.

“You don’t think she was at fucking risk traveling by herself without our knowledge?”

“Of course she was,” Azriel said cooly, and Elain tried to ignore the stab of hurt that sliced through her ribs. “But nothing happened. She wasn’t hurt. She found her family. She—”

“She let some guy ten years older than her tattoo pubic—”

“Eight,” Azriel cut him off in a knife life voice. “And lots of people get their bikini line tattooed.”

“Do you really think her father,” Rhys pointed a finger at her and Elain dug her fingers into the cotton sweatshirt on her lap. “Will love that some guy eight years older than her had his face between her legs while giving her a tattoo. Fuck, we all know how much he hates tattoos. He tells us every time he sees ours.”

“He’s not some guy,” Elain said harshly, sitting up fully now and staring dagger at Rhysand. “He protected Feyre from Tamlin.”

She almost felt bad for the words, hitting Rhysand where it hurt. Feyre. She felt gross bringing up Tamlin, but it was true. Azriel has been protecting Feyre for years and he was the one that caught Tamlin, Feyre’s ex-boyfriend, when he was breaking into their house and terrorizing her.

Rhysand ran a hand over his face. Again.

“I just,” He took a deep breath. “Your parents are protective over you, Elain.”

“I was gone for two days and my parents never noticed.”

His shoulders sank.

“They’re not protective in the right way,” A sadness flowed in his violet eyes. “They care about who you marry,” Elain winced at that. How her parents were urging her towards Graysen, the son of their best friends. “They are about your image,” The girl on the cover of magazines. The girl with the third most followers on Instagram. The girl with the most beautiful face in the world. “They’re going to care about Azriel touching and permanently marking their daughter.”

“He’s right.” Azriel said quietly.

“It’s not their decision.” Elain said a voice that she hoped was firm.

“I just want you both to be careful.” Rhysand said, looking between the two of them. His expression sharpened a bit as he looked to Azriel.

Azriel gave a terse nod.

“I don’t want to cause any trouble for you. Either of you.”

“I know, Elain,” Rhysand said, looking at her softly. “I want you to be honest, really honest, did something happen before you left?”

“Yes. No. It’s silly.”

Azriel turned, crossing his inked arms over his chest, and looked at her with a furrowed brow. Elain felt as if the attention of the entire world was on her. He silently asked her to go on.

“My parents were planning a party,” She felt silly, sitting there on the table talking to them about her problems. “And they invited Graysen. There was talk of a proposal, which is so-so — we aren’t even dating. We broke up a few weeks ago. But I heard my mom talking about our wedding and I just — I had to leave. No one was there. And I’ve been wondering why my parents didn’t want me to go on tour with everyone else, and now I know. It’s because of this. They wanted to get me alone because they-they thought I would give I’m if no one was around. And I’m afraid that they might have been right.”

The two of them stood in silence as they took in her words.

“We would have helped you, Elain,” Rhysand said gently. “We have an extra man here. One of us would have flown back to pick you up.”

A small smile twisted on her lips.

“It was kind of exciting to travel by myself.”

Rhysand begrudgingly smiled at her and nodded.

“I’m going to head back to bed,” Rhysand started and pointed at his brother. “Stay out of her legs.”

Azriel stared coldly at him as he walked away.

“Did you pack any skirts or dresses?” Azriel asked her abruptly.

“Yes,” Elain responded. “You know they’re my favorite.”

Azriel nodded and smiled slightly.

“Shorts and pants might irritate your skin.”

“What am I going to sleep in?” Elain teased.

Azriel cocked his head to the side.

He took a step closer to her and tugged at the sweatshirt on her lap.

“This should work,” Azriel stated. “Or I have some shirts you could borrow.”

“You just want to see me in your clothes.”

“So?”

Elain grinned broadly at him.

“I’m not hearing anything,” Cassian called from the driver's seat. “Definitely not hearing any flirting after Rhysand told you guys to keep it in your pants.”

“You can sleep in my nook tonight.”

“Thanks,” Elain said breathlessly as he helped her off of the table. She slipped into his sweatshirt as she stood in front of him. “Good night, Azriel.”

They looked at each other for a moment. Streetlights streaming through the blinds and highlighting the sharp edges on Azriel’s face.

“Good night Elain.”

She could feel him watching as she walked away.

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You Are The Daydream

Inspired by this comic: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/30173046

The morning light shining through the blinds was fragmented. A cacophony of birds sang out of tune. The room slowly shifted in and out of focus, an unstable 3D image of itself. My alarm was blaring, and the jarring sound rang in and out of my ears, a sensory overload I hadn’t ever felt. There was a crushing weight on my chest. A splitting migraine broke me into pieces. I reached for my phone to shut off the alarm, and was met with another hand brushing against mine. It was soft and gentle. Asuna’s?… Our fingers intertwined in an embrace, her knuckle lightly brushing up against the snooze button. I turned my head to the woman lying on top of me, we pulled into an embrace with a kiss. Except, instead of meeting the ember eyes I expected, a purple galaxy laid before me. Locks of ashen hair tickled my blushing cheek as we stared into eachother. Where had I seen these eyes before?

There was a light knock and the sound of the door creaking open.

“Kazutoooooooo- breakfast is ready, you better not be sleeping in agai-”

Sugu. Based on that reaction, she’s seen everything- shit.

We pulled out of our lip-locked connection, a small trail of saliva linking us together remained as we pulled away. We looked towards my little sister, like a pair of deer caught in headlights.

“K-kazuto?... Wh-what are you?...”

There was the sudden rush of her out of the room, followed by a frantic call.

“Emergency girl meeting Asuna- call the others- Dicey Cafe!”

Me and my bedroom intruder took a moment to meet eachother’s view. I knew who they were. On top of me was me. The me from Gun Gale Online. A mutual understanding was found as we rushed out of my room, my pajamas ill-fitting their slender feminine figure.

…

“Huh… Yeah that is your GGO model huh?”

Sugu anxiously bit into a waffle as they sat at the table for breakfast.

“Yeahhhhh we’re as confused as you I’m sure.”

My feminine twin sat beside me, finger on her mouth thinking.

“I suppose given the experimental procedures with our fluctlight, it isn’t impossible that our soul was cloned, but a full human body replicant seems beyond the current reach of our capabilities…”

I left behind another life in the Underworld, after 200 years the me that lived there had passed on. But… maybe these imprints remained in some form. But how could that imprint be beside me?

“Y’know Kazuto, I’m more curious as why your clone is a girl, and why you were practicing swordfighting with your tongues-”

“H-hey I assumed it was Asuna laying on top of me- And they’re a guy, but I’m not sure if that makes it better-”

I was interrupted by the other me patting themselves down in all of their delicate areas.

“Nope! Looks like this time this model’s a girl- I mean I guess the parts don’t make a girl! But like- whatever you get it. I guess for convenience you can call me Kiriko instead.”

“Kiriko huh… Hey Kazuto, why’s it that you have a female name picked out already?”

Suguha pointed a fork in my direction accusatory.

“That’s confidential information… Wait why are we assuming I’m not the clone?”

“Well duh, you’ve still got my old body. Makes more sense that you’re the real one.”

“Fair point.”

“Alright- regardless we gotta head to Dicey Cafe. The girls are expecting me now, and I guess we need to get our introductions in order.”

…

Suguha and I walked into Dicey Cafe. Kiriko had decided it would be best to fix herself up slightly and she’d catch up afterwards. Liz, Silica, Sinon and Asuna were already waiting at a table.

“O-oh Kazuto’s joining us huh?”

Silica seemed genuinely shocked at my inclusion in the matter.

“Well, I mean, this is about me after all-”

I pulled up a seat beside Asuna, who was glaring daggers into my very soul.

“So you guys gonna tell us what all this is about? Why are ya draggin us out this early?”

Liz made no attempt to hide any fury in her voice, luckily we were the only patrons in the cafe at this time.

“Given the circumstances, I would love an explanation.”

Sinon seemed more calm-spoken than the others, but there was an undeniable rage in her eyes.

“Sinon, you don’t have to worry, you’ll understand before anyone else.”

My eyes trailed away from the table, wishing this nightmare was really just a dream.

“I think it would be best for all of us to arrive before the discussion.”

Sugu did her best to cover for me, knowing it was slightly her fault I was being grilled at the moment.

“Huh? There’s more people coming?”

Silica perked up.

“Oh yes, our guest of honor…”

I grumbled out.

A ringing at the front door pulled the attention away from me for a moment. A raven haired girl in a plain face mask and girl’s school uniform walked in alongside Klein. He ran over to our table excitedly.

“Yo! Hey guys, I didn’t expect y’all to be here. I was just helpin this cute chick find her way here.”

Looking up at the girl, I could instantly tell it was Kiriko, and that she was doing her best to hide a blush.

“Sorry Sugu, Kii-boy, I got a biiiiiit lost following you guys.”

Her voice may have been slightly softer than mine, but it should have been unmistakably mine to anyone.

Sugu looked at me expectantly.

“So do you wanna tell him?”

“Oh no I wanna drag this on as long as possible actually.”

That comment elicited a giggle from Kiriko, and suddenly Sinon stood on end. She stared at Kiriko and back to me, then to Kiriko again.

“Oh you’re fuckin’ kidding me Kirito…”

“Ah so you’ve seen the issue huh?”

“Yup, it’s me, I’m the issue Sugu warned y’all about.”

Kiriko did a curtsey in her skirt, seeming to love the spotlight, even if it was a spotlight of daggers.

Asuna looked to me, tears at the edges of her eyes.

“Kirito… who is this?”

“So is that the no-good floozy you were sleepin with?”

Liz pounded on the table.

Kiriko and I both laughed and Sinon shook her head.

“Ugh… no you idiots. You- take off your facemask!”

Kiriko obliged Sinon’s request and showed off her face… which was just my own face with a bit more makeup.

“Recognize me yet?~”

Kiriko playfully winked at Sinon.

“Guys… that is Kirito…”

Sinon looked exasperated.

“Well, my name’s Kiriko now- but yeah pretty much spot on!”

She slid out of Klein’s grasp and into the seat beside me. Klein took one look at me, then at Kiriko, and then walked out of the cafe.

“W-what do you mean that you’re Kirito- or Kiriko?”

Asuna stammered out, justifiably confused by all this.

“Well, today I woke up, and suddenly there were two of me. We don’t have a solid explanation besides the experimental work on my fluctlight, but that’s just a guess.”

I relaxed in my seat and held the hand of my dear wife. It felt almost identical to Kiriko’s.

“Jeez, with the urgency Sugu called us with, I thought she caught ya in bed with another woman.”

Liz relaxed slightly, pouting and crossing her arms.

Sugu giggled slightly.

“Well technically I did catch them sleeping in bed together.”

“Hey now, that’s unfair. If you called them every time I was sharing a bed with a girl, you’d have to call almost every morning last month when you kept coming into my room after your nightmares.”

Silica blushed at my comment.

“Y-you two sleep together?”

Sinon smirked a bit.

“Y’know I’m an only child but I’m pretty sure sleeping with a sister isn’t exactly typical.”

“Yeah well. She’s actually our cousin, and my parents are actually my aunt and uncle so like. That’s not exactly typical. I don’t think.”

Kiriko tried to defend us, but probably made it worse.

“I-I don’t think she meant it like that…”

Asuna was clearly having the roughest time with this news.

“Hey Asuna, it’s okay, I’m still me… And she’s just… Another me. So you don’t need to worry about anything. Everything is completely fine.”

Kiriko waved and blew a kiss at Asuna. I guess technically Asuna is her girlfriend too huh?

“Huh so I guess I am bi then huh… Well now I’ve got two Kirigayas to marry, I just expected this to be a lot worse.”

She slowly brightened up at the thought of having two Kirito-adjacent partners.

“Yeah, that emergency line is typically just for whenever one of us suspects ya of bein with another girl.”

Liz playfully teased.

“D-do you really have that little faith in me guys?”

“Well you’re constantly surrounded by new girls so…”

Silica could barely look at me as her thought trailed off.

A giggle broke the silence, erupting into a full blown laugh. Kiriko was beside herself.

“Hear that Kii-boy? The code is only for other girls! So everything we did with Eugeo is completely fair game!”

She laughed harder at her own joke, but as all eyes pointed back to me, I looked to her with death in my eyes.

“Kirito-kun, whose Eugeo?”

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