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tojisbbg · 2 years

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✵ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 ✵

❝talk to me as i am sleeping, hold me while i'm dreaming.❞

♡ sanzu haruchiyo ♡

a/n: how could i be a sanzu stan and not write about him?? soft sanzu hours is my favorite! (this piece is heavily self indulgent)

content: fluff, husband sanzu x y/n (reader), comfort but slight angst (?), sanzu is a sweetheart, reader is really touchy, soft smut (not gonna give too many details cuz where’s the fun in that?), all acts are consensual, not checked for grammatical errors.

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if shifting by using quantum jumping was possible, would you be able to sleep every night knowing that you’re in your desired reality?

a reality where life was absolutely perfect, not a single flaw detected.

a life where your husband of two years would be home by evening, sitting down for the fresh off the stove dinner you prepared instead of shoving it inside the fridge for him to heat it up later.

a reality where the bed didn’t seem too big as you laid on it peacefully, welcomed by a strong pair of arms as you drifted off to sleep.

it was a regular friday night, the weather outside wasn’t too pleasant at the moment. it was pouring outside, the loud pitter-pattering noise of the raindrops hitting your window before thunder and lightning strikes again.

nights like these used to be your biggest fear, after all, you were the only soul inside the huge penthouse in the center of tokyo right now. it was scary to stay home alone while the sky roared and wept, but you eventually got used to it and realized that it was rather comforting.

at least you weren’t the only one who was crying.

you tapped on your phone screen, the sudden light nearly blinding you as you checked the time. it was nearly two in the morning and sanzu still hasn’t returned from work.

matter of a fact, it’s been two days since he’s last stepped a foot back home. the last time you both spoke was during lunchtime the day before yesterday, where he informed you about some odd mission mikey put him and the haitani brothers on.

you let out a heavy sigh, not surprised at this very frequent reoccurrence.

this wasn’t something out of the ordinary.

you knew what you were getting into when you accepted bonten’s number two as your boyfriend, who would soon be your husband as well. it’s not a lie that your husband gets his hands dirty with blood and violence for illegally earned money as a source of income. you couldn’t help but let your anger die down like a weak flame when you realize that everything that he has done and is continuing to do is all for you.

yet, you still couldn’t help yourself but be worried. you would have multiple nightmares about getting a phone call in the middle of the night from one of sanzu’s colleagues that something bad happened to him. or maybe one night, he didn’t come back home, maybe jailed or killed.

the possibilities are never ending, which only makes your fear grow.

you tried to shake those thoughts out of your head, snuggling inside the warm blankets at you hugged the pillow next to your head. everything reminded you of him, though he may not physically be here with you, his scent latched onto you like poison lacing into someone’s veins.

you missed sanzu so much, it was one of those nights where you wished that he worked a regular nine to five job. you wanted to have your husband in your arms at night, hold him and look into his eyes as you whisper the sweetest honeyed words to him.

pure love, that what you felt towards sanzu haruchiyo.

you didn’t want the pink haired man to come home while you were unconscious, not knowing when he slipped under the covers as you would wake up and find him peacefully slumbering next to your figure.

you shut your eyes tight, begging your mind to switch off and fall asleep. you knew you were tired of waiting, you eyes fighting for rest. but, it was quite hard to give your body what it wants when your heart ached for your beloved husband.

salty tears began to stream down your face as you quietly sobbed, clutching onto the pillow for comfort.

...

“you up for a drink, man? the mission was successful, let's go treat ourselves a bit.” ran grinned, looking back from the passenger seat as he saw sanzu’s eyes fixated on the window, completely dazed out.

“you good, sanzu?” rindou asked, concern washing over his face as he looked at the pink haired male through the rear mirror while keeping a steady hand on the wheel as he drove the vehicle.

“huh? oh yeah, i’m fine. uh, i think i’ll pass the offer. maybe next time.” sanzu declined, making ran sigh.

“it’s always next time.” the short purple haired man grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest in slight annoyance.

“i gotta get home to my girl, you’ll understand when you have a girlfriend or wife one day.” the scarred man explained, making both of the haitani’s roll their eyes.

“whatever you say, lover boy. we’re almost here, so don’t cry.” rindou teased, making the man in the backseat chuckle. the younger haitani would soon pull up in front of the luxurious penthouse, watching his pink haired friend open the back door as he exited the car.

“get home you two, don’t stay out too late.” sanzu waved both ran and rindou off, the elder haitani still visibly upset that he didn’t join him and his younger brother for a short outing after such a long mission.

nonetheless, he’d soon get over it.

sanzu quickly got inside, his suit drenched from the unforgiving rain. he waited for the elevator, the stupid form of quick transportation to the highest floor took an awfully long time to come and go.

it was a luxurious place to live in, owned by bonten as the members were given the gift of having their very own to live in. sanzu didn’t mind working in bonten, sure it was risky, but the people there were like family as well.

the pay is good and so are the people, so it wasn’t so bad.

after reaching the highest level of the huge structure, sanzu left and tried to fish out the keys from his damp pockets. after finally getting a hold of them, he unlocked the door before entering the dark space of the comforts of his home.

the tall figure turned on the lights of the living room, opening his shoes hastily before throwing his coat on the sofa. he raked his fingers through the now messy and wet pink locks of hair as he exhaled a long breath.

sanzu was finally home from what felt like ages.

feeling his throat becoming dry from the lack of hydration, he strolled inside the kitchen as he saw it sparkling in cleanliness. all the surfaces were wiped down, the dishes were done as the sink was clean and there was still a faint scent of your cooking left behind.

sanzu opened the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water, only to have his eyes land on such a heartbreaking sight. he saw the nicely plated food you probably cooked for dinner last night, covered in clear saran wrap with a note attached to it.

please heat it up and eat. sorry for sleeping early, love you.

right next to the plate of food was your homemade cheesecake, one of his favorite desserts. he noticed how a few bites were taken out of a small slice that was cut out.

sanzu closed the fridge, walking over to the dining table as he pulled out his chair, slumping down on it as he covered his face with the palms of his hand. his heart was shattered to pieces, mind all over the place about how could he do such a thing to an angel like you?

just what kind of a husband was he?

he was shocked to realize that he wasn’t home for two days straight, not being able to keep up with time passing by so quick as he got too invested in the mission.

despite his absence you still loved him, still cooked up another plate for him even if you didn’t know when he would return. you deserved better, so much better.

if you wanted to, you could’ve left him a long time ago and you still can now.

sanzu felt tears welling into his eyes as he thought about the past two nights where you would cook dinner and eat by yourself. he could only imagine the sad and lonely look on your face as you wrote notes to put on his plated food before putting it on the fridge, only to be left disappointed the next morning when you realized that not a single piece of food has been touched because he wasn’t home yet.

he felt like an absolute jerk for not being here with you. sanzu couldn’t help but let a bunch of thoughts cloud his mind. almost every night he would come home during ungodly hours, eating alone while you slept or sometimes you would wake up and accompany him until he was ready to come to bed with you.

but the majority of the times, you both wouldn’t meet until the next morning, with you quietly waking up first to prepare breakfast while he slept, careful to not disturb your tired husband.

all this time you’ve been loving and patient with him while he basically neglected you. yet, you still stayed with him and continued to be his wife. you never once shed a tear or yelled at him for being late or missing dates, you always gave him an adoring smile while looking at him with the purest angelic eyes known to mankind.

you were the peace in his chaotic mind and sanzu loved you more than life itself. you were his whole world and he’d kill anyone who dared to hurt you in a single breath.

sanzu tip-toed into your shared room, opening the closet as quietly as possible to grab some clothes before heading into the shower. as soon as the warm water hit his skin, sanzu closed his eyes in content. his body that was once tainted with blood and sin was washing off and it felt like he was pure again.

after showering for almost thirty minutes or so, sanzu turned off the water as he dried himself before putting on a fresh set of clothes. he walked to the kitchen where he reheated the food you made for him, the beautiful aroma of many different flavors and seasonings hitting his senses.

he quickly sat down with a glass of water before practically inhaling the delicious food his lovely wife made him. it was one of his favorite meals, stir-fried noodles with pan fried dumplings and a side of korean-style fried chicken.

have you been making his favorite meals and desserts as a way to remind you of him?

the mere thought of that made it hard to swallow his food as guilt ate him alive. it didn’t take sanzu too long to clean his plate as he washed the remaining dishes before taking out the cheesecake you made.

the fork went straight into the filing, it was still soft and the base was moist. the heavenly taste of the sweet delight nearly sent sanzu into the aferlife. it was everything that he had wished of while he was at work, the creamy and sweet taste of the cold cheesecake filing along with the touch of your love warmed his heart.

after finishing his meal and cleaning up, sanzu brushed his teeth and eagerly headed into his and yours shared bedroom. he slowly walked towards the bed and noticed how small snores were exiting your mouth. you were tightly hugging his pillow while the blanket ran a little lower than your knees, exposing your bare arms and legs.

you were wearing a sleeveless baby blue satin nightie, cute little laced ruffles piping the neckline along with the hem.

you looked beautiful even while you were asleep.

sanzu carefully removed the pillow from your arms, seeing your eyes twitch as you whined in annoyance. he chuckled quietly, slipping into your embrace to replace the empty spot on the bed.

“hmm?” you hummed in your sleep in confusion, trying to process who or what was in your arms right now. sanzu’s heart was about to burst from how cute you were, wrapping his arms around you securely.

“i’m home, baby.” sanzu tenderly whisper, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. you shifted in your sleep, trying to open an eye.

“haru?” you groggily said, a shaky hand coming up to feel his face, trying to confirm if it was reality or just a dream. you felt the soft skin of a human under the pads of your fingers, making your eyes sting with tears.

“i missed you so much.” you stammered out with a broken voice, sniffles following after as you cried.

“i know, my love. i’m so sorry for coming home late.” he sincerely apologized, knowing that he doesn’t deserve to be forgiven. you were the one who always gave him a shoulder to cry on, listening to him ramble on and on for hours about everything that was bothering him that day and you were always there the bandage him up.

you helped sanzu haruchiyo piece himself back together when he fell apart.

“i thought something bad happened to you and it was just so hard to sleep every night thinking about what if you don’t come back to me.” you buried your face into his chest as salty warm tears began to seep into the fabric of his t-shirt, gentle fingers stroking his damp pink hair.

“i’ll always come back to you, y/n. you are my home, my safe space and my comfort.” sanzu confessed, leaning down to kiss your quivering lips.

for the first time in two days, you felt complete. a part of you that was once missing was now fulfilled.

you sat up, turning on the small lamp right next to your bed. your vision was slowly adjusting to the light as your hands came up to wipe the tears off of your face. you turned your head to the side, only to be met with the most beautiful pair of teal eyes.

sanzu sat up as well, leaning his back on the bed’s headboard as he looked at you with a boyish smile.

“god, i love you so much, haruchiyo.” you straddled his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck before crashing your lips against his. his hands rested on your lower back, caressing the soft skin of your plush thighs.

his touch was so warm, setting off sparks on you body as the knot in your stomach was getting tighter. sanzu’s hands sneakily went under your nightie, calloused hands caressing your hips before his long fingers danced on your spine.

you shuddered, goosebumps being sent all over your body as you continued to desperately kiss him. you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip and without hesitation you opened your mouth, allowing the wet muscle to enter.

sanzu sucked on your tongue as you grinded down on his now hard cock. you moaned from the friction, making him rock you harder and faster on him. you both soon had to pull away from the loss of oxygen, breathing heavily as you both stared at each other.

“please, i need you so bad, baby.” you choked out, craddling his face in between your palms as desperate eyes pierced his soul. sanzu gave you a gentle smile before pecking your lips.

“i’m all yours, darling. let me make it up to you, yeah?” his thumb grazed your bottom lip, making your tongue peak out as you teasingly licked his finger. sanzu groaned, closing his eyes from how you were driving him insane.

your innocence was tainted by his sin, he was the poison that ran through your veins. you were his and he was yours, it was always that way and will forever stay like that.

“sit on my face.” sanzu demanded, looking up at you with lust darkening his eyes. your cheeks went red, heart thumping like crazy as throughout all these years of dating and being married, you’ve never rode his face.

it’s not like he never ate you out, but you would always be under him, never on top.

“but i-”

“no, please. i need you to use me, y/n. just let me have a quick taste, hm?” he begged, cheeks flushed with arousal as he looked so fucking hot under you. sanzu wanted you to have control over your pleasure, he wanted tonight to be all about pleasing you.

“what if i hurt you?” you looked away, inexperience from the new position he wanted to suddenly try out. your husband simply chuckled at your concern, grabbing a hold on your chin to turn your gaze back to his.

“you could never hurt me, baby. besides, if there’s one place that i’d want to die, it would be between these sweet thighs of yours.” with that being said, he lifted your hips and shoved them towards his face, making you let out a yelp as you now were sitting on his chest.

your hands quickly grabbed the wooden headboard of the bed, feeling sanzu’s fingers moving the hem of your nightie. he peppered wet kisses on your inner thigh, making your breathing go erratic as you shut your eyes from the ticklish feeling.

you gasped when you felt his fingers come and grab the sides of your panties, before a loud ripping noise was echoing throughout the room. a cold breeze welcomed your aching cunt as your husband threw the useless pieces of torn fabric on the floor.

“haru! those were my favorite.” you scolded him, eyes now glaring at him as he looked up from your thighs with a sly grin.

“they were getting in my way.” he defended, making you roll your eyes. glimmering teal eyes fell on your wet cunt that was dripping with arousal, making sanzu salivate.

“absolutely gorgeous. fuck, stop being so shy, baby. come here.” your husband encouraged you to move forwards. your mind was fogged up with so many thoughts that you just followed his cues, now hovering your pussy right above his face.

not being able to wait any longer, he slammed your hips down, soft plump lips meeting your puffy folds as you let out a moan. his tongue licked a long stripe on your slit, parting your folds as your eyes screwed shut.

sanzu’s hands were secured on your thighs, locking you in place just in case you would squirm away from his hold. a nimble thumb began to rub the soft and swollen bundle of nerves that ached to be pleasured, your back arching as the movement of his tongue was strategic to follow the rhythm of his finger.

“oh my- fuck!” you cried out, latching onto his hair as you pushed his face deeper into your cunt, riding his face just like how he wanted you to. sanzu continued to eat you out, sucking on your clit before teasingly biting it, only to kiss it sorry afterwards.

the sensation of these different actions had your body trembling and toes curling. your arousal was dripping down sanzu’s chin as you continued to rock your hips back and forth, the tip of his tongue bumping into your clit, making you choke on your own breaths.

you felt the warm wet muscle prodding your hole that clenched around nothing, until the tip of sanzu’s tongue entered. you grabbed onto the headboard for dear life, knuckles turning white as he tongue fucked your hole.

“mhmm, so delicious.” sanzu mumbled against your soaked cunt, the vibration of his words sending tingles all over your stomach. although it hasn’t been even an hour since sanzu had his meal, his hunger for you grew and he felt like he could just devour you.

“i’m gonna-” you could even finish your sentence, as it was interrupted by a moan that ripped through your throat, tears pooling in your eyes from over stimulation as sanzu kept on running his tongue through your slit, slurping up all your cum as you creamed on his face.

he gave your clit one last suck before releasing it, his mouth making a loud ‘pop’ noise, giving a small kiss on the swollen bud before looking up at you with a hazy look. his lips were red and glazed with your cum, eyes half-lidded as a lazy smirk was plastered on his lips.

“i need you inside me so bad, haru. please, can’t wait any longer.” you breathed out heavily, trying to catch your breath from that mind-blowing orgasm that he just put you through. you knew you were still sensitive from it, but your walls were desperate to feel the intrusion of his heavy cock inside you.

“your wish is my command.” sanzu gave you one final kiss on your inner thigh before softly pushing you beneath him. he sat on his knees, taking off his t-shirt as you shamelessly eye-fucked him.

his body was a work of art.

toned abs and beautifully sculpted muscles on his back, small bruises and scars littered on his sweet skin. you were happy to see that, remembering how thin and fragile his body was when you first met him. that’s when you learned that his eating habits were awful, a diet consisted of alcohol, energy drinks, emergency fast foods and sometimes drugs.

from then on you would always cook for him, reminding him to always finish his food and drink plenty of water. you even managed to break some of his bad habits, such as touching drugs and alcohols, although you told him that ocassional drinks are fine.

sanzu would forever be thankful towards you because you were his savior, someone who pulled him out of that dark hole that consumed him.

you were the light in his life that guided him back.

“need to feel you, haru.” you reached out your arms, ushering him to come closer to you. he gave you a soft smile before leaning forwards, your hands almost immediately wrapping around his back as you pulled him in your embrace.

your hands traced every crease of every muscle, your tender touches making him shiver as he looked at you with lovesick eyes. your cherry flavored lips kissed along his jawline before finally pressing a needy kiss on his lips.

you sucked on his bottom lip before giving it a small bite, making him giggle as you smiled against his lips.

“you’re so pretty, haruchiyo. all mine, you’re all mine.” you whispered to him, doey eyes locking with his shiny teal ones as he was at a loss for words.

he took one of your hands and placed it on his slightly red cheek before leaning into your warm touch. his kissed your palm before looking back at you.

“all yours, my love. god, you’re so perfect.” sanzu moaned out as you tugged his hair, now licking against his neck before playfully biting it. he smelled so fucking good, the scent of soft vanilla from his body wash and coconut from his shampoo.

sanzu pulled away, curious hands grabbing onto one of your tits, feeling the hardend bud under the pads of his thumb. he teased it from the surface of the fabric of your nightie.

he lifted your nightie, bare tits spiling out as he didn’t have to go through the trouble of taking off your bra, knowing that you don’t sleep with a bra on. your nipples were swollen and screamed out to him to be sucked.

sanzu latched his mouth onto one of your tits, his unoccupied hand playing with your other one. you tangled your fingers in his hair, shoving his face in your chest as he eagerly sucked on your nipples before biting and kissing the flesh around it, showing love to both of them with his skillful tongue.

he swirled his tongue on your nipple while his finger twisted and pinched the other one, making your mind go blank. sanzu slowly worked his way down, leaving wet open-mouthed kissed on your belly, fingers delicately tracing the stretch marks on your skin before kissing them as well.

sanzu loved you to bits, every scar and every flaw, he loved it all.

the pink haired male loved to touch every single inch of you body, like a prized possession. he treated your skin like silk. soft, smooth and rich although he wasn't afraid to place his own marks on it to claim you to be his. the way he caressed and kissed your flesh as he engulfed you into his being made you feel whole again.

“gonna make you feel so good, treat you the way you deserve to be treated, baby.” he placed a kiss on your forehead before leaning back. sanzu discarded his pants and threw them on the floor as you followed his footsteps, completely stripping the nightie off of your body.

you both took in a moment to take in the sight of each other, naked and yearning for each other’s love.

sanzu’s cock was painfully hard with an angry leaking tip. he was huge and thick as well, twin veins gracefully going up the sides of the shear length of his dick. he pumped his cock a few times, letting out a few whimpers as his other hand fondled with your tits.

“shit, no more playing around.” sanzu was now in between your legs, both of his hands opening your thighs as you felt his cock resting on top of your wet pussy.

he grabbed his cock before running it against your slit, his tip digging into your fold before nudging your clit. you let out the long breath that you’ve been holding, feeling the head of his cock rubbing against your clit.

sanzu dragged his cock down your drenched cunt as way to lubricate himself from your juices before stopping right on your hole.

“gonna be gentle, okay? tell me if it hurts.” he assured you, giving you a quick peck as one of his hands came down, interlocking fingers with yours before putting your hands besides your head.

without another word, sanzu pushed himself in. you let out a small yelp from pain, tears strolling down your cheeks as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. every time that you both would get intimate and have sex, it would always feel like you’re a virgin all over again.

he was just too fucking big.

“i’m so sorry, my love. do you-”

“no, keep going.” you mumbled against his skin, trying to relax your muscles to make it easier for him to fit. your walls burned from the stretch as it’s been pretty long since you’ve last got intimate with your husband.

he’s been tired and busy, so you didn’t blame him.

“god, you’re so tight. i haven’t been fucking my baby right, huh? my precious little wife, i’m so sorry.” sanzu said as he fully sheathed himself inside your tight cunt, your warm walls hugging his throbbing hard cock.

he kissed you while his other hand came down to have his fingers toy with your clit, trying to distract you from the pain as you moaned into his mouth. you licked his lips before shoving your tongue into his mouth, kissing him with need and lust.

“m-move.” you stuttered out, feeling him starting to thrust into your pussy as you gasped against his lips, nails grazing on the skin of his back. the bare feeling of his cock making love to your wet cunt sent you over the edge, the raw feeling of his skin on yours was too much to take in.

you were gushing around him, his thrusts becoming more harder and stronger as his hips pistoned against you. sanzu’s pelvis slammed against your inner thighs as your legs wrapped around his waist to lock him in, balls smacking against your ass.

his cock was lodged deep inside your warm pussy, countless number of moans and curses exiting both of your lips. sanzu was becoming pussy drunk on the feeling of you clenching around his cock, while your legs trembled in pleasure as you felt the veins running along the length of his cock deliciously grazing your walls.

“haru! oh, god!” you cried out, his tip hitting your cervix as your eyes rolled back, mind only clouded with your husband. sanzu kept thrusting his cock in a rhythmic pattern, knowing that you were close from the way a ring of white formed at the base of his shaft.

“gonna cum!” tears were pooling in your eyes as your body twitched, gasping for air as you let out a loud moan before cumming around your husband’s cock. you walls tightened around him even more, making sanzu shudder as he released thick ropes of cum inside you, painting your walls white.

your chest was heaving up and down, feeling all the energy in your body being pulled out as your vision was slowly starting to clear up. sanzu collapsed on top of your figure, careful to not put his entire weight on you and crush you.

you felt his rapid heartbeat against your chest, noticing how yours synchronized with his. he laid his head on your chest, kissing the valley between your tits as you stroked his hair.

“y/n?” sanzu tiredly called out, making you hum in response, waiting in anticipation for his words.

“i really love you... a lot. i know i may not have been the best husband because of how caught up i’ve gotten with bonten’s shit. but, i promise you baby, you’re the only thing that’s keeping me sane. i’m so sorry.” you felt small droplets of warm tears on your skin, bringing a palm to his cheek as you caressed his face.

“haru, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i know what i got myself into when i first kissed you, darling. even if i have to go to the end of the earth to just see you, then so be it. i love you, haru, more than you could ever imagine.” you spoke with adoration, wiping away the tears from his face as he sniffled.

sanzu brought his head up, giving you a toothy smile which made a smile of your own etch on your lips.

“i’m taking the whole next week off. so, make a list of all the things you wanna do. we’ll start off with a date tomorrow, have you all dolled up just for me. how does that sound?” the scars on his face was now raised from how bright his smile was, but to his surprise you shook your head.

“why?!” he whined, feeling both of your hands come up to craddle his face before bringing him close to yours. you kissed the twin diamond shaped scars, making him look at you with confusion.

“i just wanna stay in bed you tomorrow all day, feel you and kiss you all i want. we’ll go on a date the day after.” you suggested, making him let out a sigh before he chuckled.

“i’m gonna eat you up one day, i swear!” sanzu began to pepper kisses all over your face, making you giggle as you tried to stop him.

to answer your previous question, no. you didn’t need to use quantum jumping to shift to your desired reality.

because this moment right here was the reality you could ever dream of having, your precious husband in your arms safe and sound. no matter how hard the universe tries to keep sanzu haruchiyo away from you, at the end of the day, he’ll always come back to you. he’ll always come back, softly talking to you about how his day went as you slept, holding you tight in his arms while you were dreaming.

because to him, you are his home.

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Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 10

We're in the final act now, as Jojo n'em focus on 'Redemption'. Last week y'all tapped Nick as the most honest in reckoning with himself, and now it's everybody else's turn for a reckoning.

🔺1. Boeing (2)

You're totally his type. Like an upgraded version of me.

Walk in, fuck shit up, that's the Boeing way, and I am GAGGING for it. I don't have a clue who the target is or what his game is or exactly but he is playing it EXPERTLY. Is he trying to get Top back? Is he trying to get back at Top? Where does next week's Sand diversion fit in? DID HE AND MEW REVENGE FUCK I NEED TO KNOW?! (I ALSO NEED TO SEE!).

🔻2. Nick (1)

Don't we deserve each other?

Nikolai my stalker baby, why did my heart swell three sizes when you got your man? Honesty remains the best policy, and owning your own shit is a fast track to understanding and accepting others. Nick tried, he genuinely gave Daddy Dan an honest and fair chance, and it COULD have been something, but the heart wants what it wants and Nick's heart wants Boston. The look on his face when he saw his photo as Boston's lockscreen, the way he BAWLED when Boston admitted he missed him...peak romance I tell you.

🔺3. Boston (4)

I don't usually take good care of what I own.

I'm not really meta-ing about this show, but the PRECISION with which Jojo n'em sliced and diced the audience's slut-shaming ways via this character got me. I am INCANDESCENT on Boston's behalf that his so-called friends were so willing to believe Atom's nasty little lies. Because Boston might be a slut, and he might have gone a little Top crazy, and he might stir up some drama when he's feeling some typa way, but he's not a sexual predator, and HE DOESN'T LIE. And despite it all people who call themselves friends to him SHOULD know that. He shouldn't have fucked Atom yes, but Atom straight up asked to get fucked. Boston DOES have lessons to learn about controlling his impulses and filtering the things that come out of his mouth, but these hypocrites ain't the ones to teach him. I'm glad that Nick got over himself last week just in time to be there when Boston truly needed him, and I hope that if they decide to try a relationship that Nick keeps the letting-Boston-be-Boston energy he's discovered.

⭐4. Ray's Dad

Ray's Dad in his one prior appearance seemed like a man at the end of his rope, and I'm glad my thinking was borne out. This story keeps telling us that nobody is a monster, nobody is a villain, everybody is just a person, and Ray's dad is a person like all the rest of them: he cared about his wife, he's watched helplessly and increasingly angrily as his son went down the same path, but he didn't know how to get through to him because he's limited, as we all are, so he did a lot of the wrong thing. I don't think paying Sand to get Ray into rehab was the wrong thing though, that was the act of a desperate man. Him giving Ray the straight dope about how to treat people was a long overdue fatherly lesson. Has he been neglectful? Indubitably. But I'm rooting for him.

🔻5. Sand (3)

Do you think I’m a man with no dignity?

Sand is the beneficiary of me being salty about Mew and Ray joining the 'I saw Goodie Proctor with the devil' mini-mob, but I could have TOLD him that a man who continuously and repeatedly calls you a whore is going to believe the absolute worst about you when the chips are down. I'm lowkey mad he gave back the money, because Ray is gonna call him a whore whether or not he's getting paid. I know Sand lives for the drama sparkle Ray brings to his otherwise dull life, but come ON dude.

🔺6. Mew (7)

If you blow it again this time, I'll blame myself for being dumb enough to trust you.

Mew joining in the fun with Boeing is probably gonna bite him somehow but right now I am LIVINGGGGG. Mew keeping Top up at night staring at the ceiling on a regular basis is the only way I'm gonna truly enjoy them being together, because game recognising game is my favourite brand of toxic relationship. If these two spend the next 50 years trying to get one over on each other I will be so satisfied.

🔻7. Ray (5)

I'm not addicted to alcohol. I can stop whenever I want.

Ray spending the entire episode in various stages of denial, his irritation with the idea of rehab and refusal to take it seriously, that explosion that was ALWAYS coming at Sand, and his final, quiet realisation that he has a fucking problem and he needs to fix it to stop hurting the people around him was phenomenal television, anchored by a bravura performance by Khaotung. Ray is gonna have a lot of amends to make once he starts drying out, including saying everything he said to his therapist directly to Sand. Can he truly change? Let's see.

🔻8. Top (6)

I'm sure if he stops being mad at me, we can make it long-term.

I finally figured out why no matter what I'll NEVER like Top and he doesn't pass the vibe check: his instincts and reactions are to lie, hide and cheat when he doesn't feel on top of things. He and Boeing may not be fuckin', but whatever is going on there smells like deceit and mendacity, and he is DESPERATE to hide it from Mew. The look on his face when Boeing is around is exactly how he looked around Boston after that car. Give me an honest slut over whatever this is any day of the week and twice on Sundays. I keep saying that Mew is part of Top's self-actualization, and the way he talks about him with Boeing in this ep just adds fuel to my fire. Is that enough to sustain a long-lasting and successful relationship, absolutely, so many couples are JUST like this.

🔺9. Cheum (12)

Find your own way to graduate. And we will forget we were once friends with you.

OOH this girl pisses me off. Having finally decided to mind the business that pays her, mostly because she's annoyed Atom seems to prefer talking to Boston than talking to her, she's all too willing to believe Atom's lies about Boston and run up pointing her j'accuse finger. I genuinely can't get over how UGLY that scene at Boston's was, how Cheum pulled out some of the same shit that gets levelled at queer men, promiscuous or not, and threw it all at Boston. When she said she didn't believe that Atom was the aggressor because he likes girls, that hit me in the fucking chest. Boston must have done something to Atom. He must have coerced him, blackmailed him, forced him, right? It's so grotesque.

🔻10. Atom (9)

Getting my heart broken by a girl won't kill me.

Speaking of grotesque, what a nasty bit of business this was. Hurt people hurt people, that's kind of the whole ethos of this show, and the lies Atom told were designed to ruin Boston's life like he feels Boston ruined his by GIVING HIM EXACTLY WHAT HE ASKED FOR. I very much doubt Atom is gonna stop at Cheum too, he's out to destroy, and spreading around this kind of shit about somebody who's already judged for being 1) queer and 2) promiscuous is absolutely destructive. This shit was the vilest thing anybody has done on this show by a country mile.

#only friends the series #bless this mess #only friends weekly character rankings #i support gay wrongs #only friends #only friends series #bl meta series

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ellie-24 · 11 months

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USS Randall Ramblers

Writing prompt: What are we going to do with [blank]?

Sorry besties, I'm a bit late. @missmaywemeetagain @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @be-my-ally @from-memphis-with-love @vintageshanny

Summary: Mary didn't want to leave the US. Elvis didn't want to leave either. Yet, they somehow found themselves on the same ship steaming towards Europe.

Word count: ~4k

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Aboard the USS Randall, somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. September 30th 1958

Mary pulled the blanket tighter around her body when another cool breeze mixed with icy sea water hit her face. She could taste the salt on her lips and rubbed her stinging eyes. After blinking a few times she resumed to watching how the full moon above her relected in the calm waves below her. She leaned foward, her numb hands slipping from below the rough fabric to tightly grip onto the even colder steel of the railing. Hearing the steady splashing of the water against the side of the ship had a calming effect on her troubled mind.

Being the daughter of an army officer meant moving around, never really having a place she could really call home. After eighteen years should reall be used to it by now. But leaving for another country, not knowing the language or the people at all, made her feel slightly nauseous. Mary took a deep breath and tried to focus on the rhythmic splashing of the water again.

"Afraid there ain't enough lifeboats?" A familiar voice suddenly called behind her.

She whirled around and winced when her elbow hit the railing. It took her a moment to realise who the silhouette in the shadows belonged to. It was him. With his hair clean cut like the rest of the army boys, the side burns that used to make every girl go absolute bonkers now shaven off. Disbelief flooded her mind like the cold, salty ocean water below her. This was the second time she ran into him this week. Or well, he ran into her. And the probability of that happening wasn't very high, she tought, recalling a conversation she had a few days ago.

Janet, a bubbly thirteen year old, and her friend Terry had exitedly sat down next to her, while she enjoyed a cup of coffee and read a magazine in the day room. "Mary, we missed him again! They said he was on the sun deck, but when we got there they said he just left!"

Mary raised her coffee cup to her lips, almost burning her tongue in the process and smiled at her. "...You have four more days, Janet. I'm sure there will be another opportunity."

"Don't you want to meet him?"

Mary put her magazine down and leaned back into the plush pillow of her seat. She just couldn't bear to tell the girls that their teen idol seemed to be rather annoyed by the officer's daughters ambushing him everywhere he went. At least that's what her father told her. "Oh, sure I would... But I'd be an awkward mess in front of him." She leaned over with a grin. "You ladies should be the ones meeting him."

Janet had giggled and turned over to her friend. "Oh, what are we going to do with him once we meet him?"

"I want to hug him! And I'll ask him for an autograph!" Terry exclaimed, clapping her hands in exitement.

"I want to take a picture with him!" Janet swooned.

"Maybe he'll sing for us!"

"That would be something, wouldn't it?" Mary had added with a fond smile and a good natured shake of her head as she watched the exited teen girls dance around each other, before darting out of the day room towards the deck again.

"You." She now stated, looking him up and down. He approached her, twirling the ring on his pinky.

"Me." he countered, still in his neat uniform, as he leaned against the railing with his back.

She let out a flustered laugh. "I'm not really concerned about the life boats. More about what's gonna happen tomorrow."

A wistful look overtook his beautiful features and he slightly inclined his head, as if nodding along. He hummed and drummed his fingers against the steel. Mary had seen this particular look two nights before.

She never thought that the fact that her father taught himself how to play the guitar during the war would lead to her dancing with Elvis Presley. But it did on that one evening, an evening where everyone on board craved entertainment, a distraction. Ski, the cheerful G.I. with the accordion, apparently organised the whole thing, asking everyone who could to play an instrument. Of course her father had stepped up and exitedly invited her, her mother and her brother to come to see him being part this very exclusive show.

"Elvis will be there as well, right?" Mary had asked a few hours before the mini concert was supposed to start.

Her father stopped rolling his cigarette and looked up to her. "Yes dear, I reckon he will be. Don't think he'll spend the night in his cabin." He answered with a light hearted smile.

She absentmidedly pulled at the sleeves of her dress. "Do you think I could bring some of the other girls? They spend their entire time here trying to accidentally run into Elvis." she chuckled.

"Oh, I don't know, dear. If everyone brought their friends there'd be a thousand people in the day room... I'm afraid it's not possible. You might want to ask Ski about that." he offered with a shrug.

She chewed on her bottom lip in thought. "No, it's alright, I don't want to cause any trouble." she hummed, a bit bummed out. "I guess I'll just have to get them an autograph or something. If I get the opportunity."

Later that evening a man named Charlie Hodge introduced himself and acted as emcee for the evening, her father stood proudly in the background with his guitar. She'd never seen him so exited and child like before, which made her grin widely, yet mildly weirded her out at the same time. But the weirdest thing during the whole show must have been the fact that hip-swinging Elvis the Pelvis, how the magazines called him, sat still at the piano, looking all prim and proper, not uttering a single word. He didn't even get introduced. She kept looking around in confusion, trying to figure out if she was the only one noticing this strange circumstance. Apparently she either was the only one or everyone just skillfully ignored this mystery.

It was then when she observed his gaze, she noticed he was seemingly a thousand miles away. His blue eyes weren't twinkling with mirth like they usually did when she used to watch him on tv. His full lips formed something that resembled both a permanent pout and a scowl. He looked so incredibly sad, it made her heart hurt. Maybe he just wasn't in the mood to sing, she reasoned. The recent death of his mother must still weigh heavy on him, the rare smiles and laughs this Charlie guy managed to get out of him from time to time never really reaching his eyes. It just seemed like he didn't want to be there at all. Mary wondered if she should approach him at all or just leave him alone. For now she chose to do the latter.

She busied herself cheering on her father as he supported the "USS Randall Ramblers", as they introduced themselves. Yet, she found that her eyes kept wandering to the raven haired man at the piano. His mouth kept moving, as if singing along, just for himself. When she looked down she saw his feet tapping on the creaky, wooden floor and his knees jiggling slightly as if he couldn't contain the movement even if he tried to.

She looked up at his face again and noticed that he was looking right back at her, their eyes locking. She stopped in her tracks, the music and laughter around her now sounding muffled and dull. Her breathing picked up under his intense gaze and she tried not to choke on her own spit when one corner of his lip lifted into a small half smile. She managed to smile back, though it probably looked more like a grimace and quickly averted her eyes again in embarrassment, feeling her cheeks grow warm. Out of corner of her eye she saw him shaking his head with a grin.

When the show was over many, including Mary and her family, still lingered, not wanting this light, merry atmosphere to fade into the not so fun reality. The people around her started carelessly dancing, singing and drinking and even her parents dared to join the other dancing couples, leaving Mary to sit alone with her little brother. It was then, thankfully, that Charlie Hodge approached her and held out his hand to her.

"Care to join me for a dance?" he asked with a, what she has to admit, was a rather cute smile. She skillfully ignored her brother snorting loudly next to her and slipped her hand into Charlie's with a smile.

"I'd love to." she agreed and he wasted no time to pull her along with him. Charlie was a rather small fella, her low heels caused her to actually be an inch taller than him, which she found kind of endearing. He was also careful to keep a respectful distance between their bodies, his grip on her waist light and gentle as he slowly twirled her around.

"Did you have a good time?" he asked in a loud voice, the music and laughter around them making it hard for her to understand him.

She nodded enthusiastically. "It was a great performance! Really, uh, I think we all needed that to be honest."

He smiled up at her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Gotta do something on this ship to keep everyone's spirit up."

"It's horribly draining isn't it?"

"Especially for some of us." he nodded, his eyes briefly, involuntarily, flicking towards something behind her.

She looked up at him quizzically before turning her head with her eyebrows scrunched up, to see what he was looking at.

Elvis stood next to a table on the other side of the room with his hands on his hips, talking to another man. Well, the talking consisted of him dutifully nodding along, his eyes blank, and his expression neutral. Except for the slight raise of one eyebrow. If anything he looked annoyed and exhausted. It was as if he felt her gaze on him, his eyes moving away from the man in front if him and suddenly their eyes locked again. She quickly turned back to Charlie, embarrassed once more that he caught her staring. He didn't seem to notice her discomfort though.

"Uh, you mean Elvis?" She asked, just wanting to say something.

He shook his head defensively. "No, I, um meant young, delicate girls like yourself. Uh, doesn't do you no good being on a warship this long."

She hummed with a sceptical look on her face, more interested about what he apparently had to say about Elvis.

"You know him? Elvis?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You two seem rather familiar." she shrugged.

"We share a bunk. Known him for a few years now, we reconnected in the army." he explained with a fond smile.

"Ah." she nodded in understanding and looked down. Which is why she didn't notice Charlie's eyes widening slightly before she heard a booming voice behind her.

"Man, you're stepping all over her feet, give the poor girl a break."

"EP-"

"Nah man, step away, lemme show ya how to do it." Elvis didn't even wait for her reaction to the whole exchange as he pulled her away from Charlie's gentle grasp and pressed her against his hard body, one hand around her waist, one hand guiding her head towards his chest. Whereas Charlie had carefully ensured there was enough space between their bodies for a theoretical third person to join in, Elvis didn't seem to share this sentiment. With no regards towards her personal space he held her in a tight grip, her cheek now resting against his toned chest, the smell of his cologne immediately causing her brain to short circuit. He was definitely taller than her previous dance partner as well, she thought while he started swaying them lightly back and forth. She saw Charlie quickly shuffling away and realised for the first time that she was now, in fact, dancing with Elvis Presley.

"Sorry about him, sweetheart. He's just really awkward in front of girls. Good thing I came to rescue ya." He mumbled and laid his cheek against her hair like they'd known each other for years.

She looked around, trying to discern if anyone had witnessed the spectacle that just happened. She'd hate to be the center of attention. Luckily everyone was still rather busy with themselves and in high spirits, the small incident thankfully not spoiling with the wonderfully exuberant atmosphere. "Do you always steel away girls from your buddies like that?" Mary asked, her voice a bit muffled, her cheek and lips still smushed against his dapper uniform.

He hummed, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Only the pretty ones. Ol' Charlie wouldn't know how to treat a girl like ya."

"And you do?"

"I know everything about women there is to know, sweetheart."

"Most girls aren't that complicated, you know?"

"Every single one is, sweetheart."

"Well, the one's onboard aren't that hard to please, believe me. I'll tell you as a woman."

He hummed and released his grip on her hair to look at her, eyebrows raised quizzically.

She giggled. "It seems to be almost impossible to find you on this ship, you know that? My, uh friends keep trying to see you. That's all they want. But from what they're telling me you could actually be a ghost."

His face momentarily darkened again and Mary wondered if she said something wrong. She laughed awkwardly before continuing. "You know, they hear rumors that you could be there, or that you're spending your time here and once they go there... you're always gone. Vanished into thin air. Poof."

He needed a moment to register her words before giving her a regretful smile. "Oh, you know, I'd actually love to meet em, honey. See, they keep me busy sweeping the decks and scraping off rust. Ain't really got no time for myself. Or the girls."

She nodded and pursed her lips. "The way I see it you owe me something for the dance now, don't I?"

"Oh, so you're the one girl aboard not as easily pleased as the others? What a lucky guy I am."

"Now, that's something you brought upon yourself. Tearing me away so cruelly from poor Charlie."

"Told ya already, poor Charlie wouldn't know how to handle ya. The more I talk to ya the more I get the feeling that I'm right."

"And I get the feeling that this means you want to listen to the deal I'd like to propose?"

He smirked. "Oh, I'd love to hear a proposal from you, sweetie."

She jokingly rolled her eyes at him and he bit his lip, his own eyes half closed. She snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Focus. In exchange for the dance, I need you to at least sign some autographs for my friends, alright?"

"That much I can do, honey."

"Perfect! Thank you!"

Mary pulled him along to a nearby table and she reached out, gathering some of the white napkins. She laid them down in front of him.

"Pen, pen, pen..." she mumbled to herself over and over again frantically, her eyes scanning the area around her.

"Got one, honey. Don't get all worked up." he said with a smug smile and pulled a pen out of his breast pocket.

She gave him a look before pointing towards the paper in front of him. "For Janet, please. And Terry. Oh and Darby." She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, trying to remember the name of the other girl Janet regularly went Elvis hunting with. "And Sheila!" she exclaimed, snapping her fingers triumphantly.

He leaned down. "Gotta lot of friends, honey." he smiled up at her through his long, black lashes and went on to sign the napkins, as she peered over his shoulders.

"What about you?" he asked as he finished writing and turned around again.

She took a startled step back, not realising how close she actually stood to him before. "Huh?"

He bit his lip again, trying to contain a playful smile. "What's your name, sweetie?"

"Oh, Mary."

"Mary. That's pretty." He smiled as he leaned over the table again and grabbed another napkin to scribble down a personal autograph for her as well. When he finished he held it out to her, but quickly snatched it away again when she wanted to take it from him.

"Nah, sweetheart, this one costs extra." He chuckled, holding it high above his head where she couldn't reach it.

"Another dance?" she asked, wanting to sound serious, maybe even exasperated. Yet, she could barely suppress a smile.

He pointed to his cheek with an innocent expression. She put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at him, making him pout. She sighed and leaned up on her tippy toes, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach and mentally prepared to be so close to him. Again. When she softly pressed her lips against his impossibly soft skin, she couldn't help but close her eyes and smile at the sensation. He leaned into her touch, pressing his cheek further against her mouth, relishing the feeling as well. There was a certain hollowness she felt in the pit of her stomach when she had to force herself to pull away from him before it got weird. She looked up at him expectantly.

He opened his eyes again and gently pressed the napkin into her hand. "Thank you so much, sweetie, you really didn't have to do this. But I'll accept it as your apology for being mean to me."

She stared up at him, open mouthed, at a loss of words. He raised her hand to his lips. "See you around, Mary." With a wink he left her standing there, clutching the signed napkins tightly in both in frustration and desire.

"Can't sleep either, huh? Or are ya seasick, leaning over the railing like that?" His playful voice startled her out of the memory.

She shrugged, and after another breeze of cold salt water against her face she decided to step away from the railing and sat down on a bench nearby. "Tomorrow we'll dock at Bremerhaven. My family is all exited about it."

"And you're not?" he asked and sat down beside her.

She shifted, her feet now resting on the bench as well so she could tuck them into her blanket. "I don't know. I'm a bit scared to be honest. Uh, what about you?"

He huffed. "...Were your little friends happy about the autographs?" he asked, quickly avoiding her question.

She blinked. "...Oh, uh yeah, they went absolutely crazy!" She chuckled at the memory of Janet flinging herself around her neck, eternally grateful. "It meant so much to them. Thank you, again."

He smiled and put his arm around her. "Thank you, sweetie. Always happy to make a deal with you."

She gave him an over the top sweet, fake, smile and he snorted. "But really, I'm glad... Don't know how many of them are left when I return."

She frowned at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

His smile turned solemn and he looked down. "My... fans." he winced a bit at that word. "The folks who support me. They mean e-everything to me... Now that I'll be gone for at least two years..." he trailed off and shook his head.

"I think they know that you're not abandoning them. You're doing your duty." she argued and gestured to his uniform.

He ran a hand over his clean shaven face. "Doesn't matter. They'll forget a-about me."

She leaned over. "Don't be so hard on yourself. That's not gonna happen, I can't imagine dear Janet ever stopping trying to hunt you down. Just to get a small glimpse."

His eyes locked with hers again. "And what about you?"

"Mhm. I'll certainly always remember that handsome G.I. playing the piano. He's a great dancer as well. Oh, and he has a beautiful voice. Unfortunately he didn't sing, but I know he can. I saw him perform on tv. Can you believe that?" She said with big eyes.

He snorted a little and raised one eyebrow at her. "Sounds like an interesting fella."

"Oh you won't believe it. Definitely someone who leaves a lasting impression."

"Aww, you're sweet for saying that, baby. Means a lot to me."

She sighed. "If we wouldn't dock tomorrow I'd personally organise another show. Just you and me and the girls." she chuckled and gently ran her fingers over his forehead.

There was a beat of silence until he released a shuddering breath. "I'd love that. When we were dancing, you, uh made me forget everything for a minute... It was really nice."

"I liked it too." She gently smiled.

"...I-I'm not even allowed to sing anymore, Mary." he whispered after a few minutes of agreeable silence.

"...Uh, you know, I was wondering about that. The other day... you only played the piano."

He took a deep breath. "That I did."

"And you didn't sing." she continued with a pointed look.

He absentmindedly reached up and removed his hat, revealing the trim army hair cut, instead of the perfectly styled pompadour she was used to. "The uh, army a-and my manager thought it would be better if I didn't." He explained and carefully examined the hat he held in his hands, narrowing his eyes at it, as if it was personally responsible for his misery.

"They, uh really forbid you to sing? As in you're really not allowed to?"

He shrugged, his voice failing him and laid his head against her shoulder, both of his arms now around her waist. She swallowed hard. "I-I'd certainly like to have a talk with that manager of yours. Forbidding you to perform. I don't believe it."

His icy nose bumped against her warm neck, and a chill ran down her spine. "It's just not s-supposed to be like that. Nothing. Everything is... going wrong." he whispered and pressed himself even closer to her.

A bit overwhelmed, Mary didn't really know what to do to comfort the man next to her who seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. She now understood what Charlie Hodge meant when they were dancing two nights ago. It wasn't just that he wasn't allowed to sing. He was afraid. Terribly afraid. Of the future, of being alone. He was probably even more afraid than her. She noticed him shivering a bit, his head still angled away from her. When she heard him sniffle quietly she fully turned her body towards him and saw a single tear running down his reddened cheek.

"You're cold." she stated and opted to pretend like she thought his runny nose was a direct result of the icy wind still hitting their faces. "Come here." she whispered as she pulled away her blanket and drew in a sharp breath a the sudden cool air hitting her body. Then she carefully draped the rough fabric around him as well, wrapping them both up in a tight cocoon. He wordlessly snuggled up to her, his cold hands around her waist making her shiver once again.

His voice trembled a bit when he spoke up again. "Mary, will I see you again?"

"I don't know." she answered, honestly.

"You'll have to c-come visit me. In Friedberg. I-I'll a-arrange it." he stuttered, his voice urgent.

She hummed. "Mhm, we'll see. Under one condition though."

"What?" He raised his head, his nose bumping against hers.

She ran a finger over his full bottom lip. "You'll have to sing for me then."

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cross my heart (hope to die) | b.r.b.

summary: You didn’t know if it was the sound of the waves crashing over each other, or the calm of the beach before it got busy around noon, or just the breezy salty air, but it relaxed you, easing some of the tension in your shoulders. “Nah,” Rooster replied, having opted to lie down in the sand, his head resting on his jacket he had brought. There was an odd look on his face, that you couldn’t quite place. “We’ve been through every single possible scenario of this mission. We’re the best there are.” or, it's easy to fall in love with Rooster. It's a bit harder to be in love with him.

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader

warnings: discussion of mortality, mention of suicidal thoughts, nothing graphic but generally angsty idk what to tell you

word count: 5,3k

author’s note: BYE. had this in my drafts for so long but i'm glad it's out now. it's gonna hurt guys, ngl. but i hope you'll love it.

“You nervous?”

Your arms were curled around your legs as you sat on the beach, the waves lapping at the shore. The sun had barely risen over the horizon, but Rooster woke you up in the darkness of the early night, taking you out to the beach before you’d have to get on the carrier in a couple of hours. While you were kind of mad at Rooster for robbing you of your precious sleep so close to arguably one of the most important missions of your life, you were glad he did by the time you sat your ass down in the sand.

You didn’t know if it was the sound of the waves crashing over each other, or the calm of the beach before it got busy around noon, or just the breezy salty air, but it relaxed you, easing some of the tension in your shoulders.

“Nah,” Rooster replied, having opted to lie down in the sand, his head resting on his jacket he had brought. There was an odd look on his face, that you couldn’t quite place. “We’ve been through every single possible scenario of this mission. We’re the best there are.”

Rooster’s confidence seemed stable, but maybe that came with having successfully completed a mission like this before. Obviously, every mission was different, but it helped, coming home from a mission that seemed impossible. While the mission that formed their squadron was classified to everyone outside the squadron and the higher-ups, it was common knowledge that no one had expected them to come home. But they did; all of them did.

You hoped that you’d be just as lucky this time.

With a big sigh, you leaned your head on your knees, your chest shaking as you inhaled. In some ways, you knew Rooster was right. You did everything you were something to do, you knew the map inside out. But you still couldn’t help the clammy feeling around your heart.

“Sunshine, you okay?” Rooster asked after a particular uncharacteristically long silence from you. He sat up, his hand reaching out to curl around your shoulder, squeezing gently.

“Yeah.”

You turned to face him and your heart swelled with incredible fondness for the man. Bradley knew. He knew that you were nervous and he knew what you needed to calm your nerves and feel a bit a bit more confident.

“We should grab some coffee for the others on our way back. As a last treat before we have to endure the crappy food on the carrier. I know for one that Phoenix would appreciate it.”

“Fine,” Rooster sighed, getting to his knees and offering you a hand. Laying his hand in yours, he pulled you up with just a tad too much force, causing you to fall against his chest. Breath hitching in your throat, you stared up at him, blinking.

This has been the way it has always been. Always a step from the tethering edge, close enough to feel the dip, but never close enough for the fall. The romantic in you thought, this was it, this was perfect. Just the two of you, on the beach at sunrise. Rationally, you knew this was about the worst moment you could pick to confess your feelings.

Your heart nearly thumped out of your chest, but Rooster let go of your hand all too soon, taking a step back.

“Come on, we should get to the coffee shop before rush hour starts.”

Swallowing your disappointment, you followed Rooster back to his car, dropping by at the nearest coffee shop. When you got back to base, the rest of the squadron was up and running and beforelong, you were standing in the dorm on the carrier, t-20 hours until take-off. The atmosphere was tense and conversations dull between food at the mess hall and everyone lost in their own thoughts.

Inside your dorm, you shared with the other two women on the squadron, it was quiet, apart from the quiet whispers between Halo and Phoenix as they laid squished in one bed.

You envied them. You often thought about pulling Rooster aside to talk, but you never quite got the courage to do it, and now it almost seemed like it was too late. Both of you were going on the mission and there was nothing that would change that. Maybe it was stupid to have developed feelings for your teammate, a fellow naval aviator nonetheless. You knew how many risks your job brought, how easy it was to perish in an explosion, be lost at sea or fall out of the sky, wing’s clipped.

But there was little you could do about feelings. With one last look at them, you turned over in your bed to face the wall, closing your eyes.

Soon, the constant swaying of the carrier lulled you into a restless sleep, and you dreamed of explosions, planes falling out of the sky and an all too familiar voice crying out your name. You only woke up when there were short raps on your door and you immediately swung your legs out of the bed. Phoenix gave you a tight smile as she laced her boots, Halo standing next to her, quiet and in thoughts.

“Drinks on me when we get back on land, yeah?” Phoenix offered and you smiled crookedly, wrapping her and Halo in a tight hug. When you broke apart, you straightened your shoulders and headed to the mass, where the last briefing for the mission would be held.

“- only works, if all plants are destroyed at the same time. You’ve been briefed on the terrain,” Warlock’s voice boomed through the room and stared at him, eyes hard. From your position, you could see Rooster’s head, but he didn’t look your way, eyes trained to the front.

“ This is what you’ve been training for. Come home safely.”

The crowd dispersed, your squadron headed on deck. The silence below deck immediately disappears, the sounds of waves crashing against the carrier, paired with announcements being made over the intercom and helicopter’s buzzing made it nearly impossible for you to hear your own thoughts.

Holding your helmet closely to your side, you walked up to your plane, stilling when you saw Rooster standing in front of it, squinting his eyes against the sun.

“Hey. I got your back, yeah?”

“‘course. I got yours, too.”

Rooster shook his head, his hand tightening the strap of his flight suit. “Make sure to watch out for Hangman’s speed, he tends to get carried away when he’s nervous. Don’t worry about me.”

He turned to leave, but you furrowed your brows, confused.

“Hey,” you called out, reaching out to grasp his sleeve, forcing him to look at you. “The hell do you mean don’t worry about me? I know I am not your wingman, but I got your back.”

“I’m good. Either way, I got people waiting for me on the other side.”

Your blood chilled at his words and suddenly you recognized the look on his face. Before you could open your mouth to speak, the intercom speakers crackled to life, orders being sent around. Rooster stared at you for a while, before he turned on his heel, walking to his plane. It was like you lost control over your legs, as you stayed rooted in the spot where Rooster had left you, knowing you had to get in your plane.

“Hey sunshine, don’t tell me you got mission jitters.”

Hangman’s face was smug as he approached you, though his expression quickly changed when he saw your face.

“Promise me you will watch Rooster’s six.”

“Yeah, ‘course,” he replied, brows furrowed. “I’m his wingman.”

“Jake, I’m serious. Make sure he’s coming home.”

Hangman looked like he wanted to ask, you rarely used his given name, but he set his mouth in a straight line. You gave him a tight hug, breathing out before letting go, marching over to your plane. With a gentle pat on the cold exterior, you climbed the ladder of our F-18, settling in the seat as the flight-crew did the last preparations before send-off. You exhaled as the canopy lowered over you, cutting you off from the outside world, with only the radio crackling in your ear.

“Dagger One, up and ready on Catapult one.”

You inhaled sharply before Cyclone gave the orders for send-off, and one after the other, you were sent into the air, flying in formation. As you flew across the ocean, no one was speaking, the only sound in your ears was the sound of the F-18s.

“We’re about to enter enemy territory,” Rooster’s voice sounded in your ear and you gripped the throttle of your plane, as you broke from formation to get into pairs, a single and pair each. With one last look at Rooster’s plane, you headed East on the mainland, Phoenix and Bob closely behind you.

For the next ten minutes, you flew to your target, checking the time.

“I’m a minute out,” you spoke into your radio, getting affirmations from Rooster and Hangman. “Bob, get the laser ready, we only have one shot at this.”

“Laser is ready to go.”

Slowly approaching the target, your finger sits on the button that would drop the bomb, waiting for Rooster’s signal, beads of sweat running down your temple.

“Drop the bomb in three. Two. One. Bombs away.”

Pressing down on the button, your breath hitched, breaking left just as the plant blew up, two other explosions sounding immediately. That was the easy part.

Almost immediately, the emergency SAMs deployed, locking tone on you.

“Smoke in the air!”

You broke right, releasing flares to block the missile from hitting you, catching Phoenix out of the corner of your eye, doing the same. For a while, you just flew in circles, trying to evade the missiles when you saw Rooster, Payback and Fanboy approaching, with Hangman, Omaha and Halo hot on their heels.

“We got some company,” Hangman spoke through the coms, and because the SAMs already weren’t nuisance enough, four enemy planes approached and you cursed.

“Are those J20s?”

You quickly dispersed from formation, so as to not make it too easy for the enemy to shoot you down all at once, pulling stunts and tricks out of nowhere. You’ve never seen J20 in real life before, only in pictures and during briefings. And clearly those didn’t do the fighter jets any justice.

All of you were scrambling to evade the J20’s missiles, and it was a dog fight. None of you could risk making a mistake, as it would mean certain death. Rooster, however, was flying like he had lives to spare. Flying in loops, switching between the J20 as if it was nothing and made your blood boil.

It was obvious that he wasn’t being as careful as the rest of you, acting as bait and defense shield at the same time.

“I’m out of flares,” Rooster breathed into the coms, before swearing. “Fuck, they got tone on me.”

Panic surged in you and you broke right, not knowing if you’d make it over to where he was in time, when you saw a missile dropping from the J20 behind him. You already saw his plane exploding in front of your eyes, when a missile hit the enemy plane, just in time.

“We can’t keep meeting like this, Rooster,” Hangman said with a teasing lilt, relief clear in his voice, as his plane emerged from the smoke. “Let’s head back out to the carrier, we can take the last J20 together.”

As you flew back West, with the J20 right behind you, an alarm suddenly went off in all of your radar’s alerting you to another enemy airplane. It was coming right at you, guns blazing. Like every sane person, you broke away as the others broke from formation as well but Rooster stayed on the route, facing the J20 straight on, another one on his back.

“Rooster, what the hell are you doing?” you hissed into the coms.

“I can’t get a lock on the J20, get the hell out of there Rooster,” Hangman yelled, but Rooster didn’t let that deter him.

“I got it under control.”

The J20 dropped missiles at the same time, and at the last second, Rooster pulled up, the missiles hitting one J20 each.

“Holy shit!”

“You crazy son of a bitch!”

The other’s shared their excited sentiments through the coms as you approached the carrier, the crew team already crowding around the deck. One by one, you landed the planes and by the time your canopy opened, there was already a crowd forming around Rooster’s plane. The mood was spirited, everyone was celebrating the success of the mission and Rooster when he climbed out of his plane. But you? You were feeling anything but happy right now. Your hair was wild after pulling your helmet off of your head, shouldering past the celebrating crowd, face hard.

“Sunshine-” Hangman started, his hand on your shoulder trying to hold you back, but you merely shrugged him off, your eyes blazing.

“What the hell was that, Bradshaw!” you snapped, coming to a stop in front of Rooster.

His smile faltered when he saw your expression, but he rolled his shoulders, standing straight. He had a couple inches on you, you however, did not let that deter your fury as you stared up at him.

“What do you mean? The mission was a success. Everyone got home safely.”

“Yeah, but no thanks to you.”

You realized that you were causing a scene, in the middle of the carrier. Cyclone was probably just in ear-shot and there was a fat chance that you’d get reprimanded for your behavior, but right this moment, you didn’t care about that. It was like your words immediately ended the impromptu celebration on deck.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Your first mistake was pulling that stunt without letting any of us know. It was fucking suicidal and could have gotten someone hurt,” you snapped at him and Rooster frowned at you.

“There was no time to think, I had to act.”

“God, again with this don’t think, just do? Mav’s retired, maybe you should retire his slogans too.”

“Sunshine, I got it done,” Rooster insisted and you rolled your eyes so hard. “I did what had to be done, there was no other way.”

“Fucking bullshit. The second mistake was not thinking of us. We’re a team up there, Rooster and you acting like this put everyone at risk. If you really want to die so badly, don’t you pull me or the rest of the team into this.”

With that, you pushed your way through the gaping crowd and headed below deck into the changing rooms with quick strides. You pushed the door open, letting it fall shut in its hinges and only when it clicked in its place, you feeling secure in your four walls, you finally let the angry tears fall.

You cried.

You cried for Bradley, a man who still believed that he had no one. You cried for every naval aviator who thought they had nothing and no one to lose. You cried because you weren’t enough for Bradley wanting to fight for his life in the first place.

When there were no more tears left to cry, you picked yourself up from the bench, wiping your wet cheeks. You still smelled like jet fuel and you just wanted to wash this whole mission off of you. So you stripped down, crumpling your flight suit on the floor and stepped into the showers letting the warm water run down your body.

A few seconds after, the door to the changing rooms swung open and you heard footsteps coming in before stopping. You didn’t turn off the shower, instead you waited until they spoke up.

“It’s me.”

You let out a sigh of relief when you recognized Phoenix’ voice, turning the water off.

“Cyclone wants to see you in his office after you’re done.”

The water dripped down your body as you processed Phoenix’ words. Of course you had expected some sort of consequence after having a screaming match on deck, but to actually hear her telling you that the Vice Admiral wanted a word, was a whole nother thing. You cleared your throat quietly, hoping your voice wouldn’t sound too congested.

You didn’t want her to know that you’d been crying.

“Sure, okay… Thanks.”

It was silent for a minute, you didn’t hear her leave, nor was she saying anything. Holding your breath, you waited, before Phoenix made a small noise of defeat and her steps receded, until you heard the unmistakable sound of the door shutting. You shut your eyes, hands reaching for the shower handle to turn it on and as the sound of the splashing water echoed in your ears, you leaned your forehead against the cold tiles.

“- unacceptable! I know the impossible circumstances of the mission have been heavy on all of you, but you’ve displayed extremely inappropriate behavior on deck today. Losing it like that in front of the whole crew? Yelling at a fellow aviator, who has seniority?”

You clenched your jaw as you stood in front of Cyclone, your hands clasped behind your back, face neutral, not a strand of hair out of place. You had made sure that your uniform was spotless, so Cyclone couldn’t find another reason to ream you.

“I am sorry sir.”

Cyclone stared you down, before leaning back in his chair with a sigh. It was hard to read him, you couldn’t tell if he was about to boot you from the squadron and send you right back to Corpus Christi.

“Did you mean what you said?” he then asked, catching you off guard. “Do you really think that Lieutenant Bradshaw was putting himself in more danger than was necessary?”

“... Yes.”

“Very well, then. I’ll take your words into consideration.”

“Wait, what is that supposed to mean?” you wanted to know. “Are you going to kick him off the squadron?”

“You’re dismissed, Lieutenant.”

Cyclone’s tone was final and with a chagrined look, you turned to leave his office, shutting the door behind you. Pressing your heel of your hand against your eye, rubbing it in frustration, you made your way back to your bunk. Luckily, the room was empty and you released your hair from your tight bun with a hiss before you climbed into the bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin. You kept your back to the door, trying to force yourself to sleep, but it never came, though neither Phoenix nor Halo returned to the bunks, so at least you didn’t have to act like you were okay.

You were glad that you didn’t let the mission force you to confess your feelings for Rooster. All of it would have been way more complicated. He might’ve seen you as weak, yelling at him for risking his own life like that, instead of taking your claims seriously. You couldn’t help but wonder, if Rooster really believed his own life to be so worthless, if he believed that there was no one left who loved him. Did he really not know how you felt for him? Or worse, did he know, or just deem your love not enough to want to stay alive?

When the carrier docked on the marina, you barely managed to say your good-byes to the rest of the squadron, while keeping a safe distance from Rooster. But as you walked towards the parking lot, you realized that you had come with Rooster, and clearly there was no way you’d get in the same car with him now.

“Hey Jake!” you called, catching up with Hangman and Coyote. “Can you give me a ride?”

“Sure, hop in.”

You opened the door of his sports car, settling into the backseat, your duffle back between your legs. Buckling up, you ignored how Hangman and Coyote were exchanging looks in the front.

“So are you just never going to talk to him again?”

“Can we not talk about this right now?”

“I mean, I’m giving you a ride, the least you could do is shine some light as to why you freaked out like that,” Hangman pointed out and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Seriously?”

Hangman raised an eyebrow at you, Coyote only shrugged with his shoulders, though the curiosity on his face was apparent.

“I could just walk home, you know that, right?”

“You wouldn’t.”

Your patience was wearing thin and you furrowed your brows in irritation as you unbuckled yourself, your hand reaching for the door handle, never breaking eye contact with Hangman before he sighed.

“Fine. Have it your way, no more questions.”

Satisfied, you nestled yourself back into the seat after buckling up again, and the rest of the car ride was spent in silence from your side while Hangman and Coyote conversed in the front. It didn’t take long until you reached your place.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said with a small smile, clapping Hangman on the shoulder. He glanced back at you, his forehead creased.

“Are you going to be okay?”

You nodded, waving goodbye to Coyote before you exited the car, walking inside the building of your apartment. It was just like you left it in the morning before you departed for the carrier, but somehow, you felt completely different. Tossing your duffel bag in the corner of your bathroom, you headed straight to bed, hoping you’d get a good night of rest.

The next morning, you startled awake, your heartbeat fast. It took you a second to realize what exactly woke you up, before the incessant bangs against your door started again. Swinging your legs out of your bed, you walked in quick strides to your front door, pulling it open just to see Rooster staring down at you, his cheeks splotching red. Without a word, he brushed past you, stopping in your living room. You shut your door, crossing your arms as you followed him slowly, your eyes wary.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Your blood boiled at his words, because, for a split second you had expected that he had come over to apologize.

“Excuse me?”

“What were you thinking telling Cyclone that I was suicidal?”

“That’s not what I said,” you pointed out, but Rooster only rolled his eyes.

“You might as well have. Are you trying to tank my career?”

You stilled at that, swallowing thickly. It was only then, that you really took in his appearance. He was dressed in his khakis, hair a bit messy, like he tried a bit too hard to gel it down but gave up after about fifteen minutes. It was still early and your squadron had gotten the following two weeks off to recuperate after the mission, so Cyclone must have called him in to talk.

“What happened?”

“They’re making me see a shrink.”

The fact that he said shrink and him thinking seeing a therapist would ruin his career made you laugh, which only aggravated Rooster further.

“This isn’t funny, sunshine. We’re talking about my job.”

“Did the thought ever cross you that therapy would be a good thing for you? It’s nothing to be shameful about,” you then said, after your laughter subsided.

He narrowed his eyes on you. “They’ll think I am weak.”

“Rooster-” you started, your voice gentle, but you barely got another word out before he interrupted you.

“You have to go back to Cyclone and tell him that you were wrong.”

“I’m not going back on my word and I most definitely will not lie just so you don’t have to go to therapy, Rooster,” you snapped at him, all the sympathy you just felt for him, flying out of the window, just to be replaced with anger. “Do you even remember what you said to me, Rooster? The way you talked about your life like you were expendable? That it wouldn’t matter if you made it back or not? I know you’re stubborn but get it through your thick skull that there are people who care about you and who very much do care about whether you made it back from a mission or not.”

Rooster raised his eyebrows in surprise, his mouth agape as if he was struggling to find the right words. But you had heard enough. Walking back to your front door, you opened it, glaring back at Rooster.

“Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to bed. Good bye, Rooster.”

You held the door open and while Rooster stayed still for a few seconds, you didn’t give in until he hunched his shoulders over and left your apartment. Rooster even turned back, opening his mouth yet again, but before he could say anything, you slammed the door shut. Leaning your forehead against the door, you sighed deeply before pushing away.

This was not how you imagined your morning going.

Crawling back under your blanket, you hoped to shut out the rest of the world and get a grip on your whirlwind of emotions. It was insane how Rooster managed to make you feel sad for one second and then inexplicably mad by the next. He made it so easy to fall for him, so easy to be drawn in by his charms, but by the time you realized that he was more than just a pretty man with a silly mustache, he put up his defensive walls.

You spent most of the time in your bed for the remainder of your time off. Even though Halo and Phoenix, sometimes even Hangman, texted you to come out to the Hard Deck constantly, you couldn’t stand the thought of seeing Rooster, simmering in his anger and making you responsible for his apparent miserable situation.

By the time Sunday rolled around, you stood in front of your mirror, tugging the collar of your uniform straight. Getting a Commendation medal for the mission was really the last thing you needed right now. You gently flattened your hair against your scalp once more, before grabbing your purse and hat, making your way to base.

Judging by the amount of cars in the parking lot, you were the last to arrive, so you quickly set the hat on your head while staring into the side mirror of your car. When you straightened yourself up again, you saw Rooster pulling up right next to you. Your eyes met for a split second, and you held his gaze for too long, only breaking away when he gave you a solemn nod.

You didn’t wait for him to get out of the car, instead you hurried inside, where it was crawling with uniformed Navy personnel. It didn’t take you long until you spotted the squadron sitting in the front rows, sliding into your seat next to Phoenix and Halo.

“Hey. How have you been?”

“Been better,” you grimaced at Phoenix.

“You made it just in time,” Halo told you. “Cyclone’s about to start his speech.”

And as if the admiral was just waiting for the cue, he stepped on the small stage, approaching the podium just as Rooster took the last seat in the second row.

“- and I would like to ask the squadron to join me on the stage.”

You, and the rest of the members of the squadron that were a part of the mission stood and walked up on stage orderly, staring straight ahead as Cyclone continued his speech, a perfect picture of the perfect squadron.

“It’s my greatest honor to bestow this medal to this squadron under the leadership of Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, callsign: Rooster.”

Are you trying to tank my career? echoed in your head and you fought the urge to send Rooster a condescending smile. Either he had actually gotten on his ass and gone to therapy or Cyclone was gritting his teeth while pinning the medal on Rooster’s chest. Maybe he’d try to prick his skin, too. You wouldn’t blame him.

When Cyclone finally stood in front of you, he gave you an almost imperceptible nod before pinning the medal on your chest. You let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding and Cyclone returned to the podium, closing out his speech.

After all the pictures were taken, you were free from the official program, and you headed straight to the refreshment table, grabbing a glass of champagne, fleeing to a corner that was more quiet. A more zealous aviator, like Hangman, would use this golden opportunity to rub some elbow with some of the higher ranked officials, but you were too anxious to get a good word out. Sipping on your champagne you could see Rooster approaching you cautiously out of the corner of your eyes, but you made no move to make it clear that you had seen him.

Even as he settled in next to you, you kept your eyes on Harvard and Yale as they were talking to Admiral Kerner.

Rooster cleared his throat, shifting from one foot to another. “Hey.”

“Are you here to yell at me for trying to ruin your career again, Lieutenant Bradshaw?”

Your tone was cold, maybe even colder than you had intended, but it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it. And judging by the way Rooster was wincing, he knew he did.

“I wanted to apologize. I never realized how I came across and I didn’t mean to make you feel like you didn’t matter… I actually went to see the shr-, the therapist,” he said, quickly correcting himself, flushing. “He’s not a bad guy. A bit pretentious but he’s been helping a lot. He made me realize that I tend to lash out a lot when I feel betrayed, especially by people that I love.”

You tensed at the words that came tumbling out of his mouth. Did he just-? Bewildered, you turned your head to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed. Rooster’s cheeks colored as he realized the extent of his words.

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean- I mean, I didn’t-. Fuck.” He rubbed his hand across his face, puffing out a breath of frustration. “I guess the cat’s out of the bag now, huh?”

Your heart nearly hammered out of your chest and you thought he was actually fucking with you until Rooster looked at you with those eyes, that was when you knew that he was being sincere. Swallowing thickly, you cast your eyes down, before slowly reaching your hand down, entangling your fingers with his.

He looked at you in surprise.

“Do you know how much it hurt when you said you had people waiting on the other side? Acting like it wasn't a big deal if we lost you? If I lost you?” you asked quietly, your voice breaking.

“I know, I know. I am working on it. Guess I am more fucked up than I though, huh?”

Rooster chuckled darkly, but you only squeezed his hand.

“Everyone has baggage. Nobody is going to judge you for that. But it’s the way you handle that baggage that makes a difference. If you’re just going to let your baggage define you and make the choices for you, I don’t know if I can take that. I don’t know if I can watch you run yourself into the ground in the hopes of becoming a hero, Rooster.”

“I am not. I won’t.”

“Okay.”

You took a deep breath, your fingers still intertwined with Rooster’s and when you looked over to him, you wanted to grab his face so badly to plant a kiss on him. But you were already playing with fire by holding hands at an official Naval event, you weren’t going to make a fool out of yourself by making out with a fellow aviator. The look on Rooster’s face told you that he wanted to kiss you just as badly, and for now, that was enough.

It had to be.

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thevestigeofvanillaan · 1 year

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Hi again lovely🤷‍♀️

how about waking billy up to a handjob ( ovbs discussed the night before), and he’s an absolute moaning mess but manages to still degrade/ praise you as your doing it. Next morning he wakes u up hungrily eating your pussy

(I’m so shameless but I can’t help it 😍 ignore it if you want haha. SORRY)

i love this!! i had fun writing it and i hope you like it🥰‼️.

billy hargrove x female reader.

content: smut, cunnilingus, head (m and f receiving), married couple!, praise, subtle degradation, mention of you guys having a daughter, dub con.

The night prior you'd told your husband you have a surprise for him in the morning as you cuddled up behind him. He'd groan, not really caring too much "That's great honey." He yawns out before wishing you goodnight. You scoff and turn around.

Your sex life wasn't great after your daughter turned three. This was solely because you didn't want her to hear the two of you, so sex had been rare. Most of the time it would be soft or gentle whenever you did. You just missed when Billy used to treat you like a princess, and fuck you like one too. You were so desperate and craved his lewd touch.

The next morning you wake up to the light shining from the window, your hand between your thighs to keep it warm. You rub it against your cunt through your underwear and sit up to see Billy sleeping beside you, his arm thrown over his eyes as he rests on his back.

You smile and kiss his bare chest, rubbing a hand down to palm his cock through his boxers. You feel him harden under your touch when he starts moving and waking up. He chuckles, his arm still over his eyes, "Good morning to you too, sweets.".

"Mornin'." You smile and he takes his arm off his eyes. You lean down and kiss him softly, still palming him through his boxers. Soon you slip a hand under the material. He lifts his hips up so you can pull them down and begin pumping his cock softly with your hand.

He moans quietly into your touch, bucking his hips occasionally and throwing his head back. "My god, haven't done this in.. forever, fuck." He groans.

"I know.. been wanting you so bad." You smile and kiss him hungrily. He sits up as now he's more awake and you continue to pump his cock.

Honestly, he's a mess. Wrapped right around your finger. Moaning those slutty boy moans, "Fuck you're such a whore.. my pretty little whore, huh sweets? Fuck." He bucks his hips as he comes close to his release. "Fuck baby just like that, you're so good. I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah? Just like this?" You say with a coy smile on your face, looking into his eyes as you kitten lick his tip. When he completely falls under your touch, groaning out a "Yes." with a hoarse voice. Your head comes up and you giggle with your tongue out before bring your head down to take in half his length, letting go with a pop.

And he can't take any more. You stick your tongue out and pump his cock lucidly as he cums in your mouth.

You wanna spit it out at the foreign salty taste that you didn't miss all that much. You show him the cum on your tongue before swallowing. He groans at the sight.

"I'm gonna get you for this shit, just you wait." He chuckles and you smirk, excited for whatever revenge he's planned for you.

The next night he cuddles you close into his chest, which isn't irregular he just hasn't been doing it all that lately since it's been hot during the summer and the sweat makes your skin stick together and all hot and gross. The two of you would have to take a shower together the next morning, which made his revenge perfect.

He'd wake up early that morning, able to move you to lay on your back and unstick your skin from his, somewhat damp. He rubs your thighs softly, bringing his hand to cup your cunt through your panties. He'd begin to rub your clit through the thin layer of material and you'd shift from your sleep, slowly awakening to his touch.

Your back arches and you stretch your body before grabbing and scratching his arms, your eyes still closed. "Oh what, won't let me play with you princess?"

"Can you eat me out.?" You mumble, almost nervously though he's your husband. You know you shouldn't feel insecure when asking questions like that as he's done and seen it all with you.

He chuckles lowly and begins to pull down your panties, making his way to the bottom of the bed and inbetween your legs. He lays on his stomach and hooks his arms around your thighs to hold them apart.

Bringing his face close to your wet cunt, his hot breath fanning over your clit softly. "Don't tease." You moan and shift your hips impatiently. You feel his tongue lick up your slit to your clit when he sucks on the bud, using his tongue to tease at your entrance. Moaning loudly and grinding your hips into his face, just hoping that your daughter doesn't wake up or hear you.

The intense pleasure flowing through your lower body makes you instinctively go to close your legs around his head, though he pulls them apart and lets out a low vibrating chuckle that runs right to your core. He continues to abuse your cunt with his tongue and you inch closer to your release.

"Billy fuck, right there yes.!" You moan out to him as he fucks you nice with his tongue, the muscle sliding in and out of your hole as his nose tickles your clit. And right then, you come undone onto your husband's tongue.

"Fucker." You giggle out after your high ended and kick your husband's shoulder to push him away and he laughs. "My body's all hot and sticky." You mumble, getting up and walking over to Billy who's grabbing two towels from your closet.

"Come take a shower with me, baby." Billy throws the towel at you and you catch it, following him to the bathroom connected to your bedroom.

You watch as your husband takes off his shorts and boxers and you can't help but smile.

"What're you smiling at?" He'd ask before you respond saying, "Nothing, just fell in love with you again."

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shelbgrey · 9 months

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Short story: Dream Warriors(Lance Sweets)

Paring: Lance Sweets x Hodgins!Reader

Summary: the day y/n and her brother Jack were buried in the car by the Gravedigger still haunts her in many different ways. One night she wakes up screaming, her boyfriend Lance is there to comfort her.

A/n: this story won the poll I posted, I'm so excited it won. Sorry it's so short.

MasterList

Where am I...?

I blinked a couple of times and saw nothing but darkness, I squeezed my eyes shut and winced as specks of dirt fell on my face. My lungs burned at the lack of oxygen as tried to moved around, realizing were I was I started to panic.

Not again...

“no... No!” I pounded on the car window, remembering this all to well. The only difference was I was utterly alone in the darkness.

I pushed and pushed on all the windows trying to excape but nothing worked. I weezed as the doors of the car started to close in on me.

I pushed with all the strangth I had to stop it from closing in on me and crushing me. “let me out!” I sobbed and banged on the doors.

The sounds of metal and glass cracking filled my ears, it fell like every part of my body was being crushed. I kicked as hard as I could intill the door came off. Dirt came flooding in, invading all my sences. As the salty earth filled my throat I felt myself falling. I grabed and threw my hands around trying to stop it but nothing worked.

“oof” I groaned as my back hit a sheat of rusted metal. I coughed and heaved trying to relive my lung from all the dirt and sand. I grabbed at my chest and panted, when I took a breath a noticed the steam and pipes that surrounded me.

“help me!”

I quickly stood up at the familour shouting. “Jack!” I ran towards the sound of his voice only to get whipped back, hard enough to where I went flying right into a large stake in the wall.

Blood trickled down my chin as I looked at the blood covered piece of metal coming out of my chest. “h-help me” I croaked out.

Then It went black...

A bight light glared at me, the light remind me of the light fixture in the Lab. Temperance then came into view and picked up my face... My skull actually

“y/n, Baby wake up” Lance said shaking me.

I jolted awake in a sweating, out of breath haze. I coughed and tried regulated my breathing.

It felt like my heart was gonna burst into flames with how fast and hard it's beating. Like in my dream, my chest heaving hard, feeling like I still couldn’t breathe properly no matter how hard I tried.

“Lance...” I croaked as hot tears filled my eyes, it clouded my vision. It felt so real, it felt like I was right back in that damn car. I couldn’t stop relaying the moment me and jack were buried in that car, reliving the molment I woke up in ICU and the only relief I felt was when I open my eyes and Lance was there. Just like this very moment.

“Hey its okay” he whispered and pulled me to his chest. I grabed on this shirt and sobbed into his chest, there was nothing stopping the tears now.

“I got you, your safe... I promise” he said running his fingers through my hair as he hugged me tighter. I held on to him for dear life, trying to regain what was and wasn't reality.

“I-i was-s in the car ag-gain... It felt so real” I said between sobbs. I buried my face in the crook of his neck as he tried to sooth me.

“she's gone baby” he said referring to the Gravedigger, you could hear the anger in his voice. He hated her and it was like some dark secret we refused to mention. I never wanted to talk about that night and Lance never pushed the subject.

“I won't let anything hurt you” he whispered as he kissed my cheeks and forehead. I never felt so safe with someone, and when he said that I believed him without a doubt.

“I was dead...” I cried. “just another corpse on Temperance's table”

“Hey..” he said softly and placed his hand on my cheek, he lifted my face so our eyes met. “that's never gonna happen” he wiped away the falling tears as he rested his forehead on mine.

I leaned in pushing my lips to his. He moaned softly and shuts his eyes, kissing back deeply and softly. A kiss so full of love and tenderness. Lance pulls away softly and lays us both down on the bed. I layed on his chest, hanging on for dear life as his arms were secure around my body.

“I got you... I promise my Love” he said kissing the top of my head.

“I love you” is the last thing I remembered before drifting back into a deep slumber. The type of slumber were there are no cares, just because I was in his arms I knew I was safe.

#Lance Sweets x reader #Lance Sweets imagines #Lance Sweets one shots #Lance Sweets #Bones imagines #Bones x reader #Seeley Booth #Temperance Brennan #john francis daley #Lance Sweets Headcanons

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kxmikomrade · 1 year

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We all know that we have both fallen in love with Kaveh🫶

So<3

GN!reader

A medium serving of Cafe latte, Onigiri, and cinnamon dango<33

Imagine in SAGAU, Creator!reader dotes on Kaveh, and is practically their fav<33 imagine how jealous other characters are bc their dearest creator is favoring him more than the rest<3

I will love this man more than my entire life.

🍁˖࿐ SAGAU - Kaveh

╰┈➤Kaveh x Reader Order: Cafe latte, Medium serving onigiri, cinnamon dango Genre: Fluff, crack Gn!reader (or any gender) Pronouns: Y/P (your pronouns) Type: Headcanons Requested! by: @astrilien Warnings: Some swearing i think other than that, nothing but this was written before Kaveh's release/drip marketing. And I haven't done Haithams quest yet so 🤷 Waiter's Notes: How have your travels been? I hope that it hasnt been much trouble. I'm glad you have stopped by, please enjoy! ^^ Author's Notes: Welcome back my dear costumer who gives me food aswell 😌

i pray for ur main, bcs theyre gonna get replaced as soon as this man gets released

doesnt matter if he isnt suitable for being a dps, if u build him right, and give him the fanciest 5* weapon, mans all set

Your main has gone through alot with you, but never something like this, they just KNOW that they arent gonna last long

Characters who got benched be like: first time?

First time you heard of his name you didnt really think much to it until he got leaked and showed up in the archon quest that you were all 👀👀

Ofc, the man took pride in it and got a huge ego boost because you just dropped all your attention on Alhaitham and the story and focused on him

Speaking of Haitham, he's never gonna hear the end of it. Bcs Kaveh's already gonna use u in his old married couple bickering with him

Kaveh literally making sure to be extra expressive and salty to Haitham whenever he's going to be shown in a quest just for you 🥰🥰

And every character you've ever simped for just stands there like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

Kind of heart broken with how you easily just dropped everything for him and a TAD bit jealous but they won't say anything because it isn't good :((

Bennett, Sucrose, Ayaka, Amber, Collei, Barbara, Noelle, Ganyu, Gorou, Nilou, Kaeya, Yun Jin, Yao Yao, Kazuha, Thoma, Nahida

*Is confused* First, you decide to go to Sumru to continue the archon quest, then get in the brain-juice draining quest with too many complications looking for answers and now you're suddenly simping over this random blonde guy???

Razor, Xiangling, Chongyun, Qiqi, Sayu, Layla, Xiao, Yun Jin

Uses their work to their advantage to get your spotlight back on them

Hu Tao, Yanfei, Yelan

Tries to get your attention back. Doing big dmg, getting you trinkets and even getting into trouble just so you could pay attention to them again

Itto, Klee, Yoimiya, Beidou, Childe, Hu Tao, Venti, Xinyan

Doesn't really care. (They're just bitter inside bcs of how you chose him over them LMAO)

Xiao, AlHaitham, Cyno, Eula, Kaeya, Mona, Diona, Keqing, Wanderer

Really doesn't care. Like good for you ig *proceeds to go to work*

Jean, Kokomi, Rosaria, Albedo, Diluc, Lisa, Ningguang, Zhongli, Shenhe, Raiden, Sara, Faruzan, Shinobu, Dori, Candace, Tighnari

Does NOT like it and they WILL let you know, doing small dmg out of spite. Even trying to shake off your control. And ofc, constantly complaining or mumbling about it

Itto, Heizou, Fischl

"Oh, I see how it is" then makes a full devised plan about getting you back, it's a really good plan so let's see how it goes 🫡

Ayato, Heizou, Yae Miko, Yelan, Xingqiu

(458 words)

Sorry dat it's short, I haven't read much SAGAU so I don't rlly know wat to write :'DD

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sidprescot · 9 months

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love me forever, a yenralt fanmix 23 songs, 1hr 53mins listen on spotify here tracklist and lyrics under the cut

YENRALT APPRECIATION, VOL 2. -> prompt: forever + two colors

poison, alice cooper

I wanna love you but I better not touch (don't touch) I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop I wanna kiss you but I want it too much (too much) I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

be my druidess, type o negative

Around the pyre, a circle of thirteen Throughout these woods, ecstatic screams I look deeply into your eyes I smell your hair, caress your thighs Now we'll make love by fire light A blaze so high it lights the night

love is a fire, subvision

Baby, listen, I'm sellin' my soul to the devil in you So give me, give me the strength and I'll push it through Love is a fire, and it's ragin' out of control Love is a fire And it's burnin' up my soul

love walked in, thunder

So tired of waiting, I walked an empty land I was looking for something to help me understand But bad luck kept turning my dreams into sand I didn't want pity, I had my share of friends I wanted somebody more special than the rest I was aching inside like I was approaching the end Just about that moment the timing was so right You appeared like a vision sent down to my life I thought I was dreaming when I saw you that night

spell i'm under, winger

Woman, never before Without a word I hear so much Woman, under the spell Every sin holy in your touch It's all I feel, it's all I see And all I know it must be you You're the spell I'm under

prisoner of your eyes, judas priest

When I saw your face I became a prisoner of your eyes And I would do just anything To stay and be with you

love me forever, motörhead

Love me forever, or not at all End of our tether, backs to the wall You give me your hand, don't you ever ask why Promise me nothing, live 'til we die

hold on to my heart, W.A.S.P.

Take away the pain, inside my soul And I'm afraid, so all alone Take away the pain, that's burning in my soul Cause I'm afraid that I'll be all alone So just hold me, hold me, hold me

love you to death, type o negative

In her place one hundred candles burning As salty sweat drips from her breast Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get

dance macabre, ghost

How could it end like this? There's a sting in the way you kiss me Something within your eyes Said it could be the last time 'Fore it's over

sleeping (in the fire), W.A.S.P.

Touch, touch in the flame's desire Feeling the pain's denial And your finger's in the fire Look, look in the candlelight See in the flame of life And my spell is our lie

darling, mcc

Been on my way so many times I walked away so many times From you But in the end you held the key And as it seems the fate of me In you It's ashes and dust Where are you now? I need you now You're lost somehow Where are you now?

jasmine and rose, clan of xymox

The air tastes just like you, it's the smell of June A sensory shock that jolts my spirit, I slowly swallow you A spray of little droplets, a fragrance so refined The spirit of nostalgia is passing me by

darkness at the heart of my love, ghost

There's a darkness at the heart of my love That runs cold, runs deep The darkness at the heart of my love So bold, so sweet

one more fucking time, motörhead

Both your eyes wide open You see the shape I'm in It wasn't of my choosing It's only bones and skin And I will plead no contest If loving you's a crime So go on and find me guilty Just one more fucking time

hell is living without you, alice cooper

Try to walk away When I see the time I've wasted Starving at a feast And all this wine I've never tasted On my lips your memory has been stained Is it all in vain? Tell me who's to blame, yeah

mama i'm coming home, ozzy osbourne

You took me in and you drove me out Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah Lost and found and turned around By the fire in your eyes You made me cry, you told me lies But I can't stand to say goodbye Mama, I'm coming home I could be right, I could be wrong It hurts so bad, it's been so long Mama, I'm coming home

only my heart talkin', alice cooper

Anybody's dream can fall apart Anybody's mask can break Couldn't tell you how I wanted you Enough to make you want to stay I never said the words out loud I guess I couldn't get' em straight Baby, give me one more chance Before you walk away

this heart of mine (i pledge), pain of salvation

I lie awake watching your shoulders Move so softly as you breathe With every breath you're growing older But that is fine if you're with me I pledge to wake you with a smile I pledge to hold you when you cry I pledge to love you 'till I die 'Till I die

i don't want to live without you, sleeze beez

I find myself in a strange situation And I don't know how What seemed to be an infatuation Is so different now I can't get by if we're not together Ooh can't you see Girl, I want you now and forever Close to me I'm longing for the time I'm longing for the day Hoping that you will promise to be mine And never go away

save your love, great white

I wake in the night To find you on my mind Deep in a dream, You'll always be Until the end of time I look in your eyes They touch my soul My love is hard to hide I'm never alone when we're apart. I feel you by my side

angel, judas priest

Angel, put sad wings around me now Protect me from this world of sin so that we can rise again Oh, Angel, we can find our way somehow Escaping from the world we're in to a place where we began And I know we'll find a better place and peace of mind Just tell me that it's all you want, for you and me Angel, won't you set me free?

life eternal, ghost

Can you hear me say your name forever? Can you see me longing for you forever? Would you let me touch your soul forever? Can you feel me longing for you forever, forever?

#thewitcheredit #yenraltsource #the witcher #the witcher netflix #twn #yenralt #geralt x yennefer #playlist #fanmix #rj.gif #i have not felt like giffing lately rip #so have this silly little fanmix instead

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osleeplessflowero · 3 months

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// i love merfolk, so i figured..why not write a skeleton oneshot with a merman blue? 💙 As always, gender neutral Reader. Their soul is up for interpretation! 💜 Ao3 link will be provided once it's posted there! (I am so sorry for my fic readers that get a bunch of oneshots instead of updates..) 💛 bonus points if somebody gets the barbie reference in here

🫧 Into The Sea 🌊

The ocean waves sway beneath you, the sound all too familiar. Your hair blows gently in the breeze, that salty ocean air filling your senses. You smile, comforted by the atmosphere.

In truth, you hadn't expected to come out here to begin with. But since your friend had an extra ticket for a popular cruise line in the area..how could you refuse? Plus, it's a great opportunity to see the sea life you're normally not that close to.

Speaking of said friend, they walk over to you and lean their arms on the rail beside you.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" They ask, grinning. "I'm glad I could ask you to come with me. Sights like these just wouldn't be the same alone." "Thanks for asking me to. Beats staying at home by myself, right?" "Couldn't have said it better. Maybe if we're lucky, we'll see some of the Mer." "Mer? As in merfolk? I thought those were myths?" You turn to them, a brow raised. "Oh no, they're very real. I've asked a few people around and they said they've caught glimpses of tails moving through the water out here at night. They must be looking for food or something." They shrug. "Huh..how unusual. I wonder what they look like.." You look back to the water, a bunch of ideas flowing through your head as you wonder about these unfamiliar creatures you'd only heard about in tales. "Me too. Maybe we'll spot one."

If there were merfolk out here, would they even approach? Surely they would be curious about this large structure during the water. But then again, they may have experience with these sort of things and wish to stay away. Which, of course, you'd completely understand should you be in their situation. Who knows how many hunters have gone out here to try and catch them for fame?

"It'd definitely be a sight." You lean on them, trying to spot any unusual colors in the water. For a moment you perk up at the sight of a tail, but it just turns out to be a dolphin.. you still say hello to it, though.

Things are peaceful for a bit, before you look up to notice that there are dark grey clouds forming in the sky; a storm's coming. Better get inside before something happens.

"Let's go in. I don't want to get caught in this rain." You suggest, pointing at the nearest door leading into the ship. Your friend agrees, walking inside with you and grouping up with several other passengers on board. An announcement is said over the intercom:

"Attention to all of our passengers, please remain calm. A storm is currently approaching us and should be moving out of this area shortly. Please remain indoors at all times and near a safe space until the coast is clear. Thank you."

"I wonder how bad of a storm it'll be?" You ask no one in particular, looking outside at the increasingly growing darker sky and the waves. Your friend perks up, having been focused on something else. "Hopefully not bad enough to end our trip early. It's been so fun here!" They comment, holding up their phone to check the weather and showing you.

It seems a big thunderstorm is arriving, lightning along with it. The winds will be moving like crazy.. You silently hope it doesn't knock out the ship's power somehow. Your friend rests their hand on your shoulder, a reassuring gesture but also to get your attention as you're snapped out of your thoughts.

"Hey, I'm gonna go get us some drinks. You gonna be alright on your own? I can stay or you can go with me if not." They offer, gesturing to a room nearby that leads to the dining area.

You nod. "Yeah, I'll be fine. You go on ahead, I'll wait here."

"Okay! Be back in a sec!" They run off, quickly dodging anybody that walks too close to them. You feel around in your pocket for your phone so you can watch something to pass the time, but..it isn't there. You were sure you placed it there earlier!

..That's right. You brought it outside with you. It must still be out there, you hope it hasn't already gotten wet!

You contemplate leaving your friend before deciding you'll just walk right back in, so you rush outside out of anyone's view to go and retrieve your phone. The wind harshly blows your hair behind you as well as your clothes, the rain gently hitting you from above and falling from the sky like thousands of tears.

Sure enough, your phone's exactly where you left it, beside the chair you'd been sitting in while getting some sun earlier. You carefully walk over to it, dodging the wind as you move as best you can to grab it. Once you finally have it in your hands, you're relieved that somehow it remained untouched.

Your friend rushes out, presumably having looked out the window and saw you, running over and almost slipping.

"Hey! Be careful out here, the wind's insane! What are you even doing?" They shout, holding onto the railing beside the two of you.

"I was just getting my phone, I left it out here and really did not want to lose it."

"Okay, well, just give it to me for now. I don't want you to lose it again and throw yourself into more danger." They hold out their hand, and you place it in their hand before the two of you begin walking back to the door you came out here from.

The wind picks up, much stronger than before. The ship slightly tilts due to the power of it, causing you to fall right onto the rail.

Your friend calls out your name as you reach out to them, before you're abruptly shoved back again, falling over the rail. They try their hardest to pull you back up, but in the end you ultimately fall into the water.

"Someone help! My friend just fell overboard!" You can hear them shout as they rush back inside. You hit the water abruptly, struggling to swim back up.

You fight, swimming as hard as you can, trying to reach the surface without running out of breath. Yet it seems the water keeps somehow pulling you back down.. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you continue to try, before you eventually fall unconscious from the lack of air..

A brief flash of bright blue fills your vision before your eyes shut. You sink slowly down into the sea..

Someone swims up to you. You can't see him, because you're out cold. He's beautiful; a mer-skeleton that had seen you fighting before you fainted, wanting to help you. His bright blue tail glistens beneath the water, his arms having tattoo-like blue markings along them as well as his ribcage. His bright blue eyelights dart over you in a worried manner as he finally reaches your sleeping form. He looks up to the surface before realizing you need air, holding you in his big strong arms as he swims up to the surface.

He pops his head out of the water before pulling you out with him. There's no response from you..

His eyelights dart around before he spots a set of rocks, swimming over and lying you down before pressing down on your chest. He repeats this process a few times, before saying distressed words in a language you probably wouldn't understand, were you awake to hear.

He apologizes, closing your nose and lifting your chin before pressing his teeth to your lips and blowing air in.. somehow, leaning up to take a breath before doing it one more time.. the moment he raises his head again, you spit out water, coughing as your eyes slowly blink open, filled with tears. You take deep breaths as you sit up, the skeleton resting his hand on your back as he supports you.

You look over your savior..a beautiful skeleton merman, who's greeting you with a warm smile. He seems to be relieved that you're okay. So they really do exist.. that's..crazy. And to think one just saved your life..

"Thank you." You say, hoping that somehow he'll understand if there's a language barrier. He pauses for a second, before letting out a quiet gasp and nodding, seeming to have understood.

You turn your head towards the ship, pointing to it. "Can you take me back? My friend is waiting."

He tilts his head a little, so out of curiosity, you try signing the words out to him. His eyelights widen a little bit, and he signs back.

'You Can Sign?' 'Yeah, learned how.' 'That's Great! I Should Take You Back Now Before Your Ship Leaves.' 'Thank you!'

He picks you up in a bridal carry of sorts, motioning for you to hold on before quickly swimming up to the boat. A ladder is quickly dropped down by some staff members for you to climb. You grab onto it, turning to the stranger.

'Thank you again. What's your name?' 'Blue! And You're Welcome, Human!'

You smile at him, pressing a small kiss to his cheek, causing his face to flush a bright shade of blue.

'I hope I'll see you again!' You climb up, hugging your friend who makes sure you're okay.

He gives you a wave, before disappearing into the sea.

"You have to tell me EVERYTHING." Your friend states, wrapping a towel around your shoulders as you walk inside.

"Yeah..let me get some time to think, first."

#swap sans x reader #merman swap sans #gender neutral reader #underswap x reader #utmv x reader #underswap sans #underswap sans x reader

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randomeggart · 16 hours

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ello! If it's ok i have a few questions to ask about ahuw if that's ok?

1: I'm curious how Vanessa's ice works considering this au is underwater, does she still have ice magic or has it been replaced with something else?

And 2: how does the tale of queen Vanessa play out? I know some AU's slightly change the events and with the possibility of ice being out of the equation how did Vanessa destroy the village?

I'm sorry if these questions seem odd I was hoping to make some fanart and I've had these questions in my head for awhile once again i hope I'm not annoying you with them and I wish you a nice day!

-your local socially anxious Subcon nerd

Hello! yes it's absolutely ok to ask me anything! (asks are always a delight to get, it makes me very happy to see people interested in my stuff!) And they're not odd or annoying at all, I get to ramble about Subcon now hehehe here we go

1: Well Vanessa's powers are the same as in she can freeze things and create ice. However it's a bit less intense as it's harder to completely freeze the entire body of water around you. It has much less effect than the base game, mostly just covering the surface of any structure she's touching/standing on with ice, and when the 'everyone dying' thing happens the only thing that actually gets covered in ice directly is the manor and the area around it.

2: Now you might be thinking if only the manor froze, how did everyone die? So first we're gonna have a brief fun science time :D

so here's the fun thing about freezing seawater: then it freezes, it releases salt particles to the water around it, which creates this extra salty, dense and absolutely freezing saline water. And when it interacts with nonfrozen, regular seawater it creates... you guessed it, more ice! (I'm not an expert on this stuff or anything though so take it with a grain of.....ʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉ salt) So what basically happened is that 1) the manor froze, 2) which made the entire area around it freezing saline water, 3) which met with the rest of subcon and dropped the temperature of it significantly along with creating a whole lot of ice everywhere. Which... probably wasn't the best thing for anyone living in it. I mean, imagine you're living your best life and all of a sudden the temperature just. DROPS. like 50 degrees. yeah I don't think your body is gonna react to that well (at the very least send you into cold shock), and I imagine it would be way worse for cold- blooded fishfolk.

other than that are changes not that important to the story (the prince's chains are different, stuff like that), aand that's about it! ty for asking and wishing me a nice day :D have a great one as well

#a hat under waters #ahuw #ask #ahit au #putting it out there that whenever someone is curious about anything in ahuw I explode/pos #people are interested in my thing!! they wanna know more!! that's literally the coolest thing ever #tags that say they enjoy my au make me incredibly happy #so if you wanna ask me stuff absolutely go for it!#Not annoying me in the slightest- the opposite really. inannoying. nonannoying. antiannoying even

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c0stass · 6 months

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Comfort & Chaos pt. 4

Content: bondage, dirty talk, rough sex, cussing, mark being dominant, talk of feeling powerless, possible cnc?

DISCLAIMER: I probably should have added this from part 1, but this is a FANTASY, FICTIONAL story. One should NEVER blindly enter into any kind of bdsm/bondage scene w out talking abt everything thoroughly beforehand. Do NOT use stories like this if you are new to kink looking to experiment. That being said, enjoy the final part of this story!

"What do you want?" He asks, running his fingers down the middle of your chest.

"Every.. everything..." You respond, your voice full of lust.

"Good girl," he whispers as he leans you back against the desk.

You want him so badly you can barely stand it any more. You lick your lips in anticipation, looking at him. He smiles sweetly, then yanks you around and slams you against his desk, but holding your arms so you don't hit too hard. You gasp as he grabs your ass and smacks it. His fingers make their way to your dripping cunt, and he shoves two in, deep. His thumb massages your swollen clit as he thrusts them in and out of you a few times, fast and hard.

"Oh... god... Mark...!" You yell out loudly. He pulls his fingers out and leans against you, holding them to your face as he yanks your hair with his other hand, pulling your head up.

"Taste youself," he demands.

You moan as you taste your juices, sweet and slightly salty at the same time. Letting go of your hair, he works his fingers in and out of your mouth slowly while his other hand trails down your back.

Suddenly, he shoves his cock in deep without warning, making you scream.

Withdrawing his fingers from your mouth, he slowly moves in and out, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"Oh my... fuck... you're tight..." he groans softly as he grabs your tied wrists.

Over the next few minutes, he gradually picks up speed. Your hip bones bang against the edge of the desk, but overshadowed by the pleasure building up inside you. He grips your hips hard, moaning about how good you feel. And hearing him say your name in that deep, sexy voice of his just drives you crazy.

"Oh my god... Mark, I'm gonna..."

"Already? Dont cum yet. Be a good girl and hold it."

He is still moving at the same pace, his skin smacking against yours loudly as he slams into you over and over. You can feel yourself getting closer with each thrust as his thick cock stretches you out. His balls smacking your clit as the head punches your g spot repeatedly.

No words can describe how you feel right now. You've wanted this for so long and you can't believe it. You absolutely love the feeling of being powerless as he has his way with you. You never expected him to be this dominant, but you're loving every last bit of it.

"Maaaark," you whine as you feel it building up, fast, "I cant... hold... anymore..."

He says nothing, but you can feel his legs trembling on yours. He's breathing heavily. You can tell he's getting close, too.

You let everything out, screaming his name loudly as you cum probably the hardest you ever have in your life. The feeling of your pussy squeezing his thick shaft was enough to send him over the edge, and his balls empty inside you.

"FUCK Y/N," he yells out, gripping the skin of each ass cheek hard as he slows his pace, slamming into you a couple more times before collapsing on top of you.

"Oh... my... god..." You gasp, feeling the weight of his body on yours.

He lifts himself off you, panting hard, and sits on the floor.

You stand up, trying hard to keep your balance on your weak, shaking legs, your hands still tied behind your back. You fall to your knees on the rough carpet of the floor.

"Mark... can you... untie me please?"

He snaps out of his trance.

"Of course," he says as he quickly frees your hands. After resting for a minute, he stands up and helps you to your feet.

"That was amazing. You are amazing," he says, smiling at you.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard, like, ever," you laugh, "but it's getting late, we should... get out of here." You bite your lip.

A mischievous grin spreads across his face.

"Round two? At mine?"

You nod at him, and the two of you get dressed, and head out to his place.

~end...

#saw #detective hoffman #mark hoffman #costas mandylor #mark hoffman x reader #fanfic

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avatar-of-procrastination · 2 years

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07 and 16 + duke leto atreides (dune) please!!

Congratulations for reaching 200 followers Alice!!!! I hope you are well and okay wherever you are bestie!! 🥹🫶🏼

Tysm bestie 🥺💕 Hope both sides of your pillow are cold and you have the best dreams of Oscar Isaac 💚

You released the inner whore in me with these prompts fr 😂

Prompts : 7. How would you feel about spending the day in bed?

16. Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?

Warnings : 18+ content below the cut, light smut, dom/sub behaviours, spanking (not expicit), allusions to sex, teasing. Not proofread

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine. Divider by @firefly-graphics)

Being married to a Duke meant that you had to maintain a certain sense of decency and decorum at all times. You were always under scrutiny by the council members (who were not exactly satisfied at your alliance with Duke Leto) and even the citizens of House Atreides. You were always expected to walk, talk and eat a certain way. Which is why you were over the moon when Leto approached you with the idea for an escape. A vacation.

You practically squealed when he informed you of the offer. Your excitement died down when you realized that there would be protection and council members there too. Leto noticed your deflated mood and informed you that absolutely no one would be there except the two of you. Dr. Yueh ordered him to take some time off.

"Who will take care of the country?" You asked. House Atreides would be left defenseless without the Duke.

"Paul will take care. He will be acting in charge. Besides, Duncan and Gurney will be there to help him. Jessica will make sure the palace doesn't burn down."

You were elated at the news. You turned to check if anyone was around and pressed your onto lips to Leto's warm ones. His hands snaked down your waist and deepened the kiss. The sounds of footsteps approaching sprung you guys apart amd you smoothed your dress in an attempt to look inconspicuous.

Duncan walked into the hallway and noticed how flustered you were and understood. Your face turned hot with embarrassment and bid farewell to them before retiring to your room.

'Just a few more days and Leto's gonna be all mine'

You breathed in a breath of fresh air, the salty sea scent filling your nostrils. 5 painfully long days later, you were finally away from the palace and corsets. Clothed in just a shirt from Leto's bag, you stood at the balcony, enjoying the view.

Leto emerged from the shower, his curls damp and sticking to his forehead. Droplets of water tricked down his perfectly toned chest. Your mouth watered at the sight and he smirked at you. He licked his lips slowly and walked towards you. You saw him move like a predator about to catch his prey and formulated a quick plan. One that was sure to get you the best sex of your life.

You let him tower over you, ans you stood up on your toes. He leaned down, his hit breath fanning over your lips. You placed your palms on his cheeks and brought them lower, almost touching your lips. He crashed them onto yours, eliciting a moan out of you. You weren't sure if you would be able to go through with the rest of the plan at this rate.

He pulled you flush against his still wet chest and deepened the kiss. You dropped you hands to his biceps and squeezed the firm muscles. You slowly trailed them down, to his abdomen and brushed your fingers above his towel. Leto shuddered and you took it as a distraction, allowing you to move away from him.

He looked at you in confusion as you walked to the bathroom door, swaying your hips teasingly, the bottom part of his shirt riding up your bare ass.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. Wouldn't want to miss the wonderful breakfast lined outside." You whispered and closed the bathroom door.

You heard Leto grunt as he tried to open the door.

"Do you think I’m messing around? Do you really think I won’t punish you?”

You clenched your thighs as you heard his threat. It took all of your will power to drag yourself to the shower and wash yourself of the dirt and grime of the travel.

"If you touch yourself in there, you've had it. I swear to all the gods above, (Y/N)."

You turned off the shower and quickly tied the bathrobe around you. You knew better than teasing him any longer. You both were waiting for this vacation for a long time.

You opened the door and found him glaring at you. You gulped and walked out. Leto turned around and walked to the bed at sat at the edge of it.

"Strip." He ordered.

Excitement buzzed through you as you slowly pulled the robe off you. The cold air hardened your nipples and Leto turned a lusty look at you. He motioned for you to lay on his lap. You obliged and raised your ass higher up as you lay sideways on his lap.

One. Two. Three smacks later he pulled you up roughly.

"That's what naughty girls get. You're lucky i'm in a good mood, otherwise I wouldn't have fucked you at all today."

You grinned at him. "I promise to be a good girl, Sir. Your good girl."

Safe to say, you were right about it being the best sex of your life. You guys went at it like wild rabbits. Leto stopped only after he made you cum 10 times. You were exhausted but infinitely satisfied.

Leto pulled you up, bridal-style and took you to the bathroom. He washed you up, leaving tender kisses along your body. You sighed in content and leaned back into his warm body.

Turning off the shower, he dried you up and gave you one of his shirt to wear. You pulled him onto the bed and wrapped an arm around his chest, snuggling further into him.

"How would you feel about spending the day in bed?” Leto whispered above you.

"Hmm. I think I'd love that."

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