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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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Yandere SCP with a chubby!fem!reader who is a Fairy Entity.

✧ A/N : its been a while since i dont write because i've been quite the busy here. but now i decided too and recently i've been very interested in scp lore and stories also with the monsters in it and decided to write it on my own within my own style. and + also this was a yandere :). what do you think? if you liked this please gave it a reblog and likes! i will very appreciate it ♡.

✧ Tw : Kidnapping, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Sadism, Carnage/Slaughtering, Blood, Unhealthy Behavior, Unhealthy mindset, Kind of Enemies to Lovers with Scp 682, Worship in 079 and SA in 682 (not from him, but from another person.) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No skintone of reader mentioned.

𑁍 Scp 049

• ugh.. where should i start with this guy? ah.. yes.. he's such a gentleman isnt he?

• first time he realize your appereance he thinks of you as such a delicate creature. he never sees you face to face, he just realize some very Soft and Pleaseable Appereance that was catching him off guard.

• that until he really met you face to face, and if only he wasnt such a cold gentleman he would praise you to death. i mean.. how could he not? you're just soo beautiful. its hard to believe that the facility who basically took you from where you were belong to think that you were some kind of monster when you're literally far from it.

• after he met you he think that he was just simply fascinated by your beauty-appereance, that until he is aware that he doesnt want you to be locked too far from where he was stayed at.

• what he wants is that your cell is to be placed right besides him. not far from him. now this guy is an aware yandere, and not to mention he's a very intelligent one too, he'll be pretty quick to know that his respond towards you snd the facility are far from being called normal because h literally just out burst at one of the scp staff for wanting to take you away from him.

• and the staff was not stupid either, espesially the scientist. they pretty much off guard and very heavily-aware of his action towards them and espesially you. so they start to put you into a different room, besides his cell with a mirror placed into each others wall.

• while the scientist observe from the Cctv, they see that you and 049, both was actually getting along each other.

• this is something the scientist does not really excepting, because well after all they always knew 049 as a very cold yet a gentleman anomaly to ever known in the facility. it was absolutely fascinating to see you - who is more friendly and well not so quiet as him can get pretty much along.

• this makes them hold you within 049 much longer than they actually plan.

• and of course, this all also come to 049 happiness as he obviously can see you much longer even in a different sell, he would love to meet you, see you, and talk to you everyday.

• theres no one, not even another scp or scp staff or even those great scientist could take you away from him, not even death. he swore to hold you within him just so you can be there, for him and him only.

𑁍 Scp 035

• now what i notice about this creature right here is that he actually quite the flirty one, and lets be honest - he also has some major anger issues holding him up, also a bit of sadism.

• first he sees you from his cell he just knew that you are the one. and let me tell you, besides from all his flirty personality, anger issues, and those sadism, he definetly also has some serious, Serious possessiveness.

• really become an aggresive hostile once he sees you getting interviewed by a male staff, making him growl from his cell, and of course - this lead to the other staffs attention.

• when they ask him about why was he being so hostile towards the male staff he said that "they do not deserve her. only i deserve her." and when the staff ask him "who do you mean by saying 'her'?" only to find out that "her" was you.

• and after that the staff check on you both, interviewing on you both and this time they ask a female staff to interview you, and 035 is much more calmer than before.

• this will all be kicked out of the window when the staff wanting to place you to an Abroad facility. of course this will make 035 sees red. and what can only be describe after this was a carnage.

• and at the end -- he escaped. with the willing to free you from those fuckers who tried to take away the love of his life (or so he tought) from him. he can and would spill many blood as it need if it can help him getting you again. and he wont stop, no matter how much host it will need and change, his goal is just one; getting you back again.

𑁍 Scp 079

• the first he sees you he really just over the heels for you. no - i am not joking, this dude here is drooling, even if he cant he can feel so while seeing you.

• absolutely admire everything you had. the way you talked, smiled, and walk is just different.

• absolutely reject the calls scp staff throw at you as a "monster" no matter how much they tried, they couldnt convience 079 that you were indeed a monster.

• really love the shape of your body, that was another thing of why he would take an extra glance at your plump body once he realize your appereance.

• is absolutely dying to have you for himself but how can he? he just there and can only watch you when you walked pass his cell.

• and another one is that he absolutely dreaming about you. wether its a cute one, a bad one, or even a naughty one, he does not care. once he start dreaming about you i recommend anyone to dont ever dare to try to take him away from his daydreaming moment or whoever that person is will have to encounter the out burst of 079.

• and after he's done? nothing would changed.. and at the end, he wouldnt be another different thing more than some unsual computer entity dude who is obsessed over some fairy.

𑁍 Scp 682

• really cocky about you lmao, and very sassy too.

• at first he actually (kinda) hate/dislike you because your overall personality and looks are definetly and obviously a literal opposite from him.

• everytime anyone sees you besides him they already can see the different. surely we dont have to waste our fingers to write what are your difference than him other than the fact that you both were a living things. but it was just sooo noticable like.. ugh.

• this enemies feeling will turn into lover as soon as some Bastardize staff start to treat you in a very unappropriate tone.

• and this time he just felt like he had to protect you somehow. protect you from getting experimented and other bad things.

• even if he's actually really feeling that way, still -- he is a big Tsundere weird lizard so he would rather simply just bury himself alive than admitting it openly.

• but asides from all of that, he actually really aware about his feelings. about the fact that he actually has some feelings for you. and he doesnt even sure of how to say it to you because he just think of it as a very big embarassement.

• this is just a matter of time before he finally decided to tell you about this feeling. the bad news is that, the same day he convience to you, is the same day that he would take you with him for eternity.

• and not even death can separate you from him ever.

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minimoxha · 7 months

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"You are nothing more than a dumb whore, I swear." Jason pushed out a struggled moan as he thrusts deep down your throat. Even though I did sit there, hands tied behind my back and taking Jasons cock on the floor you I wondered with my brain three seconds away from becoming useless, where this had come from.

Sex pollen was what his new attitude had come from. After a run with Ivy's sex pollen, Bruce had mistakenly allowed Jason to come home to you because he was showing no signs of symptoms and he urged the man to let him go home. Though a late bloomer, the pollen was still there and took Jason by storm which led to the current events.

The brunette man let out a long moan as he shook with his pending orgasm on the rise. "Fuck your mouth is amazing." He sped up his assault on your throat while holding my head tighter as if I was going to go anywhere, to begin with. His dick twitched as he came down my throat with loud moans. His grip on my head loosened as he shut his eyes in pure bliss, allowing himself to feel the bliss of his orgasm that probably felt 10x better because of the sex pollen he was currently on.

When the last spurts of cum finally sprayed all over my mouth he let me go and stumbled to the other side of the room. Shakily lifting myself up, I look at the man as he hunched over our shared apartment bed, making all types of noises. For a second, I thought about the best way to approach him before creaping up behind him.

"Jay? Are you alright?" You spoke with a waivered tone to your voice. It wasnt fear, no, it was worry because Jason sounded like he was truly in pain. And when he turned to face you, cheeks red and dick hard, he looked as if he was in pain. How could he be like that after he just came down your throat? His cock hard as if he didnt cum at all? "Jay? What the hell?!"

I'd be muttering those same words when Jay grabbed mefrom where I was , steps behind him and slammed my body on the bed pretty damn harshly. "I'm sorry- I have to be inside of you, Y/n." He said, pretty damn warn out and in a rather scared tone as if he didnt know what was coming. That did set red flags in my head but the way he was whimpering and treated me made the red mix into green really quick. Slowly moving my hands up his chest in an attempt to be sexy, I nodded at him.

Jason had all the confirmation he needed even though he didn't really need confirmation in the beginning. He just came home and placed me on my knees before ramming into my mouth at the start of the night anyway. However, once he got the confirmation he decided to use me as he pleased, starting with flipping me over on my hands and knees and allowing me to put all my weight down on his face to eat me out. I was lucky that his hands had somehow found their way in an unbreakable grip on my hips or I might have tried to lift myself up from the pleasure I was receiving. It made me think, when was the last time Jason had sat to properly eat me out? To damn long, obviously, as I was shaking and convulsing from the movements he had made with his tongue. He moved and twisted his tongue like my pussy was the last meal he'd ever have, I moaned loudly. My hands rushed to find somewhere that I could hold me as my orgasm snuck up on me and crashed. Jasons assault got worse as my orgasm subsided, his grip getting tighter and his tounge going faster, leaving me extremely overstimulated.

Jason didn't stop until he felt my hands banging on his head, using every attempt to move that I could. By the time he was finished, my mind was starting to feel pretty cloudy again. "Jay- I need a break." I attempted to mutter out but I'm sure it came out as a moan and a whine mixed in with some broken English.

However, even If it didn't come out in broken English and moans, there was no way that Jason was stopping now. In a flash, he flipped me over to lie on my back. I could see him, slowly moving his hands up my body until he got to my pussy which was dripping from his tongue and my arousal. It only got wetter as he started to position his cock to line up with my entrance. He roughly pushed in and started his thrusts at a brutal pace, not giving my pussy any time to adjust to his size. Not that I needed it anyway, my mind went hazy before either of us could finish. All I could hear was Jaon let out curses of " You dumb baby bitch." And "I'm just going to turn you fucking stupid before I completely went (temporarily) brain-useless. I did feel the many orgasms gave me throughout the night before he even finished himself. And even when he did, he wasnt completely out of commisison yet, he took a minute (if that) before moving me in whatever positions he wanted and changing my guts.

In the morning, I awoke to an aching pain in my ass and a weak feeling in my legs. It felt like I was hit by a bus but I wasn't. I was hit by the after-effects of the sex-pollinated man who lay next to me, finally asleep.

IM TRYING TO GET BETTER AT WRITING SMUT- WAIT!

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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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hello! i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is upset and crying (i wanted to originally ask if it could be a panic attack but i wasnt sure if you were comfortable with that) and vash is at a lost of how to help them so he just presses his forehead agaisnt theirs just like he does when he's helping plants and to his surprise it works?

The way I gasped when I read this I love this so much! I used to have panic attacks lol I don’t mind writing mild ones. Also sorry I haven't been posting much ;p; I've been slowly getting ready for my trip, and work has been something! I'll try to crank more out lol

‘I don't have much to say’

Vash x Reader

You're thankful to have some time to yourself, being in a cramped car with so many other people, good be suffocating, not that you didn’t mind the company for the most part…it was just a lot.

So, when Meryl said she was tired of driving and wanted to camp out for the night, you were the first to agree! Once camp had been set up, you can feel that overwhelming feeling. Not wanting to be a bother you mention you’re going for a quick walk, and that you won’t wander far.

Choosing to ignore the concerned look Vash gives you, instead leaving to head out into the dunes. Making sure to keep the camp at least in someone what sight, you managed to find a boulder heading to the other side for some privacy you sit in the sand.

Trying to count your breaths in and out, digging your hands in the sand to ground yourself, doing everything possible to not let your thoughts race. It’s hard to even know what set this off, it’s pathetic. With that thought you know your crying, placing your hands over your mouth to muffle the sobbing.

Not knowing how long you’ve been sitting out, your startled when a gentle hand is placed on your shoulder, breath hitching and looking up in surprise you’ve come face to face with Vash. He is on his knees beside you, a look of such concern in his eyes your mind registers his lips moving, but your ears are ringing so loud, feeling humiliated that he’s found you in such a weak state.

The thought makes you sob more, wrapping your arms around yourself to appear smaller, Vash’s eyes widen as he looks up you, unsure how to help, but wanting too so desperately. Your clearly in pain, and he doesn’t have a clue on what to do to help.

But Vash needs to help, it’s his nature so with a thought he reaches for you with gentle hands, cupping your face with one warm and one cool hand he touches his forehead to yours in such a gentle way you nearly forget how to breathe. His eyes are closed while yours are wide open.

“It’s okay I’m here” Vash says it’s so quietly you nearly miss it, having to steady your breaths, but the feeling of his hands on your face and him being so close is just so comforting that you close your eyes breathing in his scent. You don't know how long the two of you continue to sit there simply existing with each other.

It helps, more than you could ever imagine, pressing closer to Vash as you close your eyes. “Thank you.” You feel as if those words aren't enough, that you’ll never be able to describe the pure gratitude you have towards Vash at this moment. You feel Vash’s rub his thumbs over the top of your cheeks, the motion is smoothing and continues to help ground you.

“You don't need to thank me…whenever you need me, I’ll be there.” your breath hitches at his words, feeling his breath ghost over your lips, opening your eyes just to take a peek at his face, your surprises that his are now open and he’s looking at you with an unreadable expression, his blue eyes so kind.

Your eyes soften looking at him, he pulls back a bit to place a kiss on your forehead before pulling you completely into his arms. You know all your problems aren’t solved, and you have your worries and anxieties, but you let yourself enjoy this moment here with Vash.

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash imgaine #vash imagines #vash x reader #vash the stampede #trigun x reader #trigun stampede imagine #trigun stampede x reader

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zeldasnotes · 1 year

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LILITH NOTES PART. 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

These are my personal observations and not facts!

Check out my MASTERLIST for more posts about Lilith and other asteroids.

•Barack Obama got Lilith conjunct Mercury 0° orb and he is so incredibly funny and videos of his speeches always go viral and leaves people in shock (in a positive way). The way he introduced himself as ”Michelles husband”. I think Lilith conjunct Mercury is a sign of high intelligence and people reacting strongly to what you say.

•People with Lilith in hard aspect to Sun can get into a lot of conflicts in their lifes because they feel a strong need to express their honest feelings. Its a part of who they are and they wont back down.

•Lilith trine/sextile Mars makes someone very strategic.

•People with conjunctions/squares to Lilith might become mean at one point in their life because people always saw them as bad anyways so why not? People are gonna hate anyways you might aswell give them a reason.

•Most Lilith dominants I know are super independent, and from a young age. Like started working early in their life, doing stuff on their own, having their own company etc.

•Lilith dominant women experience a lot of complicated love/hate situations with men because men find them intriguing but at the same time finds it hard to genuinely ”like” the Lilith woman since he feels threathened by her. Which leads to being mean to her while being obsessed with her.

•Biggie Smalls having Lilith in the 8th house and being not only accused of his best friends death but also being killed himself.😔

•Lilith just like Pluto can turn out differently in a chart based on how you use that power and what other aspects you have in your chart. Just like Pluto you NEED to take control where your Lilith is OR you will be controlled. With Lilith in hard aspect to Sun or Ascendant you need to show dominance bc people will want to put you down otherwise. With Moon conjunct Lilith you might need to be a b*tch towards other women or they will victimize YOU. Moon conjunct Lilith is common in peoples chart who gets hated on by other women but its also common in people like Beyonce, she got Moon conjunct Lilith and women worship her because she got that dominant powerwoman persona.

•Lilith Square/Opposite/Conjunct Moon can also show that you subconsciously got a bad view on women but as you grew up it changes when you learn how its actually society pitting us against eachother. Look at how Beyonce used to behave towards other women 20 years ago when she was in Destinys Child and made the song ”n*sty girl”. Well she was young but anyways she wasnt always a powerwoman. (all women are powerwomen in my eyes btw but you get what I mean)

•Rachel McAdams have played sooo many bitchy popular girl roles and in the movie Passion she plays a psychopath. She got Lilith conjunct Midheaven Square Ascendant so it makes sense that she got a raw look that works perfectly for roles like that.

•Angelina Jolie got Lilith in the 8th house Square Sun and I cant help but laugh because she doesnt even care when people call her creepy and scary. Like she be unbothered as hell💀

•Sad Observation: If a guys Lilith is conjunct your Moon he might not show as much interest in you when he is single but be hell bent on sleeping with you when he is in a relationship. He might like the idea of you being his side piece. But in a lot of cases if he is not a disgusting guy like the ones i just describe it can be the opposite, that he is the one who finally sees you for who you really are and loves you and understands the pain you go through like with pluto/moon.

•Ive never met a Lilith dominant person, no matter age that were not super intelligent.

•Also with Moon harshly aspecting Lilith there is a sense of having to fight hard for everything they got. Leading to them always being emotionally ready for a battle and having to suppress their emotions. Just like with Moon/Pluto.

•If you are someone whos usually not intense, not into sex outside of a relationship etc that will change when you meet someone whos planets aspects your Lilith. Especially if its their Venus/Moon. Read more about Lilith in synastry on @corvoideas post HERE

•I was friends with two girls who had Moon conjunct Lilith in Libra. Their moms borrowed their clothes, got involved in their petty teendrama, were obsessive and rude towards their friends. Very weird relationship to their moms. Their moms also had them very young which explains some of the competition.

•If you have Lilith in the 2nd house be careful with people who will try to use you for your money you give off the impression of being financially stable even if you are not. I have friends with this aspect and they all attract men with huge debts. One of them were with a man who had half a million in debt and no job. He wanted my friend to take care of him. People want to take from you and could feel a right to do so.

•When you have Lilith in the 2nd house people view you as someone who got too much. Too much beauty, too much money, too much fame. People are obsessed with what you have so they get close to you to either take it or ruin it for you. Be picky because this is a placement that attracts crazy amounts of envy.

•I know so many men with Lilith in the 10th house who have a reputation for being a douchebag/promiscuous etc. Might also be falsely accused of s*xual assault. I know of a guy with this aspect who is known in our town for sleeping with over 100 guys.

•I know of another guy who got Lilith conjunct his Sun and he got accused of being a ”snitch” and outcasted by the men in his neighbourhood because of this. Lilith dominants really gets to see the worst side of society.

•I know Ive said it before but damn Lilith in the 12th house people are sooo good at hiding their Lilith side. They can come across as so unknowing and ”Eve” like.

•Lilith conjunct/square Sun or Ascendant might be that kid in the neighbourhood that parents dont want their children to play with.

•If you are a s*xworker and you meet a client whos Lilith conjuncts your Venus/Moon be ready to make money 🤑💰

SIDENOTE: Sometimes when I post about how men respond to Lilith dominant women I get comments like ”Not everything is about men,women can exist without male validation you know” . Absolutely! not everything is about male validation thats true but men being uncomfortable in your presence WILL affect your life when you are young w no education because in a lot of places men got the power. If a you are someone who intimidates men it WILL affect you because men like that will make damn sure to put you in your place. Lilith is not only about sexiness and confidence but also about the pain of being a woman. The pain of being considered ”the 2nd gender”. Being punished for being sexual, having a bad reputation because you offended the wrong MAN. Remember that the whole thing with Lilith was that she refused to lay under Adam. So yes Lilith got a lot to do with men. Its also easy for us living in the westworld saying stuff like ”Not everything is about men”. We dont need men like that but how about women in less developed countries? Women who are seen as disgusting for being divorced, women who have to marry someone who r*ped them bc nobody else will marry now that they are not a virgin anymore, divorced women who arent allowed to shake hands with ppl because people think it brings bad luck to touch a divorced woman, women who are in jail for leaving a man. Imagine telling those women to stop thinking that everything is about men.😔

#astro notes #astrology #astro observations #astronotes #lilith aspects #lilith #ascendant #asteroids #lilith square ascendant #lilith conjunct sun

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thomase1 · 26 days

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Two broken make a whole; chater 6

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Yup, back again.

Please be aware, this is the first smut i have ever written (yes its been in my drafts that long) and one can only do so much to save a catastrophe. :,) The foreplay is way too detailed for my taste, but somehow i just couldnt cut it. Lots of kissing omg, this rlly is kinda mid, sorry.

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, fingering, ¿loss of virginity?, probably some corruption, awkwardness, fluff, worried reader, tender Loki, big time jump

Wordcount:~4.300 of pure filth and brainless fluff (oops)

Or in other words: that escalated quickly

Its now been a little over 6 months the gods have been living here. While you enjoy Thor being here and notice Loki settle in as well, one thing becomes clearer with each passing day.

Loki is your kryptonite. You have never felt such a strong attraction to anybody. His constant flirting and teasing do not make it any easier.

Its like hes been pestering you on purpose after that unfortunate mission months ago. Everywhere you went, he just casually appeared or was already there. Hell, even the helipad wasnt safe.

And the cocky demeanour and ambiguous statements really have been takeing down your walls one brick at a time. Its quite embaressing how quickly one god can wreck the walls youve built up for as long as you can remember.

So now youre here, late at nigh, lying in bed after an eventful, tiring, day. But of course, you couldnt sleep.

You didn't mean to, but you thought of Loki. You've never had relations with somebody before, at least not that you remember of, which is problematic at your age and with your stress level.

Maybe thats why your body is reacting so ferociously to Loki. The thought of him is makeing you all tingly, you cant help but sigh in pent up sexual frustration.

You are engrossed in finding relief and relaxation, which doesn't always work for you. Actually never, yeah, you've never managed to climax before. Or maybe you just expected more of a feeling? You are not quite sure. But it defently isnt satisfying your need.

You concentrate on your movements, in your imagination you see Loki in front of you. You've seen him shirtless a few times, which worsened your interest even further. Damn why must he be a hot villain too.

Well, he is an ally now, yes, but he is still Loki Laufeyson.

You keep concentrating, attempting to avoid thining of him, trying to picture hot actors or just anybody but him.

Suddenly your dark room brightens with a green shimmer.

Loki appears and you quickly hide under your covers.

"I know you're awake Y/N," the intruder says. You don't answer and pretend to be asleep.

"I heard your rapid breathing as I passed your door. I know what I'm interrupting." he teases in a singsong voice.

Damn how embarrassing, your breath catches in your throat.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed. Unless you were thinking about me Y/N, of course that would be a rather peculiar situation, huh?" he purrs provocatively, his voice getting even closers.

He can read minds, you know that, but you didn't think he could do it without even seeing the person.

"Oh, so you're not even denying it. Interesting. There's quite a bit I can do that you don't know about, kitten.", he continues.

Goosebumps form all over you, leaving you to shiver under the covers. He's right next to your bed.

"So Y/N, are you in need of assistance?", you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You try to think of nothing which is near impossible when consciously trying. Especially in the middle of getting yourself off.

"I heard your thoughts before, about you finding it hard to get a high. I just want to help you."

"How long were you listenig you little shit?!", you snap, throwing the blanket off your face huffing.

"Long enough to know how desperate you are."

"Cant you just leave and forget about this, please?", you mumble ashamed.

"But where is the fun in that? Come on now, its a win for both of us. Promise I wont tell.", he sits down at the edge of your bed.

Should you just accept? As soon as that thought crosses your mind, you get nervous. Cheeks burning, hands sweaty and heart racing.

"Do you fancy me that much, getting nervous like this?", he asks grinning.

You dont know if you should punch him or fuck him right now. He is so infuriating.

"I dont fancy you! Its just my hormones going crazy ok? Dont flatter yourself!", you hiss. Why must he torture you like this?

"Yea sure it is.", he says sarcastically.

You dont respond.

"Oh come on Y/N, do you really think you can finally reach your high this time? Just take it as a favor."

He sounds so sincere all of a sudden, what the hell? Well, god of mischief and lies, aint he?

"A favor? Dont act like you dont just want an easy girl for a night, but i am anything but easy.", you scoff bitterly. If there is one thing your job taught you, its to be suspicious of everything and everyone.

He sighs, "No, I dont think of you as easy. I admit I havent engaged in sexual activities for quite some time either, but what of it? It would stay between us, we would both profit from it."

He really sounds thruthful and his tone is kind of... tender? And for a moment the though of just accepting the offer crosses your mind again. It sounds simple enough, but you just dont know if you can trust him.

"Listen, I am entirely truthful right now. What would I gain by bragging about having sex with you? I am no school boy seeking validation Y/N. I believe here on Midgard you say, 'A gentleman doesnt tell.'."

"Will you please stay out of my thoughts?!"

"I can do that.", he smirks.

It actually makes sense though, he isnt friends with the others, why would he tell them? "Ok Loki, just promise me again, this stays between the two of us.", you awkwardly reach out your hand to him, attempting to seal the deal by a handshake.

He, however, grabs your hand and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles, "I promise. I know the past has not been kind to you either, I wish no harm to you.".

This gesture throws you off completely, you are not used to such tender affection. Your worry about trusting him eases a bit, a smile crosses your lips.

But now when you think about it, what if only he gets a profit out of it? When you cant get it yourself, what makes him so sure he will? You already expect a response from the god, but it seems he is keeping his word.

"On another note, what makes you so sure you can even help me with my *you gulp* struggle?", you ask with shaky voice.

He gives a deep chuckle, "Because I've gained some experiece in over a thousand years of living. So, shall we start?".

"Uhh, yea I guess.", as those words leave your lips, he gently sinks his lips onto yours.

You are surprised for a second, but return the kiss after a few moments. Its been some time since you kissed or made out, but you get into it pretty quickly. He leans forwart to you, one hand on your cheek. The kiss is deep with passion, his tongue asking permission to explore. You grant him entrance and he begins his route of discovery.

You grab the back of his neck, pulling him down so he is closer to you. He nibbles at your bottom lip and you cant keep a gasp from escaping you. Your tongues start to dance with each other, fighting for dominance. As you break apart for air her stops for a moment.

You hear him takeing off his shoes and crawl into your bed, now hovering over you. You cant help but giggle, seeing his determined expression lit by only the little light to your right.

You expect a cocky comment but instead your lips meet again. The kiss now just as determined as Lokis expression. It sends a warm feeling through your stomach, down to your core.

You lay your hands on his shoulders, traveling down his firm muscular arms. His hands start to wander too, from your back, over your ribs down to your waist where they stay with a firm grip.

You suck at his bottom lip and he takes a surprised breath. You smile into the kiss which leads him to lay his hands on your bare bottom and give it a hard squeeze. You let out a small yelp of surprise. He gives you a low chuckle and trails his lips off yours, down your cheek to your ear.

His hand moving up to steady himself again, the other one stroking a strand of hair from the path of his lips, he kisses behind your ear and starts nibbling at your earlobe, feeling his warm breath. You are overwhelmed with these new sensations.

Your hands travel to his chest, down his sturdy stomach, sixpack apparent to the touch. Then you wander further to the hem of his shirt, under it and up his torso again. His skin is soft. As he is assaulting your neck, he stops, "Like what youre feeling?", voice full with pride.

"Not bad, I must admit.", you giggle to which he only smirks and takes off his shirt.

Instantly your eyes wander down his bare chest and stomach. Wow. Pure eyecandy. He goes back to kissing your ear, but now the other one. The way he lets you feel him up so extensively while only gently kissing you, it feels like he wants to show you he is no threat to you. Maybe you are just imagining that, but it does make you more comfortable with the god.

As he does just that, you feel around his sides to his broad back and shoulders. And for the first time, a man above you with strong muscles does not make you panic. No, its hot. It feels strangely safe. He starts to trail down your neck, pulling down your shirt collar to reach your collarbone. You let out a tiny moan, you didnt know you were so sensitive in that spot.

You can feel your middle getting, shamefully, damp.

Lokis hand reaches the bottom of your shirt, starting to pull it up a bit. You grab his hands, stopping his movement. "What is it?", he asks hoarsly.

You swallow, "I- I was just getting a bit nervous, sorry.", you say shy.

You have quite a lot of insecurities lurking under the fabric of your shirt, accompanied by many scars, ugly reminders of past battles. While you feel more comfortable with him not harming you, letting him see all of you is still terrifying.

"Dont apologize, I'm glad you told me about it but I am without my shirt too, its only fair!", he grins.

"But then I'm completely naked!", you protest. Honestly, you are just afraid he is going to say sometehing hurtful.

"I do apologize for breaking my word but I was curious. Come on dear, I am sure you look beautiful. You can trust me.", he says so sweet, you think honey may start to drip from his lips. You blush at the sweet remark.

"Ok, just dont tell me if I prove you wrong.", you say, removing your hands from his.

"Oh nonsense my dear, even I wouldnt stoop so low. Especially when it isnt true, you are stunning.", Loki says waiting for you to trust him it seems.

You smile softly at his words, cupping his face and kissing him, leaving him gasping for air. He deepens the kiss again as you feel him slowly pulling your shirt back up.

Bare before him, you can feel his eyes before you even see them and your heart begins to race. You feel so exposed and vulnerable under his gaze, starting to move your arm to cover yourself. "Gorgeous. Ravishing, as I told you darling.", he coos.

He starts feeling up your stomach, to your ribs, settling on your breasts. Your stomach explodes with butterflies as relief washes over you.

As you start feeling around his wall of torso again he starts kissing your collar bones and boobs. You play with his hair, you always wanted to, it just looks so nice and it is as soft as it looks, smelling like lilac and mint.

You start to fondle with his scalp and can feel his shoulders relaxing. He definitely likes that. He showers your whole body with kisses and is slowly moving south, his long hair tickling you down his path. You keep massaging his head as you grip his shoulder with your free hand.

To say it pretty clearly, you are horny as fuck right now.

He is trailing down your hip, slowly moving your covers away as he is kissing down your thigh, takeing his sweet time which is, quite frankly, driving you insane. In the best way possible. As he kisses more and more to the middle of your thighs, you cant help but grip his hair firmly and letting out a small moan.

You feel your sex getting hot and twitchy. His hands are moving towars your middle and you feel a finger sliding over your lips. "So wet for me kitten, you want me to make you feel good now?", he purrs from between your thighs.

You feel his breath fanning agains your skin giving you goosebumps all over. "Yes, oh god yes.", you plead, urgency obvious.

"Say please.", he taunts, finger still stracing up and down.

"Please Loki. Please.", you plead with even more urgency.

And then finally he does; tongue caressing your most sensitive spot, hands pushing your legs apart. Your grasping at his hair harder again as you cant hold back a moan. It feels incredible. You claw into the sheets but keep your other hand in his hair, frankly, you have no control over it right now.

You let out a breath of surprise as he sinks a finger into you and starts moving it, makeing you whine in pleasure. He reaches a spot which feels so good, its unlike anything you felt before. And you think he knows that you feel good, keeping his movement exactly on that sweet spot of yours. Its sending waves of pleasure up my stomach. You move your hips feeling so good, arching your back off the bed as he takes a second finger.

"You taste exquisite.", he purrs as he gets some air into him.

Just as you think of an answer to that, he starts again. He sucks at your bundle of nerves, pushing you to arch your back again. Your whole body feels hot with lust.

You just wish you could touch him too right now, this feels a bit selfish letting him pamper you like this while he gets next to nothing. Arent you surpossed to give him something in return? And then he stops all of a sudden which you comment with a sad face. "Stop overthinking dear, just enjoy it. I will take care of you first, I'll have my fun soon enough.", he assures you, obviously having listened to your thoughts again.

He shifts and kisses you gently. You can taste yourself which somehow turns you on even more. He starts moving his fingers, thumb now rubbing your clit. The kiss gets heated as you lay your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He moves his fingers faster and faster as you claw at his back out of pure arousal.

He sits up, moves his lips from yours and uses his second hand to stroke your clit now. You let out a moan, you think you are nearing a climax.

He moves faster and faster as you cant hold back little croaked mewls. He watches your face like his life depends on it, feeling Lokis clothed cock press into your thigh which turns you on even more.

You swear you are so near an orgasm, you no longer hold control over your body, hips pressing into your helpers hands looking for further friction. Your crys of arousal growing more and more, Loki starts cooing sweet encouragements at you.

"Thats it dear. Dont hold back."

"Come on kitten, come undone for me."

"Dont resist it. Let it all out darling."

Those sinful words spoken so sweetly tumble you over the edge. "Oh g-od, Loki, I think I'm gonna com-e", you say with a sharp cry.

"Thats it Darling, come for me. Give into it.", he supports.

Just like that you reach your high. You claw at the sheets, head jolting back as your body arches into his hand. "There it is. Beautiful.", you hear Loki from a distance.

You feel your whole body shiver. While still in the process of climaxing, Loki keeps moving his fingers inside of you. Your hips are moving on their own, rubbing against his hand. You feel your body quake as you hold onto him and he pulls you closer into a sloppy kiss.

Just as you relax and lean back, body done twitching, he pulls his fingers out of you. You lay down catching your breath and he lays down next to you. He snakes his arm under your back, pulling you into his chest. His hand hovers over you back, softly raking against it.

"Held my word, didnt I?", he whispers into your ear sending shivers down your spine again.

"You certenly did.", you mumble into his chest on which you are drawing circles with your fingertips.

He lays a hand on your cheek and lets it stay there. You close your eyes and enjoying a kind of relaxation and peace youve never felt before.

"Would you like us to go further today?", he asks while stroking your head.

"You know what, yes, I trust you.", you say turning to him with a smile.

He shifts so he can meet your lips. Its not a passionate kiss, it feels more... loving? No, that can't be it. You cant describe it but it makes your heart flutter for a moment.

"I just remembered, I dont have a condom and I dont have one in my room either.", he says, surpising you of beeing so responsible in his excitement.

Said excitement beeing very noticable, urgendly pressing into your side. The question of how he even knows about eartly forms of contraception is a question for another time, you think to yourself.

"Oh, its alright, I'm on the pill.", you say, which surprises him apparently.

"Why are you on the pill when you dont have a partner?", he asks suspicious.

"Ive gotten it because of my acne and symptoms of my period.", you explain kind of hurt he is so suspicious of you.

"Very well then.", he says and gets up.

You sit up too, blanket clutched over your chest. "You think its gonna hurt?", you ask the question every girl has.

"What do you mean? I wont hurt you dear.", he says dubfounded.

"Oh, so you didnt hear that part. Well-", you stop, so embarassed you wish to vanish from earth.

"Are you trying to tell me you actually never slept with someone?", he asks soft but also curious.

"It just never- got to that. At least not to my knowledge, if you remeber the mystery about my name.", you mumble bashful.

"Right, sorry darling, that is fine.", he says softly, "I dont think it will hurt, at least not badly since you already had the pleasure.".

You smile dumbly, your mind racing back to other, filthier, thoughts. Hot breath makeing your mind foggy as tongues collide once again. He pulls you closer, so close you feel his cock nudge up at your stomach. You wander down to his waistband, wanting to feel him.

He smirks and snaps his fingers, suddenly naked in front of your very eyes. Well, you cant exactly see but defently feel his excitement. Your hands basically wander on their own, touching his hips and sliding to his sex, leaving him gasping as you stroke him once.

He lays his head on your shoulder and lets his fingers meet you most sensitive spot again, giving him a appreciative moan. You keep your fingers around his throbbing cock, pleasing him as you like. He lets out a tiny moan which makes you quite proud of yourself.

You sink your head back into your shoulders, enjoying his skilled touch. You quicken your movement, makeing him stop for a second to catch himself, it appears like. That may be because you are not stopping with the teasing. You enjoy seeing him off his high horse. His tense face is a nice sight as well. "Y/N- should we takes this further now?", he groans.

"What do you think we are working towards?", you taunt with a giggle.

He looks into your eyes a little more seriously, "I am asking your consent, kitten-".

You only mouth an "oh". You stop your motions, makeing him relax against you slightly.

"Am I right to take that as a yes?"

You nod, biting your lip.

"Oh my sweet, you dont even know how crazy you drive me. I will make you write in extacy.", he whispers against your shoulder, pressing himself against you. You barely hold back an audible gasp, instead sinking your hands down his back, "And you dont even know what kinds of sensations you bring me.".

"Oh I think I do." He slides down your sloulder, feeling him spreading sloppy kisses all over your cleavage, you grip his hair thightly as he moves his hips to meet yours. You feel him throbbing against your wetness.

"Ready darling?", he asks attentively, lightly pressing against you.

"I think so.", you say anxiously.

He leans forwart and gives you a chaste kiss, swallowing your lips as he sinks into you slowly. The kiss breaks from the vulgar sounds now echoing off the walls. You grimace a bit because it does feel a bit weird, but after a few seconds you get used to the feeling. He stays still for you to adjust, his jaw flexing in concentration.

That jaw... Oh lord that jaw.

"It doesnt hurt. I dont know if thats good or bad.", you whisper against his lips.

The question you had for years starts to resurface. Scenes that picture your own personal horror movie start to plague your imagination.

"Dont overthink it too much sweetheart, just enjoy the moment.", he soothes.

You exhale, calming your mind down from the scary szenarios almost takeing over. You are here, you are safe, nothing you dont want will happen.

"Are you alright?", he watches you and cups your cheek. He looks concerned. You lean into his touch, finding comfort in his caring demeanour.

"I think I am.", you whisper, looking at him, his eyes.

"Is it ok if we continue then? Excuse my blunt choice of words but it is rather difficult to withhold me fucking you into this matress right now.", he says calm, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Insatiable bastard. You shut him up with a kiss, figuring that counts as an answer. He smirks and starts lightly thrusting his hips. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Gradually, his speed increases and now, every time he reaches that one spot deep within you, you get pushed up the mattrass a bit more. By now you are pressed against the headboard. "Where do you think your going?", he asks, gripping your hips and yanking you down to him again with one firm pull, "I'm not done with you yet.".

You whine as he pounds into you ruthlessly, bis tip barely off that spot before he crashes into it again. Your toes curl and your fingers grip a fist full of his hair as he cups the back of your head, pressing you into his chest.

The room is filled with the sounds of sex.

You feel yourself nearing a climax, heatwaves coursing through your body. "I- think I'm... cl- close-", you croak hoarsly.

"Me too darling.", he growls.

You pull him down by grabbing his neck, wanting more of him. You press yourself into him as much as you can, earning a low groan as reward.

"Come for me Y/N! Say my name as you come for me!", he commands, thumb harshky stroking your clit.

You scratch at his back...nearing... nearing... "I'm gonna co-", you whimper.

Your back arches and your body errupts into a shudder as every muscle of your body goes rigid. Only croaked crys of pleasure are able to leave your throat.

"S-ay my name Y/N, gods let me h-ear yo-u-", he groans, about to climax too.

"Lok-i, oh g-od, fuck.", you let out with a cry as him still trusting into you prolongues your high. With a low, beast like, growl he thrust into you hard one last time, feeling him spill into you.

He pulls out and falls next to you. The thick smell of sweat in the air is somehow really comforting to you. You nestle against his chest and he sneaks an arm around you. You come down from what you just did together, his quickened heartbeat just under your ear.

About to fall asleep on him, he suddenly moves and sits up. "What are you doing?", you ask, kind of sad the cuddles ended so soon.

"I saw you were falling asleep so I figured I'd leave now and let you rest.", he explains softly.

You hate to admit it, but something inside you doesnt want to be alone right now.

"Could you maybe stay? If not an inconvenience of course.", you ask shy.

"Of course dear.", he says with an understanding nod, smiling warmly. Loki slips back into bed, taking you into his arms once more. You pull the covers over you two and soon drift off to sleep.

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bring-forth-your-justice · 1 year

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Can i request an ADA x teen!reader ( platonic ofc ) where reader lives in a very toxic house w an abusive father but all the ADA member start to worrying abt them and think something is wrong bc they always come back with injuries and they finally decide to do something after that reader just broke down and they comfort them

:( i need some comfort so yea if its ok ofc u can skip it have a nice day ♡♡♡

Sorry this took some time anon, thank you for requesting, I wouldn't dare skip it. I hope you’re doing alright, you're never alone know that. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for ya.

TW// mentions of abuse, blood, child neglect

Word count: 2k

Just angst and sad weather. Hope its good for my first BSD fic.

A soft breeze filled with springs essence flowed gently into the quaint office placed atop the red bricked building. It wasn’t much to look at, not really, other than its red exterior taking the eyes attention for a split second, there wasn’t much else to it.

Unless one was aware of its top floored residence. Quite the loud bunch many would complain. Always someone shouting and screaming about tardiness, unsettling comments about severing limbs, and often other occupants would notice a trail of emptied snack bags leading to the office. Simply a place to stay away from.

Now that was what you called home.

The hums of the crowded streets played out in a symphony in front of you, just another side walk to cross and you were home. Home .. If the word stayed on your tongue for too long it might lose it meaning, or worse, become sour in taste.

That top floor, was home. It had only been maybe 8 months since you began working there as an assistant. The Armed Detective Agency, the name really says all there was to it. The work wasnt too difficult, after all, you were a hardworker and you’ve been working your whole life one way or another. The president had made some adjustiments to your workload considering you were still a high school student. Of course you adamantly expressed your capabilities, but underneath it all, you were relieved.

The breeze grazed your face and ruffled your hair, adding more knots into it after you had done so much to ensure it looked perfect, like nothing had happened. You sighed with a hint of ire plaguing not just your voice but your eyes. Perhaps holding your tongue could have granted you another hour or two of sleep. Alas, thinking of such what if’s was something you slowly learned to block out. It was pointless to fantisize of what could be anyhow.

You continued to fix your hair as you walked up the stairs, soon reaching the gates to your heaven with the oh so familiar sign positioned at the door. You hesitated briefly even as the sign urged you to come in just as the Earth welcomed rain. Thoughts began to overwhelm you. Mornings were never easy. You weren’t a sunflower waiting to greet the sun as the sun showers you with blessings and you return its gift with a smile. It was always terrifying. He was terrifying.

No matter what you did, no matter how hard you tried, you would never be enough to satisfy his will. At times, that thought alone shot bolts of desperation throughout your body, like an injured animal finding some way to stop the bleeding. What were you so desperate for? Home. It’s right in front of you, so why can’t you accept it now?

‘I didn’t get enough time to cover some of the bruises, what if they-’

“Ah you made it L/N-chan!”

You shot up slightly at the new sound that entered your bubble. Your gaze turned towards the young boy’s voice, noticing his ragged hair. ‘Always quite slanted, not a single strand the same,’ you mused. “Atsushi you startled me aha..” Although the chuckle may have been a bit strained, you were happy to know your voice wasn’t void of that hint of delight to see him.

“A-ah! Sorry! I guess I’ve been sneaking up on a lot of people lately. The other day it was Lucy, I made her drop her dish in the cafe- I really did apologize but she was very close to throwing me from a bridge aha-” Atsushi had a tendency of causing trouble from simple, and often innocent, actions. It was always amusing to hear about from him, they’ve never failed to crack you out of your reclusive state.

Atsushi’s eyes wandered briefly to a mismatched coloured blotch on your arm, one you tried to conceal under your sleeves. When you took notice of his gaze, you quickly shifted that arm out of view; watching his shy and gentle eyes become disturbed with remorse. That unconcealable wrapping on your leg wasn’t any better to look at you figured, and you were sorry he had to see it. It was only for a moment though. He seemed more at ease once you smiled back at him.

“If she did push you, I’d call Kyoka-chan.” You continued back at where the conversation left off at. At that Atsushi shaked his hands, trying to prevent the fictional scenario. “N-No! Kyoka might end up doing more than dragging me out of the water-” You both laughed at the scenario at the underlying understanding of Kyoka’s protectivness of Atsushi’s well being.

As you both walked into the office together, a scent of candies and coffee lingered in the air and the bustling office welcomed your arrival. Your eyes lingered on Atsushi as he made his way over to his desk to get started on what you could only assume to be another stack of Dazai’s unfinished paperwork. ‘I should go and get him some coffee, he might need it to finish all that.’ Looking at that stack was alone to make you wince and move towards your own desk.

You usually make your rounds to greet everyone, but today was a difficult day and you were more tired than usual. So you figured finishing your work early would be the best way to go about things. As you began, the usual shenanigans continued to buzz around the agency. Naomi chasing Tanizaki begging him to bother himself with her rather than his work, the murmurs of the president and his secretary disgusing financial documents in his office, Ranpo-san’s loud crunches as he muched on what could’ve been his 15th chip bag of the day, and to top it off, Kunikida’s excessive yelling. You may be a hardworker but in this case, you couldn’t hold a handle to Kunikida’s work ethic. He kept everyone on task, or so he tried.

While he was on his daily rant about Dazai’s tardiness to anyone who would listen, you felt a dreadful turmoil brewing in your head.

That buzzing in your head was a little more than unsettling. And just as your hand went to go reach your head, there it was again, that word.

“Home.”

Why was it coming to the forefront of your mind? Why couldn’t that thought be subdued? Why were you so unlucky that the only word that haunted you was the one you cherished just as much?

He. Your father. Just a shadow of what he could’ve- no, should’ve been. A shadow who gained sentience and refuses to let you breathe.

Your ‘home’ was hell personified. Every move you took would inevitably burn your feet. So you took no steps at all. Yet even then the fire raged on and clung to you.

And right now, that fire was engulfing your head.

You could faintly see Dr.Yosano in the distance, making her way to you. You couldn’t quite make out her expression when you dropped to floor and the fire took your eyesight.

~~~~~~~~~

Sometimes sleep was the only solace you could get, so you tried to cherish it whenever you could. This time, there was something different about the black void of unconsciousness. A dull pain.

It lingered and poked you in the void. Slowly voices became more clear, and feeling returned to your hands. Still, those wonderful eyes of yours refused to leave the dark.

A part of you couldn’t deny that you liked it that way, but that poking sensation wouldn’t let you dream.

You never had time for it.

So your eyes opened, breaking through the fire, and into the blinding lights of the ceiling panels.

~~~~~~~~

“You’re awake-!” There a pair of wide yellowish-purple eyes looked back at you, secured with a load of concern.

It was Atsushi, worried about you as always. You wished he’d worry about himself more.

It didn’t quite hit you that you were on Dr. Yosano’s lap or the fact there were tears in your eyes, slowly streaming down your eyes. Not until Kyouka, who sat next to Atsushi wiped them gently.

What happened to you?

Your body must’ve been more aware than your mind as it expressed it’s emotions more freely than how your mouth could vocalize them. Slowly you sat up and noticed exactly what had caused you to lose consciousness.

“What happened… y/n?”

Blood loss.

Dr. Yosano looked at the open wounds on your legs, carefully unwrapping the loosely tied bandages around them. She was inspecting the wound just as she was inspecting your face.

They all were looking at you. Kunikida with a glass of water held firmly in his hand. Kyouka who stayed quietly by Atsushi, looking at your wounds. Yosano who looked slightly unnerved at the blood yet continued to press on; cleaning the wound. Atsushi who looked at you as though he knew and didn’t at the same time. But he wanted to know, oh how he wanted you to tell him.

And suddenly, it was hard.

You were young. You couldn’t hold it back anymore.

The tears poured out and so did the words you held in for so long. You tried to hold it all in, but everyone has their limits. Atsushi held you closely as you cried into his arms. Kyouka followed and joined the hug.

She understood.

You may be older than her but she knew your pain just as well.

Yosano worked on your legs with utmost care and gentleness. She knew better than to ask to heal using her unorthodox methods. She’d rather not do that, even if it took away all the physical pain, it wouldn’t do anything for your mental anguish. So she helped in the ways she could.

Kunikida offered you that glass of water as you talked and cried. He stepped back for a moment, eyes still intently on you as you spoke with your shaky voice and teary eyes. Until he caught the sight of someone hidden in the corner of the agency.

Dazai.

His expression was unreadable as always yet there was a sense of conflict stiring in those lax eyes of his that Kunikida rarely saw. Just as Kunikida noticed him standing there in obscurity, he left through the agency’s doors. Kunikida knew to follow him in case Dazai had finally built a sense of justice and planned to do something rash.

~~~~~~~~

When the tears stopped, you sat there with your ragged yet quiet, breathing. Atsushi never once left your side. Kyouka still sat by you, unmoving. Kenji had returned a little while ago and brought you over some tissues and began reciting stories of his farm life adventures.

Ranpo finally appeared again. His whereabouts were always where his interests lied…. Or where the snacks were. Thus, it wouldn’t surprise you if he had been there the whole time, just hidden away.

With a lollipop still in his mouth, he looked down at you. You couldn’t read his eyes, you barely ever saw them when you think about it. Kenji, continued to talk while your attention shifted to Ranpo. He brought his arm forward, in his hand, a single lollipop. He motioned you to take it.

When it was in your hands, he was already gone back to whatever he was doing, yet you stared at it as though it were gold.

Home…. A place that’s warm.. A place you feel loved..

You were home. You were safe.

And so you smiled, it would be okay.

~~~~~~~~

Weeks had passed since then, your father was arrested on accounts of child abuse and neglect and you were free from his torment. That moment when Kunikida had left that day, he must’ve gone to seek out your father you supposed. Regardless, you were thankful to not just him, but the entire agency.

You were free, and you would be okay.

That ‘home’ meant nothing to you, so with Fukuzawa-san’s permission, you were allowed to move into the agency dorms. Again, nothing you could do would expression your gratefulness towards him.

Although old habits and traumas never die, you were healing. You had people who loved you and cared for you. People who would laugh with you as Kunikida and Dazai fought. People who would eat with you when you couldn’t sleep. And people who watched over you, even if silently.

You weren't alone, and most importantly, you were happy.

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #atsushi nakajima x reader #osamu dazai x reader #kyouka izumi #yosano akiko #armed detective agency #angst #bsd fanfic #osamu dazai #kunikida doppo #ranpo

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ohtobeleah · 2 years

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Chaos // Bradley Bradshaw

Chapter Two: Basic Emotional Manoeuvring

Summary: Tensions begin to rise between you and Rooster, you and Hangman, and Hangman and Rooster. With a secret close to your chest, you do your best to navigate the drills Maverick has the TopGun class run.

Warnings: Rooster x Reader. Angst. Ex lover ex girlfriend/boyfriend lusting. Incredibly high tensions.

Word Count: 6.2k

Author Note: We absolutely smashed this chapter out. Please trust me! There’s a lot going on in terms of plot BUT it all comes together I promise. Chapter Two is a complete set up for everything to come. You think this angsty? Oof get ready. xx Leah

Pete Michelle spent the night he’d been kicked out of the Hard Deck Bar reading though every single one of his Lieutenant‘s files. Going through them with a fine tooth comb to find strengths, weaknesses—anything he could use to his advantage. Something that caught his attention was something you hadn’t bothered to disclose to anyone, a file detailing the events that happened just prior to your arrival in Miramar. Pete thought your history with Bradley was going to be his biggest problem? But this? This took the cake.

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Sleep was not something that came easy to you. More often than not by the time your alarm was blasting you awake at the ass crack of dawn, you honestly felt that you had just fallen asleep. Pulling your flight suit up over your shoulders, you slammed your locker door. Jumping slightly as Bob stood right behind where your locker door had once been open.

“You know it's funny, in all the time we flew together you never mentioned that the on again off again jerk who broke your heart was Bradley Bradshaw.” Bob moved his glasses up the bridge of his nose a little as you groaned, letting your forehead rest against the metal of your now closed locker door.

“You didn't know Rooster until yesterday, Bob– it wouldn't have mattered if you knew his name or not.”

“Does he know though?” Bob stepped a little closer, his voice lowered by a few notches as he looked around the almost empty locker room. “About–”

“No, he doesn't.” You spoke through gritted teeth. It wasnt that you were mad at Bob, but it was too early for this shit and you were overly tired after having not slept a wink. The caffeine you have pumped into your system hadnt exactly kicked in yet, and, you were positive there was still gunk in your eyes. “And he doesn't need to know.”

“Chaos.” Bob's voice was soft, he cared too much about the people around him. You knew that much as his hand fell to your shoulder. “Losing a wingman is never easy on anyone.” You shuddered at the memory, the thought. It was only days after that you had received orders to return to TopGun. You had never in your wildest dreams thought you would lose a wingman. Perhaps that was the ego of your expertise talking. Or maybe you just thought that happened to other people. It could never happen to you. But it did and it hit harder than a semi truck.

“I want you on the road to the North Island within the hour.” You still had blood soaked into your cream coloured uniform from when Bob had dragged you from the hospital, that's how quickly things change. In the blink of an eye.

“North Island, sir?” You murmured, barely listening to begin with, god you thought for sure you commanding officer at the time was about to chew you out. You'd messed up. Big time, even if the final inquiry would clear you of any wrongdoing. You held that loss close to the heart.

“Call came in with impeccable timing, right as I was driving to ground your ass, It galls me to say it, but for reasons only to the almighty and your guardian angel–you've been called back to TopGun.”

“Especially when it's your own fault right?” Bob saw the tears welling in your eyes as you shrugged his hand from your shoulder, going back to doing up your flight suit. One button after the other before zipping it shut. You groaned softly pointing at his chest. “Tell anyone about this and I swear you’ll find ground up ginger in every orifice you have, Floyd.”

“Chaos–” Bob watched as you left the locker room, leaving him standing in the now completely empty locker room. Chewing his bottom lip. Thinking to himself that this was not going to be pleasant.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“Attention on deck!” Chairs scraped against the smooth concrete flooring of the aircraft hangar turned makeshift classroom. You hung out at the back of the class, not wanting to draw anymore attention to yourself after yesterday's foiled reconaconce mission at the hard Deck.

“Morning, welcome to your special training detachment, be seated.” Sitting back in your chair you sighed, cracking your knuckles absentmindedly.

“I’m Admiral Bates, NAWDC commander, you’re all top gun graduates—the elite.” It was as if Admiral Bates was trying to tell you what you already knew.

“The best of the best.” Yep. He definitely was.

“That was yesterday, the enemy’s new fifth generation fighters have levelled the playing field. Details are few but you can be sure we no longer have the technological advantage, success now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box.” Listening, you eyed down the backs of your colleagues heads, memorising features like the scar Coyote had just behind his left ear and the way Phoenix did her hair.

“Half of you will make the cut, one of you will be named mission leader and the other half will remain in reserve.” You told yourself you wouldn’t mind staying in reserve, hell—if it meant you got to go home safe and live to see another day that was good enough for you. You had a reputation much like Hangman’s, reckless, cocky, exceptional in the cockpit. Only difference between you and him that you could tell so far was that you were a team player regardless if you didn’t play well with others. You always had your teammates' backs.

“Your instructor is a TopGun graduate with real world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary and he is considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced.” You heard heavy footsteps approaching before you saw Pete Maverick Mitchell walk past you down the aisle. You watched as Rooster turned to see who was coming and the way his face contorted into something of disgust, anger and betrayal made your heart sink into your stomach. It wasn’t long after Maverick had passed by him that his eyes were landing on you. Total and utter shock oozing from his pores.

“What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life and death.” You turned your attention back to Admiral Bates before Rooster had a chance to kill your with his laser locked gaze, you felt his stare burning into the side of your cheek as you tried your best to ignore him. For some reason or another, he made you feel like you’d kicked a puppy out in the rain.

“I give you Captain Pete Mitchell—Call sign, Maverick.”

“Goodmorning.” Mav smirked towards where Hangman sat right up front. You could only sink a little more into your chair as you hid a wild shit eating grin. It must have stung to know his actions of throwing his instructor out of the Hard Deck Bar would cost him. “The F-18 NATOPS.” Holding the book you knew inside and out up in the air for the class to see. “It contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft.” Maverick explained. “I'm assuming you know the book inside and out?” He questioned. Maverick wasn't expecting a response, but nevertheless– he got one anyway. From both Hangman and Coyte.

“Damn right–”

“You got it.” You rolled your eyes as you watched Mav dump the NATOPs book into the nearest bin.

“So does your enemy.” he smirked as the dumbfounded class looked his way.

“And we’re off” You mumbled to yourself as you sat up a little straighter.

“But what the enemy doest know is your limits, I intend to find them, test them, push beyond.” Mavericks eyes locked onto yours. He smirked a little brighter when you ducked your head. You knew where this was going and you didn't want it to. Rooster followed Mavericks gaze, landing on you. You saw nothing but betrayal in his eyes. You could only begin to imagine what you thought Rooster was thinking right now. You fucking knew he was here, there was no way in hell you didnt. “Today we’ll start with what you think you know.” Mav nodded as he stood a little straighter. “You show me what you’re made of.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Kazansky!” Rooster shouted as he marched towards you. Both geared up and ready to go. Stopping in your tracks you turned slowly.

“Bradley I didn’t tell you because you would have high tailed it right out of Fightertown if you knew!” You already knew what he was going to ask. Why you did it. Why you didn’t tell him about Maverick?

“You’re crazy!” Rooster hissed. “Selfish, borderline abusive is what you are, you should have told me!” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “I deserve to be able to make my own god damn decisions and you had no right to make this one for me!” His helmet dropped from where he held it against his hip to the ground below. Your eyes followed it as you scooped it up, shoving it back into his chest.”

“One, don’t drop your helmet, it could be the only thing that saves your goddamn life one day.” You reminded him. “And two, I didn’t make any decisions for you Bradshaw, you can still leave!” You were quick to remind him. Matching his anger and his tone. “So don’t come at me with the insults when no one, including me, is holding you hostage with a gun to your head saying stay—but if you throw this opportunity out the window because you can’t get over the fact Pete was doing what your own mother asked him to do then that’s on you!” Rooster stood silent as he watched your chest rise and fall and the anger you let loose crashed over him like a title wave. “Borderline abusive—what the fuck was that shit?

“You’re insane—“ He scoffed. Running a hand through his hair in annoyance. Wanting to be angry with you so bad but he just couldn’t logically because he knew you were right. He would have left if you’d told him.

“What? So now I’m insane because I don't want to love you? Don’t want to care about you enough to know you would have bolted? Is that the point you’re trying to make here?”

“What!? No!” Rooster pulled at his hair. “Wrong!—you're insane because you do love me, that’s the point! And it drives me crazy because you do shit like this, like omitting the fact you knew who would be training us for this mission thinking you’re doing me a goddamn favour!”

“But I don’t want to love you! God I just wanna be able to fucking hate you because you’re just some boy who made me laugh when I’d be around at uncle Pete’s house and you’d be there too because you were always there!”

“Some boy huh?” Rooster repeated the only part that made his heart melt. He remembered his childhood fondly. The days you’d spend together in your treehouse. Playing tag in the front yard of his mothers house before you’d invite him over for a tea party. He always used the blue cup—because of course blue was a boy's colour.

“Yeah—just some dumb boy!” You caught the smirk on Rooster's face as he stepped closer. “What!?”

“Couldn’t think of anything better to call me then dumb?” You were completely speechless. Rooster's arm snaked around the small of your waist, drawing you close as he whispered in your ear. His breath was incredibly hot against the junction of our neck. “See, I really don’t think you mean that?” He smirked. “Because as much as I wanna absolutely obliterate you for not telling me dear old uncle Pete was gonna be here, I’d much rather just let bygones be bygones so we can what was it you said? Right, go our separate ways.” You felt Bradley’s lips ghost your earlobe. “Unless you don’t wanna do that anymore?” Snapping out of the trance like state Bradley had you in, you shoved at his chest—watching as he stumbled back slightly before you slapped his cheek. The string radiating across his face as a red mark appeared soon after.

“Shit! You slapped me! What because I kissed your fucking earlobe!?” Rooster groaned as you stepped towards him. Hangman watched from a distance, curiosity would most certainly kill the cat. To the point where he even made himself a mental note to pull your file out. Have a read—finding some very interesting details.

“Stop treating me like I’m some girl who’s obsessed with you—“ Gritting your teeth so hard you thought for a moment they’d break. “Give me one good reason to fight for you Bradshaw and I will, but until that moment we are nothing but two people who share a common goal.”

“Which is—?”

“Not killing each other.”

“Chaos, a word please.” Maverick approached the pair of you as you placed your helmet over your head, turning your gaze to where he stood.

“Yes sir—“ leaving Rooster standing by himself as he watched you walk away. This wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought it would be.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Goodmorning, aviators, this is your captain speaking.” Maverick spoke calmingly through the comms stat. Just a hint of cockyness to his voice. “Welcome to basic fighter manoeuvres.” You laid as low as you could below radar as to not show up on anyone's systems. As instructed by Maverick just before take off. “As briefed, today's exercise is dogfighting. Guns only, no missiles. We do not go below the hard deck of five thousand feet. Working as a team, you had to shoot me down, and my wingman.” It was an honour and a privilege in and of itself to be Mavericks wingman for the day. Even if it was just for basic fighter manoeuvres. “Or else.”

“Or else what, Sir?” Payback chimed in as you smirked to yourself.

“Or else Chaos shoots back–” You couldn’t see him, but you could only imagine just how hard Rooster rolled his eyes. He wasn’t joking when he’d foiled your reconnaissance at the Hard Deck. If you were here he and the boys may as well have packed up shop from the beginning. Because besides Maverick himself? in Roosters opinion—when it came to Dogfighting? You never had a thought behind your eyes. You never thought you just did and that to him was reckless endangerment. To the Navy? That’s what earned you your call sign.

Bradley Bradshaw has graduated from the Naval Academy with honours in ballistics combat. You’d been at his graduation ceremony. The picture of the two of you embracing one another just after he’d walked out sat framed in your living room just off base. A short twenty minute drive into Fightertown. You brought it with you in your suitcase to every station you were ever posted to.

Just two short years later you’d followed suit. You graduated with a disciplinary caution against your name and a reputation to uphold—you were Y/n Chaos Kazansky. Born and bred to be a pain in the ass. Rooster wasn’t at your graduation ceremony. He had already been called to TopGun by that point. But he sent you a text.

(How do my footsteps look as you’re following them? Congratulations Lieutenant Kazansky)

“If she shoots either one of you down, you both lose.” Mav’s voice broke you from your own head as you lost your concentration for a moment, getting yourself into the game you looked above to see the two F-18’s sitting pretty. Like sitting ducks.

“What's to say we put some skin in the game.” Payback replied as you throttled up ever so slightly, gaining some much needed speed. Preparing to absolutely rock their socks off.

“What do you have in mind?” Maverick asked, buying you a little more time as he watched you gaining speed from above.

“Whoever gets shot down first has to do two hundred push ups.” Payback put the bet out into the open. You couldn't help but to shake your head knowing that the delayed onset muscle soreness these boys would feel come tomorrow afternoon would be other worldly. You already knew you wouldn’t be the one doing push-ups.

“Guys, that's a lot of push ups.” Rooster's voice had your heart skipping a beat in your chest as you watched him fly just above Payback. His wingman for this drill.

“Well, they don't call it an exercise for nothing, Rooster.” Chiming in from his seat in the back of Payback’s F-18, Fanboy chuckled.

“Alright, you got yourself a deal gentlemen.” Maverick agreed to the ridiculous deal. “Fights on, let's turn and burn.” At the signal Maverick had told you he'd give you, you throttled up hard, accelerating up from the ground below, the two fighter jets separated just enough for you to swoop in between them.

“Fanboy, you see her?” Rooster asked as he looked around for your F-18. Knowing you were just shy of insanity when it came to combat drills. He still never suspected you to pull the stunt you did. But again—you wouldn’t be Chaos if you didn’t.

“Nothing on the radar up ahead. She must be somewhere behind us.” Just as Fanboy went to term his head, you swooped in between the two fighter jets, scaring the absolute Jesus out of all three of them as you flew up and over. Watching as they respectfully broke left and right.

“Dammit!” Rooster hissed as he tailed after you. Regaining his control.

“What the hell! Jesus Roster, your girlfriend scared the shit outta me!” Payback shouted as he followed suit. You could quite clearly hear Maverick enjoying the stunt you had just successfully pulled off. You didn’t let Payback's girlfriend comment get to you. No— you were in the fucking zone. Your element.

“Tally, Tally, Tally!” Fanboy shouted. “Chaos’s coming in, break left!”

“Breaking left! Payback confirmed. You were having a field day with this.

“Coming at your boys, whatcha gonna do?” Snickering you fell behind them. “Payback, where's your wingman?” You reminded the frazzled pilot this was a group exercise. You wanted a challenge not an opening.

“Rooster, where are you?”

“I got your back.” Roosters voice lit your ears on fire. “I'm coming, hang in there, hang in there.”

“Hurry up man, hurry up!” Rooster cut in front of you sharply. A nice crisp manoeuvre. Sending your targeting system haywire for a second before it found him.

“Payback, break right.” Rooster ordered.

“Breaking right!” You listened as Payback confirmed his next move.

“Rooster just saved your life fellas.” You couldn't help the wicked shit eating grin that fell across your face. Watching as you almost had him on tone. “But it's gonna cost him”

“Not this time Chaos–” Rooster hissed. Evading you manoeuvring expertly.

“Rooster, you're too low!” You shouted through the comms as you dived and turned, following Roosters every move. “You're hitting the hard deck!” The sound of Roosters auto pilot altering him of his altitude rang through your comms.

“Oh shit–” Rooster pulled back on this throttle, pulling up to avoid the hard deck with force and speed. But it wasn't enough, swinging under his F-18 and pulling up and around, the high pitched sound filled everyone's eardrums, including the pilots on the ground hovering around the radio.

“That's a kill–”

“Lover boys gonna hate those push ups—“ Hangman snickered from his chair.

You’d taken out every single aviator that rotated through the rounds. It was becoming somewhat pathetic now. You were itching for a real challenge. Flying low, out of sight out of mind, you listened in on Hangman and Roosters not so private conversation as they geared up to take you down. Maverick hanging back as he watched you dominate—backup unnecessary. Flying directly under Roosters F-18.

“So Rooster, mind if I ask you a personal question?” Hangman raised his eyebrow as he flew right beside Rooster.

“Would it matter if I did?”

“What’s the story between you and Chaos?” He poked the bear. “It seems like she’s got you a little rattled?”

“It’s none of your business—“ Rooster hissed. “Now where the hell is she anyway?”

“Been here the whole time.” Flying directly under Roosters jet, you inverted yourself above him. Looking down at Bradley Bradshaw as he looked up at you. “Can you see me now?”

“Holy shit—“ Hangman had never seen anyone pull a stunt like this up close and personal. Maverick made a mental note to remind you this was supposed to be basic fighter manoeuvres. Not a dick measuring contest.

“C’mon Rooster, let’s get it over with.” You snarled, knowing he just wanted to let you have it. Take you down. Sure you weren’t going to let that happen, but it would be a hell of a lot of fun to see him try now wouldn’t it.

You saw the look in his eyes, the snarl that was surely hiding behind his mask.

“Fights on!” Rooster shouted as he broke left and you broke right. Forcing you both down into a cobra like manoeuvre. Maverick was going to have your ass for this.

“What is with these two?” Hangman questioned as he watched you both dive. Snaking around each other— Neither of you wanting to be the first to back down.

“Alright, you put us here!” You hissed. “How are you gonna get yourself out?”

“You can bail out any time!” The group on the ground watched on in shock as they listened to you and Rooster go back and forth while engaging in a grade A manoeuvre most of the pilots on deck had never done, let alone successfully pulled off.

“How long do you wanna go for, Rooster?”

“I can go as long as you can, Chaos, and that’s saying something—“ You watched your altitude drop dramatically.

“We need to put the past behind us! Both of us!”

“Yeah, it's easy for you to say, miss high road!” Rooster hadnt made things any easier with the stunt he’d pulled before training.

“Hard decks five thousand feet guys you're running out of room.” Hangman’s voice came through the comms as he watched on from above.

“Your strategy is about to run us into the ground!” You shouted, still not giving in. “What’s your move?” Warning bells and whistles filled your cockpit as your altitude dropped below three thousand feet. You waited till the very last second before pulling up—watching as Rooster did just after you, right on your tail.

“You’ve got her Rooster!” Hangman confirmed. “Drop down and take the shot.” Looking behind you, you waited for Rooster to take his shot. Get you on tone, but he never did. He sat perched on his branch.

“It’s too low!”

“Times up, you had your chance—“ knowing you were going to be chewed out by Admirals Bates and Beau, by Maverick, by Rooster, you put this whole charade to an end. Throttling back and pulled up and behind Rooster—getting tone on him immediately. “That’s a kill.” You groaned. “Knock it off.”

“Dammit—“ Rooster hung his head low. What the hell had he been thinking? Flying up beside him one final time. You locked eyes with Bradley.

“Go see Hondo about your push-ups. I’ll meet you down there.” Breaking away you felt your heart in your stomach. This was not going to go down well at all.

***~***~***~***

“Breaking the hard deck, insubordination? Only love makes you that crazy sweetheart and that damn stupid.” Maverick hated chewing you out but he had to bring you down to earth. Cyclone sat at his desk as you stood before him. Maverick and Warlock off to the side.

“And that cobra manoeuvre of yours? I never wanna see that shit again.” Vice Admiral Beau added. “I hope you understand that you are one mishap away from being pulled from this detachment all together, do you hear me?”

“Yes sir—“ You replied sharply, knowing you were out of line.

“You are much too like your father.” Cyclone knew it struck a nerve, but that’s what he intended to do. You weren’t untouchable, but you were close to it.

“Glad I’m managing expectations sir.” You tried not to smirk as Cyclone pointed at the door. Nodding you turned on your heels and left, opening the door to see Rooster leaning against the wall across the hall. Rolling your eyes, you headed down the hall, Rooster hot on your heels.

“Dumbass—“ Rooster played on what you had called him earlier.

“My love language is affirmations, Bradley, try harder.” Gripping your forearm tight, Rooster stopped you in your tracks.

“What kind of a stunt was that huh?” He hissed, pulling you closer.

“You tell me? You had a chance to get me on tone and you never took the shot?” Challenging Rooster as you kept your eyes on him. His hand still gripping you around your forearm. Standing in the middle of the hallway. “Why’d you hesitate? You don’t think! You just do—thinking? It could get you killed.”

“Because I can’t stand the thought of hearing someone get that lock on you, I couldn’t do it, even in training.”

“Rooster—“ Your voice was barely audible.

“And that really blows because I’ve never wanted to hate you more than I do right now.” You felt Roosters grip slip from your forearm. “I can’t get over how angry I am at you that you didn’t tell me about Mav—“ Your jaw slacked as you felt your anger bubble to the surface.

“You’re angry at me?” You questioned. “I’m angry at you!” You shouted, your voice echoing through the halls. “You left me!” Pausing as the silence spoke louder than anything you could ever say. “You left me when I needed you the most! Bradley, I—“ You were going to tell him, about your dad, about your wingman. But there was no point, he was just going to pull the same stunt he always did. Smashing your fist against his chest Rooster caught your wrist. Drawing you into his chest as you sobbed. “You’re the one who fucked up—“

“Yeah, I fucked up—“ Kissing the top of your head as you cried in his chest, your arms holding him close around his midsection. The was something you weren’t telling him, Rooster sensed it. He’d press you for it at a later time but for now? He simply held you. He really did love you. He just didn’t know how to act anymore. “I’m sorry—I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not letting you in again because all you ever do is break my heart.” You pulled away, wiping your own tears. Turning with a sigh you gestured for Bradley to follow. He did instantly. “I gotta go get some ginger—come with?” Sending you a questioning brow Rooster complied with your request. His arm wrapping around your shoulders—just like he used to do in highschool.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“This makes time your greatest adversary. You’ll fly a route in your nav systems that simulate the canyon. The faster you navigate this canyon the harder it’ll be to stay under the radar of the enemy SAMS.” The underlying feeling of existential dread you’d been suppressing from the moment you were briefed in light detail about the mission came bubbling to the surface the moment Pete started speaking before the graduate class.

“The tighter the turns, The more intensity the gravity on your body multiplies, compressing your lungs forcing the blood from your brain impairing your judgement and reaction time.” For a very brief moment—you caught yourself wishing, hoping that Rooster wouldn’t be chosen. It wasn’t that you thought he wasn’t capable. No. It was that you believed deep down you wouldn’t be able to cope with the anxiety that came along with waiting for him to come back. The more you tried to fight that feeling the more the only solution to the problem reared its ungly head. You were either going on this mission together or not at all—only problem was? Flying together was impossible at this point in time.

“So for today's practice, we’re gonna take it easy on you. Max ceiling is three hundred feet. Time to target three minutes.”

One by one, group by group, team by team— Maverick picked you apart. None of you had flown the route accordingly. Slumping in your chair next to Rooster, you looked over at him as he stained directly forward. Your existence to him obsolete.

You’d been paired together for one of the rounds. It was the only time anyone had ever made it to the target. But a whole minute late. If he had listened to you a little more about increasing his speed perhaps you could have completed it without failing the time aspect. But he wouldn’t, and you weren’t about to leave your wingman behind. Never again would you ever do that.

“Why are they dead?”

“We broke the three hundred foot ceiling and SAM took us out.” Phoenix explained.

“No, why are they dead?” Maverick asked again, this time more stern.

“I slowed down and didn’t give her a warning, it was my fault—“ Coyote pressed.

“Was there a reason you didn’t communicate with your team?”

“I was focusing on—“

“One that their family will accept at the funeral?”

“None sir—“

“Why didn’t you anticipate the turn? you were briefed on the terrain.” Before Phoenix could reply Mav was quick to interject again. “Don’t tell me, tell his family.” Maverick turned his attention to the simulation Hangman, Payback and Flyboy ran. Sighing, he held the bridge of his nose to relieve some built up pressure.

“What happened?”

“I flew as fast as I could—kind of like my ass depended on it.” You hated the way Hangman had been so nonchalant about leaving his wingman behind. It killed you to think it was so easy for him.

“And, you put your team in danger, and your wingman’s dead—“ Rooster growled.

“They couldn’t keep up.” It made bile rise in the back of your throat. It was clear to him and have never lost a wingman in the field. Like you once did, he probably believes he’d never experience it. But he would one-day. Every pilot would.

“Leaving your wingman behind—nice tactic.” You scoffed as you tapped your pen on the paper before you.

“A tactic you’ve used?” Hangman was quick to retaliate. What the fuck did he know? Shifting in your seat, Rooster looked at you with concern. Shrugging his eyes off you, he turned his attention back to Maverick.

“Why are you dead?” Maverick watched the playback as you and Rooster made it to the target. “You're the team leader up there, so why are you and your wingwoman—dead?”

“Rooster, we're twenty seconds behind and dropping!” You shouted as you followed just behind him through the navigation systems route. You thought flying together would be easier than against one another. You weren’t too sure you could fly together at all.

“We’re fine, speed is good.” Rooster replied as he led you through the terrain. Shaking your head you disagreed, knowing wholeheartedly that this would be a failed run if you didn’t pick up the pace.

“Increase to five hundred knots Bradshaw, we’re falling behind—we won’t make it.” Something about the time you used when you said his last name made Rooster blind. He hated it—he only ever wanted to be someone you called yours. Rooster, Bradley—nicknames like love and bub he missed endlessly. But Bradshaw was cold. Giving you the same treatment. A constant back and forth.

“Negative Kazansky, hold your speed!” Rooster knew it was killing you to not be lead.

“Rooster, we're late!” You audibly groaned. This was influrating. You wouldn’t leave him though.

“We’re alive, we’ll make up time in the straightaway.” You knew that was a lie, you were too far behind the timer to gain any more ground.

“We are not going to make it!”

“Just trust me, maintain your speed, we can make it.” It was needless to say you made it. But you knew it wasn’t good enough. You were an entire minute late. Regardless if you had or hadn’t left Rooster? he was a deadman walking.

“Sir, they’re the only ones who made it to the target?” Phoenix hesitated to chime in, but she did anyway.

“A whole minute late, he gave enemy aircraft time to shoot him down— he is dead, his wingman who knew better is dead.”

“You don’t know that.” Interjecting, Rooster mumbled as you chewed on the back of your pen, taking notes. Keeping out of this as much as you could.

“You’re not flying fast enough!” Hangman chuckled. “You don’t have a second to waste.”

“We made it to the target—“ Rooster retaliated. You could hear it in his tone he was starting to lose his cool. Deciding to kick his boot with yours to draw his attention back to you. Sending him a small frown as Rooster looked at you with soft apologetic eyes. He couldn’t stand the thought of you not leaving his side even if he was wrong.

“And superior enemy aircraft intercepted you on your way out!” Maverick hissed.

“Then it’s a dog fight.” You shook your head in disbelief as Roosted tried to defend his run through. Big headed. Unable to access he may have been wrong.

“Rooster, against fifth generation fighters?” He turned back to you, anger prominent in his tone.

“Yeah, we’d still have a chance.”

“In an F-18!?“ Countering his defence Maverick hissed.

“It’s not the plane sir, it’s the pilot.” Rooster stated before the room fell short of oxygen.

“Exactly!” Maverick looked at Rooster before he looked at you—you knew instantly that he knew what Bob knew also. What had happened in Lemoore. Pete Mitchell knew that you’d requested not to fly with a backseater for this particular detachment. It was in your file. He knew your wingman had taken a hit during a routine run. Something that could have been avoided if more caution had been taken. But you and Bob saw it play out helplessly and you blamed yourself. How could you not? Survivors guilt you guessed. “And I don’t believe any of you at this moment in time are capable. Especially Lieutenant Kazansky.” You sunk a little lower. “She knew you were flying too fast, inadvertently allowing you to be taken out by enemy aircraft.”

“I wasn’t leaving another wingman behind sir—“ you slipped up when you said another, Bob's ears grew hot under the pressure he felt in his chest as he sat in the row in front of you. Rooster frowned for a second as he turned his head to briefly look your way. Before returning his attention to Maverick.

“There’s more than one way to fly this mission.”

“You really don’t get it—“ It was Hangman who had your head turning. “On this mission, a man flies like Chaos did yesterday in basic or a man does not come back. The second she flew with you instead of against you? She’s holding back the throttle?” You had to bite your tongue, so hard in fact you tasted blood. “Look I don’t mean to criticise, you’re Conservative that’s all—“

“Lieutenant—“ Maverick tried to stop the conversation from escalating out of hand.

“we’re going into combat, son, on a level no living pilot has ever seen.” Jake paused, turning to Maverick for a second. Pointing his direction. “Not even him.” You felt your body shiver. “There’s no time to be thinking about the past.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rooster hissed as he sat up a little straighter.

“Rooster—“ Placing a hand on his shoulder, you tried to calm him down. To absolutely no avail.

“I can’t be the only one that knows that Maverick flew with his old man—“ You thought Jake Seeesin was a piece of work before, but now your suspicions were truly confirmed.

“That’s enough!” You shouted over Roosters shoulder.

“Or that Maverick was flying when his old man—“ in the blink of an eye Rooster was up out of his chair, across the aisle and shoving at Hangman’s chest, sending him stumbling back. Jumping up after Rooster you stood before him with your hands on his chest as Bob held his hand to Roosters shoulder. Payback holding him back.

“You son of of bitch!” Rooster hissed through gritted teeth.

“Ha, I’m cool, I’m cool—“ Jake dusted himself off as you turned to face him. “And you, what the hell do you think you’re playing at?”

“You crossed a line, Seresin.”

“You should have left him in the dust, or is that not something you do anymore? Lieutenant Kazansky?” You didn’t respond, blinded by hot white range rushing through your body as Hangman stepped closer . “Oh yeah, I pulled your file after your little cobra stunt yesterday—Bobby Boy over here’s been holding back a secret.” As your eyes grew wide Jake turned his attention back to Bob. His face guilt ridden.

“He’s not cut out for this mission, neither is she.” Growling as Jake got up in your face, as you eyed him down. Your fists clenched beside you. “You know I’m rig—“ Before Jake could finish his sentence you took a swing. You fist connect with his jaw, violently.

“Say it again!” You shouted as Maverick scooped you up, placing you over his shoulder. Gesturing for Rooster to follow suit. For Bob to tail behind. “Mother Fucker say it again!” You growled as you flailed on Mavericks shoulder, his grip right around your midsection.

Hangman collected himself as his jaw throbbed. Rooster didn’t take his eyes off you as you still shouted profanities his way. Being carried out of the room. “Let me fucking have me!” “Let go of me!!” “Say it again Seresin I swear to fucking god!”

“You’re done Kazansky—“ Maverick sighed. He knew that once word spread that you had physically assaulted another Lieutenant, that the admirals would see to your immediate removal from the detachment. His heart grew ten times heavier as you went limp in his grip—accepting you’d royally screwed up.

“You’re done.”

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Seeing Kinger stuff is so nice gosh! Would it be cool to get the rest of the fluff alphabet with him please? Or if that's too much the ones you'd like to write about most

Kinger fluff alphabet! the whole thing!

two things one is more so one of my personal woe things unrelated to you but i deleted my masterlist immediately after finishing it because i didnt like the layout of it; 3 hours down the drain SOBS other thing! imma go ahead and link the other fluff alphabet stuff so its a complete list! actually third surprise thing, WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME I ACCIDENTALLY FORGOT TO PUT P IN THE FLUFF ALPHABET/lh/nm i fixed it now but i cant believe i skipped a letter i feel so dumb

ABSTRACT- if you were to ever abstract he would probably abstract himself. i mean if the things about queener/queenie are true and they were close, then that would mean this guy would lose a loved one TWICE. that would most definitely break someone, and kinger is already on the edge as it is. if he somehow doesnt abstract, he probably becomes even more paranoid; kind of shutting everyone out almost because he sure as hell knows he cant take a third heartbreak. rarely ever leaves his pillow fort, unless hes physically dragged out? sometimes he forgets you're gone, because he just refuses to believe the truth. sad stuff

BONDING- will rattle on and on about cool bug facts, if he has his own collection in his room he will show you it! maybe, if you want, he will let you hold some of the critters! tells a lot of stories, nicer ones from when things in the circus arent so... bad.. usually when hes in a good headspace! you get the feeling he embellishes his stories... not too different from a grandfather trying to make his experiences seem more glamorous and action packed than they really were

CUDDLING- he is very hard, due to him being a chess piece, but his clothes do a really good job at softening him! no arms :(... usually rests his hands on your back, or maybe has one on your shoulder and the other on your hip. switches between being big and little spoon, sometimes he wants to hold and sometimes he wants to be held

DATES- you can find them here!

EMOTION- kinger is... odd... im not sure where he lies, because i think sometimes he does have moments where he remembers thing and it overwhelms him, so that may be the main time hes the emotional one. however, i guess this entire time for emotional ive been focusing on more.. 'bad' emotions, but i think kinger would gush about how much he loves you, like WOAH! he is just overflowing with feelings right now

FAMILY- honestly he gives me dad vibes, if this dude doesnt already have kids in the real world (wow thats a sad thought... dude is like MIA probably and his kids are left to wonder where he went. double owie if queener/queenie was his real life wife before things happened) so if you guys make it back to the real world and unite, you're gonna be a step parent! would he like to have more kids with you? i think it depends, he would want it, though!

GIFT- you know how some people put bugs in like, cases to preserve them or something? i feel like he would give you those with some of his prettier bugs! loves anything you give him, he always keeps them stored safe in his room!

HARSH- you guys dont really get into arguments, i dont think! kinger doesnt like hiding things from you unless its something deeply personal, but otherwise hes an open book to you

IN HOUSE ADVENTURE- here!

JEALOUSY- its not so much as him being jealous as it is him being paranoid that something is going to happen to him or you, so! even if he wasnt worrying himself half to death he doesnt exactly seem like the jealous type to me, tbh

KISS- its time for my favorite thing for characters with no mouth!!! he boinks his face into yours, i actually wrote something for this! not gonna link it since its so short and i can easily relay the idea: but he would internally hype himself up (usually does this if this is the beginning of the relationship, he gets more confident as time goes on!), and just lightly 'pecks' your cheek before pulling away. loves kissing your cheeks as well as the back of your hands. loves being kisses where his mouth would be as well as his cheeks

LOVE LANGUAGE- quality time!! this man follows you around like a love sick puppy, because he loves you so much but also because again, he worries.. he also likes doing acts of service for you, makes him feel like hes capable of doing things on his own (which he is!). loves it when you return the favor via words of affirmation

MENDED- is he dreaming? is he imagining things again?

nope, its really you. somehow, you've recovered from abstracting, and you're now out of the cellar. he wants to hold you and never ever ever let you go, out of fear that hes going to come to his senses any second and youll be gone. wants to keep you in the pillow fort with him, or at least within his line of sight

NO- its less of an active dealbreaker and more of a "hey this is going to stress him out and probably hurt his mental health" but like, i dont think he would pair well with a really really intense person. like sure caien is pretty intense, but its not like caine is going to be spending a significant amount of time with him everyday, but like. you know? like i talk about some characters enjoying being on their toes and left guessing in regards to their partner, but kinger is NOT one of those people. he needs stability

PDA- less of a case where he actively and knowingly indulges in PDA and more so a case where he subconsciously holds onto your hand to keep you at arms length and to feel you. due to his lack of arms he has probably wandered off without you (and his hand) at least once. is not opposed to PDA, though, so long as its not like. insane

QUIET TIME- quiet time between the two of you is very rare. sure kinger can be very quiet when hes alone, but when hes alone with someone else, someone he cares so much about.. he cant help but fill the silence with words, to keep the ringing in his ears at bay .. so really quiet time is talking time

ROSES- ill mention it again in V (i wrote v before this section), he loves giving you roses especially on special occations! loves receiving flowers as well, he seems like a rose kind of guy as well

SHH- the one thing he doesnt like talking about is queener/queenie, well, more so the last few days leading up to her abstraction. it brings up. well, memories. on one hand he doesnt want to forget her, but on the other hand he doesnt want to bare the pain of those terrible memories

TUNES- THIS THIS THIS THIS ONE ALWAYS COME TO MY HEAD WHEN I THINK OF ROMANTIC HCS FOR SWEETIDEAS FOR OLDER GUYS IDK WHY

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UPSET- im going back and forth with a lot of these as i fill in the list so! tying this in with E, i mention one of the only times he gets emotional is when he remembers some unfortunate events that took place in the circus. you're going to need to console him and bring him back to the present moment :(. when you're upset he tries to distract you, takes you to his fort, and tells you stories

VALENTINE- on the chance that he remembers what day it is, hes going to give you the most sterotypical date he can give to you. i think it might be because i can kind of see kinger as like, a classic/stereotypical romantic when it comes to you. flowers, he cant take you out to dinner so he takes you out to the digital lake to gaze at the clouds and watch the bugs pass

WANT- he wants a companion, he wants stability, and thats something he needs. he wants someone to be compassionate about him, his wellbeing, and his interests

XOXO- here! as well as Yearn!

ZZZ- if you guys go to sleep together its always in his room, where hes more comfortable. he also has a thing where he insists on being the one closer to the door; almost as if hes offering himself as protection to you should someone unwanted to come in. huh. always sleep holding onto you, snores like a dad

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theswissgirl · 5 months

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Don't mind me, just admiring - Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley

I'm such a simp for this man

hope you enjoy this imagine tho :)

your name: Adeline Riley

relationship status: married

your role in the military: army nurse

you were sent by soap to fetch your husband for a meeting with captain prince regarding his next upcoming mission but when you finally found him, you suddenly forgot what you were meant to do....

warning : splashes of spice

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your footsteps echoed as they they tread through the halls of 141 military base, hadn't it been fortified with heavy security, the sound would have creeped you out.

You had been sent to go find your husband but so far, you had no luck finding him.

you checked his /your room.

you checked the control centre.

you checked the bathrooms (you have no idea why either)

finally you checked the gym and there he was, but what you saw made your heart lurch in your chest and stop in your tracks.

He was shirtless.

he was shirtless whilst working out.

You knew that your husband was an attractive man with impeccable muscles but he never ceased to amaze how amazing he looked with his inhuman.

Completely forgetting your task, you leaned against the door frame and, like a stalker, you watched him work out. Your eyes trailed over his figure as he was doing pull ups, your eyes zeroed in on his arms, watching as his biceps contracted when he pulled himself up over and over again.

Your eyes then paid attention to his abs, you are practically salivating when you take notice of how hard and defined they are, especially now that they are glistening with sweat. Your eyes then trailed down to the v-line that was diving down into his sweatpants.

you stared hungrily at that line, knowing exactly that what it leads to has made you go stupid and lose your ability to walk so many times.

Your knees buckle at the memory of all the times he had taken you roughly and of course all the times he was gentle with you. Your core begins to flood with heat as the memories of you two in throes of passion reappears like previews in a cinema.

but that wasnt all.

your eyes went to his hands and noticed how he was gripping the bar tightly, so tight that his knuckles were turning white. Another memory resurfaced, the memory of him pinning you to the wall with one hand on your waist and the other wrapped around your throat. You had been a bit of a brat that day.....

lastly, the grunting. oh dear god the grunting and groaning noises he made made sparks of excitement travel down your spine. His deep and commanding voice, especially with that fucking british accent, never failed to bring you to your knees.

now you're knees definitely buckled and you had to catch yourself before you fell over and made a fool of yourself. Unfortunately, you accidentally pushed the door and you heard how the hinges creaked loudly.

you cringed.

"way to go adeline, that was executed to perfection" you whispered to yourself, scolding yourself.

Ghost stops what he is doing as he hears the commotion and his eyes immediately move to where you were. He relaxed once he confirmed no one had snuck into the base.

He lets a grin grow on his face.

"Darling, what are you doing here?" he asked teasingly.

your face flushed red and blushed hard as the realisation of being caught set in and you desperately looked for a believable excuse, "oh you know, just out on a walk?" that came out as a question than a statement

you mentally face palmed at your own stupidity. You could've just told him why you actually came.

he grips your chin and draws you closer to him, "is that so?" he teased, loving the effect he had on you, even after 2 years of marriage.

your heart thunders in his chest at the intensity in his eyes and your breathing picks up a little, "well uh no, I was sent here actually, yeah you have a meeting to attend with about your mission" you stuttered out nervously.

he smiled and moved his hand to cup your cheek, stroking it softly, "why didn't you say so love?" he knew exactly why.

you laugh at him and playfully slap his chest, " ha ha you're so very funny"

without warning, he grabbed your wrist, spun you around, grabbed your other wrist and pinned them to your back, keeping them in place with one hand whilst the other snaked its way around your chest and your back met his chest.

you feel his lips gently bite the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, "try that again my love I dare you" his warm breath hit your ear, making you shiver once more.

suddenly, you're fully aware that his body is pressed right against yours, allowing you to feel every crevice of muscular body and it was sending your hormones into a frenzy of lust and desire.

But you had to press pause on that.

"baby your meeting, captain price needs you to attend it" you whisper breathlessly, pulling whatever will power you have left... which really wasn't much but the resemblance of grains of sand.

travelling from your ear to your neck, he peppers your skin with soft kisses and leaving small bites as he goes. You tilt your head, allowing him more access as you humed at his touch.

Suddenly, he stops.

"well then lets get going, I'd hate to piss off my captain" he said teasingly and grabbed your hand to lead you out the door but paused and turned to look at you with hardened eyes.

"make no mistake my sweet adeline, we will continue this later. And don't think I didn't notice your presence from the start"

"wait what?!"

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little bit shorter than I intended but oh well

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wkasaiu · 1 year

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RAN HAITANI : Arcade

- reader is izana’s younger sister.

Ran was (really) kind of a headache to be with, the way he would suggest the most random things and you’d disagree, having full knowledge he’d do it anyway.

Just like today, you and Ran were on for a small mall date (?) It was kinda funny how he doesnt even know what to do because you’ve practically done everything you could in the mall.

Shopping, Eating, Watch Movies. Name it, you’ve done it. An idea pops on his head, “lets go to the arcade and steal peoples tickets!” He said, grinning widely at his ‘smart’ idea.

“No way. Who knows what would happen, dumbass” You reply, because what the actual fuck was he thinking? Imagine just walking into the arcades with that in mind. Fucking sick.

But here you are, by the claw machines of the arcade entrance. It was crowded, making it easy to do whatever he planned that was quite dumb but it was worth the thrill he thinks.

He pulls you to this child who was alone by the side, playing this game where you try to get a jackpot, but if you dont you get a certain amount of tickets fully depending on the luck it lands on.

He offered to help the child, putting his arm over the poor kid as you just stare by the other side. You notice his other hand is missing, But you realize what he was doing. One hand was by the childs shoulder while the other was reaching down for the tickets.

You stood by his back to cover his actions, I mean this is better than to get him caught and dragged by your brother, right?

You cover his back helping him reach the tickets and pull it out. This was over 500, you thought. “This kid must’ve worked for it real hard huh? Too bad then” Ran laughed as he folded the tickets to make it look like a smaller amount on his palms, then he hid it under the sleeve of his shirt.

The kid was playing while you both schemed whatever shit you just did, listening to Ran’s shit advice on the game he barely even knew how to play til’ now.

He was so distracted trying to hit the jackpot til’ he lost all his tokens on the game and reached down for his assumingly-alot-of-tickets only to find around 20 hanging loosely by the ticket dispenser of the game.

His eyes went wide, he wasted over 30 tokens for all that??? The kid started crying out as you watched from a far with a snickering 17-year-old beside you.

“We can afford this whole arcade but you choose to do this? The kid’s crying” You frown. “Theres no thrill robbing something you own, dont’cha think?” He smiled down at you. “Plus the kid probably could just work on it again, I put alot on the pocket of his polo anyways.” He smiled, walking away with your shopping bags.

You then get to the counter where you can trade tickets for some toys or something. You chose the plushie and soon you both left the store, going home to the house you own all together.

Together means You, The Haitani’s, Izana, Kakucho, Haruchiyo, and Wakasa. It wasnt a home where everyone would stay 24/7, mostly it was just you, The Haitani’s and Izana. The others had apartments of their own but they come over usually.

You get back home with Ran, you unlock the front door only to be greeted with an Izana on the couch, watching TV but as soon as you stepped in he glared at you two.

“I know what you did, you pricks” He stood up.

Maybe you shouldn’t have helped Ran and left him alone to his little stupid ideas. Maybe if you didn’t you wouldnt have a soaring red earshell and a lifetime ban from your laptop.

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kyber-crystal · 4 months

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MURY CHUMES‼️

in honour of christmas 2023,could u makefestive/holiday obiwan hcs bc hes so silly and i know he'd "deck the halls" (im so funny) (im not)

obi is the type of guy who would cuddle w you by the fireplace n drink hot tea or hot chocolate <3 (and he'd spoil you to death my goodness!) (also sorry if this is wasnt what u meant i didnt know what u meant by send asks HSJSHSJ)

OMG HI THIS IS SO PERFECT I NEED THIS SO BAD so thank you for sending this in <3 ur my new fav person

&& MERRY CHRYSLER :) consider this my gift to you!

"i don't get why we had to be sent away DURING the holiday season. the council couldn't have waited?"

you grumbled some variation of this under your breath for several minutes straight while preparing the flight out to dantooine

and obi agrees

the two of you are being sent on a long-term operative mission. there's no daily wars or hard combat to face—it was more of a stakeout of sorts—but still, you had to stay alert. just in case

you were mainly upset at the fact that you couldn't relax in your quarters or with your family for the holidays

obi-wan, sensing your blues, decides that he's not going to let that ruin the festivities

you're staying in a quaint little home for the next few weeks. it's plainly, but relatively tidy

"there's a life day market in town! we can pick some food up there, and decorations, if you're up for it" obi had suggested, so that's what you end up doing

while at the market, which is bustling with people from all over the galaxy (you later find out that dantooine's life day market is one of the biggest there is), the two of you are mistaken for a married couple

but hey, the status gets you several discounts on fresh fruit

even after you leave the produce booth, he keeps his hand interlocked with yours

(and you like it. though you'd die before admitting it lol)

you haul several giant bags and baskets of supplies back to your place

(correction, obi-wan does most of the heavy lifting. you're only carrying the tree decorations so you look like a tangled bundle of color that has no start or end)

it takes you everything you have not to stare at how his arms flex when he moves things

you didn't realize obi had a creative side to himself, so when you let him take charge of decorating, you didn't know what to expect

but once the two of you finish decorating you're pretty amazed

the tree glitters with woven string lights and ornaments that look like stars plucked straight from the heavens, shining in hues of rose gold and ivory white

"it's so beautiful," you exhaled

"indeed, it is," obi-wan replied, but he wasn't even looking at the light fixtures (he was looking at you instead)

you're about to unpack the groceries and start cooking but he stops you in your tracks, placing his hands on your shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze

"let me handle this, darling. i insist," he says—and you can feel your face growing warm at the term of endearment

so you sit down by the fireplace with a blanket around your shoulders and watch as he carefully cuts up the starfruit and places it in a porcelain bowl, dices the meat and vegetables, and pours hot chocolate (you made a mental note to ask him later which booth that was from) into two mugs

for a moment you get completely lost in the idea of living a peaceful, domestic life with him. one where you wake up every morning to the fresh smell of coffee and berries and are greeted with a tight embrace

but you're brought back to reality with the reminder that technically, you're on a mission right now, and you're both jedi

so no amount of wishing and praying will make any bit of that domestic life come true

"you've been so quiet," he suddenly speaks up

"just...tired," you reply, and it's the truth. the entire flight over, you didn't sleep a wink—you always had trouble falling asleep

he decides not to question you further—he knows what's bothering you; he always does

dinner is amazing as always—you're good at cooking, too, but your skills pale in comparison to what obi has

after you eat, you sit down by the fireplace, wrapped up in several thick blankets with steaming hot chocolate in hand

"how long has it been since you last saw your family?" he asks

"seven years," you say. "we write letters to each other, but you know, given my schedule, it's hard to pay them a visit. i hardly see them anymore..."

"i can be your family, then," he offers with a sad smile

and you feel your heartbeat pick up speed just a little

not because you're secretly in love with him...of course not lmao

but because he's always been here for you and continues to be

you lean against him and close your eyes and just. take him in

like. how does this man smell so good...

it's as if he bathed in every warm and comforting scent you could think of

and you can almost pretend that you're right back home in the arms of the one you love, and not millions of miles away on a foreign moon

(jokes on you, he is your new home)

you're not sure how long you stay cuddled up like that for, but you wouldn't mind if it lasted for the entirety of your mission

"you know i love you," he says quietly after he thinks you've fallen asleep, and he gently kisses your forehead

but you manage to whisper back an "i love you too" before drifting off

obi-wan finally feels at peace

& so do you

(i'm so sorry if this wasn't what you expected hiusahfiuherguheg but hopefully it makes you feel all warm & cozy inside!! hehe merry christmas)

tags (this list hasn't been updated in a while so apologies if it seems off...lol): @voguesir @fl0ating @lady-elena-adeline @katelynnwrites @freeshavocadoooo @buckysbeloved @kelieah @kaleidoscope1967eyes @lam-ila @amelia-song-pond @unstablecaffeinatedmind @elenavampire21 @joyfullyswimmingface @arkofblake @hellotherekenobi

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pastanest · 1 year

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much for finding this fic especially, one of my all time favourites to have written!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

spoilers: set in seasons 2 & 3

Trying

That night could have so easily never happened. If just one thing had been different, if you hadnt chosen to run after Daryl when he stormed off after the group finally found Sophia, if the two of you had walked in a different direction and hadnt found that bar, if either of you had decided to stay sober. But that night, the stars truly did align. When you awoke in the arms of the naked Daryl Dixon, you thought that the stars had been doing you a favour. But within a few weeks, you realised that maybe the stars had actually been playing a cruel trick on you.

The group’s place on the farm was hardly permanent, that was obvious from the get go; you didnt know how much longer you would have a safe environment, you didnt know what to do. You had to tell Daryl, of course you did. The two of you hadnt really spoken since that night, the air was different between you two, the butterflies had escaped your stomachs and fluttered around you, bringing small smiles and rosy cheeks and flirtatious glances, but no conversation. Until you speed walked over to Daryl’s tent, your fists clenched so hard your knuckles hurt, your head spinning and your heart pounding.

“Daryl-“

He turned around as soon as he heard your voice, and he barely had to look at you before he was holding your shoulders and searching your eyes. “Hey, ya alright? Ya look like ya’ve seen a damn ghost!”

You chuckled airily, feeling the weight of your words without you even having to say them, and knowing that once you did, they’d only feel heavier. “We need to talk.”

Daryl frowned at you, concerned and obviously a little awkward, not knowing where this ‘talk’ was headed. You could tell that whatever he thought you might say, it was definitely not what left your lips.

“Daryl...Im pregnant.”

His face was unreadable, but unlike every other occasion when it had been difficult to decipher, his usual storminess wasnt present. Daryl stared at you wordlessly, and you felt the weight of your words crushing you until you burst into over-explaining yourself.

“I-I know the baby’s yours, I havent slept with anyone else, b-but I dont expect you to- we dont even know how much longer we’ll be on the farm, it’s stupid to keep it, sorry, forget I even-“ You were rambling, shaking your head and running your hands through your hair, until Daryl grabbed your hands to stop you.

“If ya don’ wan’ it, tha’s up to you, it’s yer body. But, ya don’ gotta give it up, if ya don’ want to.” His words were hoarse, and you could finally read what his eyes were telling you; there were too many emotions, too much shock, he couldnt put those things into words, but he didnt need to.

“Y-You...You want to do this? Daryl, we arent even together, we had sex once and now there’s a baby in the middle of all this and I just...are you sure?” You stared up at him, searching through the waves of emotion in his eyes to try and find an answer.

“Aint nobody else I’d wanna try this with, but if ya dont want a kid now, we can jus’ wait to have one when yer ready.” Daryl was shy, his cheeks blushing beneath his stubble as he avoided your eyes, but his hands still held yours.

You smiled up at him then, the fog in your mind clearing to reveal the answer you needed. “We can try.”

Daryl’s gaze snapped up from the ground to meet your eyes, studying your face for any sign of uncertainty, and in the span of two seconds he found none. He broke out into a smile, which widened into a grin, then into a laugh as he lifted you up in his arms and spun you around, making you laugh too. When Daryl placed you back down on the ground, he held you close to his chest.

“Anythin’ ya need, anythin’ at all, jus’ tell me. Any prob’ems, anyone gives ya a hard time about anythin’, I’ll deal with ‘em.” He promised you, sniffling into your hair, his tears of bliss dampening your ponytail.

You nodded into his chest. “I know, you’ve always kept me safe.”

That statement was true from the very first moment you’d met Daryl. He’d always felt a protectiveness over you, and he couldnt hold back from acting on it. Anytime you’d encountered a walker, he’d all but sprint in front of you to act as a human shield, or he’d fire his crossbow before you’d had the chance to even lift your knife. At first, it annoyed you a little; you felt that Daryl thought you couldnt handle yourself. You confronted him about it angrily, and you’d expected him to get angry at you right back, to tell you that if you didnt get yourself in danger all the damn time - which you had to admit, you did have a bad habit of doing - he wouldnt have to save you. Instead, Daryl just sat at his tent silently, head hanging, and guilt consumed you. Immediately, you apologised for biting his head off and sat down next fo him, and you told him that he made you feel safer than anyone, you just didnt want him to risk himself for you like he always did.

“Rather go out protectin’ you than jus’ gettin’ eaten fer nothin’.” Daryl had mumbled, and although he’d tried to play off how much he cared about you, his message was crystal clear to you.

If you thought he was protective of you then, you had no idea what was awaiting you when you were pregnant with Daryl’s baby. He was at your side 24/7. You were more than happy to move in his tent on the farm, but Daryl moved it closer to the rest of the group so that there were more people to protect you if shit hit the fan. Naturally, Daryl’s sudden clinginess to you, and his ferocity towards anyone who asked him about it, got everyone in the group clued in that something was going on. It was actually Dale that figured it out first. You were hanging some washing out to dry, and he casually approached you in the way Dale did when he had something to say.

“Daryl’s a good guy.” He mused, and you nodded, beaming at him.

“Yeah, he is.” You glanced over at Daryl, who Dale had made sure was in a conversation with Rick a safe distance away from you, so that he could talk to you without your bodyguard tearing him a new one.

“I’ve never seen him so...territorial, over anyone. Closest thing was Merle, and that made sense, that was the only family he had. But you, you arent family to him. That is, unless you and him now have a new...family connection.” Dale guessed, your head whipping back around to stare at him with wide eyes. Seeing your expression, Dale laughed. “Dont worry, your secret’s safe with me. Just let me know if you need anything! Not that I suppose I’ll get the chance to help before-“

And as if by magic, Daryl appeared at your side, taking the basket of washing from your arms and giving you a nod, a silent question of if everything was alright, and you returned the nod to answer.

“Wha’s goin’ on?” Daryl verbalised his next question, directed to Dale, accompanied by a scowl, which you playfully poked Daryl’s chest for.

Dale smiled. “Oh, nothing! Just everyday conversation. (Y/N), I have to say, you are positively glowing today!” He teased, and you laughed, smiling at the old man kindly as he walked away.

“Thank you Dale!” You called after him, and when you looked to Daryl, he was frowning.

“The hell was ‘at?” He asked, his question harsh but his voice always soft when he talked to you.

“Dale guessed. He was smart about it, got my guard down by mentioning what a good guy you are.” You chuckled and shook your head, grabbing more clothes from the basket in Daryl’s arms to hang on the line.

Though Daryl was still on full alert, a small smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “Good guy, huh?”

You grinned at him. “Yup! And Im sure you’ll be more than a good dad.” You stood on your tiptoes to kiss Daryl’s cheek, making him blush furiously as he scoffed.

As a result of the mental and physical wounds that his father left, Daryl understandably had his own anxieties about the kind of father he would be. Up until you’d told him you were pregnant, Daryl honestly hadnt even thought about having kids of his own, he thought he was too broken, a lost cause. Somehow, having you at his side made him feel like he could actually do this.

When the camp found out about Lori’s pregnancy, which came as a total shock to you since you’d been so focussed on your own, you and Daryl decided to tell them about your baby, too. It seemed only fair, and it shared the weight of the burden that you knew Lori was feeling at the same time as you.

“Wait, you too?” T-Dog had asked, with eyes so wide you couldnt help laughing.

“Yeah!”

And then his eyes got wider. “Who’s the daddy?!”

All you had to do was glance at Daryl, and T-Dog’s jaw hit the floor, until he composed himself back into a smirk and a calm nod of approval to Daryl. “Ma man.”

This eased the tension substantially, everyone laughing as Rick approached Daryl to congratulate him. The group had never seen Daryl smile with such pride before.

The farm falling was up there with the worst possible things that could have happened. Daryl stuck to you like glue when the group was on the road, sleeping outside unprotected for the first time in what felt like an eternity. You were exhausted from the stress of it all that first day, and you ending up passing out with your head on Daryl’s lap. That night, he didnt sleep a single second. He stayed on full alert, his eyes and ears hyper focussed on anything that could be a danger to you, while his fingertips absentmindedly combed through your hair as you slept. Despite being on full alert, Daryl couldnt help glancing down at you periodically, and even if those glances only lasted half a second before he returned back to his protective duties, every single time he looked at you he was reminded that he could never love anything more.

Finding the prison felt like a god send, and your hope was restored in the fact your baby’s fate was safe. Sitting in front of that campfire, your head rested on Daryl’s shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you, you smiled into the flames, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. Daryl nudged you gently, his other hand quick to brush your tears away.

“Hey, wha’s wrong? Ya in pain?” He panicked, and you shook your head, beaming up at him.

“Things are turning around.” You told him, your voice so quiet, almost afraid to vocalise such a thought in case it ruined everything.

The smile Daryl gave you put all your worries to rest, and he pulled you closer to place a kiss on your forehead.

No official relationship had been established between you and Daryl, but ever since you discovered that you were having his baby, things had obviously developed. The two of you were more affectionate with each other, a natural progression considering how often you’d be by each other’s sides. But Daryl had never asked you out, you’d never asked him out, there was just a love that was acknowledged and accepted, that was being allowed to finally flourish into something beautiful. The two of you were focussed on the baby, and that was a very welcome distraction, it meant that you didnt spend time worrying about your relationship with each other, you didnt have the space in your minds to overthink about that, so it just existed, and it existed wonderfully.

Settling into the prison was utter bliss, finally having an actual room, a real bed to call your own, it was absolutely needed in your case. Since you were getting so big, it was getting very difficult for you to help out with any laborious tasks, to the extent where you couldnt even lift a mattress onto your own bed. Daryl was more than happy to do that for you, of course, and before you could protest or thank him, he kissed you and sped off, leaving you giggling, bewildered and blushing as you fell back onto the mattress. You hadnt intended to fall asleep, but when Daryl gently shook you awake to eat some dinner, you couldnt have woken up faster. He watched in amusement as you all but swallowed your meal whole, your swollen stomach and glowing smile making his heart pound in his chest. In that moment, he knew that without a doubt, he would keep that prison standing if he had to hold the ceiling up himself, just to give you a safe place to stay.

Lori’s death turned your world upside down. The two of you werent particularly close, but you had grown so much closed given your shared state. Seeing Maggie walk out clutching a bloody baby, and Carl at her side in stone cold shock, it shook your hopeful illusion of your labour going without a hitch. You dont know how you’d convinced yourself of that, or whether you just hadnt let yourself think about giving birth, but every single day after that you grieved the loss of your friend, while your anxiety grew exponentially. Daryl could see it, the closer you got to your due date (which you were glad Hershel had calculated for you, but you partly wished you’d never found out) the more frantic you got. Daryl did his best to calm you down, to reassure you, and what happened to Lori combined with your own fears made him even more determined to stick by your side, so that you definitely werent without him when the time came.

You were sitting in the prison field with Carol picking flowers to lay on Lori’s grave, when you felt a gush between your legs. It was so intense that the fluid reached Carol’s shoe, and she gasped, her head slowly lifting from the flowers in her hands to look at you as all colour drained from your face.

“DARYL!” She yelled, and he was there in an instant, he’d only been a few feet away, but Carol couldnt believe how fast he’d run.

You, on the other hand, didnt see Daryl run. You couldnt move your eyes when his hands held your face, you couldnt speak, you couldnt breathe, you were frozen. And then everything was blurry, and it took you several seconds to register that you were crying. By the time you did realise, Daryl had already swung you up in his arms and was carrying you bridal style as he sprinted for the prison, everyone in the group running behind him.

Daryl laid you on your bed, the blurry silhouette of him disappearing briefly to be replaced by what you deciphered to be Hershel. He pinched your ear, hard, and you slapped his hand away.

“OW!” You cried, and Daryl growled, close to beating the old man if Rick hadnt held him back.

Hershel chuckled. “You werent showing symptoms of actual shock, you were just, well, shocked, and I needed to get you out of it. We need you responsive for this!”

You sighed and let your head fall back against the pillow, rubbing your earlobe. “Fuck.”

Hershel pointed a gloved finger at you. “Careful of that language now, there’s gonna be a little one here soon!”

With that, Hershel began examining you. Daryl was allowed back at your side, and when he reached for your hand, you gripped his. He kept his eyes fixed on your face, not paying attention to what Hershel was doing, only to the reactions of discomfort on your face.

“‘s alright, we gonna get you through this, promise.” Daryl whispered, voice already hoarse with emotion.

“Any guesses on what you might be having, (Y/N)?” Hershel asked you curiously as he examined you, somewhat easing your nerves with a distracting topic.

You smiled at Hershel before your eyes gravitated back to Daryl’s. “Well, we dont know, but since the start I’ve had a feeling that it’s a girl. I dont know, though.”

Hershel smiled at you. “A mother’s instinct is rarely wrong.”

He continued the examination before determining that you had only just started dilating, so it was not yet time to start pushing, despite your contractions having already begun. Since there was no telling how long the labour would take, Hershel told everyone to go back to work for the time being, but of course, Daryl was never going to leave you. For most of your dilation period, it was just you and Daryl in the cell you shared, him thinking up any random crap of a memory he could in order to distract you every time a contraction came, his hand never letting go of yours. Hershel came in to re-examine you and check on how you were doing in general every half an hour or so, and within around four hours, it was time to start pushing. Maggie and Beth were summoned back to the room then for medical assistance, and Daryl stayed at your side as the rest of the company stood essentially staring between your legs, but that was the least daunting aspect of what was going on. Tears filled your eyes as the next contraction rolled ploughed through you.

“PUSH (Y/N), PUSH!” Hershel called out, while Daryl leaned close to your ear.

“C’mon sweet girl, ya got this, yer gonna be jus’ fine. Push for me, push for her, go on, you can do it.” He whispered, but even his whisper was raw with emotion.

You nodded and squeezed your eyes shut, pressure and immense pain building at your hips as you pushed with all your might, your tears escaping and rolling down your face, into your hair that splayed across the pillow beneath your head. You cried out, clutching Daryl’s hand so hard you were worried you were going to break it, but he thought it was the least amount of pain he could deal with considering what you were going through.

And then, there was a cry. The cell plummeted into eerie silence, a ringing in your ears like a bullet had been fired right beside your head, as Hershel lifted a bloody bundle of limbs from between your legs. You felt winded, lost for words, lost for...everything. Maggie and Beth both wiped happy tears from their cheeks as Hershel passed the tiny human over to them, so they could quickly wash the blood away. Sound returned like a crashing wave, the ringing and the deafening silence replaced by heavy breathing and the cries of your baby. When you realised you were still clutching Daryl’s hand in a death grip, you slowly released it and turned to look at him, to see his tear stained face staring at the baby just as you had been.

“Your hunch was right, (Y/N), say hello to your baby girl.” Hershel spoke softly as he held the now bundled up baby out to you, and with shaking arms you reached for her.

She fell into them as though slotting into place, her face chubby and glowing in a way that was utterly ethereal. You shuffled over in bed to make room for Daryl, and he didnt need an invitation to move and sit properly beside you, to wrap an arm around you and the little baby nestled safely in a yellow blanket Daryl had found on his last run.

It wasnt until Maggie and Beth returned with a crowd that you even realised they’d left your cell. Your friends provided you and Daryl with plenty of space, only a few of them filing in at a time before letting others take a peak at the newborn angel. You looked up at Daryl, tearful, sweaty and feeling beyond exhausted, but Daryl had never seen anything so beautiful. You grinned up at him and nodded down at the baby, asking him a silent question, and he could only nod frantically in reply. He held his arms out and you carefully placed his little girl there, cuddled up against her father’s chest. Her face scrunched up briefly as she wriggled to get comfortable, making you and Daryl chuckle as more tears rolled down both of your faces.

“Have you thought of a name for her?” Carol asked, staring at the three of you with so much adoration, beyond overjoyed for her best friend having found the love and the family he deserved.

You smiled at her. “Well, ever since we first talked about her, she gave us something, so we figured...why not name her after what she gave us?” You looked between the people gathered in your cell, and the love of your life beside you.

Daryl sniffled, but nodded along with you and managed a wobbly smile to the audience.

“Her name is Hope, Hope Dixon.” You announced, and the room erupted in quiet and considerate ‘awwh’s as you rested your head on Daryl’s shoulder, eyelids feeling suddenly heavy.

“Alright, I think it’s time we give these three some privacy.” Hershel said, kindly ushering everyone out of the room as they all sent their best wishes and smiles your way.

Daryl sniffled. “Thank you.”

You frowned up at him, too tired to even lift your head from his shoulder. “For what?”

Daryl tore his gaze from the sleeping bundle of joy in his arms, to smile down at you with more confidence and love than you had ever seen on his face.

“Fer tryin’.”

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How much do you want to bet that Tecchou has a god damn bug collection and he just shows it off to you proudly😭 "Babe come look it's my favourite beetle boogahooga" I JUST KNOW HE GIVES EITHER THE MOST BASIC NAMES OR LIKE "MEGA BLENDER X300 MAX"

Also I love your writing so much omfg😔🩷🩷

Don't be so antsy!

Summary: It's been a few months since Tetchou declared his love for you and he couldn't be happier, especially after finally showing you his treasured collection! But how will you react?

Genre: FEAR 🤡 because insects... Also cracky and a bit of fluff bc i just love him so much 💕😭 slight suggestive hint at the end 🤓

A/N: FOAMING AT MY MOUTH FROM EXCITEMENT!!!! still cant believe that u love my writing 😭😩fangirling so hard rn, time to print, frame and hang this onto my wall. No one can stop me 😤😤😤

Suehiro Tetchou

You knew about his adoration for bugs even before the both of you got together

It wasnt smth he'd be talking about for HOURS bc its just a topic never really spoken about

all the other hunting dogs know about it but... they wanted to spare u LMAO 😭

like u accompany him to his work place and his colleagues r outside of the dooe, waiting for him so they can leave

u r like waving at them and teruko waves back but yall r just caught off guard when jouno YELLs out of nowhere "MOVE YOUR DUMB ASS ALREADY OVER HERE 💀💀"

Like was he yelling at u??? Yall we dont know who he lookin at bc HOW 😭😭😭😩 srynotsry

But u realised who he meant when u looked behind u and tf 🤨🤨🤨

Tetchou just EMERGES out of a fking bush and 🤨🤨 is that 🤨🤨 a random ass bug in his hand 🤨🤨🤨 he got KIDNAPPED

"But I found this cool grasshopper... His name's Bush."

"DONT GIVE IT A NAME! PUT THAT SHIT BACK ALREADY AND M O V E"

Jouno is just seconds away from beating the shit out of him bc

"WHERE'D HE GET THAT JAR FROM???" "Teruko, that's not important. Make him HURRY UP ALREADY"

"Can we take Leaf with us?"Jouno is already taking his sword out to kill that thing 💀💀

cue a RANDOM ASS FIGHT 💀💀💀

"PUT IT BACK AND LETS MOVE YOU FUCKER" "No, I won't let you hurt Omega 300 GT 5" "Wait I thought his name wa-UGH IDC ILL KILL THAT THING FFS"

tachihara just turns away with "k, think im walking home already BYE"

teruko just yanks him back and the other boys too so that they can finally leave

"Can I take him wit-" "No. I know you like these kinds of things but no. Also if you want that thing to actually LIVE then put it back bc u know who will exterminate the shit out of it." "Hm. 😐"

He just walks up to u and goes "can u take this. please"

U cant say no to his puppy eyes 👁️👁️

You're just so confused but maybe its also cute??? U just thought that its a little interest in him but BOY

It wasnt so little as u thought 🤓 LOL i gotta get my head out of the gutter

********

Holding hands while going on a stroll was something you'd often find yourself doing during your free time together, especially when the sun was shining so brightly while a fresh spring breeze would occasionally sweep through the air.

Humming a random tune while you lightly swayed your joined hands back and forth.

Tetchou couldn't help but let a soft smile grace his lips at the slightly childish action.

No words could describe how much he enjoyed your leisurely strolls together. It would be seen as a nearly generic thing to do together as a couple but for him it was a time to be treated as sacred. Where else could he tuck your hair behind your ears when the wind would blow through it? Or where else could he see the sunlight make you shine impossibly brighter in his eyes, almost blindingly so?

But what really excited him were the "little" discoveries you'd make on your way.

And oh wait? What's tha-

"Y/N."

Hearing your name made you about to turn your face towards him yet there was no need!

Since your boyfriend forgot how strong he was...

Yanking a bit too hard on your arm made you hit his chest with your back, a small "oof" slipping past your lips.

"OUCH, Tetchou??? What in the-"

"Look."

"Huh?"

You let your gaze follow the direction his outstretched arm, finally stopping at what he was pointing at with his index finger.

To your not so much surprise it was a-

"It's a colony of ants. Look at how hard they're working, Y/N."

Before you could even think of stopping him, he had already moved towards them, crouching down to get a closer look.

You let out a sigh yet couldn't help smiling at his endearing but also random antics.

No matter how many times it would help, it never managed to not be funny. The Hunting Dogs were known for how powerful yet also how "eccentric" the members were, yet witnessing it for the first time and continuing to live with it never failed to bring a smile on your face.

Especially with just how cute your boyfriend looked right now! The way his eyes would twinkle at the mention of insects was something you personally could only understand but never relate to.

As much as you would love to go along and try to enjoy it with him, you kinda wanted to continue on your walk.

Because when he's focused on something then it would be a real nuisance to get him away from it.

But that's not a problem for the love of his life, right?

*********

Jokes on you, it actually was 💀

Like u got a hunch hes doing it on purpose when he pulls his puppy eyes and that barely but noticeable enough atleast for you pout on u when u said

"I love you, but i kinda wanna yk walk?"

"But Y/N 😟. *points at the ants* only for a minute, please 🥺"

YALL KNOW 😩 YALL KNOOOOW ITS NOT GONNA BE A MINUTE 😔😔😔

Your legs gonna start cramping from watching these fuckers crawl around??? Nah no one CARES 😤😤 jk jk

our cutie tetchouie would NEVER ignore his partners needs okur okur

Like hes already whipped from how we r atleast TRYING to enjoy what hes enjoying

He knows how unlikeable these little crawlers i hate bugs can be but his s/o is trying so hard and he just 🥺🥺🥺 looks at u wirh heart eyes

dw if u cant walk, he'll give u either a piggyback ride yall being cute 😤💕 or the classic bridal style 😩

And dw if he finds another interesting bug but his hands r occupied? Nah, he gon GET THAT ANYWAY

*********

"ACHOO"

"Bless you."

"Thanks." You told him as you lightly rubbed your nose with the back of your hand. You loved his hair but it would often tickle your nose whenever you'd try to look over his shoulder as he was carrying you on his back.

It was one of the small ways of him apologizing to you and enduring his antics.

His heart would nearly suffocate him from how much it would swell whenever you'd just reassure him that it was totally okay for you. If he loved ants then it's just what he loved and as his partner, you'd be open for everything that makes him happy.

Yet he still tried to keep it down around you so he was often a bit torn between.

"Ah. Wait is that...?"

Oh no.

You knew it.

You knew what was about to happen next.

Before you could stop him, he was already walking off of the path and into the field.

A whine got past your lips yet he seemed too caught up in his fascination of...?

"A horned beetle!"

Some meters above you, sat a beetle on a branch, seemingly undisturbed by the both of you and yet in Tetchou's eyes, it equaled a sacred national treasure.

A treasure that he wanted to get his hands on.

"Hold tight, Y/N."

"WAIT N-!"

Hooking your arm and legs tightly like a koala around his body, he made a leap for it. You didn't know HOW he managed to do it every time but there he was.

Jumping onto the tree and quickly pulling a tiny jar out of a pocket in his blazer (you don't even know how he even hid that...) and-

"I got it!" He exclaimed in happiness as he jumped down, holding his hand onto the open jar. Screwing a lid onto it, he gave it a quick glance before putting it back into his pocket.

Noticing that you were slowly losing your grip on him, he hooked his arms under your legs, hoisting you up again before almost nonchalantly continuing your walk as if he hadn't just jumped up a tree for a beetle...

"Uhm, you don't wanna stare at it or something?" You asked, genuinely surprised yet almost regretting the question since it could change his mind.

"No, I can do that at home. Your legs are hurting after all."

A smile spread onto your lips at his kind words, only spreading further after hearing a slight hitch in his breathing as you let your lips graze his neck before planting a kiss on it.

"Anything for my love, you know? By the way, have you thought of a name yet for your new little friend?"

"I have but-"

You felt him tighten his grip around your legs before he suddenly began to pick up his pace, walking in long and fast strides.

"Want to be home as fast as possible, so we can you know..."

He peeked over his shoulder to see your slightly reddened face before looking forward, strongly focused on one thing.

"continue what you've started."

A small laugh slipped out of him, your nose tickling his neck as you hid your face in it, immediately knowing what he was implying and well...

You weren't complaining.

********

No one would have expected it but... our boy's pretty easy to rile up 😤😩

yall think he cute and innocent?? Nah nah he wanna get into that shi* too like hes a whipped and legit down bad man for his love rightfully so ✋✋

dw after yall r done, he'll def bring back the topic of "naming his friend/-s" and welp

u better be ready to spend ur weekend on that kinda thing 💀💀💀 and yall gonna settle on the either cutest or most ridiculous shit...

Its either "Groundbreaker 500, The Nightmare of All" or "sugarberry twinkle star" 🤓🤓 if he wants to honor the place he found it (like in the beginning ^), uhhhhhh 🤨

This btch's name is gonna be "leftover bread" or smth bc it was on it when he found that thing💀

yall cant convince me otherwise BYE 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

LOL, this got way too long and i kinda got carried away but that always happens with him 😩😩😩 maybe rushed at the end but i hope u r happy with this @soysaucefu 💅💕💕

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd tecchou #suehiro tecchou #tecchou x reader

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