#hes like the second person ever to walk out of the fog. his eyes look fuckin weird now <3

[boygirlctommy]

man i cant believe its been almost 2 years since i did kjau

#my post #wheres that 'i abandoned my boy' meme #me but i abandon my boy regularly #should i release the unfinished comics i made #i think i drew like a dozen pages of 3 different scenes #yeahhh there was one for tubb0 and ranb00 meeting #one for tommys exile/limbo equivalent #and one for introducing drm #the drm one doesnt make sense w the current lore because i love my retcons and changes (they dont affect anyone except me bcus i never talk #about kjau) #aw yeah tommys exile/limbo <3 #drm led him away under. vague false pretenses i never fleshed out. #and fucking ditched him in the zone 3 Fog #which is a random thing that i think was dang3r d4ys fanon where people would just disappear into the fog #kinda like The Lonely? anyways he got lost in there for 12 days #and it took him 3 more to find tubb0 again #hes like the second person ever to walk out of the fog. his eyes look fuckin weird now <3 #why am i loredumping down here

[strzlun]

MIDNIGHT

// park jay //

pairing: street racer!jay x rival’s sister!femreader

word count- 5.3k

genre/cw- fluff, angst, flirting, mention/usage of “darling”, slow burn(ish), forbidden love, confessions, kissing (making out), street racing, party settings, tearing up, profanity, lying(?)

summary- Jay becomes a different person once midnight strikes

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Park Jay is the top racer, he has won every single race every single race he’s ever been in. Countless of people challenge him for the title of top racer but they always fall short to him.

Jay was unbeatable, untouchable. No one came close to him.

But when your brother joined the racing scene, there seemed to have been a shift. Your brother was just a beginner to street racing but was quick to become second to Jay in a matter of months.

Yet every single race they did, your brother always lost to him. Jay seemed to always be one step ahead of him.

You receive earfuls on end of your brother complaining about losing to Jay with each race, while mentioning how one day he will overthrow Jay and get the title of top racer.

You personally have never met Jay, but you’ve heard the stories and seen him lingering around at the race meets after midnight before beginning his races. He’s caught your eyes a couple of times but you both always turned a blind eye to each other.

There was nothing for either of you from each other so there was no need to instigate anything.

You stood in the freezing cold as your brother rambled on about a topic you already tuned out in your head. You aimlessly watched the racers come and go as your brother waited for his turn to race.

“If it isn’t my favorite person” Once you heard the voice, you knew who it was, you looked to your side to see Jay conversing with your brother

“One of these days, I will beat you Jay” But he only laughed at his words before shaking his head

“I’ll wait for the day it happens right before my eyes” He smirked while placing a hand on your brother’s shoulder who shoved it off him

“Hi” You looked to see Jay giving a friendly smile towards you as the confusion became visible on your face, neither of you ever tried to instigate something so why now?

“Back off Jay” Your brother shoved him away as he raised his arms in defense showing he meant no harm to you

“I’ll catch you in the race then” With that, he walked away prideful stride and when your brother turned to you to continue on his ramble, you eyes trailed after Jay who turned around and caught your eye once again

But instead of looking away like usual, Jay began to walk backwards to maintain the eye contact between the two of you. You saw the smirk Jay had on his face and you could feel yourself scoffing out a smile.

He was getting on your nerves.

“You’re going to win this race?” You asked your brother who only shooed you away from his car saying along the lines of ‘don’t lean on the car, you’re going to get it dirty’

You rolled your eyes and went back to the crowd who seemed to be more rowdy and louder. It always became like this whenever your brother and Jay ended up racing each other.

Before the two of them went to their respective cars, they urned to face the crowd before facing each other, giving a firm handshake. Your brother was first to enter his car, but Jay seemed to have another idea.

He made his way towards the crowd and the moment he stood in front of you, he gave the same grin before grabbing your hand and placing a crumbled paper into your palm.

“Jay leave my sister alone!” You could hear your brother yell from his car and Jay only laughed before walking away to head back to his car

You stared at the two cars, the ignitions blaring in your ears, along with the loud screams and cheers of the audience and before you knew it, they were off.

The smoke from the cars fogged up your vision, but you could still make out the red lights from the cars only getting smaller and smaller in the distant.

When the air finally cleared up, you finally looked down at your closed hand. When you opened your hand, you saw the crumbled paper resting in your palm.

You scoffed to yourself before prying open the paper and what you saw what was written, your eyes became wide as you almost dropped the crumbled paper to the ground.

But what didn’t sit right with you was the sudden feel of pounding against your chest.

‘This is my number. You can send me a text if you were impressed’

It was way past midnight and here you were staring at your ceiling, your phone in hand with a brand new you contact you created for Jay.

You don’t know why you did this or how it has come to this but the damn note never seemed to have left your mind and now you were stuck with him on your mind as well.

You knew he was only doing this to spite your brother (and possibly you) so why were you allowing it to get to you.

Why not kill the curiosity in your heart? It’ll be just for a moment, it wouldn’t be anything to extravagant, just something simple to push the burning desire away.

You: Hi

Once you sent the message, you finally realize what you have done, you squealed and threw your phone away before groaning into your pillow.

You didn’t even expect him to respond, assuming that he’ll just take forever to get back to you. But much to your surprise, you heard the ding from your phone.

As you were looking away, you grabbed your phone and mentally prepared yourself. Doing a countdown from five and once you reached one, you looked at your phone.

Jay: Hi

Jay: I’m happy to know that you were impressed

Now you knew you were definitely screwed.

The blaring music in your ears, the swarm of bodies colliding with one another, the heavy suffocating atmosphere wasn’t ideal to you. Your friends had dragged you out to go to this party, to let ‘loose’ and to ‘have fun’.

It was humorous to you that they were the ones that dragged you out but now neither of them were to be found. You were left all alone and you wanted nothing more but to go home.

You took out your phone and was going to text them that you were leaving but you froze when you heard a voice from behind. You turned around and you were greeted with Jay, whose smile grew wider once he realized it was you.

“Fancy seeing you here” You had to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes at him as you held a tight lip and nodded your head

You and Jay were texting here and there with simple conversations but nothing out of the common decency. So seeing him in person again bubbled something inside of you and you weren’t quite sure if it was good or bad.

“I guess I can say the same about you” You chuckled out and you could see Jay leaning up against the wall and you found yourself nervously gulping

“No brother?” You closed your eyes in annoyance with his words, you noticed he was growing fond in spiting you for the hell of it

“Very funny Park” The mention of his last name caused him to tilt his head

“Ouch, what happened to using my name darling?” When you heard the nickname fall from his lips, you looked to him to already see him looking at you with a gaze in his eyes you couldn’t quite decipher

“Don’t use that nickname”

“Why? You don’t like it darling?” When you finally rolled your eyes at him, you could see the smirk of his only grow wider, he loved messing around with you

“You look like you don’t want to be here”

“Actually, I’m having the time of my life so if you’ll excuse me” You hummed with a fake smile before making your way upstairs to escape the unbearable atmosphere

With every move you made, you could feel Jay’s gaze follow you until you were out of his sight. Once you were gone, you pressed yourself against the wall and sighed out of relief.

Your head lightly hit the wall but you managed to push yourself off it and decided to roam the upstairs. There were a few people here and there talking, also seeming to get away from the hectic of the party downstairs.

Your footsteps slowed down when you saw a beautiful decorated balcony with lights looped around the rails, that overlooked to the night sky filled with shinning stars and not a cloud in the sky.

When you reached the balcony, you rested your arms onto the rails and admired the sky. You seemed oblivious to the person who kept knocking against the wall trying to get your attention.

With the mention of your name, you turned around and was once again greeted with Jay.

When you left upstairs, Jay was going to leave you be. But something in him told him to continue talking to you more, so he bid his friends goodbye before going upstairs to find you.

You intrigued Jay greatly and he was surprised that he was allowing his emotions to take over his rational thinking. You were his rival’s sister and here he was going after you because he wanted to talk to you more.

When he finally found you, you were looking over at the midnight view. He knocked to announce his presence but you seemed so engrossed with the view, you blurred out your surroundings.

He called out your name to get your attention and once you turned around acknowledging his effort, he felt his heart stop for a moment.

The moonlight shunned behind you, the small lights glowed and Jay found himself in utter awe of you.

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. You called out to him a few times but his mind seemed to override by you.

When you were finally able to get his attention back, you could notice the cough he let out, the sudden change demeanor as he straightened out his posture towards you.

He took awkward strides towards you and he thought you wouldn’t notice but to you he stood out like a sore thumb.

“Can I help you Park?” He pursed his lips before shaking his head, not even daring to look at you let alone mutter a single sound towards you

He simply walked beside you and rested his arms against the rails, mimicking what you were doing a few moments ago.

You found yourself scoffing at him before shaking your head. If he was going to ignore you, you will simply ignore him.

You looked to the sky once again and admired the stars, but you didn’t realize at first, but Jay’s gaze had switched from admiring the stars to admiring you once again.

but it was ruined when you could feel Jay trying to be sneaky and steal a few glances at you.

You gave him the benefit of the doubt and ignored his gaze and continued on, but when there would be seconds that go by and he would continue staring, that’s when you had enough.

“What do you want Jay?” When you turned to face him, you should’ve prepared yourself to experience seeing his gaze on you, but you weren’t

So when you turned to face him and saw the softened admirable gaze he had for you, you felt the world slow down as you saw his eyes never faltering from you.

The moonlight casted onto his face, the uncomfortable thump in your chest made you want to look away but couldn’t. You were stuck in a daze of Jay and you couldn’t seem to get out of it.

“Do you want to get out of here?” His words were soft almost a mutter you couldn’t make out, but in your mind his words screamed

Everything that happened after that was a blur. One moment you and Jay were admiring one another and the next moment, you both were hand in hand, walking out of the party.

Jay opened the passenger seat for you and helped you inside his car. Once you and Jay were off, you both sat in the car in silence, not really thinking through of the environment you both will be in.

Jay seemed tense and you have never seen him like this before especially when he was in a car. You looked outside the window and saw the few amount of cars passing by.

“So what do you like to do as hobbies?” The awkward questioned Jay asked, only fueled the awkward silence even more that you chuckled before stopping yourself

“Don’t start Park”

“What’s so funny? It’s a genuine way to start a conversation” You found yourself laughing and Jay only rolled his eyes and focused on the road but oblivious to you was the growing smile on his face

“Why are you so interested to get to know me? I thought you didn’t like me”

“Don’t get it twisted. I don’t like your brother and I have no reason to have any negative feelings towards you so why not have positive ones instead” You stayed silent for a moment, his words sunk into your mind and you found yourself breathing slightly heavier than usual

“I suppose you have some truth” You mumbled and you could the snarky gaze he gave you before shaking his head

“I’m pretty sure I know I hold the whole truth”

“You still didn’t answer my question though. Why are you so interested in getting to know me?” You turned in your seat to face Jay since you knew he wouldn’t be able to look your way

“Because I’m intrigued by you”

“Is that wrong?” He knew you were already looking at him and so he turned his gaze from the road to you

The awkwardness was replaced with another sensation in the atmosphere and neither of you knew what it was.

Later in the night, you knew it was well past midnight and there seemed to have been no plan of ending this outing with Jay. He was going down the highway at high speed but you didn’t feel any of the fear you feel whenever your brother is driving.

Jay had one hand on the steering wheel, but he knew what he was doing. He knew when to speed up, when to slow down, to make a turn. He made it seem like he could practically drive with his eyes closed and be perfect in doing so.

With the music playing through the speakers, the windows down as the midnight breeze filled the car. The tension faded away and was replaced by the mentality of not caring.

You both had a curiosity for each other, so why neglect it when you can indulge yourself just for tonight.

Song were playing through the speakers, as you and Jay sang along. You found yourself laughing with him, to which was something he couldn’t get enough of.

Your laughter filled his ears and he swore, he would never get tired of hearing you laugh.

Jay occasionally found himself looking towards your way and he found himself smiling and admiring you, as if you were the only person that had importance in his life.

When you turned to face him, you caught him. This time neither of you looked away for a moment, yet he cleared his throat and shifted his gaze back onto the empty highway.

You laid back into the passenger seat as it finally sunk into your mind. You and Jay “weren’t” supposed to get along, rather you were supposed to be on opposite sides.

Yet, why did it feel so right to be in this moment with him? That was something your mind was trying to make sense of.

Going out with Jay, especially late at night seemed to become a daily occurrence in your life. Every night when the clock strikes 12 o’clock, you would find Jay leaning against his car, waiting for you.

You found yourself counting down the time when it becomes midnight in order to see him again. You hated to admit it but you were growing quite fond of your brother’s rival company.

You just hoped it was a mutual feeling.

It was yet another restless night with Jay, as he dropped you off at your place. It was already 4am in the morning and you knew you were going to struggle waking up to meet up with your brother in the morning.

Jay grown so accustom to your presence that whenever you left, he always felt a longing in his heart that waited to see you again.

When you bid goodbye to him and went to your front door, you heard him call out your name. When you turned around, Jay stood in front of you. There was a different look in his eyes, you didn’t know but his heart was pounding out of his chest.

Jay couldn’t leave tonight without telling you. He wasn’t going to waste time, he knew what he felt and he was going to be honest with you.

“I fell for you” The simple confession sent your heart into overdrive, you looked at him to see any hint of him lying but you saw nothing

All you saw was the genuine smile on his face as his eyes gleamed with nervousness. You could feel your head spin with dizziness, not believing him.

Your mouth itched to say the same three words back to him.

“I fell for you too Jay” Your words were definitely more softer than his bold confession but that was more than enough for to engulf you into a hug, you didn’t expect it but you wouldn’t deny it

You could practically feel his smile radiating off of him. Jay didn’t care if you were his rival’s sister, he likes you and that’s all that matters to him.

When he finally pulled away from the hug and the two of you looked into each other eyes. There was a tension, a longing for something that the both of you have been waiting for.

Jay leaned it and you were quick to meet him halfway and once your lips met each other, he was quick to crash his lips fully onto yours.

His hands were quick to cup your face to bring your undeniably closer. Both your lips fit like a lost puzzle pieces that have been waiting to be connected.

Your fingers played with the heme of his hair. The kiss seemed to becoming desperate, trying to fill in the void that was built for the other.

Even though you knew, Jay was your rival’s brother, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. You don’t know how long you and Jay stayed kissing but you did know you needed to pull away for air.

So when he felt your lips parting from his, he found himself chasing them back into his own. Jay was head over heels for you and he couldn’t seem to get enough.

You giggled against the kiss and Jay found himself smiling against your lips. His lips danced in harmony with yours.

“I really have to go. I’m sleepy” You muttered against the kiss but it went in one ear and out the other, Jay simply continued to kiss your lips swollen

You screamed into your pillow the moment you landed on your bed. You smiled so brightly and you could feel your heart thumping out of your chest, you were growing feelings for Jay at a rapid pace.

The scene kept replaying in your head and you swore you could still feel Jay’s lips against yours. You turned onto your back as you looked at the ceiling.

Your phone buzzed and when you looked at it, the same fast heartbeat happened while your bright smile came back.

Jay: I got home safely

Jay: Get plenty of rest

Jay: I’ll see you tomorrow

Jay: Goodnight darling

“Wake up. Wake up!” You shot your eyes wide open and you were greeted with your brother’s face, you immediately shoved him and turned your back to him

Your groaned loudly as you could feel the heaviness of your eyelids daring to shut and drift of into sleep again.

“Did you forget we supposed to be meeting up today?” You could hear your brother’s voice and grabbed a pillow before squishing your head to block out the noise

You barely had gotten any sleep (because Jay just wouldn’t stop kissing you) and now it was catching up to you.

“Let’s reschedule” You mumbled but you feel the dip in your bed as your brother sat in the corner

“I just wanted to warn you” Your brother’s voice may have been muffled but you could still hear the worry he had

“About what”

“Jay” The mere mention of his name was able to send you in a frenzy and you shot up from your bed and looked at your brother

He was shocked to see your response about Jay but he decided to not look into it.

“You already know I don’t like him, but he’s getting on my nerves again. I found that that he’s planning on trying to get with you only to spite me”

“Him and his friends made a stupid little plan to get you to fall for him, and I wanted to warn you to steer clear of him” After those words reached your ears, there was a ringing that only got louder and louder, muffling out your brother’s words and when he realized, he tried to get your attention

“Hey, are you listening to me?” You looked at your brother and didn’t realize the teary gaze you had

“What happened? Why are you crying?” Your brother’s voice became softer and you shook your head to deny the truthful accusation

“That fucking… He already got to you, didn’t he?” Your silence was all your brother needed to angrily get off your bed and pace around your room

“So let me get this straight, you and Jay are already dating? Behind my back?” When you didn’t respond, your brother groaned only louder

“What did I tell you? I wanted you to stay away from him, now look. Just how did it even happen?”

“Are you sure?” When those were the only worlds you said, your brother looked at you and he could see the disbelief in your eyes, you wanted to trust Jay but couldn’t seem yourself to believe his words anymore

He sighed before taking a seat next to you.

“I’m sorry”

“You were right from the beginning. I should’ve listened to you” You gulped down and hung your head low, you didn’t want it to be true but only nodded your head with small sniffles

“I’m sleepy. I’m going to sleep for a little more” You laid softly back onto your bed and brought the sheets up to cover your growing tear stain face

Your brother had never seen this side of you, you have experienced heartbreak before but never like this

When you turned your back to your brother, he knew you didn’t want to bother any longer. He deeply sighed before going out your bedroom door and taking a glance to your huddled up figure.

Now he was never going to forgive Jay.

Jay had called and texted your phone day and night for the past week but you never once responded to him. He’s knocked and rung your doorbell, but he was left stranded outside your place for hours.

Everything was good between the both of you and he had no idea what happened. He fumbled around in his parked car, hoping that you would come out and greet him with the smile he adores.

He massaged his temple, feeling the drowsy take over but when he felt his phone vibrate his eyes were wide awake, he pulled it out expecting it to be you.

But to his disappointment he saw that it was his friend, but the message made him realize what changed between the two of you.

: Him and his sister found out and he’s pissed

: He’s challenging you Jay to a race

His phone fell from his hand as his eyes moved frantically around his car. His breathing became uneven, as landed his head against the steering wheel.

You knew.

You don’t know how your brother managed to bring you out to witness the race between Jay and him, maybe it was the possible defeat of the person you never even dated.

Or maybe it was possibility of seeing Jay again, you don’t know yet. You’re still trying to figure it out.

You didn’t realize you were counting down the time until it reached midnight and when hour changed, you saw Jay’s car come into your view.

You bit your lips as you looked to the ground, not wanting to see Jay nor the car that held most memories of you and Jay.

After a few moments, you could feel a gaze and you knew better at who it was. You couldn’t look up because you know you’d give in.

Jay felt his heart do backflips the moment he spotted you in the crowd. He hoped you would look up but you kept your gaze onto the ground, but he was hoping for a miracle.

“Jay” Your brother called out to him and Jay expected to get punched right away but he didn’t

“I told you stay away from my sister, you have some nerve you know?” Your brother seethed but Jay rolled his eyes

“Let’s just get over this race” Jay muttered while stepping back into his car and starting his engine, he was in no mood to deal with anything

All he wanted was to go back to the night where he finally kissed you and told his true feelings to you.

At first, he gave you the note in order to spite your brother but when Jay saw you at the balcony that night, he knew he wanted to know more about you.

He didn’t want to connect you to your brother. That night, he wanted to know you for you.

Jay’s mind was so clouded with the thought of you, he didn’t realize the race was about to begin. While, your brother was determined to win against Jay, he needed to release the anger.

Your brother was attentive and was first to take off, Jay whose minded was clouded of you was quick to start after he realized your brother had gone. This was the first time since Jay started street racing that he started late.

The race ended by a landslide with your brother winning against Jay.

For the first time in history, Park Jay lost a race.

Everyone was cheering for your brother’s victory, but your brother had other ideas. He thought the race would help calm him down but it didn’t, it only made him angrier.

He felt as if Jay was continuing to mock him and you. He thought Jay viewed this as less of importance and he wasn’t going to let that by.

He got out of his car and went over to Jay’s but he was no where in site. Your brother looked around the crowd, looking for him and that’s when he saw Jay making his way towards you.

“Park Jay!” Your brother called out but Jay wasn’t stopping, he needed to explain himself to you, he wasn’t expecting your forgiveness but he wanted you to know everything he did, he meant it

“Park Jay, I’m talking to you!” Your brother pulled on Jay’s shoulder and turned him around, but Jays as quick to push him off

“And I need to talk to your sister” Your brother grabbed Jay by his collar and that was enough for you to rush over to the two to separate them

“And why the hell would you need to talk to my sister? She has nothing to say to you”

“Well I have things to say to her. I love her and I’m going to make things right”

When you heard Jay’s words, your world stopped. When you stood behind Jay staring at him with wide eyes, your brother noticed and saw the look in both of your eyes. And when Jay managed to escape your brother’s grasp, he turned around and that’s when he saw you.

Both you and Jay looked at each other. His breathing was heavy, he couldn’t believe that you were in front of him again. But he was glad to finally see you again, but it pained him greater with your eyes looking the same way his did, teary bloodshot red, semi dark bags and most of all longing.

His hand itched to pull you into a hug but he restrained himself, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He just wanted for you to listen and hear him out.

“Can we please talk?” His voice seemed raspy and it tugged at your heart strings, you needed to talk to him too, so you caved in

You grabbed onto his wrist and dragged him back towards his car. You could hear your brother calling out to but you didn’t pay any mind to him.

“Better start talking now Park” Both you and Jay sat in your living room

The car ride to your place was suffocating it felt you and Jay were complete strangers when in reality you knew way too much to be strangers.

“It’s true. There was a plan for us to date just to spite your brother” Those were the words you didn’t want to hear, you tightly closed your eyes and sighed deeply

But you felt Jay’s hand engulf yours and that caused you to look at him and you could practically feel the sincerity in his eyes.

“But when I saw you on the balcony that night at the party, something in me switched. It was like I flipped because I dropped that stupid plan”

“I more determined to get to know you for you, and not because you’re my rival’s sister. I know it was idiotic of me to approach you because to spite your brother”

“But without it, I never would have had the courage to go up to you. Everytime you came to the meets, you felt untouchable. Like you were someone who was simply out of reach for me”

“I didn’t know if our paths would ever cross and so I decided to take matters into my own hands even if they weren’t the best option”

“I’m not asking for your forgiveness, because I know I don’t deserve it. But I wanted to let you know my side.”

“Know that every moment we had together, were the best I’ve ever had” Jay didn’t realize how he practically poured his heart out to you but it showed you the sincerity he had in his words

“What about what you said earlier? Did you mean that?” He knew what you were referring to, he could feel his heartbeat increase in pace, he did promise he will tell you

“I did. I really do love you”

“I love you so much that it hurt me when I realized that I possibly lost you because of my stupid mistake. I would’ve never forgiven myself if I knew that night would’ve been the last night I had with you”

You didn’t realize the sigh of relief you let out and Jay could practically feel the tension leave your body as your hands melted into his.

“I hate you so much” You scoffed as you threw your head slightly backwards as Jay chuckled and nodded his head

“So will you allow me to take you out on a proper date?” You found yourself laughing as he finally brought you into his embrace, it was something he’s been itching for ever since the night he first kissed you

“You’re going to have to go through my brother first” You muttered against the hug and you could feel Jay shrug his shoulders, making your giggle

“That’s easy, so don’t worry darling” You knew Jay was lying but you found it humorous, you chuckled and nodded your head

You could feel Jay press a soft kiss against your temple, you hummed happily which made Jay beyond happy. You may have been his rival’s sister but in the end of the day, you were the person he loves.

“Let’s go for a late night drive, it’s almost midnight”

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[cherryredstars]

Hiii cherry♥️ i have a request for simon🙃🫠 ok so smth where they kidnap his civilian wife and he's losing his mind trying to find and save her😣😫 also she's pregnant but he doesn't know🥲 love your writing mwah mwah💋💋♥️♥️

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst(???), Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions to Simon’s Trauma, Happy Ending

Summary: His worst fear has come true. 

Word Count: 1.5K (Unedited)

He’s loosing his fucking mind. 

Of course, right when he got comfortable. Right when all these fears started to melt away. Right when he was happy and he had a family again. Everything always goes to shit for him. He can't have a single good thing. History repeats itself. Again and again and again. He should have known. He should have known better. He knew better. He shouldn’t have gotten close to someone again.

Six good years. Six peaceful years.That’s what he got. Six years without any threats, or blackmailing, or discovering. Six years of learning how to love and be loved. Six years of finally having a home again. Six years isn't enough. He wants more damnit. If you’ve taught him anything, it's that he deserves more. And he’d be damned if he didn’t fight for it. Fight for you. But in order to do that he has to fight through this… this fog in his head. This murky fuzziness that shadows in the corners of his mind. It makes his trained focus wane. 

He can’t focus on anything for more than a few minutes. He’s zoning out. One second he’s thinking strategies in a briefing room, then his eyes are floating past Price’s shoulders and he’s looking at the fucking wall. You’re missing and all Simon, or Ghost, or he can do is look at the fucking concrete walls like a fucking idiot. Any sounds are just white noise, a soft, distant buzzing. He doesn’t process anything. It’s not going through one ear and out the other. No, it’s not even reaching him. He’s not even thinking about anything as he sits there. It’s all just blank, empty. 

He’s claustrophobic too. He can’t sit in a room for too long. Can’t stand too close to any single person. Fuck going to the mess for food or training or meetings or even being on base. He can’t even fucking spend more than an hour in his barrick before he can see the walls shrinking in on him. It makes his breath quicken and he races out of there quickly. But there isn’t anywhere else he can go. He can’t even stomach the thought of going to your shared home. He knows the second he steps in he’ll feel like a traitor, a murderer, and an accomplice to your abduction. He won’t survive that, he can’t. It feels like he’s back in that fucking coffin again. 

He needs to get up and walk around. His body demands it. He… he needs to be doing something. He just doesn’t know what. So he trains and works out and runs laps over a thousand times. He bounces his knees when he sits. He shifts in his chair no matter how comfortable it is. He picks at loose threads on his gloves and he fidgets with his combat gear. He cleans and disassembles his guns and puts them back together. He does paperwork, or he attempts to. He can’t focus on the words and he can’t get his words right. He spends the time in his office bouncing his knee and clicking his pen and sweating because even though the window is open he can see the walls caving in from the corner of his eye. Nothing is right. Nothing he does is ever right. 

He’s just so tired.

In the late hours of the night, usually on the nights he comes back from deployment or had a god awful nightmare, he would lay awake with you. The two of you facing each other, breathing in each other’s exhales as he played with your hair. He would lean in close and whisper into the still air, I don’t know what I would do without you. It’s the truth. Look at him now: an unfunctional mess with less capabilities than a bloody piece of paper. He’s absolutely useless without you. I don’t know what I would do without you, he had said. Guess he knows now, and his future doesn’t look very promising, (not that it would last more than a couple of hours if you weren’t ever saved). 

He isn’t the only one who sees how he’s losing his mind. Everyone sees it. Johnny, Price, Gaz, even fucking Laswell. It makes him want to laugh. In fact, he does laugh in Price’s face. It’s funny, really. Really goddamn funny. Price and the lot of them. He won’t admit that he feels like he’s backed into a corner. That he’s seconds away from barring claws and fangs at them. He thinks he’s really fucking funny.

“You’re not going on this mission, Simon. I’m not signing off on it.”

Ghost wants to roll his eyes. Of course Simon isn’t going to go. That weak, emotional twat would get killed in seconds. Ghost is going. Not Simon, never Simon. Not anymore. But Price is looking at him like he’s fucking stupid. Like he’s dense and missing something. Then it clicks. If Simon isn’t going… that also means Ghost isn’t going. Two lives in one he realizes. Ghost and Simon. Simon and You. 

“Like fucking hell I’m not going!” Both of them growl, Simon and Ghost together. For your sake, he can get his mind straight. There is no fucking way that he isn’t going to go out there and save you. Leave your life-  the only life that matters in this damn world- in the hands of someone else? He thinks absolutely fucking not. He just hopes Price doesn’t see the thickening film over his eyes that’s been developing since you’ve been gone. 

“It’s too personal for you. At this rate, you’re more of a liability than an asset.”

The anger coursing through his bones is strong and vibrating. His hands are clenching and unclenching at his sides and he feels like he can breathe fire. “Yeah? Things between the two of us are about to get fucking personal.”

Price does nothing but look at him calmly. He gives Ghost a pat on the shoulder, one that he quickly brushes off, and… walks away. It leaves Simon fuming, but as he stands there, his mind drifts again. And it floats and it flutters and his mind has gone blank again. His anger dies down to nothingness. He hates when that old geezer is right. 

______________________________________

It’s made final. He watches them through the cameras in Laswell’s room. Yeah, he’s on Laswell’s personal assistant duty. He’s standing besides her, brooding as the rest of 141 board the chopper. He watches as it slowly begins to lift off the pad, and in a few seconds, it’s flying away. Laswell gives him what’s supposed to be a comforting pat on the shoulder, but Simon just stands there, looking at the empty helicopter pad. 

He spends the rest of the time blanking out. He doesn’t really care for what Laswell is saying to her team on base, telling them to check coordinates and statuses and whatnot. Every now and then, one of the lads says something in comms that fills the room with static words. It all just sounds like white noise. Simon only realizes that they retrieved that target when Laswell shakes his shoulders and gives them a tight squeeze. It takes him a minute or two, his mind trying to channel in. But then it hits. It registers in his mind and in his heart and in his body. The fuzzy edges of his mind recede and everything looks sharper than it has in the past week and a half. 

You’re coming home. He sags, head buried in his hands. His shoulders shake as he cries. 

Even when the tears dry, he stays in that position until the boys get back. He jumps up, following behind Laswell to the medical center. The rest of 141 is there already, conversing about the briefing they will have to go to afterwards. When they hear the two of them approaching, they quieten up and smile. Simon doesn’t give them the chance to say anything before he pulls each of them into a hug, muttering that he owes each of them one. When he gets to Price, he holds onto him the longest, thank yous rushing from his mouth. When he finally pulls away, he asks how you are. 

Price smiles, slapping his shoulder firmly, “Both are fine. Just check ups.”

Simon furrows, looking at Price, “There was another hostage?”

He’s confused when no one answers, looking around. He wants to slap the wide smile off of all their faces. Have they gone manic or something? 

His attention draws back to Price as he chuckles, “Her and the baby.”

Simon feels his breath escape his lungs, his mind getting light headed. He might just cry again. He wastes no time walking into the room, eyes wide as he looks to the bed. You’re conversing casually with the nurse, hand resting on your stomach. When they both hear him enter, the both of you quiet and turn. You smile at him, opening your mouth to say something that never escapes as he rushes you. His hug is bone crushing, but you let him have it. 

You’re finally back. You and the baby.

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[megumisgirl]

nerd!megumi x fem reader

nerd megumi who always sits in a corner of the library and never talks to anyone except yuuji and nobara. your best friend, nobara, who constantly works you up to megumi. "she's so smart!" "she loves maths, star wars and reads like a bajillion books! you should talk to her. she's a nerd like you!"

truth be told, megumi always kept an eye on you. how you'd always be second or third in school even though you were so popular and were barely seen studying or even with a book in hand, except for your story books maybe. but he was always scared to talk to you. and you were too. he was always first in school and got great grades, was good in sports, and was like the hottest person you've ever seen. his black rimmed glasses looked so hot resting low on his face and how his biceps would almost burst out of his compression t-shirt that he hid by wearing a thick hoodie on top.

one day you decided to work up the courage to speak to him. you went to the library for a short study session but got distracted by seeing megumi in the corner with his head burried in the book. your breathing hitched as you observed him-- long slender fingers, slightly flushed on the top, veins on his forearm as his usual hoodie sleeve is rolled up to his elbow. his dark hair was unkempt and messy, falling over his eyes and his glasses. oh, his glasses. you pictured him on top of you with his glasses on, fogged up and pounding you to heaven as you screamed his name. you clenched your thighs as you picked your phone up to see the time then walking up to megumi with fire between your legs.

"hey.." you whispered, bending at the waist to meet his eyes as he straightened his back and you mirrored him. "you readin' star wars?" you asked cheekily, pointing at this book as he looked down at his book. his cheeks flushed as you pushed his glasses up.

"uh, yeah." he said, "wanna sit?" he asked, you nodded softly, sitting in front of him and leaning closer to see the book but he just flipped so you'd see. "it's last in command, "

"oh! luke and mara!" you said, he flushed smiling as he nodded. you guys talked for hours. sometimes he would lean in to show you specific lines and you'd get the soft lingers of his scent, the smell of old books and leather. you clenched your thighs harder everytime his fingertips would graze over yours. but eventually he had to go because he had class, "hey, i loved talking to you. i'm-"

"y/n. i know." he said, smiling as he offered his hand to shake yours. you wheezed lightly before you shook his hand playfully, giving it a large shake.

"i'm-"

"megumi. i know." you smiled back, as his grin reached his eyes. he left as you stood there, watching his tall figure dissapear as you sighed and looked at your hands, to feel the lingering warmth of his hands. saddness engulfed you as you realized he may not feel the same way towards you like you felt for him. to be honest, you didn't know how you felt for him.

your eyes would always search for him as a habit everytime you entred a room. and your heart would slump if you didn't see him, and flutter if you did. how you would imagine him doing the most filthiest things to you and the most romantic things known to man. maybe he felt the complete opposite way towards you. maybe he thinks you're obnioxious, or lazy, or dumb. your mood worsened as you leaned in to cross your elbows to rest your head but your eyes shifted to the table to see megumi's book in the table.

you looked up to see if you could find him but he wasn't there. you slumped back to your seat as you texted nobara.

you

Hey, send me fushiguro's number

kugisaki

ooohh mama's getting some actionnnn

you

just give it to me

kugisaki

444-781 get laid, your uptight ass really needs it. i hope the sex is as good as they say

you frowned as you saved his number. "as good as they say...?" you mumbled, as you texted nobara again. apparently, there were rumours and back-talking from the previous girls that megumi slept with that he was a bit too rough. a lot of hair pulling, grabbing and the fact that the girls couldn't walk for hours or days after they 'did it'. you blushed furiously as nobara texted you those things.

Kugisaki

didn't you say you like those kinds of dom sub thing?

You

OH MY GOD! NOBARA I regret sharing anything with you

Kugisaki

I will tell him hehehe Anyways, listen. Get laid, and text me how it was.

You

you get laid. mother fucker

Kugisaki

love you too babes <3

you looked at the book for a brief second before you snatched it and walked to your class. you waiting till the dormatory closed up and sneaked into the mens dorm. you slithered to the check room to find megumi's room. fushiguro 444, you kept whispering as you went through the dorm numbers. you found the dorm room as you sighed, fixing your oversized t-shirt and shorts and hair. you knocked slightly standing there in the dark as you shifted on your feet. you went to knock again, but before your knuckles touched the door it flew open.

a naked megumi, dripping wet and only a white towel wrapped lowly around his waist, his v-cut dripping through and a tattoo showing through the towel around his lower torso. "y/n?" his voice snapped your eyes back to his blue ones. your breathing hitched as you looked at his face. slightly flushed and his glasses fogged up and wet, dripping like his perfectly chissled abs. "what are you- how did you get in?" he whisper-shouted, the spare towel drying his hair.

"i sneaked in." you whispered back, "you left your book," you said, extending your hand and presenting him his book. his eyes lowered to your hand, and then to your bare legs and slowly got up, checking you out. his gaze lingered on your breasts before they went to your eyes and your bright red cheeks. "take it." you said, shooving it in him.

"you came all the way here for the book?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe as he cleaned his glasses and put the spare towel on his shoulder. a small smirk placed on his lips as his slender fingers gently caressed his chin. his slight subtle showing from his wet face. "speak up, y/n."

your mind jumbled as you opened your mouth but no words came, you closed your mouth with a tick from your jaw, so you tried again. "i couldn't sleep with it in my mind." he leaned closer, his face inches away from your eyes as your eyes shifted from his eyes to his lips nervously. you gulped as you tried to back up but your feet wouldn't buldge.

"that's it? that's all that was on your mind?" he whispered, his hot breath hitting your lips as you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and praying this was a dream.

"that's all." you said turning away and walking away with a huge pang in your chest. you flinched as his hand grabbed your wrist making me turn, "megumi!" you whisper-shouted.

"that's all?" he asked, his mouth inches away from yours. your breathing hitched as your eyes travelled down to his full pink lips, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed deeply looking at your flushed face and eyes which were focused on his glossed lips. "nothing else?" his voice barely a whisper as you flinched when the lights suddenly flickered from the storm outside.

"i have to go." you said in a shaky breath, "they will close the dorm gates." he frowned looking at your stilled face. his hand squeezing into your arm creating a small bruise, "megumi..." you whimpered, your hands overlapping his as you squeezed it, trying to loosen his grip. "let go of me."

his eyes snapped to your arm and he let go, clearing his throat and taking a few steps back, scratching the back of his neck he looked at you with a different look. before his sapphire eyes always trembled when they found yours, but now they held a darker shade and stilled, focusing on you with his pupils dialated.

"i'm sorry," he mumbled, "see you in class." he said, turning away with a pang in his heart, and a mutual one for you. for the next few days, you avoided megumi like he was the plague. whenever you would see him in a room, you ran to a different one. your hands shook if you two were in a close proximity, even with friends. you didn't understand if it was attraction or something else.

you looked in the mirror before you went to class, you got a letter from the dean regarding a complaint and you had to see him today so you dressed more appropriate and formal than your usual hoodie and dark washed jeans. the short plaid skirt, matched with a white blouse and a leather jacket and a lose tie to add everything together, you sighed pushing your dark hair away from your face.

back in the dean's office, you opened the door with shaky hands to see the older man. another person sat in front of him, megumi. your heart beat fastened up as your eyes widened. "mr. yoshinobu," you said, sitting beside megumi who looked even hotter with his red star wars hoddie and black sweatpants. you clenched your thighs as you looked at the dean.

"there was a rumor that you broke into the men's dorm, ms. y/n. is that true?"

about thirty minutes of lying and denying you and megumi were finally out. your heart was beating so fast from this, megumi, how the heat between your legs were spreading and you could practically feel the slick drop down your thighs. you breathed heavily, standing in front of the massive doors to the dean's office and just blankly stared at the wall.

"come with me." he said, pulling your wrist again. you yelped as he dragged you to the storage room on the opposite side of the hallway. he yanked you inside and closed the door, locking it with a swift movement of his hand, your eyes widened as you frowned. "a trick satorou taught me. nothin' special." he said, leaning against the door. "now tell me, why have you been ignoring me?"

"ignoring you?" you scoffed, "no! i've just... been busy." you shrugged, crossing your hands over your chest as you got pushed into the wall by his tall stature.

"hmm." he said, leaning down to look at you deeply, his nose grazing against yours as he bend at the waist, "y/n... you're gonna ruin me." you couldn't process his words before he smashed his lips into yours. your eyes widened as you melted into the kiss, your hands wrapping around his raven hair as you moaned into his mouth, making his groan and push you further into the wall, his large hands taking your leather jacket off. it fell on the ground with a cackling noise as you catched your breath.

"megumi... not here!" you whisper-shouted as his fingers worked your blouse buttons.

"yes here." he said breathlessly and kissed you again. this time softer and more passionate, he slowly pulled your bra down, making your boobs pop out as he gently massaged them. he broke the kiss off, admiring your assests for a while before his lips latched onto your nipples. his teeth grazed on as you whimpered, your hand wrapping around his hair as you bit your lips.

his spare hand went up your thighs, sliding your panties to the side before he gently circled your wet cunt. your hips bucked to feel his touch more. he let out a dark chuckle as he inserted a finger inside, slowly pumping in and out. his thick rimmed glasses already fogging up at the bottom. he increased the pace as your moans got louder and quicker, he added another digit making your legs shake as you screamed into his chest, muffling the sound as he kissed your cheek. "shh... shh... it's okay, let it out, y/n. let it out." he cooed, letting you ride his hands as your slick and come dripped down his hand. "let me take care of you." he whispered, his thumb circling your bud, you whimpered, gripping onto his arm for support as you breathed heavily.

"next time, we're doing more." he whispered as he placed a soft kiss in your cheek before leaving the storage room. you stood for a moment buttoning up the rest of your blouse as you took in a deep breath.

what the fuck just happened?

sorry this was a bit too long! but yeah, hope you enjoy the little star wars references in there too haha. lmk what you guys think! g'day<33

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[toomanygoldfish]

apple juice at a coffee shop

“could I get an apple juice?” Your order may be fairly simple but at least it’s consistent.

you and Iwaizumi were at a local coffee shop, wasting your time before the movie you were supposed to watch started.

“sure! what size?” She looked up at you expectantly.

“let’s go with… medium” The barista picked up a cup and wrote something small on it before passing it to her coworker.

“of course one medium apple juice coming right up!” She turned to Iwaizumi, “and for you sir?”

his eyes widened in surprise like he wasn’t expecting to be asked something like that. His eyes frantically looked into the menu.

“Oh…. Um …. Can I get a medium London fog?” The barista smiled lightly at him before marking his cup and handing it to her coworker once more.

“of course. Is that it for you two?” she asked mildly. Iwaizumi looked to you in mild panic.

Noticing his panic you quickly end the conversation,“yup, thank you” you turn to your boyfriend.

“iwa? A London fog? I didn’t take you for a tea kind of person”

“it’s tea??” “yes?? What did you think you got?!” You notice someone standing behind him, so you loosely pull his arm, guiding him out of the person’s way.

“I don’t know? It was on the board as a barista favorite, and I’ve never been here before, so I was kinda caught off guard.”

Chuckling lightly you look at him with a raised brow, “you got a new drink because it was somebody’s favorite?”

“yes…” He leans against the pickup counter, “to be fair I didn’t know what else to get.”

You stare into his soul for a second longer before looking away, “you’re strange.”

“ and yet, you love me for it.” He reaches for you hand and holds it in his own.

“that I do,” you squeeze his hand affectionately, “your tea is ready”

he grabs his tea from the barista and walks away, he pulls you after him not once letting go of your hand. once you are a few meters away from the counter he pauses and brings the cup up to his nose, sniffing hard. he pauses for a moment, seemingly trying to figure out how to feel about the smell before going in for another sniff. He does this three more times.

“Pfft- you look like a weirdo right now, just a buff dude leaning over his hot drink sniffing hard” you start to pull him towards the exit, he follows you haltingly, stopping every few feet to sniff the cup again.

“Have you ever had a London fog?” He walks to the door and pushes it open, holding it for you as you step through it.

“no, I don’t know what’s in it”

“neither do I”

“ you should look it up, let’s sit here”

You sit down on a bench outside the coffee shop. You had started to take some small sips of your apple juice as you checked you socials. When you glance over at Iwaizumi, he is intensely staring at his phone.

He puts down his phone and catches your eye, “it is gray tea and steamed milk” he gives you a small smile and you return it.

He goes to take a si, but right before he sips, he brings the cup back up to your nose. You snort because he has never been the type of person to be scared by trivial things, let alone a new drink.

He turns to you once more,“it smells like lavender, smell it” he passes you the drink, carful not to spill its hot contents on you. you bring it closer to you nose, and take a deep breath. “ooo it does! Take a sip!”

He very cautiously brings it to his lips. Iwaizumi takes a tentative sip then closes his eyes, deep in thought.

He hesitates then says “it tastes like lavender… it tastes like how a microwave sock smells”

You blanch,“I’m sorry? A microwave sock?”you swivel to look him in the eyes, and repeat very slowly “a microwave sock?”

He places his drink down on the table. “you know….” He pauses to think for a second “The one where you put it in the microwave and heat it up, some girls use it for cramps?”

You blink incredulously at him. “a rice sock?”

“yes! that’s the thing, here try it!” You grab the drink from in front of him, you drink slowly, careful not to burn you tongue.

You pause to think carefully, and the more you think about it the more you realize that he had gotten the taste spot on. “oh, OH your right!!”

you slide the drink back over to him, and he grabs it and starts to drink. He manages to burn his tongue. Iwaizumi takes another sip and wrinkles his nose. “Do you not like it?” He face was scrunched up adorably, but it softened into a small smile when he saw you looking at him.

“it’s not my favorite,” he says honestly “I mean, it feels like something you would take studying, but I’m not studying, I’m on a date with my lover”

now it’s your turn to wrinkle your nose at his wording. “don’t say it like that! It sounds like I’m you affair partner”

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and sips at his drink again, he gives a noncommittal “Mmm.”

you look at his face and chuckle. “You can toss it ya know”

“with the liquid in the cup?”

You shrug “I don’t see why not, you could also pour it out”

He checks his phone and goes to stand up, “ok, our movie is in like 3 minutes, let’s go.” The two of you start on your way to the theater behind you. Iwaizumi stops next to the plants running next to the walk way. He pulls the lid off of the cup and slowly pours it into the ground. You speak up from behind him.

“do you think it’s cannibalism?”

“what?” “giving your tea to the plants,” you pause and stare intently at the wet patch of dirt, “they are drinking the soul of their brethren” he gives you a strange look before putting the lid on the cup.

“I think everything is a cannibal if giving the chance.” He shrugs and throws his cup into a trash can nearby. “given the chance… iwa I think you mean, ‘put in dire situation’ cause if you say it like that….” You widened your eyes, chuckling and look deliberately to the side.

Iwaizumi gives you a weird look before grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. “Alright, let’s move on from that topic, let’s go to the movies”

You smile widely, “with your affair partner!”

“no-“

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[jae-bummer]

Fake Boyfriends & Melted Ice Cream

Request: I’m super excited that you have requests open! 🥰 May I have either Yoongi or Bang Chan pretending to be your boyfriend to help you out of a tight spot, and if a second prompt is allowed, include the quote about needing to stop meeting like that. If only one, then just the pretending to be your boyfriend. Please, thank you, and wishing you all the best life has to offer! 😽

Prompt:

7) "We really need to stop meeting like this."

13) Your bias pretends to be your partner to get you out of a sticky situation.

Pairing: Stray Kids Bang Chan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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If there was a tenth circle of Hell, it would be the grocery store.

Your shoulders were bunched up nearly to your ears as you navigated your cart down one of the endless aisles in search of laundry detergent. Things were too expensive and there were entirely too many people clogging up the areas where you needed to be. Suddenly your clothes were too tight and the sounds were much too loud. This whole experience was a sensory disaster.

Finally eying your usual brand, you reached up on your tiptoes to grab it. Struggling for a moment, you heaved a sigh before giving a helpless little jump.

"Need some help?" an oddly familiar voice asked.

Turning around, you narrowed your eyes at the man dressed completely in black. He kept his hat pulled low over his face, causing you to pause for a moment and wrack your brain over where you had heard him before.

"Ah!" you gasped, the familiarity clicking. "Chris, how are you?"

He smirked before pushing his hat up a bit. "Good, good, just here grabbing ice cream for the kids."

You chuckled to yourself. If anyone else had been eavesdropping, they would have thought he meant his actual children, but you knew better. You had met Chan nearly a year ago when you had moved to Korea. Doing a few English tutoring stints with his company, you had bumped into him a dozen times. Of course he had never really needed your help with the language, but he was always one for kindness and small talk.

"Such a noble father," you grinned. Looking back up to your original task, you turned back toward him, and furrowed your brows. "No offense or anything, but-"

"Y/N," he said simply, placing his hand in a stop motion between you. "I may not be tall, but I am tall enough."

Smothering a giggle, you nodded as the man walked forward and concentrated on the laundry detergent in question. Looking around to make sure there were no store attendants to chastise him, he hopped up on the lowest shelf and leveraged the extra height. Reaching as far as he could, he finally snagged the container you needed and hopped down.

"Thank you," you hummed, plopping it into your shopping basket.

"No worries," he smiled easily. "We really need to stop meeting like this, yeah? We should go to a proper lunch some time."

"Oh," you squeaked, a bit dazed. In all of the one-off conversations you had with Chan, you never thought he would want to go anywhere beyond that. "Yeah, sure. That would be great."

"Cool," he said with a nod. "We'll sort that out then. I'll let you get back to it."

"Thanks again," you nodded, your brain in a bit of a fog. Bang Chan really just asked you for a lunch date. No, not a date, your brain halted. He asked you as a colleague to go to lunch with him in a totally platonic way because he apparently enjoyed your presence.

"That's still a pretty big win," you muttered to yourself, trying not to dive head first into delusions. Chan was objectively one of the most handsome people you had ever encountered. Disregarding the whole idol part, even without the makeup and hair, he was adorable. More importantly though, his personality was gold star. You had never met someone more open and caring to those he hardly even knew.

Enjoying the momentary high that came along with a positive interaction, you swerved toward the next aisle only to crash into someone doing the same.

"Hey!" a woman gasped, taking a step back. Shaking your head a bit, you did the same.

"I am so sorry, I wasn't paying atten-" you began, but finally made eye contact with the collision. Maybe it wasn't too late to commit a hit and run...

"Y/N," she purred, her voice turning sickeningly sweet. "It's been so long!"

"It has," you cringed, looking the girl up and down. Lynn had been one of your best friends when you had first moved to Korea ("had" being the key word in that sentence.) Just as you thought the two of you couldn't have grown any closer, she had decided it would be an appropriate time to start dating your boyfriend.

In and of itself, it was something that wasn't a huge deal. Or at least it wouldn't have been if she had waited for you to actually break up with him first. Nothing like a gut punch to your heart by two people you thought you had trusted to really make you feel alive.

"How have you been?" she asked. You took a deep breath before responding. You could humor her, it wouldn't kill you.

"I've been great," you hummed. "What about you?"

"Oh, amazing," she grinned disingenuously. You nodded, counting down the seconds until you could gracefully step away from the conversation.

"Oh, good," you said, trying not to to frown. "It was great seeing-"

"We just got engaged!" she gasped, throwing her hand in the air. "Isn't that great?"

"Of course you did," you grimaced. "That was quick. Congratulations, really."

"Jae's around here somewhere. I'm sure he would love to see you!" she smiled, glancing over her shoulder. The dread quickly began to pool in your stomach. You simply could not do this.

"Baby!" Lynn gasped, signaling over to a tall frame you were much too acquainted with. "Baby, Y/N is here!"

Snapping his head around immediately, his eyes locked on yours. Now would be a great time for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

As he came closer, you could have sworn the temperature had changed.

"Y/N," Jae smiled. "How are you?"

"She's good!" Lynn said, wrapping nearly her whole body around his. It was very anaconda-esque and weirdly impressive. "I just told her we got engaged!"

Jae looked pained as he glanced from his new fiance to you. As he searched your face for any sort of reaction, you could almost see an embarrassed expression peak through.

"Y/N!" Lynn said, snapping you back to the conversation. "We should get dinner and catch up, don't you think?"

"Oh," Jae said, shaking his head immediately. "I'm sure Y/N is very busy."

"You would make time, wouldn't you?" Lynn asked innocently. "It could be a double date! Unless you don't have someone.."

Bitch.

You took a deep breath and tried to fortify your patience. You could get through this.

"Actually, I-"

"Lovie," a voice sounded from around the corner. Without looking, you felt an arm snake around your waist and tuck you into it's side. Trying to tap down the panic, you glanced to Chan who had suddenly appeared. Ice cream in hand, he sat it gingerly in your basket. "I told you to stay close!

Let me take this, it must be heavy," he hummed, taking the basket and placing it in the hand that wasn't preoccupied with holding you.

Glancing up in mock surprise, he looked back and forth between Jae and Lynn. "Who's this?"

"Oh, uh..." you trailed, your brain trying to catch up with the situation. Was Chan really taking the time to bail you out? "This is Lynn, and her fiance, Jae."

You could see Jae swallow hard after your explanation. He deserved to feel uncomfortable. Plus, how would you ever introduce him as your ex boyfriend?

"Nice to meet you both!" Chan grinned.

"Y/N," Lynn said, the smile slipping from her face as she sized up your "boyfriend." "Who's this?"

"Oh, sorry," you said quickly. "This is Chan."

"Channie," Lynn said, keeping her tone cool as she swallowed him with her eyes. "Is it okay if I call you that?"

"I would prefer if you wouldn't," Chan said, towing the line between a smile and a cringe.

Lynn immediately fell into silence, causing Jae to perk up. "I didn't know Y/N had started seeing someone new. How'd you two meet?"

Of course he wouldn't. It's not like the two of you were actually talking.

"Work," Chris chimed. "Y/N teaches English at the company I work for."

"What company is that?" Jae asked, quirking a brow.

"I work in the music industry," Chan said patiently. "Producing and a few other things."

Understatement of the year.

"Y/N and I used to be close!" Lynn pouted. "We definitely need to meet up now!"

Chan looked at you knowingly before pulling you closer. You were basically melted into his side at this point. You couldn't lie to yourself though, the contact felt good, especially coming from him. Your head swam as you attempted to grapple with the situation while simultaneously trying to calm your speeding heart rate. He tended to have that effect on you on a normal day, let alone when you were pretending to be together.

"I dunno," Chan said finally. "Y/N would you feel comfortable with that?'

You glanced up at him through your lashes. Popping your mouth open to answer, you weren't exactly sure what to say.

Chan chuckled before pressing a kiss into your hair. A KISS. INTO YOUR HAIR. You tried to quiet the mental screaming so you could hear him speak.

"My Y/N is pretty overwhelmed with their schedule these days," he said quietly. "I'm not sure if they would be able to shift things around for us to all meet."

"You would make time!" Lynn insisted. "There's so much we need to hear about you two! This is a total surprise."

"Lynn," Jae said sternly. It was interesting to see him issue the brat a warning.

"What!" she gasped. "I'm just terribly surprised! You never seemed like one to go out with someone like him!"

She appraised Chan again with greedy eyes. Apparently she didn't think you could pull someone successful or good looking...but then...

Jae looked down at Lynn in dismay. "She went out with me."

You looked to Chan who was eating up the scene in front of him. He gave a squeeze to your hip and attempted to choke off his laughter.

"I know, baby," Lynn whined. "Don't get defensive. I just meant-"

"Well, our ice cream seems to be melting," Chan hummed as he looked forlornly at the basket. "We better get going. It was nice meeting you!"

"Y/N! I'll text you!" Lynn insisted.

"I really hope you already have her blocked," Chan whispered into your ear as he steered you away.

"Everywhere," you nodded. "Even the Facebook she uses to recruit people into her multi-level marketing scheme."

"She seems like the type," he muttered, glancing over his shoulder at the couple now behind you. You could still hear them quietly bickering. "I really hope you don't mind me stepping in. I was coming by again to ask you something and may have accidentally eavesdropped a bit."

"Accidentally?"

"Alright, full on eavesdropped because I have never heard someone so..."

"So?"

"Absolutely fucking foul."

"Chris!" you gasped, trying not to laugh too loudly. Even though the two of you had gone toward the front of the grocery, he still had his arm protectively around you.

"Seriously!" he said, his eyes wide. "They're miserable!"

"I don't mind you stepping in at all," you laughed, allowing this moment to wash over you. It was nice to know that someone actually cared enough to save you in a less than ideal situation. Let alone that person being Bang Chan.

And had you daydreamed too close to the sun or did he actually kiss your head at one point?

"Okay," Chan nodded. "I never want to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable, but at that point, I think I was the lesser of two evils."

You nodded as the two of you finally reached the register. "No, no evil at all. I very much appreciated it."

Chan smiled before pulling away from you. The sudden absence of contact immediately plunged you into reality. "What was your question by the way? That you were coming back to ask?"

"Oh," Chan hummed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wasn't sure if it was too forward...but...how do you feel about caramel swirl ice cream?"

"I mean, not negatively," you laughed.

"I've got two spoons," he said, tilting his head to the side. "One of them could be yours."

If it were physically possible to have a sentence stop your heart, that one would be it.

"Sure," you nodded, not actually sure at all if you had even heard him correctly. "That sounds like fun."

"Great," Chan grinned. "Maybe if you ask nicely we can see where it tastes better, from the carton or my lips?"

Your eyes grew wide as you openly gaped at him. "What?"

"Kidding!" he laughed, throwing his hands into the air. "Unless you aren't in which case I'm totally serious."

You opened your mouth and immediately closed it. Giving the barest nod, you could see the tension relax from his shoulders.

"Good, good," he nodded, focusing more intently on getting his items on the conveyor belt. You could see the tips of his ears blazing bright red. "If I'm going to be your fake boyfriend, I just need some experience, that's all."

You continued to stare at him, only croaking out a laugh after a moment of silence.

"Good talk," he grinned sheepishly. "Remind me to bring it up again later."

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[toska-writes]

Clone commandos request if possible. 😁 Could you do delta squad. where on a mission they get captured along with the Padawan, and get protective when they try to separate them or interrogate them.

So i thought about writing a fic based on todays bad batch episode (but I need to get some of the requests done- if you wanna request some Wolffe *wink wink* that’s ok)

“Got your back”

Summary: a mission goes south with the delta squad but they have your back

Paring: The delta Squad/ republic commandos x padawan!reader (PLATONIC OFC)

Warning: slight mentions of injury and imprisonment nothing too bad… the most scary- not proofread

Word count: 1688

Notes: Delta Squad fics are not my “most popular” but ones I always do so much for and I don’t know why

Also I swear to god someone asked to join the Taglist but I can’t remember nor find it so let me know!

"Can you focus for one second Scorch? EVER?" Fixed screamed through the comms, you could see his tense movements from a mile away as the squad ducked once again behind a wall.

Boss could only nod this head, he quickly spun around from where you, Sev and him were hiding to shoot an incoming droid.

"Sorry Scorch I can't defend you this time it's not looking good." You spoke between gasp of your own breath, the adrenaline from the long hours fighting wearing on you and the whole group.

Sev leaned heavily on Fixer from where you could see him, though Scorch as of now was doing a good job covering them.

"Boss," You yelled over the hiss of a smoke bomb going off- the contents of which were going in your eyes and making you cough. "I'm all out of ideas here."

The comando spared you a glance for a second, you feared what his face would have looked like if his helmet was discarded.

Boss looked down at the padawan for a moment. A thin cut ran along their cheek way too close to their eye for Boss’s comfort. He watched their head whip around looking through the fog desperately before a huge bang went off.

After a moment of slight ringing Boss felt the bump of another person against his side. The padawan looked around frantically for the force of the bomb before looking up to the comando.

In a more solemn voice they asked. “Boss what are we gonna do?”

Boss thought about their options then. Backed into the corner of what should have been an abandoned outpost, on of their men injured and the rest ready to collapse from exhaustion. He as a leader thought he was better than this but Boss felt as if he walked his squad right into this trap.

“The missions easy enough for us.” Boss had said only hours before. A knot sat in his stomach but the team needed an easy mission, a break from their last fiasco with the bugs.

He’s never been more wrong in his life.

While he was lost in thought, Boss nearly missed Scorch sliding up next to their leader, his panicked voice tried to fill Boss’s ears.

For a moment the other comando didn’t realize the trooper in yellow was talking until Scorch made a shhh gesture with his hand.

That’s when you noticed it too, the complete lack of noise. No more clanker chatter or blaster bullets from each side. Just the low hiss of the fog that didn’t seem to die down.

You opened your mouth to say something before the unmistakable scraping of metals filled your ears.

“Rollies! get down!” Scorch shouted pulling you and Boss to the floor with him. About 5 Droidekas emerged from the smoke…. Lucky you guys.

“Scorch handle them.” Boss yelled using his hands to signal something at Fixer and Sev at the speed of light. His gruff tone scratched your ears but you all seemed pretty fed up at the situation.

Blaster bullets were blocked by your lightsaber left and right until the next words made your heart drop all together. “Out of hand grenades sir.” Scorch ripped his blaster out now but the shields were too strong on the droids.

“Down the hall!” Fixer yelled as both He and Sev passed the 3 of you, a way out hopefully planned.

You felt them before you saw them, you tried skidding to a stop before turning into the next hall as a hand shot out to grab Boss.

“Shit.” Was the only thing you could say, before they could question what you meant a group of comando droids emerged with guns drawn.

“You’ve got to be joking me.” Sev rasped out, his arm shook while he tried to lift his blaster up and fire. The tiredness leaked off of him though you were sure it did for everyone.

A ring of blue light hit the wall behind you. It didn’t make sense though, comando droids weren’t the type to show mercy.

Your lightsaber flashed along the darkened walls trying to keep the nimble droids away, why couldn’t the separatists just send the normal clankers.

Once again the hall was engulfed in a think smoke. You heard more blasters going off but you feared you were getting more and more disoriented. After a moment you heard a sickening thunk next to you and you assumed the worst.

In the blink of an eye you felt the blast hit its mark and half your body go limp. Unlike the bulking clones you were with it only took about 2 hits before you were out.

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Boss was the first one to awaken. His head bobbed around and his eyes fluttered open. Boss reached his hand up only to finally realize that his armor was gone.

He laid there for a moment, confusion laced his face. What had happened to him? To them….

In a split second Boss shot up to a sitting position , which his head greatly protested, and looked for the rest of his squad.

Relief was one of the best things in the galaxy in this moment. In the dim light of the ray shield keeping them in Boss could count the 3 other comandos and the form of their padawan knocked out next to Scorch.

Sev still looked bad as now Boss could get the full view of his gash along his side- the blacks on all of the men seemed to be tattered.

Boss observed their surroundings for a moment before giving a light tap to Fixer on the foot. When that didn’t work the first time a much hard kick was implemented.

Fixer gasped awake along with Scorch after a “friendly” tap from the clone comando.

I didn’t take Scorch long before he leaned back against the wall and groaned, clearly he knew the situation at hand.

Boss could only stare for another second at Sev, guilt rummaged through his insides as he helped his injured brother up ultimately waking him as well. This was his fault and Boss couldn’t shake that.

“Fixer start working on those bindings.” Boss ordered unable to keep his gaze on the unconscious padawan. Clearly to the eyes of their captors the Jedi was the bigger threat.

Sev hissed for a moment now finding a new brother to lean on.

You came to with the feeling of someone’s exposed hands brushing against your arms. The pounding in your head was present but the blanket of confusion was much scarier.

“Thanks for joinin’ us.” The unmistakable voice of scorch chimed in. Your eyes strained against the darkness but you could tell what the problem was.

The cool metal hurt your wrists as Fixer fiddled with them muttering a small apology every once in a while.

Boss’ low voice filled the cell, plans of just how they would get out to fight another day. Your eyes scanned the worrisome group.

Scorch sat fidgeting with his hands trying desperately to listen but you could see the worry in his eyes as clear as day.

Fixer sat in front of you cursing and apologizing but he just couldn’t seem to do anything useful without his tools and data pad.

Sev’s eyes closed everyone once in a while and you could see the fight to remain in the moment, though his scowl never seemed to be wiped off.

And finally Boss. His voice was level and low just like the countless other times you heard him give directions, however this time was different. He knew this wasn’t in their favor and he was worried beyond belief.

Someone had to stay strong for them all.

Your heartbeat beat out of your chest, a dull throb started in your temples the feeling seemed vaguely familiar.

“I think someone’s coming.” For the first time you were unsure in the force. Fixer faltered for a moment before meeting your eyes. “It’s probably these. Messing with you.” He shook the bindings.

Though to your surprise, and relief in a way, someone did make their way down the hall. Boss spoke out quickly as you averted your gaze, sweat started to form on your brow.

“We need a medic.” It was hard to call it pleading despite where Boss said it from his position on the floor, but it was definitely more of a demand.

2 masked figures approached though they seemed to ignore Boss all together.

“We need the Jedi.” The cool voice stated only once.

Everyone seemed to freeze for a moment unsure about which group would make the first move.

“Get up.” Was demanded at you and you glanced around meeting Boss’ eyes for only a moment before you gripped onto the sleeve of Fixer.

The ray shield was down now and the larger figure stepped in. “I’m not asking again”

“Like kriff they’re going with you.” Scorch stood in front of you now. His full height filled up their line of sight.

“Move clone.” For a second Scorch was pushed back that was until Boss stood as well and shoved their captor away from his brother.

Before the other could react with their blaster Scorch was all over them. Fixer taking the hint that their time was now scrambled to get their other brother still on the floor.

Your eyes were blown wide with the loud alarm that was set off. You felt someone grab your arm as you were still in a little daze.

“I hope you didn’t think we were really gonna let them take ya.” Scorch said as the group rushed down the halls.

You thought about that for a moment, had there truly been something to worry about while you were surrounded but the Delta Squad, your brothers?

A smile broke out of your face and Scorch seemed to get your reply.

“I hope you know.” Scorch called over his shoulder. “You’re never picking the missions by yourself again Boss.”

An angry yell was heard from somewhere behind you replacing the fear in your body with a laugh. “You were the one to pick the bug mission Scorch!”

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[kiwi2229]

Tiny steps

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 806 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Table

“Please.” James is looking at him with those puppy eyes that are really hard to resist. Not that Regulus is not trying. “I wanna see.”

“Stop whining, this blackmail is not gonna work.”

“But you saw Prongs,” James whines again. Ever since James found out Regulus is an animagus he hasn’t shut up about it.

“It’s not a big deal, James.”

James hesitates for a moment and then something victorious sparkles in his eyes. “You know, Reggie, I’m surprised. This is not very Slytherin of you. I thought you would be proud of what you achieved but maybe it’s that easy that everyone can do it. I mean I did.”

“It is not easy!” Regulus hisses and he knows he walked himself into that trap the second the words leave his mouth.

“So why don’t you show me?”

Regulus breathes out. Why can’t James just let things go. “He doesn’t like being around people,” Regulus admits truthfully.

This makes James to pause. “Oh, but… he would like me, wouldn’t he?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Why?” James asks sadly. Regulus walks towards James’ bed to stand between his legs. He softly cradles through the boy’s black curls and smiles at the feeling of James leaning to the touch.

“There are instincts in you, that you can control when you are human. But when you are an animal, your thoughts are not that clear.”

James rests his chin on Regulus' chest looking up at him. “Let me try, please.”

Regulus sights. It’s a lost battle he knows it. He kisses the top of James' head and takes a few steps back. “Don’t be disappointed if this won’t work out.”

Regulus takes a deep breath. Usually, he goes in his animagus form to the forest with no one around. He climbs the trees and digs in the ground. He has his favourite spot on the roof of one of the towers where he just lies in the sun for hours.

He feels the magic in him, the second heartbeat and shifts.

As always, the world seems a lot bigger from the perspective of a small kitten. He shakes his head to clear some fog of his brain. His head snaps to look at the source of the voice. “Reggie, you are so cute!” Before he can react, James is on his feet, taking long steps and reaching towards him.

The kitten squeaks and in a second it’s hiding behind the leg of the table. “Oh, Reg I’m sorry,” James says as he sits on the ground in front of the table. Regulus pushes through the kitten's instincts. He doesn’t want James to think he doesn’t like him. It feels better when the boy is sitting down. “I won’t be loud again, I promise.”

Regulus meows softly. He can see James biting his lip to stay quiet. He slowly walks around the table, his paws silent against the rug. He stops a few feet from the boy holding very still. James smiles at him as he whispers “Hello.”

He lifts his hand to touch him. Regulus fights the kitten again keeping it stay at the same spot. He digs his claws into the rug. He won’t run. He can’t, but hell he wants to. He can hear the fearful whine grumble in the kitten’s chest, his paws trembling. James snatches his hand away and the kitten flinches at the sudden movements.

They both hold very still as James clearly works something out in his mind. The kitten relaxes a little bit. “Oh, you are afraid of hands,” James says softly as he stares at his hands like they personally offended him. “I’m sorry, love. But you know I wouldn’t hurt you, right?” Regulus nods because he knows that. It’s James. “But instincts…” James whispers more to himself in understanding.

Before Regulus can do anything else James is moving again. He lies on the floor on his stomach, his arms folded underneath his chest. “How about this? See? I won’t touch you.”

The kitten eyes him suspiciously, but without the big grabby hands, it is easier for the kitten to move. Regulus hasn’t realised that this could be the solution. He slowly approaches the boy, who patiently holds very still. He stops in front of him looking deep into those brown eyes.

“You are very beautiful,” James whispers and when the kitten just blinks in interest he continues. “I love the grey colour. Also, don’t bite me, but I can’t get over how fluffy and cute you are.”

Regulus wrinkles his nose the long whiskers flying around as James laughs. With his heightened hearing the sound completely surrounds him. It’s not deafening or threatening. No. James' laughter was always calming for Regulus. He meows happily and bumps his nose against James' glasses leaving a smudged spot.

“We got this, little one,” James promises and the kitten purrs.

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[deangirlsstuff67]

Modern Lady

Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: clit piercing, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), Unprotected sex, p in v, anal play,

Summary: Soldier Boy learns just how much women have changed...

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You're all tense and wound up from losing the fight with Homelander when the fucker showed his face at herogasm. Honestly, You're personally tense in more ways than one. Seeing what happens around herogasm has you simmering dangerously close to a full blown orgasm. A slight breeze could make you cum.

Soldier Boy was with you all today. You couldn't help the jealousy when he would talk about being the founder. Then when you and him were partnered together as a cover to get in the jealousy got worse. Soldier Boy's hungry eyes roamed over the hundreds of naked bodies as you searched the house together. At one point you made the mistake of looking down, he was deliciously hard under his suit.

If he noticed you eye fucking him, he never said anything. Now you were back in the horrible bunker Butcher has you in. Without a word you walk to the room you've claimed as a makeshift bedroom. You are hot, frustrated, and soaking your fucking underwear.

You need to get off.

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Two fingers deep in your sopping pussy as you try to get yourself over the edge. Somethings missing. You don't hear when he enters your room. Don't know that his hungry eyes are taking you in. Lost in the fog, you're so close yet so far away.

He makes his presence known when he can't stand it anymore. Walking up to where you lay, he pinches the jewelry you have nestled between your lower lips. Your y/e/c eyes snap open connecting with his lust blown ones. Your body shutters as he sends it into your first orgasm. Green eyes never leave yours, just watching as you come undone by his touch.

You're much younger than the women he usually fucks. Sure, older women are more experienced and adventurous. Sliding his fingers over your wet hole, he groans, feeling just how sloppy you are. Yes, older women are wonderful, but he could definitely get use to sliding his dick into your wet and wild ride.

No words are exchanged as he dips two thick fingers into your greedy little hole. One orgasm isn't enough for him. He wants to watch you come undone again and again until your nothing more than a limp rag doll.

What you don't know is behind the arrogant, sexist, rude supe is a man who truly likes you and doesn't want to hurt you. He only ever wants to be the reason for your pleasure.

His fingers are pumping into you hard and steady as he brings you to the brink again. You've barely noticed his gaze has moved to your soaking core. The piece of metal memorizing him.

Women in the 21st century keep blowing his mind, in many different ways. He reaches is thumb up again to flick your clit ring.

A pained moan escapes your lips. The sound making his hard cock twitch.

Yes he could use to this century.

"Soldier Boy... please."

A dark laugh leaves him, "oh baby doll, I'm about to be face first in this squelching pussy, I want to hear you scream Ben when I make you cum into my mouth."

Oh God, that shouldn't be as sexy as he's husky voice made it sound. But it's actually what you needed to start pulsating around his thick fingers.

"That's it baby girl, give it to me."

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True to his word, seconds after he made me explode on his fingers, he is face first in my dripping core, trying to suck and lick the soul out of my body.

Alternating between fucking me with his tongue and playing with my clit ring, the man is driving me insane.

He pulls two more orgasms from me before he lifts from between my thighs. Face and beard glistening with my arousal, dick hard and trying to escape the tight confines of his suit.

My body is moving before my mind can catch up. I lick his hard cock through his pants making him hiss in pleasure.

I don't like giving head. There's something about this man that makes me want to fall to my knees and please him.

I do just that.

Taking his monster cock out I lick up the underside of it. He's soft, salty, and growing harder the more I lick him up.

Moaning, he grips my hair as he begins to get impatient.

"Y/N, doll, you need to open those pretty lips of yours." He commands.

I listen. Taking him straight to the back of my throat, swallowing around him to get the rest inside. A grunt leaves his lips as his cock twitches in the warmth of my throat.

I grab ahold of his thighs and moan, encouraging him to take control and fuck your throat raw.

He takes the hint and lets you have it. You have to focus on your breathing so your gag reflex doesn't show up.

Only a few moments later he's pulling you off his rigid cock, grunting and breathing heavy.

"Damn woman that was fucking beautiful. Haven't had a good blow job in so long."

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He's behind you thrusting deep into your core. Every thrust he hits your cervix, I swear hus going to bruise it.

Thick fingers are playing with you clit and ring as you tighten around his cock... again. At this point your just holes for him to fuck, you don't even know if you can cum anymore.

The supe stamina is no joke.

"Doll, this pussy is milking me so good." He flicks your clit ring again but this time he adds two wet, thick fingers deep into your tight asshole, making you scream his name as you coat his cock.

Four powerful thrust from both his cock and fingers has him falling over the edge. Hot cum pours into your well used cunt as he rides you softer than before. Emptying everything he has to give.

Falling beside you, he cradles you tight against his chest.

"You know I'm still getting use to this new world, but I think this," he lightly rubs your jewelry, while playing with the mess you both left between your thighs, "is something I could get use to."

Softly kissing your forehead, he picks you up bridal style and takes you to the bathroom to clean you up.

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[riordanness]

change - [r.heffley]

1.6K wordcount

warnings: none

requested: no

I never would have guessed that the same day I lost my only friends would be the day I met my new one.

Heather Hills and I had been best friends since second grade. In fifth, Gracie Miller had made our duo a trio, and ever since then we'd been right as anything. Doing everything together, constantly hanging out and sleeping over at each others houses, planning birthday parties together and giggling over boys together.

But this year? Something was different. Heather and Gracie were acting strange. Like, I'd walk up to them while they were talking and they'd get all quiet, real fast. I'd catch them hanging out without me, finding out via social media.

I was trying to ignore the signs, acting as if everything was as it had always been. But I couldn't anymore.

At lunch earlier today, I'd suggested a visit to the mall after school. We hadn't hung out in a while, and I was missing my girls. Sure, we hung out at school everyday, but all the desks were two seater only. I'll leave it to your imagination who was the odd one out.

Besides, I was in desperate need for clothes. My mother had died when I was just a baby, and my dad was always struggling to make ends meet. I had recently grown out of basically all my clothing, so I'd been saving up every scrap of money I could, working odd jobs for all our neighbours, and finally had enough to go on a little shopping trip.

Heather wrinkled her nose. "I have a dentist appointment, and I'm too tired for the mall today."

I nodded. "That's fair. Get a good night's sleep, tonight, yeah?"

She gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Mhm."

I looked at Gracie. "What about you, Cee?"

She hesitated, glanced at Heather, then shook her head. "I- I have a lot of homework I need to catch up on. Sorry."

I smiled. "No worries. We'll find a time to go."

School had finished twenty minutes ago. I'd said goodbye to the girls at the gate, waved as they climbed into Heather's mum's car (Gracie always got a ride home with them as they lived basically next door to each other) and started the fifteen minute walk to the local mall.

Inside, however, I was met with a nasty surprise. Standing together at the smoothie bar, Heather and Gracie were giggling about something, drinks in hand.

I suddenly felt like I had no air. A lump grew in my throat, and I had to fight to not cry. I turn, and storm back outside. I collapse on a park bench a few hundred meters away, in a little sidewalk park.

Hot, angry, betrayed tears fill my eyes, and I don't stop them this time. I feel so stupid, so angry, so hurt. I should've known. I should have seen the signs, not ignored them like I'd tried to. They didn't want me around anymore. They didn't need me.

I don't know how long I stay there, crying, and silently screaming at myself.

Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I glance up, startled, and hastily brush at my tears. My glasses have fogged up, a few tears staring the lenses. I pull a tissue from my backpack, and quickly wipe them clean.

"Are you alright?"

I glance again at the person. It's a boy, probably my age, with messy brown hair and pretty eyes. He wears a black tshirt with the words 'fuck the patriarchy' on it, with a blue and black flannel over the top. He has black converse, like me, and denim jeans, also like me.

"H-hi," I manage, my voice scratchy from crying. "Can I help you?"

The boy frowns in concern. "You were crying." He says it like a statement, not a question. Not like he's asking why I was crying, but rather just wondering if I was okay.

"I'm fine." I blink away the fresh tears threatening to rise. I won't cry in front of this cute guy again. Once is embarrassing enough. Twice would be unbearable.

"Okay," the boy says, in a voice that implies he doesn't even kind of believe me. "Want some company? You planning on going shopping?"

I frown slightly. "Uh, yeah. I need new clothes. I've been saving up."

The boy tilts his head. "What size are you?"

My eyes widen in surprise, but before I can speak he yelps a little, holding his hands up in surrender.

"I mean- No! I didn't mean it like that. It's just- I just- I have a lot of spare things I don't wear anymore and well, you look like you might fit them. No use using your savings if you don't have to."

I consider this. Usually I don't like charity much, it makes me feel like a desperately poor person, when I'm not poor, just short on cash. But this boy seems really genuine, and I like his style, so maybe the offer of old clothes is a good one to accept.

"Sure, I'd love that," I say. "I'm Y/n." I stand, holding out my hand to shake.

He smiles, and my day gets just a little brighter. "It's lovely to meet you, Y/n. Now c'mon. I'll drive you to my place."

I follow him to the carpark, and he opens the shotgun door of a white van, marked with "Löded Diper" on the side.

"Should I be worried about getting into a white van belonging to a total stranger?" I ask teasingly.

The boy laughs. "Nah, you're good. The only people I'm kidnapping with this van are my little dork brother and his friend."

I laugh, climb into the van, and let him shut the door. When he slides into the drivers seat, I look over at him.

"You know, I still don't know your name."

He looks at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Would you believe me if I told you my name was Sir Lancelot Broccoli Vladimir the First?"

I pretend to consider it. "Hmmm, no, not really."

I look at him, and for a whole second we hold the serious act. Then we explode to a fit of laughter.

"No, but really," I manage, striving for composure. "What is your name?"

"Rodrick," he says. "Rodrick Heffley."

"Well it's lovely to meet you, Rodrick Heffley."

He grins. "Okay, Y/n Whatever-Your-Last-Name-Is, ready for a dangerous drive back to my place?"

I raise an eyebrow. "Why not?"

In hindsight, I would've preferred walking there, but Rodrick, and his eyes and his smile and his laugh, they made the almost terrifying experience of his driving kinda worth it.

His house was simple and white, the yard pretty but plain. It looked like a totally normal home.

Rodrick opens the front door for me, holding it open as he smiles down at me. I return it as I duck under his arm, and step into the hallway.

A women steps into the hall, a small boy in her arms. She's pretty, with glasses and shiny brown hair. she sees me and smiles in pleasant surprise.

"Oh, hello there." She steps over and hold her hand out. "I'm Susan. It's lovely to meet you."

As I shake her hand, she glances at Rodrick, a thousand questions in her eyes.

"She's a friend," Rodrick says. "Don't make it weird, Mum."

She smiles. "Oh no no, I won't, honey, I promise."

"Come on, Y/n," Rodrick says, and grabs my hand, steering me away from his mother.

We climb the stairs, passing an adorable dog (who wanted pats that I'd gladly given) and a younger brother, who doesn't give us a second glance.

Upstairs, we enter Rodrick's room. It's surprisingly tidy for a teenage boy's. He has a drum kit, a lot of rock band posters and magazines, and a few piles of clothes and school supplies.

"You play?" I ask, gesturing at the drums.

Rodrick smiles shyly, his gaze sliding to meet mine. "Uh, yeah. I'm in a band."

I raise an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? That's sick, man. I wish I could play the drums. But I've never had the money to get my own kit or anything."

"I could... teach you if you'd like?"

At his suggestion, I hesitate. "I couldn't pay you..."

Rodrick gives me a look. "As if I'd charge you, love."

I flush, and look away.

"Okay..." Rodrick gets all embarrassed, turns in a circle, then digs through his closet for a moment. He pulls out a small tub of neatly folded clothes (I suspect his mother folded them for him), and places it on his bed.

"Here ya are, Y/n/n."

"Y/n/n?" I ask with a small laugh. "That's a new one."

"Is it?" he asks curiously. "So I'm the only one to ever call you that?"

I nod. "Yep, pretty sure."

"Good." He smiles. It's contagious, so I smile right back at him.

"Now," he says, pushing the box towards me. "Take whatever you like."

It's filled with mostly tshirts and hoodies and sweaters, which is perfect, as I have basically no need for new jeans at the moment.

I pull one of the hoodies on, a maroon one with the words "you and i got lost in it" in small, simple writing down one sleeve. It's almost a perfect fit, just a little bit big in all the right place.

"Are all the clothes in this box the same size?" I ask, and Rodrick nods, but he can't tear his eyes away from me.

"What is it?" I laugh.

"N-nothing," he stammers, his cheeks tinting pick and his voice going higher. I bite back an amused smile, and just give him a little meaningful look.

"It's just..." he sighs. "You just look really damn pretty in my clothes."

I instantly get flustered, but can't help my smile. This afternoon might have started pretty awfully, but I could tell it was going to be an amazing night.

#rodrick heffley #fanfiction #diary of a wimpy kid #fanfic #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley fanfiction #doawk

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 2 Group A Match 1

expand for propaganda ↓ (wall of text warning)

Thom Yorke:

"what other musician has a five minute compilation of his moans on stage ? yeah? no one? i thought so. vote thom yorke for my well being"

"He wrote all I need. (sexiest song ever written)"

"He made out with BOTH of the Greenwood brothers (damn)"

"Three Radiohead albums are on the top 10 highest rated album of all time, therefore his cock is massive"

"Vote him please or I will cry - microwave anon"

"I actually do have a locket with his face in it. I wear it everywhere 🙂"

"He was too hot in his Pablo Honey era cant change my mind🗣️🗣️🗣️"

"I just love him so much. He's such a cutie I want to put him in my pocket and take him with me everywhere :)"

"He wrote Spectre (sexy)"

"https://youtu.be/0YuENQZTV0k?si=EM9dx5Ye0bX6Xa4a"

"He would never evade his taxes like SHAKIRA DID."

"I want to meet thom yorke in a a record store where our eyes meet for a split second and we each notice what section the other is looking through and although neither of us is brave enough to start a conversation with the other we go home and fall asleep dreaming of what might have happened if we had gotten up the courage to talk to that cute person in the store and get to know them. I need him so bad it’s appalling"

"He's really cool!! He has had great character development over the years too if you're into that sort of thing. He has a really beautiful soul"

"gotta support grampa"

"hws so fine i want to turn him into a keychain so i can dangle him from my purse & jingle him whenever km bored… i will breath on him until it fogs all over then wipe him with a cloth to keep him clean Like a pair of glasses"

"If he wins I will create the most beautiful victory art you could ever imagine. (My 6th grade graphic design class will finally come in handy)"

"he's got that disease steez hes a flotsam fairy, you can sling him around like those stretchy hands you get in the quarter machine, he'll get mad for a minute but its fine"

"https://pin.it/1v99xvI"

"https://pin.it/4nvY08s"

"Has the voice of an angel"

"I had a dream once that I saw him and Jonny Greenwood walking down the street. I walked up to them and told them how much Radiohead meant to me and asked Thom if he could sign my Pablo Honey CD I had on me for some reason and he pushed me into open traffic and I got hit by a car and died. Jonny laughed. 10/10 dream got killed by Thom Yorke"

"He made Let Down in 1997. Shakira could never"

Shakira:

"ITS SHAKIRA SHAKIRA. le lo lo le lo le??? guys come on. do u even care about latinas."

"Shakira is genuinely hotter than most people on earth, so."

"No one else sounds like Shakira. No one else moves like Shakira. (Whether you think that's a compliment or not is up to you.)"

""is anyone even voting for Shakira" ME. I AM."

"She gives me huge Stacy's mom vibe. Like I'd come over to my friend's house not to hang out with them but to talk to their mom about how her divorce makes her feel and so I volunteer to help around the house or anything she needs. I'll take the task of cleaning out the attic with the black widows I'll mow the lawn on a hot summer day so she can offer me a cold drink for my hard work. Sorry I got lost in thought but she was part of my lesbian awakening and I will not take any Shakira slander"

"Shakira literally made me a lesbian <3"

#most attractive 90s musician #polls #poll #90s music #tournament #90s #thom yorke #radiohead #shakira

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Fate

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader/Sam

Warnings: Monsters as usual (Dijnn), depression, pregnancy, fighting

Summary: With Y/n on the run, Sam's depression can't help but get the best of him while the fate of his relationship and child hangs in the balance.

WC- 2.677k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, This is a part 2 of something I wrote nearly a year ago. "Sam Winchester: Running Away" I

Main Master List // Sam W. Master List

It's weird hiding from the Winchester boys. Weirdly, people are so much nicer to me now. The summer sun in Texas is hot on my back as I walk out of the grocery store. I tried my best to settle down and got a small job at a travel agency. I'm renting a small apartment from an old lady who helped me when I first got off the bus in Bay City.

In the past few months, my body has changed in many ways. I have a larger belly and more cravings than I've ever experienced. I talk to my belly almost every night after I calm down from work. I tell them stories about Sam and Dean. I tell them how their father is a hero, how he's saved the world, and how he has taken my heart with his bright, kind smile.

Like clockwork, every night, there's a message from Sam asking me if I'm doing alright, or begging me if I can just respond. It breaks my heart, but no matter what, I can't bring myself to type back a message. It didn't take long after I walked out of the bunker to know that I was walking away from the person that I love and that my home was disappearing into the background of the Kansas sunset.

Yet I couldn't bear to walk back into the bunker; somewhere in my twisted mind, it told me I had to go. I had to leave it all behind because I wasn't worth it. I wasn't worth the stress, the worry, or anything I might bring down on the Winchester boys.

I thought I had gotten away from it all—the grueling monsters, the death at every corner. I guess I was wrong because one second, I was shopping in a local baby store, and the next, I was somewhere completely different. Some places had air that felt lighter, and some places had my hopes and dreams feel like reality.

There's a warm hand wrapping around my middle. "Good morning, sweetheart." It's a voice I know, a voice I haven't heard in such a long time. One that makes my heart soothe from the racing it's currently doing in my chest. Then, I realize we aren't in the bunker but in a rather nice-looking bedroom. The sound of smaller feet pounding on the ground brings me to look at the doorway. "Anna must be up," Sam says in a whisper, his soft words brushing against my ear and giving me a round of shivers.

Anna comes busting into the bedroom, uncaring to knock on the bedroom door. You think you care but don't after you look at her. Hair as dark as Sams but eyes like yours. A gigantic smile on her chubby cheeks. "MOmmY!" She shouts as she climbs up the bed to get onto your body. You can see Sam out of the corner of your eye. It's a smile you only ever see reserved for you, and you don't know how you managed to be back in his arms and a kid you share together. You're lost in how you got from the store alone pregnant to here in his arms, in bed together with your family.

The feeling stays with you as the day starts, and you watch Sam shift from sweats and a white t-shirt to a pair of shorts and a hawwin shirt. "Aren't you gonna get dressed, baby?" He asks as he catches you staring at him from the bed still. "I… Where are we going?" You ask him, unsure still by the normality of this odd life. "Don't tell me you forgot about the barbecue that Dean invited us to?" He says, a knit-in his brow. You lick your lips and try to think, but there's nothing there, just white clouds that fog your thoughts.

"It's alright if you forgot, babe, just get dressed. It's warm out, so wear that pretty little sun dress you bought a few weeks ago." Sam says as he comes over, planting a kiss on your forehead. "I'm going to get Anna ready, I love you." You stare at the door for a few moments longer, waiting until he's left, and you can hear Sam and Anna talking down the hall. You get up feeling the carpet under your feet and the warmth that radiates through the window.

You do get dressed in the sun dress Sam mentioned. It still had the price tag on it, so you assumed it was the one he was talking about. It fits you perfectly, curved around your hips with ease, and giving everyone who might look at you a perfect display of your breasts. You find a nice pair of sandals and make your way towards the echos of voices.

"There she is," Sam says, happiness and warmth seeping from the kitchen. Anna turns around whipping her head in your direction, she too is dressed in a sundress pinks and purples mixed together with her hair up in braids. "You look good, Mommy," Anna says as she comes over, hugging your leg. You breathe it all in, getting deeper and deeper into it. You aren't sure still unsure how you managed to get here, but you can't say you're mad about it.

The ride to Deans is off, but everything is off for you. Sam can sense it; one hand from the wheel comes to the rest of your exposed knee. "You doin' alright, honey?" he asks, worry laced in his words. You shake your head, giving him more to worry about, but you don't know. All you can think of is the tiny giggles coming from the back seat.

Anna is watching something on a tablet, and her smile glows from whatever she's watching. "Come on, honey. You can talk to me about anything," Sam says, trying to trigger the conversation to continue. "I know, Sam. I'm just trying to be in the moment." You say, and that's the reality of it. Because this moment and the one this morning had been everything you were dreaming about.

"Dean, I just know something is wrong!" I say to my brother as I continue to stare at my phone. The text messages aren't even being read anymore. At least when Y/n was reading them, I knew she was safe; I knew that she was doing alright. I can hear the sigh of frustration fall from my lips as I put the phone back down the library table. "Sam, we can't do anything if she doesn't want us to," Dean says, trying to support both of us.

I lift my head, staring angrily at my brother. "I don't give a shit anymore. I don't care why she ran away. I don't care at all. I just want her back in my life. Now I'm pretty sure Charlie can figure out where she is." I huff out. With a grunt and shake of his head, he's got his phone beside his ear, calling our good friend Charlie.

I can hear the slight argument between Dean and Charlie as I sit, waiting for a quick answer. "I know, but can you just help us. Y/n hasn't been reading." Dean says, looking over at me. "She hasn't been looking at Sam's messages. Can you just give us a location so we can restart this?" Dean finishes. There's mumbling on the other side of the phone, but then I see Dean hidden. "Okay, text that to me, Charlie. Thank you," he says and then drops the phone from his cheek.

ASnxeity has set in when we get to where Y/n has been staying for the past few months. Her car is there, but the door to her apartment is cracked open; my blood runs cold, and just like that, I'm set on finding her. Dean tries to calm me and reminds me that not everything is terrible. She might just be doing something, like taking out the trash.

I glare at him and bring my gun from my hip to sweep through her apartment. Baby books and a few baby clothes are in the living room. Her bedroom is perfect as if she had never made it home. "Is she just taking out the trash now, Dean?" I snark at him, "I was trying to help. So… we have to work this like a case now?" Dean questions, I nod, and just like that, I'm searching for Y/n all over again.

Dean is wearing a Hawaiian shirt, and the kids run all over the house. His wife easily kisses his cheek, and he holds her close to his side. "Uncle De!" Anna screams, and Dean smiles broader and brighter than you've ever seen him. "Hey, kiddo," Dean says warmly as he picks her up and puts her on his hip. "You guys made it." Dean's wife says, and she comes over to give you a hug.

"What about us, baby girl?" a stranger asks. When I turn, I'm struck by the Winchesters' parents—happy, healthy, and very much alive. "Hey, Dad," Sam says happily, hugging his father and wrapping his mother tightly. You watch as the day goes on with absolute ease. Dean talks about adding a new portion to the Winchester auto shop; John lights up with joy at the idea of more business and growth for the business he's known since he was a young adult.

Sam holds you close to his chest as you two dance in the yard, the sky turning purple and orange. You rest your head on his chest and let the movement of your feet guide you into contentment. "You know I love you, right?" Sam asks you as his large hands hold your waist and back. You hum, but you are not willing to open your closed eyes. "And you know you are everything I've ever wanted, right? No matter what happens between the two of us, I'll always want you." Sam says you can feel the tears brimming in your lashes.

"I know Sam." Your voice cracks and gives away the way tears are threatening to fall. "I love you too." As you lift onto your tiptoes in the cool grass, you mutter back and press a needy kiss to his lips. You two are sadly interrupted by John. "Anna is sleeping; if you wanna, you guys can come to pick her up tomorrow." John offers, and Sam pulls me closer. "Thanks, Dad." He tells his dad, then turns to me, "Let's go home." You nod and take his hand in yours.

"What did I fucking tell you!?" I knew she was in trouble; I knew something was wrong. To be the cherry on top, she's pregnant, and she's been taken for whatever fucking reason. "It's just a dinner. We've dealt with enough of them to know the deal," Dean says. I slam the trunk of the baby shut, my molars grinding as I look at the depleted cave that's currently holding my girl and baby prisoner in a fake world.

Of her own imagination.

The silver blade drips all over the ground as I enter the cave. The dark walls hold secrets and horror that I hope and wish Y/n would never experience. It's all a blank somewhere between entering the cave and getting to Y/n. The only thing I feel is the splatter of blood onto my face and my eyes searching for that beautiful face.

She doesn't look like she's been there for too long, but her arms hang above her head, her belly prodding out. I'm stuck standing still over the djinn. Dripping its own blood back onto the dead man, Dean is quick to get over to Y/n, pulling the attachments out of her arm and pulling her down gently.

"Sam, get your ass over here. We… we are gonna have to take her to the hospital." Dean says, and somewhere in my frozen mind, my legs move to get a closer look at her. Her cheeks are a little sunken, but her face is still full of color. I know why Dean said we would have to take her to the hospital.

It's not too long before the large white building in Texas appears in the Impala's view. "I'm going to stop by the emergency doors to help your girl and that baby get some help. I nod and wait for the red letters to appear. A nurse is already waiting for us, and she takes a view of Y/n. "What happened?" the nurse asks, and for a moment, I think of telling the truth, but something else comes out. Something like, "She went for a walk a few hours ago, and then I didn't hear anything back from her." I say, my voice wanting to crack. The nurse nods, and I follow them for as long as possible.

Y/n is stuck in the cold hospital room for way too long. Fluids and IV being run into her system, the baby had been pretty much okay. Besides needing extra fluids, everything was fine, according to the doctors. They allowed me to stay in the room with her. The ICU has too many beeping machines, and there's constantly a team over Y/n making sure her and the baby's vitals are alright.

"Sam," A small voice calls out. "Y/n," I say, alerting half of the ICU floor that she's awake. She smiles slightly and then looks around her surroundings. "Where… why am I here, Sam?" She asks me. The happiness that was once there filters out and hits the bottom of my stomach. "You… Dean and I took care of what caught you," I answer her. "What caught me?" The heart machine starts to pick up speed. "Calm down, baby, please. I need you to breathe slowly and out before I tell you." I say to Y/n. She takes a few breaths and then squeezes my hand, wanting me to continue.

"You were caught by a djinn," I say, swallowing hard. It took Dean and me about three days to find you and another two beforehand to figure out something was wrong." There's silence from Y/n, and then she looks up at me with tears. "What about our baby?" she asks. I nod. The baby is fine; I did all sorts of tests to ensure everything was good," I tell her.

The silence continues until Y/n brings her attention up from her belly. "I saw a few things." "Did you?" I ask, wondering if she's going to explain. "I saw us, Dean, and your parents. I saw a life I so desperately wanted with you but thought I wasn't allowed to have with you because of our life." She says with a heavy sadness in her voice. "I thought I had to leave to take that burden away from you and Dean. I thought…" She hiccups, and tears roll down her cheeks.

"Baby, you will never be a burden to me, nor will our kid. I want nothing more than for you to come home so I can keep both of you safe and protected. I worried about you every single minute of every single day. It was hard to know that you thought you would be better off elsewhere." I say to her, wrapping her tightly in a much-needed hug.

"How'd you know where I was?" She asks when I release her from the hug. "I had Dean call Charlie," I say without a single ounce of regret. She giggles a little, "It wasn't funny; I'm pretty sure the next time we see the girl, she's gonna slap me across my face." Dean says, making us both look up at him.

"Thank you." Y/n says, "Of course, you're family, after all." Dean says from his spot in the doorway. When can I go home?" She asks, "Let me go get the nurse, and we will figure it out, baby." I say, letting go of her hand before pressing a kiss on her temple and running out to get a nurse.

Completed on: 03/15/24

Posted on: 03/15/24

#supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural fic #supernatualfluff #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural imagine #sam winchester headcanon #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x y/n #fluff #angst/fluff #pregnancy

[laughingogre]

The Recluse and The Huntsman

Teaser/chapter 0 for the fic I’m writing since I have Miguel ATSV brain rot and I can’t keep all this good stuff to myself anymore. This wasn’t edited or anything like that so expect possible changes to both the characters and the plot in the future. Okay byeeee! EDIT: I made a playlist to go along with this story, the first 3 tracks accompany this chapter.

Premise: Miguel has always felt like an outcast in spider society because of the way he got his powers. But after meeting Saanvi, he’s never felt more proud to be one-of-a-kind.

Pairings: Original character x Miguel O’Hara, anti-hero x hero, enemies to rivals (it’s complicated) to lovers

Warnings: Violence… and that’s about it for this piece of the story but this list is going to get much longer very quickly.

Driving rain and the slight fog that followed with it brought a neon haze upon Nueva York tonight. A fusion of colors so outstanding that memories of another life were starting to shake off dust in her mind. Flashes of memories from an annual fireworks festival sparked a little warmth in Saanvi’s heart. Less than thirty seconds went by before she snuffed it out, leaving herself icy; instincts sharp and ready. Long, slender fingers on sure hands opened the heavy black case that lay next to her on the rooftop. Satisfaction curled her lips into a small smile as the new and improved rifle looked back at her, gleaming in the neon haze.

Hellooo beautiful, she thought. While assessing all the upgrades, the multi-functional scope and walkable trigger she requested had her grinning maniacally. She made a mental note to give Drago a little more praise for his gunsmithing as she set up a stand in the darkness of the alcove. Cycling through the scope’s options allowed for eight different modes of visibility and detection, with heat-seeking sensors that stood up against even this night’s hellish weather.

Scanning the city for a few minutes allowed Saanvi’s dark eyes to adjust to the new level of detail the scope afforded them. Once her senses were fully immersed, the hunt was on. A den of data pirates had been having way too much fun with the identities of over half the city’s even-remotely-wealthy citizens. Ever the champion of fair play, she was going to bring that fun to an end by leveling their ranks. A glance at the watch face on the inside of her left wrist showed it was just before 02:00 AM. If the intel she scrubbed was accurate, a 12-person heat signature would pop up in less than 60 seconds.

Rifle loaded and ready, she took aim and waited. Intel was good—a warehouse four klicks away lit up with bodies. Once she had a count of twelve, her finger slipped into the trigger guard and onto the trigger in a swift motion. It didn’t leave the trigger until none of them were left standing. Smoke drifting from the barrel caught the light of an ad for aphrodisiacs and coiled pink and red against the shadows of the alcove. A smile cut across her face again as a leap off the building’s edge plunged her into the deluge.

Broken glass and rubble crunched underneath graceful steps as she leisurely filled a bag with data drives, cash, and whatever valuables her victims had stashed away. Once their warehouse was picked to the bones, Saanvi took a few photographs of the scene. Horrific images of bodies that were all bloated and bruising from the new ammunition she and Drago had developed. She knelt down near the worst-looking of the bodies, preparing to take a sample. As she pulled out a small vial and tool kit, the incoming presence of another threat sent her up the wall and into the ceiling’s vent system. Damn… intel must’ve been bad… there’s more of them. Sight limited by the vent grates, alarms went off in her head to escape as she felt the intensity of the aura peaking. There must be at least five more people about to walk into this room. Morbid curiosity won over her senses, so she repositioned herself in the vent to catch a glimpse of the intruders. Footsteps that seemed almost deafening from the intensity with which she listened for them indicated it was only one person. Good strategy, sending a scout. Eyes glued to the vent, she saw a massive silhouette peel around the corner. Her senses flared up at the sight of the figure beneath her: a man standing at least six feet tall, clad in a form-fitting suit that was dark blue with pulsing sections of red. The mask on his face had a menacing symbol on it that seemed to move the way facial expressions would. It started to stir a memory inside of her but an old emotion bloomed before recall could happen. For the first time in years, fear filled Saanvi’s veins. Thoughts only of escape and safety pinging in her mind. Run. Hide. Home. Run. Hide. Home. Go. Her head became a glitched mp3 but she couldn’t take her eyes off this predator. While the hulking figure below spoke in a low, annoyed growl to someone she couldn’t see, she stilled her mind and listened for the sound of pouring rain. The sound that would lead her away from this thing beneath her as fast as possible. Her crawl through the ducts to safety began with bated breath, a silent prayer that finished only after putting two klicks of distance between herself and whatever anomaly was in that warehouse.

Once back on the rooftop where her night began, her body shuddered hard, trying to fight off every feeling of the last few moments. She failed, senses made raw and primal by a hit of animalistic fear. Suddenly she could feel everything—single drops of rain and the chill that was trying to rob her of every last iota of body heat. Memories of another life came to her again, this time in echoes of her mother’s voice bewaring her of those made to be like her but not born as they were. ‘The universe is wide and more wild than our forest. You may meet something made to be even deadlier than you or I.’ The steel in her mother’s voice at that moment wasn’t lost on her then or now.

Saanvi had finally crossed paths with Miguel O’Hara that night. Only she didn’t register him as such. To her, she had come face to face with her mother’s fear made flesh: an unnatural union of arachnid and human.

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It had been two weeks since that night and the nightmares weren’t letting up. Tonight was no different. Having been woken up by her own fearful thrashing yet again, Saanvi migrated from the bedroom to her studio. A pot of Cuban coffee brewed in the corner, filling the air with a pleasant smell. Fingers rapidly gesturing at holo-screens that were returning more of the same useless information. She knew everyone called him Spider-Man. She knew everyone (or almost everyone) considered him to be a hero. But she wanted more than just news articles and conspiracy theories from bloggers. What she wanted more than anything was to find out what Hell he came from so she could send him back to it. There was only one way to do that where he wouldn’t be pointing his fangs at her. Before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep at her desk, Saanvi had pinged a few connections. By the time the sun shone on the city again, she had unofficially launched an infiltration and intelligence gathering mission against Spider-Man.

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[blue-sadie]

The Married One

Jonathan Levy x TA Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 5 of the Different Versions Series

Summary: waking up in a classroom being taught by... marc?

Warning: ta = Teachers Assistant, classroom sex

Yn/3rd person pov

I woke up to someone tapping my shoulder making me grogily raise my head rubbing my eyes harshly before opening them the blurring of colors slowly coming into focus.

"Who know my class didn't only bore students but my ta as well" my eyes moved to the man talking it was a slightly older marc with a few gray hairs, a beard and wore glasses "am I that boring" he asked teasingly as he leaned onto his arms that was settled on the edge of my desk.

"Hmm" I hummed not really hearing him the sleep fogging up my mind "I said" he paused his voice turning into a whisper "am I boring to you" my face blushed as he leaned a bit closer to me his breath fanning over my face "Mr levy" I felt relieved as a student called out to him making him stand and turn away.

"Yes ms wilson" he asked walking over to her desk, I looked over the class the board was covered in information and diagrams of the brain before they drifted back to the man he chuckled from something the student said, his curls swayed as he threw his hear back.

I was lost in thought but was abruptly brought back into reality as the loud bell echoed through the room "ok class remember the assignment is due next week thursday no extensions" he clapped his hands together as he spoke to gain the attention of the class.

The students packed up their things in a rush to get out only a few taking it slow as they spoke to their friends "you look beautiful ms yn" my eyes snapped to the students as I heard one call out from the crowd making a few of the other students laughed "that'd enough Jaden" Mr levy snapped loudly making the boys shut up.

The classroom immediately became quiet as the students left and Mr levy walked to the door and closed it "thank you" I murmured putting my hands into my lap as my eyes stared down at my small desk "he's a fucking asshole" he swore as he made his way to his desk sitting down with a sigh.

I nervously tapped my thigh as we fell into silence I looked around biting my cheek I didn't know what to do, leaning my head back against my chair "still bored" I straightened up as he spoke my eyes meeting his as he looked at me over the lense of his glasses a few pieces of his hair falling into his face.

"I don't know what to do" I murmured turning my chair to him, his eyes moved up and down my body I could see him bite his lip before sighing "we have no more classes for a few hours so please go to the office and print these" he said grabbing a few papers and holding them out for me to take.

I quickly rose from my seat and took them from him "don't be too long in the office I'll need to over a few of those before class" he mumbled as he typed away on his laptop I nodded my head not sure if he'll see it or not, I quickly made my way out the door looking for any directions or something to lead me to the office.

"Hey yn wait up" I turned around as someone called my name to see a man running towards me, he looked a little older then me with blonde hair that fell into his face as he ran "heading to the office" he asked panting as he slowed down beside me "yes" I murmured he nodded his head acknowledging my answer "i-i'll walk with you" he muttered breathlessly and started to walk with me.

I followed a little bit behind him as he lead me to the office "oh what's this" he asked taking the papers out my hands before I could protest his eyes scanning over them as he rambled on "I can't before you actually like that man as a person" he laughed making me narrow my eyes at him "Mr levy" I asked confused on what he ment "yea that man is a complete asshole do you hear him and his wife are divorcing" he muttered looking at me ever few seconds but not my face my breasts.

I didn't feel comfortable around this man, I wrapped my arms around my stomach nervously "he's probably perving on you every chance he gets" he growled 'kinda like you you sick fuck' I rolled my eyes and was relieved when I saw the office sign "I think I'm ok from here thanks" I murmured taking the papers back from him before walking slightly faster to disappear into the room.

I went to the printer placing the paper inside and pressed print "you know if I was your boyfriend I would never let you leave home" I tensed as I felt his breath on my neck "please leave me alone" I said shakely making him chuckle and place his hands on my hips stopping me from moving.

"I think it's what you want deep down to stay home to be looked after" his words made me cringe away from him as he leaned over to whisper in my ear "it's not" I stated "I think your ly-" he dwindled as he heard the door open "I suggest you back the fuck away from my ta Jenkins" I felt relieved as I heard levy's voice "jonathan levy why can't you just leave us alone I'm not hurting her so what's the problem" the man removed his hands from my waist as he turned to jonathan.

"Yn get to my classroom now" mr levy muttered looking over jenkins shoulder to me I nodded and left without a word, I wondered around the hallway intill I found my way back to his class the uneasy feeling somewhat subsiding as I closed the door I slumped over to the desk sitting on the edge of it as I waited.

It was only a few minutes before he returned, my eyes wondered over looking for any injury or something else the only indication of something happening was the reddening of his knuckles "what happened" I asked going to him as he shut the door "he won't bother you anymore" he growled as he pushed past me to get to his desk.

I fumbled with my hands as I walked back towards him "thank you" I whispered "you've saved me more then once today" I stopped infront of him nervously intertwining my hands "is there anyway I could repay you" I asked making him bite his lip and groan leaning his head back "don't fucking do this" he growled adjusting himself on the table.

"But what if I want to" I whispered stepping closer to him, he stared at me with danger and hunger in his eyes his labored breaths made his chest heave as he grabbed me to pull me close turning us around so I was pressed up against the desk "fuck I wanted this for some long" he muttered before pressing his lips against mine.

I moaned into his mouth as he ran his hands up and down my thigh slowly inching its way up my skirt "I fucking need you, begging for my cock" he grunted moving my panties aside sticking two of his fingers inside, "fuck mr levy" I whined my knees buckling making him push me more onto the table "fuck say my name baby just like that" he muttered curling his fingers making me see stars.

"Please mr levy" I moaned but whined out as he pulled his fingers out, he slowly brought his glistening fingers to his mouth licking them to get all of my juices while maintaining eye contact with me "sweeter then I thought" he growled and forced me to lay down on the desk my eyes followed his hands movement as he undid his belt and zipper and as his hand slowly slid into his boxers fetching out his cock.

His eyes became half lidded and full of lust as he slowly pumped his cock a few times before pressing it against my entrance, "beg me for it" he muttered sliding the tip up and down my slit "beg me to fuck you" he growled I whined loudly squirming on the desk "please, please fuck me please" I whined he chuckled darkly and slowly pushed in.

I moaned out as he leaned onto his arms pressing his dick further inside me "your so fucking tight for a little slut" his words made me whine and shake underneath him "my little slut" he said bringing his lips to mine, our lips molded together as he started moving in and out of me "fuck" he groaned against my lips.

He moved his lips to my neck sucking harshly at my skin as he thrusted "m-mr levy" I moaned out throwing my head back against the wood "please" my shook as I moaned I felt myself clench around him as I neared my climax and so was he, his groans and grunts fueling my desire "fuck fuck fuck" I cried out as I cam around him and soon after he did too filling me up with his seed, the panting of my breathe made me tired and my eyes fluttering.

"Good thing I can use you whenever I want because you are my little slut"

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[lady-ashfade]

I don’t need a partner.

Five Hargreaves x Wanda! Female reader.

Request: Open

Plot: Five Hargreaves just got his first job and finds out he got assigned a partner, a very powerful and pretty one.

Notes: Y/n has powers of Wanda Maximoff. Also In this five spent only a few years in the apocalypse. Like the day he turned 18 he was welcomed by the commission. Then he reappeared as his 18 year old when he went back to 2019.

Warnings: Non but cursing. Also this is really shit but this is my first five fic in a long time. Season 3 spoilers

Length: Very short.

Five Hargreaves never thought he would ever be in a situation like this. He left home and ended up in the apocalypse then after a few years, the day he turned 18 he was contacted by the Commission.

Catching his breath as blood drips down his clothes, sweat mixes with the blood on his face. Body’s laying all around him as the knife he used to kill them still in hand. A breath escaped his mouth in relief that it was over but also in disappointment he had to kill.

His head perks up at the sound echoing through the alleyway, but only red fog was seen covering up both entrances. The sound belonged to someone walking in high heels and he gripped the knifes handle.

“I have to say I was expecting to be disappointed” the voice spoke from close behind him. Five turned around and held the knife up pointed at the person.

But his heart stopped for a second and eyes widened at the girl in front of him. She was everything he pictured paradise to look like, or maybe just his own paradise. But the smile on her face didn’t match her mischievous voice.

“And who the hell are you?” His face went back into a glare, no matter how beautiful she was he didn’t know her so if he had to kill her. He would.

“Y/n, you’re new partner. I was sent here to make sure you got the job done.” She stuck out her hand for him to shake. Five looked down at her hand but didn’t take it but letting his hand with the knife fall.

“I don’t need a partner” She giggled at his statement.

“I don’t either. I could kill you in a spit second, before you could just puff away” She stepped closer and he stepped back, his jaw tightened and knife right back up.

“But, I figured two people who survived the apocalypse could be of use to each other” She winked at him and turned back around walking through the fog.

He stared in confusion trying to work through what she said. “Two people survived- Hey, wait” he chased after her only to get out of the fog and find nothing and just a empty street.

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“Dad who the hell are these assholes” Ben speaks as his siblings walk on the balcony above him. “Shit” The other set of Hargreaves say together looking at their brother- Well, in another timeline.

Everyone started to talk and soon enough a fight broke out, Ben punching klaus and Luther sticking up for him then that caused him to also get punched. Then a whole fight broke out between everyone.

Then here five was, looking up at the sight of you. “Five” your voice just like the last time her heard it.

“Y/n” he asked getting up from the floor and walking up to you. You just smiled, batting your eyes at him. He pulled you from your waist and pulled you closer.

“Ew, are all you guys perverts” Jayme groaned watching him kiss someone who isn’t there. She took matter into her own hands once again and kicked him, sending him flying down the stairs.

One second and he looked up from the ground again at the sound of fighting, his brother, Luther being attacked by the sparrow academy.

“Bigger isn’t aways better” Marcus said punching him and Luther just took it. “Is that what you tell your girlfriend” The bigger man took a swing but he just jumped up.

But before anything else could happen everyone had the same feeling. Whisper echo through the house and soon red fog came out of the floor.

Five quickly jump up and made his way too the area they all where. He pulled Luther behind him and looked around, this could be another trick.

“What the hell is this shit” Ben screamed angrily while they all search for the source. The crash of the main doors flying open and across the room hitting the stairs.

“I’m going to fucking kill you” A angry woman screamed and fives eyes widened. Oh, fuck.

A woman came into view and everyone stiffened and ready to fight. “You’re a fucking idiot do you know that?” She glared at five and he sighed, putting his hands in his pocket.

“Good to see you too, darling” She used her magic to lifted him from the air and over to her. Her hands glowing red as she set him down in front of her.

“Darling? You left without saying a word. Then the next thing I know I’m teleported to 1961. And you know how I knew it was you, little shit? The blue fucking portal, I mean really? You drag me into shit all the time, but you keep leaving me alone every time.” Your voice made everyone flinch.

“Who the hell is she?” Luther whisper to Marcus but he shrugged and muttered something about not knowing you.

“Then I’m back in 2019, but it’s not the same timeline. So what the hell did you get into-Wait, is a cut on your face?” She raised a hand up to his cheek and wipes of the blood.

“I’m fine” he put a hand onto of hers and smiled. She looked around the room and glared each of them.

“Who the fuck hurt him” She stood back and not only did her hands start glowing again but so did her eyes. Five laughed as they all watched in fear.

“Oh shit that’s the girl you dreamed about” Jayme said from behind her. Y/n turned and took one glimpse into her head and knew she hurt him. Well, hurt him the worse.

Y/n moved her hands and Jayme was set flying into the wall, red energy glowing around her.

“Only I get to hit him” She turned back to five and smiles at him. “I’ve missed you” Five went to kiss her but a sting across his cheek stopped him.

“You’re still a fucking idiot” She pulled him into a kiss. He didn’t seem to mad about it because he knew he deserved it.

“I’m so confused” Luther watched them kiss and get a little heated like no one was watching.

“Little bro as game” Klaus stood up and almost falling, but a big stupid grin found its way to his face.

“Of course I do” Five pulled back, you giggled.

“Who’s next?” Your eyes turn red again and looked at the sparrow academy.

They all ran out the door and you followed slowly while making it hard for them to do anything. Giving them hell, torturing them while smirking.

“That’s my girl” Five watched as you run after them.

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