#hopefully no one is too upset about mans getting his speaking rights back

[javarium]

tlc, baby | g. satoru

w — periods, mentions of severe cramps, concerned bf ‘toru who doesn’t like seeing his gf in pain, an author who wanted toji to win the poll but is gonna do all the boys anyway bc toji, and the fact that this is too short and crummy omg (don’t write while hungry haha), hopefully toji’s is longer and better :D

[ divider cred @/firefly-graphics ]

5:14 am

The wake up is sudden, abrupt and extremely painful. You know what’s going on, but the second you try and do something about it, you find yourself sinking to the floor beside the bed in misery.

You really don’t want to walk downstairs, that’s gonna be misery. But if you don’t get and remedy this soon, you fear it’s just going to become worse.

It also sucks because your boyfriend isn’t home. You’d really, really like him to be home. But he isn’t. He’s out looking for an elusive Special Grade curse that nearly took out Mei Mei a few weeks ago on behalf of the stupid elders.

You’d curse them more if you didn’t feel like shit.

You burrow your head into the mattress and focus. Gathering up a little bit of energy, you stand and make your way to the kitchen, only to end up sitting down by the cabinets. You groan, knees up close to your chest to try and relieve some of the pain. You’re tempted to bang your head into the cabinets a few times, but the rationality of not adding more pain to the mix won over.

You can barely think straight; one second there’s the thought of running a bath and the next it’s waves of pain. You think about what’s in the fridge, then you’re overwhelmed by the intense need to barf.

“Fuck,” you mutter.

And then a loud voice echoes through the large home from your bedroom.

“Baaaaaabbbeeee!”

You snicker at your boyfriend who teleported into the bedroom that doesn’t have you in it. You hide your laughter behind your hand until another wave of agony rolls over your uterus and up your spine.

Satoru eventually finds you in the kitchen (after looking in the bathroom and under the bed). His smile disappears the second he sees you, but you don’t take notice since your forehead is burrowed into the wood of the cabinet door. He frowns, not liking the expression on your face.

“Baby?”

Satoru crouches and lowers the black mask you’d gotten him for his birthday. His heavenly blue eyes flicker up and down with worry.

“Monthly,” you manage to get out, and he instantly knows what you mean. Your entire body shakes with a shudder, so much so that the giant man is easily lifting you onto his lap to cuddle, his back now the one that presses against the wall of the kitchen.

Satoru is a heater, nothing short of the furnace that you’ve been in need of. One large, hot hand is pressed against your back, the other tucked against your lower abdomen in just the right spot. And the relief you feel makes you literally dizzy.

Your massive boyfriend however, is even more concerned than ever. The amount of stress he’d felt release from your body was nothing short of insane to him. You’d always relax and let go of all your stress in his hold, yes, but the amount of tension to how limp you were in his big arms was borderline upsetting.

You’ve never been this tense, this stressed. How long had you been like this before he was home?

“I’ll be okay,” you speak to him breathlessly. “I just need something for the pain and something to eat.”

Satoru lists off some things in the pantry and fridge, all of which makes your stomach turn and just burrow your head into his shoulder more. It isn’t until he gets to the sweeter side of the food you do have does the nausea fade away.

He reluctantly pulls away and grabs a familiar looking container on top of the fridge with a mischievous smile, one of his hands still holding yours as he stretches his massive 6’3 body across the kitchen to nab the period painkillers you need.

You don’t see him shove them and a small water bottle in his pocket, but you see him wrap his giant hand around the white container right before he fucking lifts you up off of the counter with one fucking arm and carries you back to bed.

But you don’t complain. You’re way too lethargic and fatigued. And why would you anyway?

He places you back on your side of the bed and gently plops the white container on your lap before kicking off his shoes and whips off his jacket so dramatically that you laugh. You scream as he jumps on the bed, almost on top of you. Satoru does nothing but laugh like a lunatic in return while he turns on the TV across from the bed.

Like magnets, you two end up snuggled deep into the big, thick pillows your boyfriend has propped up behind you in an instant. One of his arms is wrapped around you as you nestle into his side. But the fun doesn’t last. Your brows furrow as another wave of searing pain washes over you from your uterus. You groan and dip your nose into his collar, sharply inhaling and shakily exhaling.

“Here’s the magic pills, baby. Take ‘em.” Satoru’s voice is not the same, high-pitched excitable one he normally has. It’s the deep voice, the one he uses when he’s diving into his emotions. It’s the voice that he uses when he’s sharing his love with you in bed, or when he’s simply just loving you and taking care of you. Just like he is now. The tone of his voice is calming, relaxing, reassuring; all of the above makes your brain go fuzzy.

You pop the pill-shaped-relief in and chug it down with water and ‘toru wraps his arm around you, tugging you to him sweetly. He pops open the large white container, revealing all the chocolate chip cookies inside of it.

You laugh. “Oh my god, Satoru! This is what this is?”

“What else could it possibly be?” he jokes.

Not even a few minutes later though, the agony returns. The tearing feeling from your uterus is almost too much, lasting almost all the way through the Disney castle intro and the first couple minutes of Big Hero 6 with your head tucked into your boyfriend’s collar.

Satoru presses a kiss to your head and puts his hands in the same spots from earlier, with just as much tension leaving your body. He exhales silently.

“Go to sleep, baby,” he tells you. “It’s not worth it.”

“Want to…” you mumble, then let out a heavy sigh as heavy cramps roll over you again. “You’ve been gone a week.” You aim for a cookie and eat it in two bites.

Just like the cookies, you’re sweet — too sweet and too good for him, and he swears by it. He presses another kiss to the top of your head and replies, “Spend time with me by getting some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up. And I’ll take care of you tomorrow, too. Whatever my girl wants.”

“…. Sure?”

“Positive.”

“…..Mmmmm’kay.”

Satoru knows you’re still awake and working through the pain even half an hour later. You may not be watching the movie, but you’re still listening, giggling when Fred screams, “CAR!” to Wasabi as the villain tries to kill them.

It’s not too long after that though, he feels your cursed energy finally relax. Your body is clearly slack against his own. He chuckles at feeling a little bit of drool soak through his shirt. You’re in a deep sleep, thank goodness. And he hopes it stays that way. The medicine worked. He wasn’t sure if his eyes could take the sight of your cursed energy bearing that much sufferance much longer before cracking himself.

Satoru closes his own heavenly blue eyes to sleep. Yeah, he’ll definitely be here tomorrow. Taking care of his woman was going to be his first priority. Mission be damned.

”G’night sweets. See you in the morning.”

@vagabond-umlaut — @heresan — @dellalyra — @torusmochi — @nayrring — @out-of-reach22

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojou x reader #gojo satoru #gojo oneshot #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #jjk oneshot

[tachibubu]

Hi hi, how are you?

Could you write an Aegon fic with the reader where she is pregnant with their first child (a girl)? But while the reader is in labor, it's being too risky, so when she asks everyone to leave, she leaves shortly after her room and as she passes through the hallway where Aegon's family is waiting for the news, they see her heading in. towards the garden, where the dragon is. The reader is afraid of dying during labor, so she asks her dragon Moraxx to set fire on her, Dracarys, but at the time Aegon appears and manages to prevent it, and in that, the birth ends up happening right there and everything ends up fine.

With You

∆ PAIRING ; Father! Aegon Targaryen II x Pregnant!Reader/OC/Self-Insert

∆ SUMMARY ; (Almost what httpjijikook said!) Aegon and (Y/N) expects to have a newborn baby soon. Though conflicts came and a dreaded question soon clouded Aegon's choices.

∆ WARNINGS ; childbirth and the traumatic shts it brings, angst with comfort, idk why fluff is a warning but fluffy ending, Aegon being a great father, Aegon finally standing up for himself, I DONT HATE ALICENT BUT ALICENT IS KINDA MEAN HERE, slight parallel to Laena's death but if Daemon fckin talked and helped her like hes supposed to fuckin do in the shows, it is not stated which house reader in so lets pretend you learned high Valyrian for aegon or you're from a house who speaks it whatever u wish

NOTE ; I kinda read the request wrong so I changed some bits of it, hopefully this didn't destroy your vision! Also there are High Valyrian in this fic, I italized the meaning beside it usually since I hate placing the meanings by the end of the story.

I was listening to Here With Me by D4vd while reading this so you might as well check it out!

Aegon was never acknowledged to be a loyal, dependable, trustworthy kind of person. The youthful prince is commonly portrayed as a womanizer, drunkard, and generally irrational person who has no desire to ascend to the throne. Of course, no one outside of the Red Keep is aware of the latter.

So you can imagine Alicent's astonished expression when her son asks to cancel the wedding with his sister and instead desires to be engaged to you, (Y/N), of a House who are loyal to Viserys and his heir Rhaenyra.

This did not sit well with Alicent, who perceived it as another ploy by Aegon to get her sympathy. Alicent was horrified that her son might be bewitched by you. Even after he promised to control his urges and impulsiveness, she still forbade it.

Even so, Aegon pursued you and planted a baby inside of you behind the Queen's back. Alicent became aware of this two months into the pregnancy. She considered giving moon tea, but Aegon saw right through her and argued with his mother about the upsetting idea. By drinking it, it could not only kill the babe but you as well, and he wouldn't forgive his mother for that.

When Aegon turned 180° during five months, Alicent gradually came to terms with the pregnancy and the request for bethrotal. This was acquired when Aegon, as his mother would have wanted, would study and get ready for the probable day of his reign. Aegon did not like doing this, but if it meant being with you, he would do everything.

You and Alicent were not necessarily close just because she welcomed you into the family. There were some pure moments in which Alicent prepped you for your first foray into parenting, albeit there were a few fake smiles thrown in because of your lineage and which side it was on.

As your belly grew bigger and bigger, Aegon's fixation with infedelity and other things gradually faded away. From a sour teenager to a tender-hearted, loving father. Yes, he would still occasionally flirt at court, but he would compensate for it by spending time bonding with you after his lessons and crafting an embroidered handkerchief by hand out of his new passion. (Helaena taught him, but Aegon wouldn't admit it. The man was too prideful.)

One month earlier than predicted, the water broke. Aegon and the Greens became concerned about a potential miscarriage as a result.

Your wails can be heard in the back, Aegon cried at the top of his voice, "Do something!" His fists seized the collars of the Maester as he awoke just a few minutes ago. "You bald piece of shit, I'll let you taste something worse than childbirth if you make any mistakes!"

Midnight was when it occurred. As you arched your back in agony, your face was drenched in sweat. You were in excruciating pain, and Aegon's yelling and threats did not help. Your lady in waiting was standing next to you, wiping your sweat and encouraging you softly as you tried to push once more before howling.

Ser Criston, a well-known knight, trudged into the room, saying, "My prince, her grace requests your audience first at council."

"She never liked (Y/N), and now she wants me to miss the birth of my child? Is she fuckin' crazy? What the fuck does that bitch want?"

The white-cloaked knight said casually, "I advise you both discuss this one out, my prince."

Before Aegon could proceed to step out of the door against his own will, he softened when he heard your pleas, crying out for his name. "A-Aegon..."

"My love?" Just by hearing his name, he rushed towards your side. He knelt next to you and gently stroked your hands.

"Please don't leave." Your eyes were red, as was your nose. Aegon was always sensitive regarding his feelings, whether it be anger or sadness. So, seeing you in this position, begging and hurting, he couldn't help but start to weep as well.

His other hand supported your head while his thumb wiped away your tears, saying, "I won't. I'll come back quickly."

"Please don't..." you weakly muttered.

He kissed your forehead and murmured, "I promise," before getting up. He is aware that in order to gain their trust in this marriage, he must comply with his mother's, or rather the queen's, expectations. So he walked towards Ser Criston, but not before saying, "Avy jorrāelan", a pledge of love in High Valyrian. The words mean, 'I love you'.

"Take me to her," he growled as he walked irately past the knight.

The council's discourse was the same as it always was. Pertaining to the heirarchy and how bearing a son would support his claim to the throne. Aegon pondered if this gathering was even worth paying attention to as he fidgeted with his wedding ring, something you had suggested to Aegon. Although not traditional, he found it lovely and continued along with it amidst the disapproval of the septon.

But his worries soon became a reality as the Maester hurriedly entered the room without any introduction, drawing raised eyebrows from the small council. Aegon's heart sank when the old man said that it was either the baby's life or both the infant and the mother would perish. He hurried over to your quarters but discovered it to be empty. He learned that the midwife, who was in charge of keeping a tight eye on you, was preoccupied enough to let you pass through the door. Aegon grew furious and almost killed the poor old lady. However, this was only momentary as a stableboy entered the room in a pant and announced that he had seen you enter the garden near the horses.

On your side, only you could hear your cries for help. When you heard the maesters speak about the possibility of your baby and yourself dying in childbirth, you couldn't bring yourself to meet the stranger on the bed. You had wished for a dragon-rider's death alongside with your baby. So there you were, facing your dragon, Moraxx, as it sent a curious, beguiling glance your way.

"Dohaeris, Moraxx!" As you drew closer to the dragon, begging to be killed with fire, you yelled at it to serve you while leaving trails of blood in your wake. "Dracarys!"

"Kostilus.." you begged, your body in pain yet still holding up. "Dracarys!"

Alicent halted Aegon in his tracks before he could continue after you in the garden. She started by pressing both of her palms on her first child's face, attempting to soothe him down. However, her eyes were filled with conflicting emotions: "She won't survive this Aegon, nor the kid. I trust that you will make the right choice. It is your obligation as a husband to choose wisely."

His face showed pain and betrayal before he shook off the hands on his face as if it was mere dirt. "Screw duty, I'd rather be fucking dead with the one I love than be the crown's slave."

He entered the gates without any more words, his hair ruffled at how fast he fled inside. When he had spotted you almost laying on the floor in front of your dragon, screaming for it to burn you, he began to sprint towards you as if his life depended on it while yelling in panic, "Lykiri!" He screamed for you to calm down and stop amidst his run, "Kelītīs!"

When he eventually got to you, he assisted you up while cursing at you and shaking your shoulder vigorously. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Please, Aegon, please kill me, I beg you now.." You pleaded with the frightened prince.

"I wont fucking do that!"

"I can't handle it anymore, please..."

He stroked your face as you both exchanged glances. Fear, despair, and love for one another were all seen on both faces. "(Y/N), look, and listen carefully. Remember our talk when we visited Highgarden? About death and such?"

"Skoros morghot vestri?" He asked, 'What do we say to death?' it meant, though the way it was said seems like he demanded or ordered you to. When you hadn't replied and your breaths were shallow, his tears didn't stop from flowing before he asked it again, stuttering, "(Y/N),... S-Skoros morghot vestri?"

Your eyes would have almost succumbed to the haziness if it weren't for Aegon's pleading eyes and voice. With your new-found determination, you felt yourself regain a bit of energy. Using it, you held his shoulders as you forced yourself to push out the life inside of you. His eyes never left yours until you had finally felt something release inside you, and you slowly laid down on the pavement with him helping you down with worried eyes.

With a final push, the new baby was born. It wasn't a boy, but Aegon loved her regardless, as he took the baby and held it in his hand. His one hand cradled it while the other held yours. Slowly, he started with a mere chuckle before he let out an excited laugh. He shared both looks between his daughter and his wife, muttering "gevie," Beautiful, he said.

You smiled at him, taking slow breaths before giving him a loving kiss. You answered his question from before, "Tubī daor". A response in which he smiled properly before responding. "Yes, it is not today."

The maesters and a few knights were summoned to help you and the healthy infant back to your chamber. Aegon was by your side the entire time you were mending. Your husband placed a chair next to your neatly made bed and slept there as you did. You both fell into a deep slumber, holding hands. Tiredness consumed both of you as you were both woken up by the maestar on the morrow, congratulating you both on a successful birth.

"You did so well, my love." Aegon whispered as you cradled your baby in your arms before you heard your husband thank you in your shared native words. "Kirimvos, for not giving up."

You smiled before kissing him, "avy jorrāelan."

Tell me why is fuck aegon the first thing that popped up in hashtags as i add my tags HXHXBDBDNDN

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[katnisspeetaprim]

Pluto

Jungkook/CatHybrid!Reader

summary: When Jungkook gets an idea, it's almost impossible to talk him out of it. His large home has never felt more empty than it did now, so adopting a hybrid seemed like a good idea. Part 1 of ??

Warnings: idol!au, female reader, hybrid!reader, mentions of violence, injury mention, hybrids being second class citizens.

Word Count: 1293 M.list

Jungkook was lonely, plain and simple. He wished he had a better reason for doing this... But no.

He had friends and he most definitely wasn’t a recluse, but there were some nights his home felt a little too quiet. Even with Bam scattering around.

So he now found himself stood in front of a small hybrid shelter, one all the way across the city from his home. He’d found the place online. Pluto hybrid homes was the name of the shelter and it had good reviews, though standing in front of the building now, it looked like a strong gust of wind could blow it down.

Jungkook had taken precaution and had hidden his face and tattoo’s to the best of his ability, not wanting to take the chance of being recognised and spawning a whole host of scandalous news story’s. Even when he had told the other boys his plans, they all looked at him like he’d gone insane.

‘Are you sure this is a good idea?’ Jin spoke, frowning deeply. ‘Hybrid’s are conscious beings, they may’s well be human!’ The oldest man had always been somewhat against the buying and selling of hybrids. Most of them were just as if not more so capable as humans, they just happened to be born with ears and a tail, which automatically made them second class citizens.

‘I agree with hyung...’ Jimin spoke up. Jungkook looked at him, betrayed. He’d hoped his fellow maknae’s would have been on his side. ‘A hybrid won’t be like Bam ... You know that right?’ Jungkook scoffed and stood up, going to his kitchen to get some water and try to calm down.

‘I’m not an idiot. I’ve done research.’ He mumbled, chugging back the cool liquid before turning round and leaning against the counter, crossing his arms.

‘It’s not just the work you’d have to put in.’ Namjoon began to speak but paused, unsure of how to put his thoughts into words.

‘Just say it hyung.’ Jungkook rolled his eyes in annoyance, done with the lecture. Namjoon gave him a hard look.

‘You know the implications of owning a hybrid, what a lot of people use them for. Jungkook uncrossed his arms and his face fell, blood draining and becoming pale, as six pairs of eyes snapped towards him. He suddenly felt small under their gaze.

‘T-that’s not what I’m doing!’ Jungkook stuttered out, frantically looking around the room to his hyungs, only hoping that they wouldn’t misunderstand his intentions. Did they really think he was capable of doing such an awful thing? ‘Please believe me!’ Namjoon could see that his brother was getting upset, so he decided to step in and put him at ease.

‘We know you’d never do that Kook, but you know the media will spin thing if- no when, they find out.’

Jungkook knew how unkind the media could be, but he was prepared to defend himself if it came down to it. He’d already had a quiet word with his manager about his plans, so statements had already been pre-prepared, just in case.

So that’s what lead Jungkook to his current whereabouts. It was getting late, almost closing time which meant that hardly anyone was around. He could see the receptionist through the glass inside, working on her computer. With a deep breath, he took a nervous step inside, suddenly surrounded by the warm air of the building.

‘Well hello there! Welcome to Pluto hybrid homes!’ The cheery voice of the receptionist greeted him enthusiastically. She was an older woman so hopefully she wouldn’t recognise him if he took his hood down. ‘You’re just in time. We’re not long off closing! So, how can I help?’

‘I’d like to adopt.’ Jungkook spoke with meaning, hoping that if he seemed confident he’d look like he knew what he was doing, but the woman saw right through him as she chuckled softly.

‘You’ve never doe anything like this before, have you?’ Damn it. He’d been caught.

‘Don’t worry. We’re all here to help. Start by filling out these forms.’ Jungkook blushed at being called out, but took the form and sat down in the waiting area.

Name: Jeon Jungkook

(He’d thought about using a fake name, but knew it would only cause problems down the line)

D.O.B – YOU MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 18 TO ADOPT A HYBRID:1/09/97

Any known medical issues?: No

Do you have any pets? (Not hybrids): Dog, Doberman

Do you have any preferences when it comes to hybrids? Such as species and gender?

Jungkook paused at the last question. He hadn’t really thought about the different breeds of hybrid, even though he probably should have.

Even though hybrids were basically human, they still had the mannerisms and the temperament of their animal counter parts, as well as the ears and tail. Since he already had Bam, he would nee a breed that could get on well with another dog, so he went safe and wrote down cat or dog for breed, and quickly scribbled down ‘any’ for gender.

He stood and handed the forms back to the woman who took them with a smile.

‘Great! Everything looks in order. If you follow me, I’ll show you the enclosure for the cats and dogs. We keep them together.’  Now that he was going deeper into the building, he felt more comfortable taking down his hood and mask. He didn’t want to appear stand off—ish to any potential hybrids after all. If the woman recognised him, she didn’t make it obvious, just flashed him a warm smile.

‘Since it’s getting late, the hybrids will probably be wining down for the day, not as much energy.’ He nodded in understanding as she pushed open the door.

Jungkook was met with a large room, occupied with around 10 hybrids. It seemed to be some kind of recreation room, with TV, games and books fort the hybrids to keep themselves entertained.

‘Let me know if any of these guys catch your attention.’

Most of the hybrids pay the two of them no mind, clearly used to people coming in and out throughout the day. He scanned over the room, taking in each hybrid as they went about their night, when he suddenly locked eyes with a hybrid in the corner of the room.

The cat hybrid was curled up on a bean bag with a book in her hands. She quickly looked away when she was caught staring at the stranger.

‘What’s her name? In the corner over there.’ The woman smiled softly.

‘That’s Y/N. She’s been with us a few months now.’ As Jungkook looked over the hybrid more, he noticed a few bandages and bruises protruding from her clothing. He frowned.

‘Is she hurt?’ He couldn’t help but worry and the woman beside him sighed sadly.

‘She just stumbled in here one night. She was all beat up and bloody, so we had to help her. She won’t tell us what happened and no owners ever came forwards, so we took her in.’ Jungkook thought over this information for a moment. Unfortunately, violence against hybrids had been on the rise in recent years.

‘Can I meet her?’ The older woman looked surprised by the request, but soon smiled brightly.

‘Of course! But I’ll warn you that she’s a little shy, so she may not want to talk too much. It’s put a few other people off adopting her unfortunately.’

‘I understand. I’d still like to meet her.’ Jungkook was adamant now. Once his mind was set on something, there was no changing it.

‘Ok! I’ll get the two of you set up in a private room to talk! Give me a few moments to talk her through it!’

#bts #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #hybrid!au #idol!au #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #angst #smut #fluff

[henneseyhoe]

THROW AWAY

UNIQUE X BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT! Llight daddy kink, spanking, toxic relationship, cheating, unprotected sex (wrap it df up), breeding kink, angst.

SUMMARY: Reader and Unique find themselves fighting about both of their infidelities after a party.

(Hopefully this will encourage some of y’all to write about him cause Wattpad ain’t enough lmao.)

(Ps, forgive me if this is bad, I’m most likely gonna rewrite it in more depth)

"...you get on my fuckin' nerves. You know that?" Y/N squinted at her boyfriend. She was seething with anger and her fists were clenched so hard that her acrylics could have popped off one by one. She really wanted to deck him right in his shit, but didn't need any other reason for him to fuck her over even more. They were just coming back from a party hosted by Y/N's bestfriend, Trina, and she was more upset than ever.

Same ole' shit. They were arguing over, as Y/N would say 'A bunch of bird brain bitches flocking to him so he could feed off that shit' like the narcissist she thought he was.

✮✮✮✮

Unique kissed his teeth and slowly closed his eyes, laying his head back on the seats head rest. He didn't care to hear me out at all. Honestly, he was both high and drunk as hell and couldn't care less about anything other than getting home.

"We just got back in the car and you already doin' too much" he mumbled, leaning against his doors arm and rubbing his temple with one hand. "You rather entertain some random bitch than do right by me. You have all these bitches in yo' face all day and night, but don't wanna pay attention to the one who held you down and gave you a daughter? Okay Nique. Have them bitches" I teared up, pointing my finger at him with every sentence that wasn't a question.

He side eyed me and tried to bite his tongue before he said something that would hurt me more than the situation, which he eventually failed at. "You here wit' me, ain't you? If I wanted them bitches I would have had 'em here instead of you" he shot back, my tears starting to drop. "You think that shit make me feel better?! It don't mean nun if you still flirting with every bitch that crosses your path!"

He made a 'be serious' face at me before speaking "You be over analyzing everything. I could pass somebody a napkin and here you go cryin' in the back of the club. Damn, crybaby" he mumbled the last part with a small, drunken laugh. I shoved him, the man brushing my hand right off of him. "Cut that shit out" he warned, leaning back in his seat to get as far away from me as he could before I did something I regretted.

"You think that shit funny and it ain't. You laugh until I leave yo' ass for good" he rolled his eyes, my words going in one ear and out the other. "Yeah, aight. You ain't stupid" he chuckled and I squinted. "Yeah, I ain't. That's why I should. Fuck with a nigga who gon' treat me right and give me the loyalty and respect I deserve"

Apparently those were the words that got under his skin the most, cause his next comment would go for my jugular, but it didn't have the effect he thought it would.

"It wasn't a problem when you was fuckin' on that other nigga though. Jamel, or whatever the fuck his name was"

A smirk grew on my face. I knew that it was one of the things that could hurt him tho most, so I made sure that shit burned real good when I said it. "Yup. It was good too! Now you know he was giving me sumn you couldn't or won't give me" Unique let out a loud laugh before looking at me with his head tilted, almost as if he was challenging me with how far I could go with my words.

My bottom lip quivered as another tear rolled down my blushed cheek, taking a deep breath before speaking. "At least I know he loves me. He the only one who give a fuck bout me. The only one that check on me when IM down, not when he need shit"

A smile grew on Unique's face. It wasn't just a regular smile. It was that smile that happens right before you say some shit to fuck with somebodies head. "You fuck that nigga and think he love you cause he say it? You think he give a fuck cause he give you a fake ass empathetic ear to speak into? Cause he stalk you and hit you up at the exact times when we not together? Or is it cause he tell you that you don't need me..and you need to 'upgrade' to somebody who respect you? You let that nigga fuck a few times and he told you he loves you right before he pulls out and busts a nut on your stomach, so now you believe that shit."

If he didn't realize I was crying before, he sure did realize now. I couldn't stop my sobs, my hand covering my mouth to keep the sounds from traveling to anyone who had walked by the vehicle. Even with all of that, he kept going. In hindsight, he was hurting in the same exact way.

"After all of that, sitting through five minutes worth of fucking, you go to use his bathroom and end up crying to yourself cause you let a loser ass nigga fuck and it still ain't make you forget about me, even with all that noise he filled your head with. He don't mean that shit, and you know it. My question is, what's worse? Fucking a few bitches I don't care about AFTER you did that shit first or fucking a nigga you had even the SLIGHTEST connection with?"

He was right, but him saying it felt like my heart was ripped out and stomped on twice. "...and how long has it been since you told me you love me, huh? Cause it stopped way before I did what I did" I spoke, wiping my tears from my face. He looked at me with little to no empathy, waving me off with his hand. "...don't ask me that shit right now. I never knew I had to tell you that shit every day for you to know"

I sighed and buried my head into my hands, trying to collect my thoughts. The car was silent for a minute or so until I spoke. "I like reassurance, Nique. You know how I am...and I'm sorry. We both wrong, but damn...at least I can admit when I did wrong" I said, my voice quivering.

It was silent once again, neither of us knowing what to say next. I felt his eyes on my intensity, his gaze making me feel ashamed for jumping so such conclusions and letting someone talk me into it at that. My head was stronger than that, yet I allowed myself to get manipulated like that, just for a quick fantasy. It wasn't all rainbows with Unique, but I'd rather be with good and bad than just bad disguised as good. I felt sick.

Unique took it upon himself to speak, taking a deep breath first. "I know I do wrong, and I apologized for that shit before. Actually, no, I apologize for everything I have ever done to hurt you and what I might do to hurt you in the future. All of it...but all this shit concerning you hurting me? I'll let all this shit go right now. I just wanna know why you be using that nigga, huh? Why you did that shit to me?" He asked, scooting closer to me and moving my hands from my face so that I would look at him and be forced to tell the truth.

I looked at him in his eyes and shrugged. "...I thought you cheated first. All them girls you and them other niggas be having around, I couldn't get it out my head that you was doing something, and when I was vulnerable, Jamel just kept those thoughts going. He told me if you wasn't doing something, which you 'for sure' was, then it was bound to happen and I believed that shit. I mean look at how late you be out. Plus when you do get home, you don't give me kisses as soon as you get there. You immediately go to the shower like you trynna scrub off a bitch scent"

I vented and he chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, that sound suspicious, but I'm all for you. I'm absolutely in love with you Y/N and I don't want nobody but you. Fuck them bitches. And the shower thing? Ion think you wanna know them stories, you might throw up on me from the image. You remember that time I broke my hand? Yeah" I chuckled at his reasoning and he smiled, taking my hand in his.

"I'd be a fool if I fuck up what I got for some street hoes. You too good to me, Ma" he lifted my head and kissed my cheek before kissing my lips sweetly, making me melt.

And just like that, we were back to where we started without all the tension, the setting a few minutes later would only deepen that feeling and connection I had with him.

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"Oh my goddd" I moaned, my head smooshed against the cream colored, leather seats.

My makeup was smudged and rubbing off on the material, making it shine with bronzer and foundation. By now my dress was rolled up around my waist and my bra was long gone. Unique held onto my lace panties that were pulled to the side and kept his strokes coming, the pace being almost unbearable. I felt him deep, so deep that my eyes watered with each overpowering jab.

"Fuck, baby" I heard him grunt from behind me, his hands moving up and holding onto my wide hips to keep me in place, which wasn't so successful with my back hunching out of it's arch constantly. With him hitting my spot head on, I began attempting to pull myself up using the doors handle. Thankfully it was locked or else it would have slid open and somebody would see me getting my back blown out.

"Where you goin? Nah, you can take this dick. You talk allat shit, you gon take this dick"

He hummed, forcing me back onto him by dragging me back down, my tired arms just laying where they dropped to when he pulled me. "Bounce on this dick" he instructed, my head tiredly shaking. I could barely take it and he wanted me to bounce on it? The man was crazy.

I could feel wind from his hand swipe past my thigh but it was too late for me to react, his large hand already making contact with the skin on my ass, slapping it harshly. I took that only as a warning, knowing what he was capable of and started to bounce myself back onto him.

My thighs burned, my clit was throbbing and still overstimulated from the other position, and he still wasn't done. Every time I'd slow down my bouncing, thinking he'd take control again, he'd lay another slap on my ass, telling me I wasn't done.

"Don't slow down. Bring that ass to me, ma. Mhmmm" now reaching both his arms around my waist and partially pulling me up, he started to thrust rapidly, sending me into a sudden shock. My breath caught in my throat, unable to be released as he did what he wanted, no matter how tired and bruised I was.

I tried to tell him I couldn't go on anymore, but my body wouldn't let me. I was completely drunk on him and he only took that to his advantage.

"You gon lemme get you pregnant again? Hm?" He asked, his head tilting. I laid my head back against his shoulder and weakly nodded, my bottom lip quivering. I quickly approached another orgasm, my hands reaching forward for the doors handle again as I felt it come harder than expected.

I had already came so much you'd think the orgasms got weaker as they went on, but they didn't. Before I knew it, I was squirting all over the seats, making me let out an uncontrollable scream. The sound came directly from my throat, the vibration irritating it so much that it'd leave my tone hushed for the rest of the night.

He pulled out and watched my juices drip from the tip of his dick, his own precum spurting out a little. His dick jumped at the sight. "Get up and come ride this dick"

He said maneuvering himself into the seat across from us and pulling me with him.

I weakly followed, falling right into his lap. I complained and whined with my legs still shaking as he didn't help, but more so push me into position on him. I put my legs on either side of him and he slipped himself back inside.

Wet sounds filled the car once again with me beginning my bouncing, using his shoulders to help me.

He looked up at me with low eyes, his bottom lip in between his teeth and his golden grillz giving me a flaunting flash. His hands made its way to my ass, squeezing the soft flesh while helping me maintain a proper rhythm to get him off.

"This pussy too good, baby. Ain't no way you thought you was leaving me that easy"

He spoke and ran his tongue across his bottom lip before leaning in and kissing my neck, a moan escaping my mouth. He was such an asshole, but he made certain shit sound so good, which explains why I'm even in this situation now. "You love me?" He asked, my head nodding right after. A sly smirk grew on his face at that reaction.

Lifting his hips, he started to thrust into me on his own, his hands moving down to grip onto the seats as he bucked his hips into me wildly. I threw my head back and cried out. "FUCK!— Fuuuck, Nique!" I called his name, my hands flying to hold onto the back of the seat.

My pussy clenched around him tightly, gripping him for dear life and he hissed, his dick beginning to twitch inside me. "Ouu, shit!" He cursed and wrapped both of his arms back around me, pressing me down onto him while he pumped into me. The feeling had me rolling my eyes back, begging for a break.

"I love you so much, baby. Daddy so sorry" he cooed softly in my ear. I moaned and nodded again, my mouth wide open. "You forgive me? Yeah?"

"Yeah!..I'm sorry, baby!" I managed to reply with a whine following immediately after.

"Let me nut deep inside this pussy then. It's mine right?"

"Yes! It's all yours!"

"Let daddy paint this pretty pussy then" he spoke. His tone was sly and controlled, but his breaths weren't, both his inhales and exhales being shaky with his orgasm nearing. I shouted another 'yes', and that was all he needed.

A minute later I found myself falling backwards, his arms catching me just in time as he released his nut into me, filling me up with a loud moan.

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[into-crazy]

don't wanna miss a thing

》 chapter 3

Negan Smith x Female Reader

Non-apocalyptic AU // The Walking Dead AU

Other Characters(mentioned): Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, and Carl Grimes

Summary: You get harassed by some guys on your way home and someone comes to your rescue. They walk you home, reflecting on moments from your shared past.

Warnings- mature language, alcohol consumption, age gap(reader's in her early 20s), slow burn, angst, comfort, fluff, ages 18+

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💕divider by @saradika-graphics

It was a painful walk down the driveway.

Even in your state, you still respectfully chose not to cut through the grass for a shortcut. Rick was proud of his grass, he worked hard to keep it nice and healthy. But now that you were finally out of there you let your tears fall freely.

You were so fucking stupid. Completely delusional to think that you could ever be with Negan. Who were you kidding? There was never a chance. You're just a kid to him. You've always been, and he'll never see you as anything other than that. Though what hurt you even more was seeing that he had his eyes set on someone else. You know that you have no right to be upset. Negan doesn't owe you anything, he can be with who ever he wants. However it doesn't stop the fact that deep down inside of you it still hurt.

Reaching the sidewalk, you turn towards your house and continue on. The sun is close to setting, casting long shadows all over the ground. That is how you noticed a vehicle coming up from behind, by it's shadow. At first you didn't think anything of it, assuming that it was going to keep going in the direction it was heading. But then it suddenly slowed and someone called out to you from the passenger window.

"Hey there, cutie!"

Wiping your eyes, you look up to see that it's a group of guys in a small SUV. They look like they could be high school seniors or college freshmen. Blasting their music loud enough for the whole street to hear. Whatever they were listening to it's rather obnoxious.

"Where are you heading off to?" The same guy from the passenger window asks you. You spot the can of beer in his hand. Well that's great, they're drinking in a moving vehicle. Hopefully they have a designated driver.

"No where," you return indifferently. "I'm just going home."

"She's not into you bro." The driver states to him lowly.

However he brushes it off and tries again. "Shut up man.. So we're uh, heading over to a party tonight over on the east side. How about I get your number and maybe I could see you there?"

The way he asked you felt as though he wasn't even asking you at all. It sounded more like a demand. That or he was rather confident that you were going to give him your number. Either way you weren't interested.

"No thanks." You toss back, hoping that they'll get the hint and move on.

Your rejection is heard by the other guys, they immediately poke fun at their friend. Which only stirs him on more.

He then attempts to cover up his embarrassment with a laugh, licking his lips before replying, "well see, that doesn't work for me sweetheart."

You stop in your tracks, turning to look at him in shock and wondering if you had heard that right. The arrogant smirk on his face indicates that you had. You hated hearing the word sweetheart come from his mouth. All of a sudden you start to feel very exposed. Remembering that you are wearing nothing but a bikini because your clothes are in your bag. It doesn't help that every one of those guys are leering at you like you're a hooker selling on the street. You nervously clutch on to the bag around your shoulder.

He opens his mouth again to speak. "So how about it? Give me your number and we'll meet up. Then I can fix that little attitude problem you got." He winks at you while his friends laugh and exchange high fives.

This whole situation makes your stomach churn. You want nothing more for them to leave you alone. Anger bubbles up in your throat too quickly before you can contain it.

"I said no!" You snap at him. "Now do me a favor and fuck off!"

He scoffs at that. "You bitch!"

He launches his beer at you from the window. Luckily it misses you. Instead it lands right by your feet. The can smashes against the concrete with a loud crashing sound and beer slashes all over your feet. It startles you into dropping your bag on the floor.

Everyone in the car breaks out into a laughing fit. You, well you stand there. Dumbfounded and utterly defeated. And you didn't think this day could get any worse, yet it had. This was the soggy cherry on top of a shit sundae.

"Hey!" A voice is unexpectedly heard from behind you, snapping the guys out of their guffawing.

The one who launched the beer motions at the driver to go. "Oh shit, let's go!"

The car speeds off as Negan rushes over to your side. It catches you by surprise, because what is he doing here?

"That's it- get the hell out of here!" He shouts at the car before mumbling under his breath, "little pricks." He then turns his attention towards you. "Hey.. you okay?"

You break down in tears, hugging yourself for comfort. Negan wraps his jacket around your shoulders to cover you up. Then he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you. You hug him back tightly and sob into his chest. Not caring anymore as you let it all go.

"I know, it's alright. I've got you now." His voice is low and soft as he strokes your hair. "Come on, let's get you home."

You nod at that, using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears. He collects your bag off the ground and walks you the rest of the way to your house.

"Rick send you to check on me?"

A scoff leaves his lips, "No. Rick didn't send me to do shit. I came because I wanted to make sure my girl got home safely. Good thing I did, too."

Negan calling you his girl would have brought a smile and a blush to your face, if you weren't still upset.

Coming up to the front door, he thinks of what to say. "Listen I uh.." his sentence trails off as he gently hands you your bag. "You should go on inside. I can come by for the jacket tomorrow."

There's no response or movement from you. When he turns to leave you snap up to look at him. "Stay?"

He immediately stops at that. Meeting your sad eyes, he doesn't say anything.

"Please stay with me for a while?" You plead quietly, hands clutching tighter on to the jacket.

Sighing deeply, he takes a second to ponder on it before agreeing. "Alright."

It's silent again as you unlock the door and step inside. He follows right after you, taking the liberty of closing and locking the door behind him. The chill of the air inside brushes against your skin, making you shiver. It didn't help that your hair was still damp from the pool.

Negan notices that you're cold. "You wanna go get cleaned up and put on something comfortable?" You flash him a worried pout and he chuckles. "Don't worry, I'll wait down here for you. I won't sneak out or anything. Promise."

You take his word for it. But before you ascend up the stairs you make a suggestion, "I don't want to come back down afterwards. Would you come up with me? You can wait in my room."

His eyes widen, he's taken aback by your invitation. Even though it was an innocent request it was rather unexpected, and that was what threw him off. Plus he's never seen or been in your room before. He briefly clears his throat, "I mean, sure. Is that what you want?"

"Yes," you return. "I just.. I'd feel better knowing you're close by. Knowing that I'm not alone."

There was no way he could say no to you. He hums and follows you up the stairs all the way to your bedroom.

The sun had finally set, casting the last bit of light through the curtains into your room. You navigate through the dimly lit space to turn on a table lamp beside your bed. As the light flicks on Negan takes in your bedroom for the first time. It was certainly a reflection of your personality, and that in itself made him feel welcome. He notices that you didn't change rooms since you're not in the master. He doubts that your aunt took it over either but that's a question he'll save for another day.

You scramble around, picking a few things up from the floor and moving others out of the way. Negan stood there, lazily following your movements. You collect a fresh pair of clothes from the dresser and let out a small sigh, "I'm going to go wash up."

He keeps his focus on you as you slide off his jacket and set it down on the bed. "Take your time. I'll be here." He assures.

"Feel free to sit on the bed if you want. I won't mind." And with that, you leave the room.

Negan decides to look around some more. He caught a glimpse of a photo collage on the wall, so he went over for a closer look. There were pictures of your parents, some with the three of you together. All with huge smiles and warm vibes. There were a couple snaps of the Grimes, looking like the picture perfect family as usual. One photo was of him and your dad in the garage, laughing as they posed for the camera. Negan remembers all the good times he'd spent with him.

He then came across the only photo of you and him up there. Right in the middle, it was a selfie you'd taken with him a while back. Your smile was so bright, and he couldn't help but notice the glimmer in your eyes. He really liked that photo. Negan spots your camera on the desk near the pictures. He remembers how you used to carry it everywhere, capturing the moments up on the wall above. You don't carry it around anymore, not since your parents..

A few more steps and he finds himself by the window. Peaking through the curtains, he's got a perfect view of his house from here. Everything from his driveway to the front door. It makes him wonder if you've ever watched him from here.

The sound of the door creaking brings him to turn, finding you coming back into the room. Your hair is damp from the shower this time, and you're wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a cropped tshirt. It was a bit revealing, however the man has already seen you in a bikini so you didn't think much of it. Besides, he'd told you to put on something comfortable and what better than the close you sleep in.

He looks you over briefly. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, I needed that." You admit. There's a guilty look on your face, like you have something you need to confess. A secret that you can no longer contain. Inhaling sharply you breathe out, "actually, there's something that I need to tell you."

He fixes his gaze on you, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I know."

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Flashback:

It was a sad, gloomy day. Even the sky looked melancholy, filling up with puffy grey clouds to shield away the sun. Not allowing the warmth of the rays to reach you or anyone else.

Many people had shown up to pay their respects and offer their condolences for your loss. Most of those people you knew, and very few in which you didn't.

The burial was especially the hardest for you. You couldn't exactly describe the feeling you experienced while watching your parent's caskets being lowered into the ground. You don't think you'll ever be able to describe it. But it was at that moment in which you knew that you would never see them again. At least, not in this life.

Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, and you didn't talk much at all. Relying mostly on head gestures. Only having enough mental energy to mutter a few words to certain people that talked to you. Aunt Rena never left your side throughout the whole event. Even Rick, Lori, and little Carl were always close by. As for Negan, he kept a bit of a distance.

There was already so many people around you, he didn't want to smother you with his presence as well. Though he did come by to offer his own condolences when he had the chance to talk to you more privately. You hugged him tight and never wanted to let him go. He kept you tight in his embrace, letting you hold on to him as long as you needed. It was up until other people came over to talk to you when he had to gently pull back.

It is a quarter to 8 pm. You've been home for a while now. Aunt Rena was exhausted from the day and had went to bed early. You had other plans.

Drained and full of grief, you grabbed a bottle of whiskey from your dad's cabinet and sat on the front porch looking through your family photo album. Since it's the middle of November it is cold. So you brought a blanket to keep warm. You sat by yourself, with shaky hands and teary eyes. Flipping through the pages and pouring glass after glass. Laughing at some of the memories through the photos then taking swigs of your drink when your laughter turns into soft sobs. You probably shouldn't be out here like this but you were. You didn't want your aunt to know, or worry. That you're slowly numbing yourself with alcohol so that you could stop feeling for a while. It seemed to do it's job. As you felt yourself gradually slipping in and out of consciousness.

Negan is pulling into his driveway when he spots you on your porch all by yourself. Immediately he notices that something's not right. You're not moving.

Getting out of his car he rushes over. Calling your name but no response. You are passed out and there's a half empty bottle of whiskey on the table next to you. At first he's very worried and assumes the worst. Though the panic fades when he hears the soft snores coming from you. He checks you over again, you're sound asleep with an open photo album tucked in your arms.

"Shit kid.."

Relief washes over him, though he's concerned with how long you might've been out here. Especially out cold the way you are. It's freezing and you only have a thin blanket wrapped around your body. Brushing some hair out of your face, he could tell you had been crying again. Your cheeks were flushed and dried streams ran down your cheeks and nose. He attempts to wake you up by shaking you gently. When that doesn't work he does it more firmly.

"Y/n.. hey, wake up."

You only mumble and tuck further into your blanket in response. Brows furrowing then letting up as soon as you get comfortable again.

The sight of you made his heart ache. He can't imagine what you're going through, though he really does feel for you. He had lost two of his good friends, but you had lost both your parents. It hurt you both, yet it wasn't a pain in which he would try to compare to yours. He only wanted you to know that you weren't alone. That he will be here for you when you need him. After all you've become his friend, too.

Negan takes the book from your freezing hands and places it on the table before ringing the doorbell. He waits there at the door for a moment until Rena answers.

"Oh Negan, hello." She is surprised to see him at this time of night. "What can I do for you?"

"Hey Rena. I uh, well I found y/n asleep out here on the porch." Stepping aside, he motions over to where you're at.

Rena gasps into her hands, rushing to your side, "I- oh dear, I didn't even know she was out here!" She strokes your hair, a frown on her face as she examines the contents on the table.

"I figured you didn't," Negan shrugs. "I know you wouldn't have left her out here like this."

"Oh no, I would never." She shakes her head. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I was asleep, she could have been out here all night."

"She's alright. Gotta get her inside though."

"If she really drank that much, it might be hard to get her up in this state." Your aunt worries.

It's clear to Negan that it would be a rather difficult task for your aunt to do by herself. So he offers his help. "If you want, I can carry her inside."

"Would you?"

"Sure."

Negan carefully scoops you up into his arms and takes you inside. Your aunt follows behind, with the photo album held closely to her chest.

"You can set her down on the couch, she'll be fine there for the night."

He takes you into the living room and lowers you on to the couch. You stir from the movement, slipping in and out of your deep sleep.

Your aunt decides that the cover you currently have won't suffice. "I'm going to run upstairs and grab her another blanket. Can you watch her for a minute?"

Negan nods, a quiet 'yeah' leaving his lips.

Your aunt goes to retrieve the item, leaving Negan with you. The sound of you mumbling grabs his attention.

"What.. what happened?" You ask, fighting to keep your eyes open.

"It's alright sweetheart." Negan shushes you. "You're safe. You fell asleep outside but you're inside now."

Giggling to yourself, you reply, "oh yeah.." You briefly look around, recognizing your surroundings. Last you remembered, you were outside on the porch. "How'd I get in here?"

Negan drops to his haunches directly beside you. "I carried you."

"You carried me?"

"Sure did." There's a proud grin on his face after saying that.

Taken aback, your eyes gleam up at him. "Thank you."

"It's not a problem." He brushes it off. "Just want to make sure you're okay. Your aunt's coming back with a blanket. Now close your eyes and get some sleep."

"M'kay." You shut your eyes, letting out a deep sigh. "Hm.. Negan?"

He leans in a bit closer. "Yeah?"

"I love you." It comes out just above a whisper. Though the room was so quiet that he had heard it perfectly clear as if you'd said it aloud.

He chuckles awkwardly in response because you have never said that to him before. But you are drunk and he is your friend, so he figured you were just saying sappy shit. Like the kind of things you'd tell the girl holding your hair back while you're throwing up the alcohol you've ingested in a toilet. He gives your shoulder a playful nudge, muttering back, "love ya too, kid."

With your eyes still closed, you shake your head. "No Negan, I don't mean as a friend.." Your voice is low and soft. "I love, love you. Always have." That is the last thing you say before drifting off to sleep.

Your confession comes as a total shock to him. He is left completely speechless, wondering if you'd really meant what you said. However, he doesn't want to wake you again to find out. There are so many questions going through his mind when your aunt comes back. Pulling him away from you and halting his thoughts.

"There now," Rena places a thicker covering on top of you. Negan stands there, staring at you while she tucks you in. "She should be alright down here for the night. Thank you so much for bringing her in."

Her gratitude snaps him out of his haze. "Not a problem, you're welcome."

Your words are all Negan thinks about on his walk home. You love him? Did you really mean that? It's possible that you were just spewing nonsense since you were intoxicated. But what if it was the truth and it had managed to slip out because you were drunk? He believes in that old saying, "a drunk mind speaks a sober heart." So if what you'd said is true, then how long have you had these feelings for him? Must have been a long time, you did say you always have.

Negan thinks back, to a few instances where he had caught you looking at him a little too long. The times you've blushed because of something he said. Moments where you wanted to be near him. That twinkle in your eyes every single time you looked at him. He had always thought he was crazy when even the tiniest of a suspicion that you were interested in him popped into his head. Maybe she's got a little crush. Nah, she doesn't.. She's looking at me like that again. Cut the shit, she's only being nice.. Those suspensions bugged him for a while. And each time they'd come up he would dismiss them.

The thing is, he has always been very fond of you, but he wouldn't think of you in that way. He couldn't. There was no way. You were his friend's daughter.

Knowing what he knows now, however, he doesn't think he could forget or brush that away.

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[popcorn1989]

Please do 3 and 27 with Sihtric ❤️❤️❤️

Notes: You didn't text me, whether with Reader or a character from the series, so based on the prompts I chose F!Reader, hope that's ok.

Pairing: Sihtric x F!Reader

Summary: "What is this feeling" - "What feeling?" - "The feeling that your heart only yearns for one person that doesn't let you sleep. The feeling that you just want to be with the person, that they belong to you. And you can't think of anything else" - "That it's called love Sihtric, nice to see you love your wife so much" - "I don't mean my wife, Finan"

"You mean the way is right?" you ask as you ride through the unfamiliar village, and the strangers looked at you and Sihtric suspiciously. "Yes, after this village, comes a piece of forest, and then we have to go through the other village and..." - "And then another piece of forest, then past the graves, then left and right, then straight on past the triangles of stature and..."

Below you stopped him and mimicked him because it had been going on for hours, and you're starting to wonder if he was chasing you across all the fields on purpose, so he could annoy you, but he stopped too your flood of words "Shut up, it's not my fault that it's so far away, are you questioning my knowledge?" he asked angrily, scowling at you as he did so.

He was in an awful mood today, so you didn't want to upset him any further and just shrugged. But he wasn't satisfied. "If you think like that, then you can continue on your own. Maybe you'll find a faster way" he spat on the ground and brought his horse to a standstill. You gave a short sigh as you also stopped your horse and watch him drink from the waterskin "I didn't mean it like that" actually an apology, but his mood was reflected in his face.

A villager stopped at your horse with several apples in his arms and handed you one. "For a piece of silver, the lady gets a whole sack full of good apples" before you could grab the apple, Sihtric intervened "We don't need any apples, go away" the man nodded to him, but looked at you, hopefully. "I said we don't need anything" Sithric spoke again, only deeper and more dangerously, and he nudged his horse, urging the man away from you. He grabbed your reins and led your horse. Stunned, you looked back at the man who was picking up the apples that had fallen by the push.

"What's the matter with you?" you asked when you saw the petrified face of Sihtric. "So I'm supposed to starve on the trip?" slowly his face turned to you. "We have enough, my wife baked and gave me some. You won't starve" - "Oh, that's ... nice… From your wife, I wonder what she didn't give you that makes you so angry" - "THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HER" he yelled at you suddenly, so that you flinched for a moment.

A joke, but you decided not to speak to him again. He threw you the reins of your horse and made his run faster, you just decided to follow him. But you're thinking hard about what you did to him yesterday, when you realize that you didn't see him yesterday, like the other days, like he's avoiding you. Maybe he didn't like you and wasn't pleased to have you around?

Hours passed, and you got the feeling that his mood was slowly improving. Was it because you didn't say anything? Or has he calmed down? It was getting dark, and he stopped and dismounted his horse in a rooted spot. "We'll rest here," he said softly, tying his horse to a branch. You jumped off and looked at him. "Only if it's fair to the lady?" he asked as he watched you do it, some branches gathered in his arms. You turn away from him and tie your horse next to his, but don't answer him.

The whole time, you didn't know what to say. You were now sitting together in front of the flickering fire, and you felt a little uneasy when you noticed how he was watching you work a thicker stick with your knife. "Don't look at me like that" you just said quietly, and he started to smile. A smile that made your heart melt "I'm just wondering..." he said and shook his head, not speaking further, "What? What are you asking yourself?"

"I wonder if you hate me very much" you looked up in surprise. "Why should I? I keep wondering how much I annoy you and if you hate hanging out with me." He looked up as well and your eyes met. "I don't hate you, not at all" - "Then why are you like this?" - "What do you mean?" - "Sihtric... you're an asshole since we left" he took a deep breath and looked back into the fire. Nothing came and you left it at that. "I have to .... I don't know, it's difficult" - "Your wife's bread is very tasty" you divert the topic.

You had no idea where that sentence would lead. "I can't stand her" You choke on your bread and looked at him asking "But Sihtric, she's your first love" - "Yes, as long as I knew what love really is" You didn't want to talk about it, he finally could not serious, but you had to ask "And... well... you're in love with someone else? And your wife... do I know her?" he nodded "You know her very well but Finan told me not to talk about it"

"Then we shouldn't, Finan is very smart about that." You swallowed your bread and hoped it didn't get stuck in your throat. The topics you talked to about Sihtric were mostly brief and never about love. "I think of you every day," he said softly. You started to blush, hoping the firelight would cover it up. "We should focus on getting over the path to Uhtred," you say.

He took another deep breath and stood up, "That's the Problem… I can't focus as long as you're with me .... You have no idea, if you were to tell me to stand still in the middle of a battlefield, I would. If you were to ask me to leave my wife, then I would … I would do anything for you" he said softly. You didn't see his face because his back was turned to you. It was indeed a difficult subject, and you didn't know what to say to it, even though you felt the same way. But you felt that it shouldn't be your decision, it should be his.

You got up slowly and wanted to go to him, but he must have heard it, he walked off and spoke seriously "I'll take a look around, so we don't have unexpected visitors" You gathered all your courage, ran after him and grabbed his shoulder. "I feel the same, but don't ask me for advice" he looked at you in surprise "You feel the same?" he asked quietly, his eyes searching for small signs that you weren't lying to him, you smiled and kissed his soft lips, he hesitated, but then returned your kiss.

#sihtric x reader #sihtric imagines #Sihtric #sihtric the last kingdom #the last kingdom imagine #The last kingdom #Tlk #dialogue prompt #thanks for reading #thanks for requesting!

[oh-soo-diabolik]

Emotionally Sensitive S/O Headcanons

ADMIN: I had issues with my last account and had to create a new one, anyway someone requested this. So hopefully they see this!

SHU: He's known for being very apathic, so with a s/o that's emotionally sensitive, he becomes very maniplutive.

More than likely, at first he's going to be annoyed that you're so sensitive, to the point it turns him off.

However, the more he observes you the more he grows to the idea of you being sensitive seeing he could his it to his advantage.

Heaven forbid you end up choosing him to be with, [dont worry i would too], he'll make sure to make you feel bad for trying to distant yourself from him.

There's no doubt, the closer you guys become the more clingy and manipulative he becomes.

Oh? You need to go to your next class? The one with Reiji, right? Why, don't you care about Shu's well being? You know he'll never last long without you. He'll die of thirst,

This man will make sure you come when called, you're sad? Come here so he can suck you dry, he knows you'll feel better if he does. I mean you are a masochist after all.

He knows how to hurt you and make you crawl right back to him, besides he's all you need anyway.

REIJI: Being the Mister Perfect he thinks he is, he's composed and he expects you to be the same way.

I promise you, this man knew from the jump how sensitive you are, though he was rather displeased, but then he connected the dots. Just like Shu, Reiji will use your sensitive nature for his own benefit.

He remembers every emotionally draining and upsetting events he 'saved' you from, not he expects you to show him how grateful you are.

I know what your thinking, 'it's giving Ayato', and you're exactly right. However, Reiji would never openly admit, but he likes to be praised as much as Ayato does.

He will take advantage of your nature, like Shu, it would be push and pull with this man. He will be cold and harsh, most of the time, and 'warm and welcoming' another.

His actions will grow accustom to you, growing dependent on Reiji. he's treated you better than the others so how could you not want to be around him and be vulnerable?

LAITO: The final boss of them all, he knows exactly how to get what he wants, of your emotionally sensitive? You're just his type.

This man is curling his toes as we speak, he's delighted you're 'easy to break', he'll become quick to 'defend' you against his bullying brothers.

Oh, you saw a baby bunny being abandoned by its mother? Here let Laito make you feel better.

He knows what to say to make you trust him, he'll compliment you and make you feel nice, but remember it's all for show.

Besides if you're always around him, he'll never go hungry! You practically fell into his arms.

AYATO: The one brother who probably will lose his mind, second from Kanato. But for many different reasons.

For some reason, I feel like Ayato would prefer someone who's sensitive, at least sooner than his brothers. At first you will be made fun of by him, he'll still call you names and so on.

BUT, I don't think he'll really mind. Shockingly enough, I like to believe he would want someone who can express emotions for the both of them, frfr.

Although he won't admit, but he enjoys when his brothers manage to make you cry. Because he knows you'll come running to him for comfort.

You may think for just blood, but no, it would be for possession. I have a headcanon where I believe Ayato needs his lover to be around him at all costs and depend on him entirely, similar to Reiji.

It makes him feel superior to you, he likes to believe your life is in his hands, but is he wrong though?

KANATO: Oh Lord, you've done it now, gg's.

If you think this pairing would be toxic, I like to think you're right and wrong? Why? With being sensitive himself, your sensitivity comes from a more sincere place. So there would be no doubt in hell, he would cling to you from the jump.

Remember, Kanato likes sweet things, and dolls. You're cute and sensitive? What else does he need?

I promise you, Kanato would never let you leave his sight. There isn't an hour or minute in the day you're alone.

He becomes almost dependent on your kind nature, 9/10 you're probably shy and soft spoken or rarely talkative.

Knowing he's bipolar, you're more than likely watching how you speak around him to avoid his violent ways.

13/10, he loves knowing he can make you cry easier than ever. So with that being said, you better not be showing his brothers your cute crying face. Puffy eyes and red nose from the sniffles, even cuter when you're wearing whatever he has you wear.

Will probably make you dress up and then make you cry just to see your crying face, is probably aroused by it. But we all know he isn't the only one.

SUBARU: Oh this man may be cruel but he isn't a monster.

This man will not know how to act, 9/10, you remind him of his mom. So the feeling to controlling you wouldn't stray away.

Yes he is a Tsundere, but he isn't a monster, [though technically he is] He gives me 'tough love' vibes.

He believes you need to grow a backbone, especially with his brothers roaming about. He always seem to be the one following you around, always the one stepping in.

At first, he seems to not care how his brothers treat you, probably minding his business.

But then again, you remind him of his mom, sensitive and dependent. Although he doesn't like to admit, he feels like he should be the one 'caring' for you, because its apparent you cannot save yourself or stand up for yourself, so he'll do it...yandere??

#diabolik lovers #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #sakamaki brothers #shuu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #xreader #ayato sakamaki #headcanon

[finniestoncrane]

Hello!! I've got a request for you, although it might be kind of on the...melancholic side.

If you don't feel comfortable writing it, it's totally okay.

Could I request the Riddlers' reaction to seeing the Reader while they're very sad? Crying, even? They're devoid of hope, they've got lifeless eyes filled with tears, and they're just about ready to give up on everything. They've probably isolated themself somewhere, too. Like their car, a cliff near the seaside, or the rooftop of a building, to break down in a fit of despair.

(i'm okay, i promise!! i was just in the mood for something kind of angsty and hopefully a bit of comfort, as well?)

Riddler Headcanons: Comfort and Angst

Riddlers x Sad!Reader, headcanons/ficlets ok i'm so glad you let me know you're alright because i was about to send like the coast guard to you or something to make sure you were fine >:( i was so happy to write this, i want to delve into more fluff and angst just to see if i'm any good at it, so this was a perfect opportunity and i hope it was ok! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: none just all fluffy and soft

Dano

he's so worried when he can't find you, but he figures he knows where you are. he makes it to your favourite place, under the bridge, knowing you well enough to hazard a guess that's where you might have gone. he doesn't say anything, just sits down beside you on the bench you go to when you need a moment. he doesn't have the right words anyway, he wouldn't want to make things worse. instead, he's happy to put his arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder, stroking your arm while you let your tears out. when he finds the courage to speak, his words fill you with comfort, covering you like a safety blanket. "everything will be ok, i'll make everything better for you. the world won't be as scary with me around."

Arkham

ok so you've locked yourself in one of the rooms in his lair, what is that going to achieve? if you're sad, why would you ever want to be away from him? and if you won't come out that's fine, he can be stubborn too! he'll just sit outside this door waiting for you to finish what you're doing so you can get back to your job. but his grumpy shell will break instantly when he can hear you crying through the wall, listening for a bit and trying to figure out what the best course of action is before telling you a riddle to cheer you up. "i can cry but i have no eyes, can fly but i have no wings...what am i?" he reassures you that whenever you want to come out, he'll be right there. take as much time as you need. but don't be much longer because he has work to do. "i'm kidding! well...only kind of..."

Capullo

you're being very dramatic, look at him, he's never cried, at least not that he remembers! and he's perfectly normal and well-adjusted and handsome. "don't cry please god i don't know what to do when someone cries...i can't think you're hot when you're upset and that's unfair." give him credit though, when he realised his usual brand of sleaze and tough love weren't working, he did move behind you to rub your shoulders, only having to be told once that now wasn't the time to press himself against you and kiss your neck. "ok cancel all of my schemes for the day, top priority is to get you back to your usual self, because if i'm not allowed to objectify you and touch you then what is the point?" it's crude, but it gives him an excuse to drop the act and let himself take care of you properly. you didn't even know he had it in him, but here he is, wrapping you in blankets and ordering your favourite takeout. who is this man? it's kind of weird actually...

Young Justice

by the time he's found you, you're done crying. sitting on a ledge on the roof of your apartment building, tears have left little streaks on your face and your eyes are red and watery, but you're past the sobbing. taking a bit gulp and a deep breath he comes and sits next to you. "i recognise you're in the acceptance phase now. whatever it was, you're past it now. i know the feeling. i'm here for your next steps though." he takes your hand in his and stares out over the city with you. "no one knows better than me how tough it is to keep going, but we've got this together!" he squeezes your hand tighter. "but please can we go somewhere safer, i really don't like heights..." it kicks you into protect mode, pulling you out of your sadness even briefly. he's a good distraction from your worries.

Gotham

guess who found their way to the docks and is literally running on his stupid long legs to get to you, standing on the edge of the pier with your back turned to the world. when you turn around, tears spilling down your face, he holds you in his arms. "crying won't solve anything. who hurt you? let's plan revenge." you assure him no one is responsible, it's just a feeling, emotions, your own body and brain are responsible you guess. "i understand that. we're out own worst enemies." although ed leaned into his worst enemy a bit more readily than you're willing to..."please, come with me and let me take care of you." and without much argument you're in his bed, wrapped in a blanket, being served soup and tea and listening to him play the piano. he keeps telling you he likes to feel useful, but you know you're there so he doesn't lose you again. it was nice of him not to handcuff you or drug you though!

#finnie writes #riddler #the riddler #batman #riddler imagine #the riddler imagine #riddler smut #fanfic #the riddler fanfic #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #ridler scenario #the riddler headcanon #gotham riddler #gotham #the batman #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #q

[the-final-sif]

Alright, c!Ponk is on his way! Clearly this will only mean good things, and there is absolutely nothing that c!Sam forgot to inform him about regarding c!Dream!

Ponk took a minute to figure out a gameplan. They needed to move quickly, and odds are Sam’s eyes were going to need something specialty to fix.

If it was anyone else, he’d just get a horse and ride out to them. Sam obviously couldn’t ride a horse. So, the next best thing was a cart.

Ponk didn’t exactly have a cart of his own, but there were several kept in decent condition that people would use from time to time, so he decided to borrow the largest of them.

Sam was big, but not as heavy as one might expect, and he and Dream weighed nothing by comparison so two of the stronger draft horses would do just fine. He brought some basic supplies, armor and a weapon. Not too much, the load needed to stay light. 

They were incredibly lucky that there were roads most of the way out to Sam’s location. There were also no mountains and only one swamp that could be skirted.

Ponk pushed the horses harder than he probably should’ve. But they were tough horses, and he gave them a full dose of speed and strength, along with a gapple each. That let them go at a full trot for two hours, enough to reach the location Sam had rattled off.

It didn’t take long to find where Sam had taken shelter. Thank god for that, since it was almost nightfall by the time Ponk spotted the creeper hybrid, who must’ve heard the horses since his head was flicking around anxiously.

“Sam! I’m here! There’s a cart-”

Ponk cut himself off, suddenly noticing the person laid out with their head in Sam’s lap.

They looked like a rabbit hybrid? Definitely too thin and a bit scraggly, covered in a more than ideal amount of blood, but rather pretty. Sam hadn’t said anything about another hybrid, but he probably forgot to mention them. Hopefully there’d be enough room for everyone.

“Oh- uh, okay. You didn’t mention you guys picked up a scragglier. What happened to them? And where’s Dream? Did he wake up?”

Sam’s face split into a grin of relief when he heard Ponk’s voice, before furrowing in confusion. His hands had moved towards... something, before going down to touch the head of the person in his lap, as if assuring that they were still there.

“What- What do you mean? This is Dream.”

Now, in Sam’s defense, he was blind right now. Ponk couldn’t be too upset with him. But still, shouldn’t Sam be able to feel the ears?

“Sam, that is clearly a rabbit hybrid. Dream’s huma-”

As he was speaking, Ponk’s eyes suddenly caught on something he’d missed before. At the rabbit hybrid’s hip was a very very familiar mask. There was no mistaking it.

Wait but that meant-

“Oh- I- I didn’t even think about that. Dream’s- it’s him. He’s a rabbit- I guess. Might be a hare instead? I don’t remember the difference. It’s- his mask hides it. The hunters didn’t notice- nobody did- but he took it off to escape.” Sam explained, suddenly realizing his mistake.

“Huh- that’s-” Well, on one hand, that explained the ever present mask. On the other, it raised a whole lot more questions. “Might actually explain why he’s still comatic. Long term body alternation with magic can be dangerous. Add in any kind of injury and it’s not unheard of for someone to pass out for a few days.”

Right. Injuries.

Ponk quickly snapped back into the situation at hand, hurrying to help Sam bring Dream over to the cart and lay him out for treatment. The horses needed a break no matter what, so they had time for Ponk to do full inspections of both them.

He started with Sam, despite Sam’s protests. They weren’t out of the danger zone yet, and if there was an easy way to restore Sam’s sight, it would’ve been extremely helpful. Unfortunately, that was where their luck ran out. The stuff used on Sam was reversible, but not with what Ponk had on hand. Other than that, the man seemed fine. Shaken, nervous, exhausted, but fine.

Dream was another matter entirely. Sam had given him regen and healing already, thankfully in the correct order, but there were still haphazardly bandaged injuries. His left leg was broken, and not set quite right, although it hadn’t healed over yet either.

There was.... there was also a lot of scars. Like, Dream had more scar than unmarred skin. Some of them... Ponk knew Dream before everything. Not like George or Sapnap, but well enough to know something horrible had happened. Several of Dream’s fingers had been broken and set wrong at some point in the past.

Ponk did his best with what he had. He reset the leg, cleaned out the wounds and positioned them to heal properly. He rebroke and reset the fingers too. It would have to do.

Then he got out one of his strongest healing potions and poured it right on the afflicted areas.

It... well it didn’t have no effect. The now-shallow wounds closed. He was pretty sure the bones rebuilt themselves at least partially. But it should’ve done a lot more.

Dream might just be naturally resistant to them? Or he might have internal injuries that were taking up the healing power.

Whatever the reason, Ponk didn’t want to risk overdosing him, so he switched to the regen and poured it on the bones. It did a bit more. Enough that Ponk felt confident Dream wasn’t about to die on them.

With that taken care of, he went back to inspect Dream’s head again.

There were no visible injuries, although dried blood indicated there must’ve been something there. Most of it was near the floppy ears, which had caused Ponk quite a bit of concern until he was able to inspect them properly.

Not much to be done about it here though. After taking one more look,  Ponk decided to wait until they got home to do anything else.

“Alright, well, he’ll live. I think he’s mostly passed out from exhaustion and stress. It’s- well it’s not normal but it’s also not unheard of for prey hybrids to keep going until they drop. He’s oddly resistant to healing magic, but I think I got the bones mostly fixed if nothing else. We’re going to head back now. If you can stay awake, then help make sure he stays as still as possible. Usually I’d strap him down for transport, but if he wakes up like that...”

“Yeah- no- not. We should avoid that.”

It took a bit of wiggling to work out, the cart was big enough for all three of them, but with one person laying out flat it was harder. Eventually though, they settled, with Sam again keeping Dream’s head in his lap to prevent any unexpected bumps. Then it was a matter of getting the horses hitched up, giving them both a dose of regen and strength plus some golden carrots for good measure, and they were off.

The horses held up admirably, seemingly just as eager to get home. Ponk hardly even had to guide them.

Which gave him time to think.

Sam got away from hybrid hunters while blind. Dream helped him do it. It... well, hybrid hunters were a common enemy. They’d need to alert the rest of the server soon. But it was still strange to think of.

Ponk himself was having mixed feelings about being here. It was the right thing to do- he couldn’t leave any person alone in a forest, blind with hunters on their trail. But... hopefully Sam’s eyes would be an easy fix, and he could kick him out of his life again. Even just being near him had Ponk on edge.

There was also the matter of Dream himself. Sam- Well, Ponk was hoping he’d decided to set aside old grudges in the face of hybrid hunters. It’d be pretty fucked up of him if he tried to take Dream back to the prison after what they went through.

But then again, Sam was a pretty fucked up guy. Ponk had first hand experience with that.

Ponk gave a half-hearted laugh at his own bad joke, then sighed. For right now, he’d bank on Sam being reasonable. As bad of a choice as that was. Failing that, he could keep himself in Sam’s way long enough to get someone else to come take Dream. Techno would probably help out. Bad hadn’t been fond of the prison towards the end. If he knew hunters were involved, he’d probably at least try to step in.

Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that though.

Hopefully.

#c!sam #c!ponk #c!awesamponk #c!dream #prison duo #dsmp #dream smp #sif speaks #c!awesamdude #apology cake au #sif writes

[cherrycola27]

Nevermore

Paring: Rooster x OC Commader Skylar "Raven" Blackwood

Warnings: Language, drinking, Mentions of violence, Allusions to Smut. Minors DNI 18+

Part 2: Once upon a midnight dreary

A sickly silence fell upon the room after Raven had finished introducing herself. She scanned her eyes across the group and found Rooster's face. His expression was stonewall and stalwart, but she could just catch the glimpse of angst in his eyes. He was hurt, angry, betrayed.

"Well" Maverick cleared his throat breaking the silence. "If there is nothing else to say, you are dismissed. I want everyone on the tarmac ready to go in 30." He stated the 12 aviators quietly gathered their belongings and left their seats to head to the locker rooms. Maverick and Raven stayed behind.

"Well, that could have gone better." Raven finally said. "Rooster definitely hates me now."

"Why is that Commander?" Pete asked her, having no idea of their relationship.

"Bradley and I went to flight school together... and we dated. After graduation orders took us to different parts of the world. Last night I ran into him at the Hard Deck as well as the other members of you squadron, and well, I lied to them about who I was and why I was here." Raven confessed.

"I see." Maverick countered. "Well, if it makes you feel any better Raven, a few months ago he hated me too, but we are better now. If there is one thing I know about Rooster is that no matter how upset he is with anyone, deep down, he wants to forgive them.

"Hopefully you're right Commodore Mitchell." She nodded her head. "Please, call me Maverick, Mav, or even Pete... Commodore is just... to formal." He told her.

"Yes Sir, well, shall go fly?" She asked turning to leave.

Maverick stood there a moment more as he watched her walk away. Raven had the same air about her that Charlie did back when Maverick had first met her. Professional, no nonsense, poised. She was disciplined and unwavering... everything he wasn't.

"Greetings Avaitors, this is your Commader speaking. Commodore Mitchell briefed me about your flying abilities and your dogfighting skills. I have to say I am impressed, but there is still a lot for everyone to learn. This mission requires more active combat and dogfighting than most of you have seen, so, working in teams you are going to try and shoot me down." Raven told everyone through the coms system.

"Commader." Payback spoke up "Yes Payback?" She asked. "Last time we were in this situation we had a little bet with Maverick... first to get shot down does 200 push-ups... care to wager that?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Make it 250 and you're on." Raven replied without missing a beat. "Deal" Fanboy answered for the group while everyone else let out a collective groan.

"Okay then, Finch, Garcia, time to put your money where your mouth is." Raven challenged them before engaging the pair who were flanked by Coyote.

Maverick stayed on the tarmac listening and watching where he came to a harsh realization.

Skylar may have acted like Charlie on the ground, but she flew like him. She was precise, agile, and daring. He watched as one by one she shot down the teams, never wavering. She acted and reacted, not thinking, just doing, she was in total control of herself... almost emotionless.

He listened in as she provided feedback to all of the pilots:

"You're too slow"

"Level out your wings, too loose on the turn"

"Trust your wingman, they are there for a reason"

"Reaction time is everything"

"Listen to your WSO, it's their job to know what's the radar"

"Communicate people or you are dead!"

Soon the last pair was about to go up in the air against her... Rooster and Hangman. Everyone else had been shot down and were sore from push-ups as they waited in the briefing room licking their wounds.

"Alright Rooster, you read to do this?" Hangman asked as they cruised. "Keep your head level don't let your feelings get in the way man." Jake reminded him.

"Yeah Bagman I know, control myself" Rooster huffed out. He couldn't hide the distain in his voice. He was clearly upset with Raven for lying to him. The girl he knew back in flight school never would have, which he never would have thought Skylar, his Skylar would be the pilot she is today.

"Alright Raven where are you?" Rooster called out.

"Right here Roosie? Did you miss me?" She asked dropping down from above them and turning inverted.

"Geez Raven, that's a very Maverick move right there... any relation?" Hangman joked. Maverick winced at the the comment.

"No sir Hangman, but then again I never knew who my father was, maybe we can talk about my daddy issues while you do your push-ups" Raven shot back.

Pete's eyes went wide at her comment. She didn't know her father. Charlie never told her who he was, which meant she didn't know that there was a very his chance that she was Maverick's daughter.

"Did I just strike a never there Rave?" Hangman taunted her.

"No Bagman you didn't, I'm fully aware of my daddy issues thank you very much. Only think I know is my mother told me was that he was a Top Gun pilot... apparently really good but a big ego, I decided to become better than him." Raven seethed back, the first hit of emotion coming through her voice.

"Well let's see how good you are then sweets... Rooster, do some of that pilot shit" Hangman called out as Rooster spun around out from under Raven in an attempt to throw her off and get missle lock.

"Really? Positioning for a cobra maneuver? That's child's play boys." Raven said before taking a deep dive and then immediately pulling up shooting in between them. Hangman and Rooster broke off in opposite direction, exactly what Raven wanted to happen.

She went after Hangman first Rooster used that to his advantage to come after her.

"Come on Rooster drop down off the perch!" Hangman angerly called out as Rooster went back to his old ways of over thinking.

"Yeah Rooster, take the shot" Raven taunted him.

But he was too late, Raven climbed quickly and by the time Rooster dropped down he accidentally locked in on Hangman while Raven spun behind him and took him out.

When all the jets were back on the ground Hangman jumped out of his plane angry. "What the fuck was that man!" He yelled at Rooster slamming his helmet down.

"I don't know I.... I just over thought it! Rooster defended throwing his hands up.

"And that's why you're both dead. You thought. You can't think up there. You have to do. You think up there and are as good as dead." Raven stated to them before walking away.

"Damn she sounds just like Mav. Even walks like him and flys like him too." Hangman stated. "Wouldn't it be something if she was Mitchell's kid" Jake laughed.

"I think Mav would have told me he had a kid." Rooster stated back. "Not if he didn't know. She said she didn't know her dad... what if her mom never told him either. She said her mom used to work for Top Gun, and she was born in '87 what year did Mav and your dad go through... '86?" Jake continued.

"It's not possible... Maverick may have been stupid probably still is, but I don't think he would have been dumb enough to sleep with an instructor." Rooster hesitated.

"He was stupid enough to bang an admiral's daughter... more than once, you really think an instructor was off limits?" Jake's asked before heading in to the locker rooms.

Rooster stood there on the tarmac, gears spinning on his head.

He thought back to flight school. He had met Charlie when she came once for family day. She gushed about his parents and how she couldn't believe little Bradley who sat on piano tops and wore cowboy hats had grown up.

She spoke fondly of his mother when she had come out to visit his father during his time at Top Gun and how much his death had hurt her.

However he didn't notice it then, but now he recalls how she became visibly uncomfortable when he spoke about Maverick, to the point of where she changed the topic completely... almost as if she didn't want Skylar to know about him.

Now he knew why. "Mav, you sly son of a bitch" Rooster muttered before taking off to find his God father.

He saw Maverick walking in the halls towards his office.

"Maverick, Mav....Pete... Commodore Mitchell!" He called out finally getting him to stop.

"Yes Lieutenant Comander Bradshaw, is there something I can do for you?" Maverick asked with an irritated tone.

"I need to speak to you... privately" Rooster whispered. Maverick wordlessly opened the door to his office and the men stepped in.

"Listen Bradley, Commader Blackwood already informed me of your... history... I don't care that you two slept together just as long as you keep it professional here and in the sky. Can't have you two getting killed on my watch." Pete told him.

"You mean keep it professional just like you did with her mother?" Rooster challenged. "Excuse me?" Maverick whipped around from his place at the window.

"You and her mother were a couple back in '86 weren't you?" Rooster asked. "You know I met Charlie back in flight school when she came for family day. She talked about my parents and how she had met me when I was younger. And I wondered how she would have, but then I remembered something mom told me when I was about 15 and wondered why you had never settled down. She said back years ago the only woman she had ever seen you truly love broke your heart when you were in Top Gun. That was Charlotte Blackwood wasn't it?" Rooster continued.

"What are you getting at Rooster? Yes, I made some questionable decisions when I was younger." Maverick sighed.

"I'm not done. Skylar said she didn't know who her father was, only that he was a pilot and was in the Top Gun program. She was born in 1987... you and Dad were in Top Gun in 1986, which was the last class her mother ever worked with." Rooster pointed out.

"So, she took another job and we lost contact. What's your point Bradley?" Maverick asked getting angry.

"So, flying with her today reminded me of someone else.... you! She flies like you, walks like you, talks like you, hell she even has the same eyes as you! She told me 'not to think' when I was flying.... sound familiar?" Rooster pressed.

"Lots of people say that Rooster, not just me." Maverick defended.

"Maybe, but the way she said it, her tone... it's... it's uncanny." Rooster said.

"You're trying to make a mountain out of a mole hill, looking for things that aren't there!" Pete raised his voice. "These are all just coincidences!"

"No they aren't! And you know it. Skylar Blackwood is your daughter isn't she?!" Rooster questioned him pointing his finger at him accusingly.

Maverick took a deep breath and leaned in his desk and lowered his head.

"Yes Rooster, I think she is." Pete finally sighed out.

Just then both men jerked their heads as they head a clipboard clatter to the floor and echo in the room.

Both of there eyes grew wide as a stunned Skylar 'Raven' Blackwood stood in the door of Maverick's office. She was frozen and there was no doubt that she had obviously heard the confession that had just left the senior pilot's mouth.

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[derzeitbistduegal]

back hugs | kamisato ayato

pairing: kamisato ayato & gn reader

contains: fluff, comfort, eventually ooc ayato?, please do tell me if i forgot anything!

warnings: reader has sh scars and they are mentioned along with the fact that they used to sh, they also talk about how they get insecure about their body from time to time, (most likely bad grammer because english isnt my first language and its in the middle of the night as im finishing this) once again please tell me if i forgot anything!

words: 1k

notes: this is my first post man im nervous. i used to sh and im trying my best to stay clean and i want to write this as a comfort thing for myself but also others who used to do so and are struggling :3 have fun reading this absolute monstrosity

it was a common habit of you to hug your boyfriend, ayato, from behind. whenever he came home from a long day of work and would enter your room you would go and hug him from behind and bury your face in his back and hold your arms tightly around his waist. or when you both woke up in the morning and he sat up to leave your guys shared bed, you would sit up behind him and hug him just as tightly as you did the evening before.

this morning was no different, you guys woke up and he sat up and wanted to leave your bed. that was until he felt two arms around his waist and a head on his back and a chest pressed against his back.

he chuckled at that but that chuckle fastly died down when his sight fell on your arms.

he did know about your scars, what youve been through and that you were doing your best to not do that stuff again.

you figured that he was staring and quickly pulled your arms away.

“sorry,” you awkwardly laughed “i wasnt wearing long sleves, i forgot.”

“you dont need to apologise, dear.” ayato said, now sitting so that he faced you. he shifted closer to you so that he now sat right in front of you.

“youre always the one hugging me,” he sighed and let out a small laugh. “it might not seem like a huge gesture to you, but it definitely is to me. i should return that gesture from time to time, shouldnt i?”

with those words spoken, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and at the same time you were pulled into someones lap. ayato pulled you into a hug - a tight one at that.

your face was pressed against his chest as he began talking more to you.

“while i cant relate to what you have been through in your past, i do want to let you know that i will never judge you for what you did. you know when i stare at your scars from time to time, im not filled with disgust or anything like that if you thought so. when i look at them, hmm”, he said while stroking your hair “im proud that you made it so far, dear, and i see how hard youre struggling every day to not do it again. i can only imagine how hard it is to resist the urge sometimes. but do know that im always here for you and if you ever feel like doing anything of that sort to yourself again, please reach out to me, you can talk to me, even if its hard. whatever youre going through, we will find a solution for this together. im glad that youre here with me now, and hopefully tomorrow and the day after too. i love you so much, i cant put into words how much knowing that i have you in my life brightens my day.”

he finished his talk but still continued stroking your hair until he felt something wet on his shirt that made him stop. his hands cupped your face so you were looking at him, and there he saw that tears were rolling down your cheeks. his eyes widened slightly at the sight, thinking he said something that might have upset you.

but before he couldve doubted himself any further you started speaking “thank you, love. im glad you feel that way, you know. it is hard to live with a body that looks like mine knowing full on well that i am the one to blame for the way it looks. from time to time i tend to get incredibly insecure about it, even around you, just like it happened a few minutes ago. i do know how you feel but sometimes i cant stop from letting the selfdoubt get to me. thank you for reminding me of that again. i love you too. having you in my life not only brightens my day, you know, it makes my entire existence more pleasant, it makes living actually worth and enjoyable. thank you for being here with and for me.”

as you spoke, your tears slowly stopped flowing and your hands laid on top of ayatos hands which still were cupping your face and he smiled at you. it was the smile that you loved so much, the one that only existed for you, the one he only gave to you.

he gently took your hands in his and started kissing both of your arms up and down.

“i love you”, he whispered against one of your arms “and i love your body, too, no matter how it may look like.”

“youre gonna make me cry again.” you said as he looked up to your face. as he did look up however he saw that you were smiling, at which he also smiled at.

one of your hands freed itself from his and went to cup his cheek. and with that, you gently pulled him into a kiss which he returned.

after you broke the kiss to breathe, he put his arms around your waist once again and he nuzzled his head in your neck.

“say, ayato, dont you have work to attend to? weve been in bed for way too long, havent we?” you asked.

“did i not tell you?”, he asked back, head still buried in your neck “its my day off today. we can stay in bed together as long as we please.”

you could basically feel his shit eating grin against your neck, but still, who were you to complain? after all staying in bed with your lover wasnt a bad thing.

“good, good.”, you started “lets stay like this for a little while longer.”

he hummed in response which sent slight shivers down your spine. “lets do just that.” he muttered as you kissed the top of his head.

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[bendingthelaws]

6

When tensions are high, it's only a matter of time till someone snaps.. TW - they are talking about a dismembered eye, so blood mention lightly, death mention, autopsy mention, but nothing graphic

Declan stepped in front of Colin instantly and brought him to a halt.  Karsten also had started to move from behind the desk.  A human can only take so much physical and emotional strain before they snap, and Colin Masterson just had.

The situation had just gone from bad to worse.  As if an eyeball that potentially belonged to a Colin’s intern wasn’t bad enough, said now the damned man had just lost his mind. Declan and Karsten were between Colin and Serena, but that didn’t seem to mean much to the man.  It was about to get ugly and quickly.  “Colin, hey man.  This isn’t going to help anything, and if you don’t stop then Dec and I are gonna stop you.  Rena is just doing her job, man.  Calm the fuck down, don’t make us calm you down.”  Karsten knew COlin better than Declan did, so he was the first to speak.  Hopefully just being blunt about it would get the damn man to think straight.  Otherwise, Karsten was quite sure that Declan’s elbow was going to meet Colin’s nose in quite forceful way.

If it had been anyone other than Declan and Karsten to step into his path, Colin might have taken them out due to the white hot rage that was coursing through his veins at the situation that he had found himself in.  He respected the Detectives too much for that though. He stopped before there was a physical confrontation and held his hands up. 

 No matter how disturbed and upset he was with the current situation, he knew that the cop was right.  Serena was doing her job.  How many times had he told her not to guess when giving answers to the police and him?  Now he was the one that was asking to do the opposite.  This case was getting to him far too much, but how could anyone expect it not to?  It was HIS intern that was being sent back in pieces for fuck’s sake.

“Whatever.  I need answers.  Do whatever you have to do to get me the answers I need, but I’d appreciate it if you’d hurry the fuck up.”  His hand scrubbed over his face as Colin left his office.  He needed to step out or there was going to be a confrontation again.  His nerves were shot, his patience gone, and his tact obliterated.  Destroying friendships wasn’t going to help anything.

Serena stood next to Spencer, almost behind him, watching the other three men as the situation finally deescalated..  It wasn’t till Colin had left the room she relaxed and let out a breath that she’d been holding due to the tension in the room.  Still on edge, she was at least assured enough to return to evidence collection without fear of being interrupted in a way that would disturb what she and Spencer would need.  There would be other evidence techs who would come in after they were done for all trace evidence, but all the visible biologicals were hers. 

“Thanks guys,” she gave the two detectives a tight smile before returning to work.  Serena had known Colin for years and never once seen him behave like that.  Even in the courtroom when he and Colt would spar, he would keep his composure.  It was just further evidence of the toll this case was taking on him.  If something didn’t happen soon, it could be all of them like that.

“Hey, no problem, doc. You do what you have to do, doll.  He’s just stressed but that’s no excuse.” Karsten glanced over towards the door Colin had gone through.  He wasn’t sure that the other man wasn’t going to come back in and raise hell again.  The pressure and stress Colin was under had to be immense, and a man could only take that for so long before there had to be an outlet.  That outlet could not be a member of the team though, that would bring no good.  “ He’ll come around when his head clears.  Finding this gem this morning can’t have helped him.  I just want to keep this from getting worse.”  Karsten blew out a breath as he watched Serena and Spencer doing there thing.  He was always fascinated how they worked in tandem, not having to actually say anything to one another at times.  They had their own language from working together for years.  Looks and small motions indicating what they needed..  

Declan stood off to the side observing as well, and keeping an eye on the door to make sure that everything stayed calm.  Karsten saying it would have gotten worse was an understatement.  If Colin went after Serena, worse was going to be a mild description of what happened.  Neither he nor Karsten would have let the prosecutor actually touch her, which meant it was going to get physical, and physical meant ugly and possibly bloody.  He’d prefer to leave the blood to the goons that had the intern.

“How much more do you have to get?”  Karsten wasn’t trying to rush them, but he had a feeling if they were too much longer he and Declan were going to have to keep running interference with Colin.  The first time wasn’t fun, repeats were going to just get worse.  This was one of the few times he was regretting leaving the Taser down in the car.

“She’s got it all.  Once we get it all in the evidence bags and in the cooler, we will be ready to get out of here.”  Spencer answered for Rena as she was slipping a swab of the blood from one corner of the box into a collection bag that he was holding.  The syringe that had been lying on the desk since she withdrew the vitreous fluid was next into a bag.  Two more pieces of evidence and they’d be done.  He could not wait to be out of the fucking office.  It was like standing in the middle of a pressure cooker.  He’d rather be dissecting a corpse found after a week than this shit. “Kase, why don’t you go with Rena back to the crime lab?  That way we have the chain of evidence well documented by the ME and the Lead Detective on the case.  Should help us avoid any further challenges to the case.”  Spencer suggested.  “I’ll finish up with Dec while you do.”  He needed to get his boss the fuck out of there before Colin lost his shit, but there were a few details that actually did need to be wrapped up.  

He could have been the one to take it back with Declan, but he had a couple reasons for suggesting Kase and Rena.  1.  Rena was the ME.  While rarely had anyone questioned his credibility, he’d prefer not to have it done now.  Rena was above reproach.  Those who had tried to question her ethics had been verbally bitch slapped into the stone age by not only the doctor herself, but a couple of judges to boot.   2.  He didn’t like the thought of Rena going back alone.  While it shouldn’t have, the eye unnerved him more than the two previous deliveries.  He wanted her protected, and to a lesser extent, it.  Kase would do that in spades.  3.  Kase was his friend; and his friend was eyeing his boss.  Might as well throw the man a solid if he could.  There was one other who had his eye on the boss, and that man needed no encouragement or opening to make himself known.  Spencer was just helping even the playing field out, as it were. 4. Transporting bodies in body bags didn’t bother him, but there was something about that eye that was getting to him.  Maybe it was that he knew that if it was taken while she was alive that it would be horrifically painful and Colin’s intern had been sweet.  Knowing the person always made the job harder.

Serena wrapped up getting all of the evidence bagged and tagged, then into the cooler specially marked for evidence transportation.  Once it was all where it should be, there was a specific order to getting off all their gear.  Each person’s things went in a separate evidence bag with their name on it.  Most likely it would never be needed, but better safe than sorry.  This case was not a headache, it was a migraine on steroids and a jackhammer.  Once all of her things were cleaned up, she took the evidence bags and gave the equipment bag to Spencer. “Okay, Karsten.  You ready?”  A weak smile was thrown the Detective’s way.  At his nod and sweeping gesture to the door, Rena once again lead the way.  Colin had drawn back from the door as they approached.  She was thankful for that.  The last thing she wanted was a confrontation with her friend due to the emotionally charged situation that they were presently in.  Death was rarely easy for those who knew the victim.  She could not imagine what torture must be like.

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[banannabethchase]

Matt was so focused on a bit for BTE that he misses his flight out to LA, and finds himself stuck in North Carolina. How lucky is he that a certain cowboy, a certain ex, sees his sad Instagram post and is able to give him an alternative.

~

Song title inspired by Heart Upon My Sleeve by Avicii feat. Imagine Dragons.

I had all of this read to publish like half an hour ago then AO3 stopped working and deleted all the edits and formatting I did. So. I am Upset.

~

“I know, I know,” Matt says, propping the phone up between his cheek and shoulder. “Just go without me.”

“You’ll miss your flight,” Nick says. “You know that, right? If you wait too long –”

“Nick, it’ll be fine,” Matt says, a little too sharply. “I’ll get there. You two get to the airport.” Matt hangs up the phone instead of dealing with Kenny and Nick’s haranguing, going back to the camera. He really needs to get this bit filmed in a hotel room – if he does it in an airport or at home, it won’t feel right.

It's another three takes, another half an hour, which Matt doesn’t realize until his alarm goes off.

“Uh oh.”

That’s his get to the gate alarm.

Matt pulls up Google Maps to find that the airport is half an hour away, and his flight leaves in an hour. Before he can do anything else, Nick’s name pops up on Caller ID.

“You’re still at the hotel, aren’t you.”

“I lost track of time,” and Matt won’t admit it to anyone else, but he’s whining. “Are they, like, boarding?”

“Yeah, me and Kenny are in line to get on the plane, man,” Nick says. “You’re screwed.”

Matt winces as he looks around the hotel. He still has to pick up the hotel room, still has to call a Lyft, still has to wait for it, still has to check out. “I’m screwed,” he says in a small voice.

“Call the airport and see if you can get a later flight out,” Kenny yells into the phone. “There’s got to be other flights.”

“Please stop reminding me you’re on your way to LA and I’m not,” Matt grumbles. “The one week you decide to come hang out.”

“Keep us posted on the other flights available,” Nick says. “Hopefully there are a bunch.”

There are, he finds out an hour and a half later when he gets to the front of the line of the check in area of the airport, but they’re all four or more hours away.

“And I wouldn’t bet on those flights making it to LA,” says the airline attendant. She turns the screen so Matt can see it. “Big storm across the Midwest. Honestly, if I were you, I’d find a place to stay here and try a flight tomorrow.”

Matt fights the urge to whine. “Okay,” he says, deflating. “Yeah, I’ll. I’ll check out a hotel. Thank you, ma’am.”

“No problem.”

Matt posts an Instagram story of himself pouting in the airport, captioning it with, “Stuck in North Carolina.”

As he’s scrolling hotel options, he gets a text.

[12:47pm]

You’re stuck in North Carolina?

Matt refuses to get too fluttery over a text from Adam. It’s clearly just him checking in.

[12:48pm]

big storm across the Midwest no flights out until Friday night they said

There’s a pause, and the phone dings

[12:56pm]

Need a ride?

Matt panics about the response for long enough to make it weird, then makes himself text back.

[1:03pm]

Not unless you can get me to la

[1:16pm]

If you want, you can stay at my place until it all clears up. I drove into NC so I’m about to make the trip back

Matt stares at his phone, rereading the text three times before allowing himself to believe what he’s seeing.

[1:20pm]

If that’s too weird, you can pretend I never sent that. But I’m happy to help you get wherever you need to go.

Matt’s stuck here until he can get a flight out, probably in a miserable hotel room bed that'll kill his back. Or, he’s going on a road trip with his ex to his ex’s house, who he just recently got back on texting and speaking terms with.

Unfortunately, Matt’s better at suffering emotional discomfort than physical.

[1:26pm]

that would be great. im at the airport if you could swing by

[1:30pm]

Yeah of course. GPS says 30 minutes, but I need to pack up and get ready. I'll text when I'm almost there. See you soon.

Matt is half vibrating as he waits outside the airport. He looks like any other person, hanging out while waiting for their ride. But he feels like this is different.

He and Adam haven’t been alone together, really alone, for any significant amount of time for years. Matt’s knee starts going a little nuts as he sits on the bench, so he stands up and gives in to the urge to pace around the small waiting area.

And then a familiar truck comes by. A few new dents, what looks like a new interior. But it’s the same truck.

“Hey, stranger, need a ride?” Adam leans down and grins at Matt, and, god, Matt had missed his dumb little jokes.

“Hey, Hanger,” Matt says, throwing the smile back at him. He chucks his hard side suitcase in the back of the truck with a grunt then brings his backpack and carryon into the cab.

Adam raises an eyebrow. “Where are you gonna sit?”

“They fit!”

“They – they don’t,” Adam says. “I mean, the backpack probably can, but the – the little rolly guy, you’re gonna have to chuck that in the truck bed, too.”

Matt wants to argue, wants to say that there is important stuff in here that really shouldn’t roll its way around the back of a truck when rain could hit at any moment. But then he remembers that Adam is doing him a huge favor, and he relents.

“Yeah, okay,” he says. He tosses the carryon over the edge into the bed. “You don’t have a lot of stuff.”

Adam shrugs. “Didn’t need a lot this time, since all I had to do was drive down yesterday morning.”

“You drove four hours yesterday?”

Adam nods as he puts the car into drive and pulls out expertly around the manic airport drivers, making his way to the main airport road with ease. “I like driving. Redid the truck cab to make it even more comfortable.”

“I noticed,” Matt says, before he thinks about it.

Adam glances over at him. “You did?”

Matt nods. “I mean, I spent a lot of time in this truck, right?”

Adam starts to blush, just a little bit, and Matt absolutely didn’t mean it like that. “Um. Right.”

They make their way out of the airport mess, and onto the highway.

“Thanks, again, for this,” Matt says.

Adam chuckles.

“What?!”

“Thanks again implies you said thank you the first time,” Adam says.

~

Matt’s never been this uncomfortable in his life. The drive started off awkward, yeah, but this is somehow worse. It’s been two hours since they left the airport, and everything they do or say has made the cab of the truck feel like it’s airtight and the oxygen is quickly depleting. Adam keeps making random half comments, things Matt can’t even begin to parse, but shuts up before any of it makes sense. Matt has pointed out five cows.

They’ve maybe exchanged six full sentences since getting on the highway, and that’s being generous.

Matt’s leg is bouncing like mad and he can’t control it, just pulls his fingers into fists and wishes he knew what to say to make this less awful.

“So you wanna talk about why you’re freaking out, or are you just gonna let your leg vibrate the cab of my truck into the stratosphere?”

Matt exhales. At least one of them said something. “I’m fine.”

“Sure,” Adam says, laughing a little bit. “Because that,” he nods down at the way Matt’s knee is still going, “suggests a very normal and put together person.”

Matt adjusts so he’s got his legs uncomfortably crossed, forcing his knee down. “I’m normal.”

“You are fucking not,” Adam says. “It’s fine, though. It’s why people like you.”

Matt glances over at him, Adam’s eyes are locked on the road. “Sure. I guess.” Before he can say anything else stupid, his phone rings.

“Hey, buddy!” Kenny says. “LA’s looking great. But…” He trails off, frowning. “I figure answering means you didn’t get a flight out, huh.”

Matt shakes his head. “Nope. Yours was the last flight toward the west to go out, actually.”

“Where are you?” Kenny asks. “You sound funny.”

Matt can’t help but flick his eyes over to Adam when he says, “Um. Adam’s letting me stay at his place for a couple of days, until the weather clears up.”

Kenny’s quiet for a moment. “Am I on speaker phone?”

Matt clicks it up and holds the phone up to his ear. “Not anymore.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Matt?” Kenny says, voice low. Matt hates being on this end of Kenny’s Dad voice.

“Everything’s fine, Kenny, he’s just helping me out.”

“This is a terrible idea,” Kenny says. “He’s going to hurt you again.”

“It’s fine, Kenny,” Matt says. His voice is tense. He can’t fix it. “I’ll text you when we get there or something. It’s fine.” He pauses. “And, uh. Don’t tell Nick.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Matt can pretty much hear Kenny roll his eyes. “Fuck it. Fine. Just don’t get yourself killed, you dumbass.” And he hangs up.

“Sorry about that,” Matt mumbles, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

“Kenny seems,” Adam pauses, searching for words, “agitated.”

Matt shrugs. “He’s been weird the past few months about everything. It’s not you.”

They’re quiet for a while, and Matt wonders if Adam is desperately trying to come up with something to say just like Matt.

“I can drop you off at Kenny’s, if you want,” Adam says, hesitantly.

“No, it’s the opposite direction,” Matt says. “Literally. That’s not fair to you. Plus,” he squirms a little that he’s about to admit this, “I feel weird staying there without him. The walls make weird noises.”

Adam nods. “Yeah, I get that. The one time I visited there was this weird squeaking sound in the walls. Sounded like a mouse, but Dobby would have gone nuts over it.”

Matt processes that for a second. “You visited Kenny?”

Adam sits up a little straighter. “Uh. Yeah. Yeah, right before All Out.”

“You visited Kenny during the pandemic?” Matt asks. He has no right to be mad. He doesn’t. They were well and broken up at that point, hadn’t spoken in a few days. “What the hell, Adam?!”

“It didn’t involve an airplane,” Adam says through gritted teeth, knuckles white on the steering wheel. “And it was your fault for refusing to come stay with me right before everything shut down, anyway.”

“My fault?!” Matt yells, and he glances at the clock. Here they go. “You had just pulled that weird stuff at Revolution – you were acting like you didn’t even know me!”

“You could have spoken to me once!”

Thus begins the worst two hours or so of Matt’s life in a long damned time, which he knows because he keeps checking the time. They go back and forth, shooting long-forgotten accusations and angry defenses at each other like blows in the ring. Matt almost wishes they’d been able to do this in the ring, where he could hear the smack of Adam’s open palm against his chest instead of the words, “You cared about your stupid YouTube channel more than me and you know it!”

“I went to California so that Nick wouldn’t be alone!”

“Which means you were okay with me being alone!”

He wishes he could hear the thud of his body against the mat when Adam would powerslam him instead of, “Don’t pretend you gave a shit in the trio’s match, Matt, you just wanted another belt.”

“I asked you to be my partner first. Before Kenny was even cleared!”

“Right, because I’ll believe that.”

“You should, because it’s the truth, you jerk.”

They’re yelling about something that happened way back in Ring of Honor, a miscommunication when they were first dating, when they take the turn off the highway toward the little country roads that are a little too familiar to Matt. He glances at the clock for the millionth time, then back out at the charming roadside stores. And then Adam interrupts him.

“Stop fucking timing our argument!” Adam yells. “Fuck, Matty, you still annoy me the same goddamn way!”

Matt shrinks. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“You keep looking at the center display every, like, two minutes,” Adam says, voice calmer than it’s been in a while. “Unless you’re super interested in my mileage, which I doubt, it’s the clock.” He sighs. “Just like you always used to.”

“I didn’t just time our fights,” Matt says, his voice quiet. “I time everything. You know that.” He chances a glance over at Adam, who, despite fighting it, is unable to fully hide his smile. Matt can find it in the corners of Adam’s eyes.

“Yeah, I know,” Adam says, voice low. “Two hours seven minutes.”

“And fifty-three seconds,” Matt adds.

They’re quiet for a few moments. But Matt is stupid, and he wants the last word, and he’s still not over this one thing. “I just think it’s a dick move that you straight up abandoned us.”

“Would you stop bringing that up!” Adam half yells. “Jesus, you guys made it pretty fuckin’ clear you didn’t want me around anymore. Kenny was acting like a dick and you and Nick kicked me out of the Elite. Hell, even before the pandemic you acted like you were sick of me!”

“I did not,” Matt says, suddenly even angrier. “You don’t – don’t you dare say that.”

Adam laughs, a little mean. “Yeah. Sure. I bet you were just waiting to break up with me. Had to find an excuse, right?”

“I bought a ring.”

Matt waits as Adam corrects his truck from crashing into a mailbox. “You what?!”

“A ring,” Matt says, and it’s hell to keep his voice steady. He doesn’t know why he’s saying it – to hurt Adam, to help Adam, to apologize. To prove that he was always so much more in it than Adam was. To show that he put in the effort Adam accused him of shirking. “Revolution 2020? Yeah, I was planning on proposing that night.” He ignores the catch in his voice. “It was the four of us putting on the match of a lifetime at Revolution, but it would be you and me forever.”

Adam is silent, and Matt looks over to see him staring dead ahead, lips pressed together in a firm line. “You bought a ring,” he finally says, voice shaky and wet. “For – for me?”

“Yes, for you, you dumb idiot,” Matt half shrieks. All composure gone, he continues. “And then you almost hit Kenny with a Buckshot, and you wouldn’t even talk to me and Nick after, and – and you proved it was always all about winning for you.” He angrily rubs at his eyes, refusing to let any tears into this conversation. “Proved that I was only there to help you get what you wanted. And that wasn’t me.”

Matt’s glad for the seat belt when Adam takes a rapid right turn into a surprisingly secluded little area without a word.

“Are you gonna kill me in the woods?” Matt asks, trying to hide his worry. “This feels very serial killer, Adam.”

“I am not,” Adam says, voice disturbingly calm as he pulls into a practically empty campsite, “going to kill you.”

“Oh, cool, leave me to die in the woods, of course.” Matt will admit it: he’s a bit hysterical. Adam parks and it’s…it’s not comforting. “Cool. Good to know you’re still willing to drop me and leave me to –”

Adam leans over and yanks Matt into a kiss that he feels down to his toes, half crawling into Matt’s lap, and makes this miserable, tearing noise from the back of his throat. Matt remembers to kiss back just in time for Adam to pull away. “You stupid, self-centered, bastard,” Adam says, voice ragged. He’s crying, trails of tears down his cheeks. “I only ever wanted you, you dumb fucking – god, I could kill you right now.”

“Not super comforting,” Matt mumbles.

“Just shut up for once in your fucking life!” Adam yells. It feels like it echoes around the cab of the truck, sinks into Matt’s skin. “Matt, Jesus fucking Christ, you stupid – I walked away because I couldn’t stand what I’d done to you!” He pounds the steering wheel with his fist, teeth gritted together. “And – and then, before All Out. When I thought I’d have to – when I thought we would…” He trails off and finally looks at Matt again, eyes red and wet and face shattered. “I couldn’t hurt you like that again,” Adam whispers. “I left the Elite to keep from hurting you more. I couldn’t let it happen again in the ring.”

They sit in it, for god knows how long. Matt’s pretty sure they’re, like, a few miles away from Adam’s home.

Eventually, Matt has to speak. “I didn’t know that’s what you were thinking. I didn’t – I thought you. I thought you stopped loving me.”

Adam laughs and closes his eyes, dropping his head back against the head rest. “How the fuck could anyone ever stop loving you?” He turns to Matt. “How could you think I’ve ever stopped?”

Matt lets out this weird little noise. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” Adam says, turning his body to Matt. His hand is an inch away from Matt’s on the middle seat. “That the day you and Nick and Kenny came to have my back in the ring, I almost died. Because it was proof I might still matter to you.” He reaches up and cups Matt’s cheek. “That loving you for all this time made me worth another shot.”

Matt can’t fight it. He leans forward and catches Adam’s lips, climbing into Adam’s lap. He tries to tell Adam everything he hasn’t been able to say for almost three years, apologies, confessions, questions, anything he can think of. His hands cup Adam’s cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears that make their ways down his faces.

His ass hits the steering wheel and the honk makes him jump.

“We, uh,” Adam says, eyes flicking to Matt’s lips, “we should get back to my – my house. We. We could.”

“God, please,” Matt says. He has to force himself off of Adam’s lap and onto the passenger seat. Adam doesn’t let go of his hand as he starts up the car and tears out of there like a bat out of hell. It’s only ten minutes before they pull into the long driveway in front of Adam’s house, familiar dirt and bumps that send something bizarrely nostalgic through Matt’s entire body.

Adam parks and turns to Matt. “I – I want –”

Matt nods rapidly, unbuckling and jumping out of the truck. Adam meets him around the front of the truck and they grab at each other on their ways to the door, Adam fumbling for the house keys and pressing Matt up against the door at the same time. The weight of him feels the same kind of thrilling, the same anticipation, as it always did before, and he almost falls backward before Adam catches him by the waist as the door pushes open.

“Bedroom,” Matt half pleads, “please.”

Adam laughs, turning them to shove Matt against the wall. “Yeah, Matty. I – yeah.”

Matt’s head spins as Adam gets two strong hands under his thighs and pulls his legs up.

“Just like old times,” Matt murmurs against Adam’s lips. He loops his legs around Adam’s waist and hooks them, and the balance is set so Adam can pull back from the wall and walk them down the hall to the bedroom. They don’t break away for more than a second on the way there, and it’s like they never stopped.

Adam half throws Matt on the bed and yanks his tee shirt off over his head.

“Aw,” Matt says, a little stupid already, “I wanted to do that.”

“Next time,” Adam laughs, and it sounds like a promise.

They kiss frantically for some time, hands roaming familiar planes of each other’s bodies, and Matt thinks he could melt into this moment and stay here for the rest of his life.

“I – I want you – I want you to –” Adam stumbles over his words, almost shaking.

“Slow down,” Matt says, and he reaches up to rest his hand on the side of Adam’s neck. “Hey, Adam. Breathe.”

Adam nods, still a little wild eyed, but he slows down and takes a deep breath. “I don’t want to mess it up again,” he says.

Matt sees the tears welling in his eyes. “Adam,” he says. “Hey. Adam. Nobody’s going to mess anything up this time.” He rolls them so he’s straddling Adam’s hips, hands pressing Adam’s shoulders to the mattress. “Adam,” he says again, because having the right to speak that name feels like a privilege, “I promise. We’re going to be okay.”

Adam sighs. “I don’t want this to be one time, Matty.” He settles his hands on Matt’s hips. “I can’t do this if it’s just pretend.”

Matt lets that settle over him. It’s a decent question – is this a spur of the moment? Or is this a road to what comes next? He thinks about it. He considers it.

And he speaks.

“Okay,” Matt says, smoothing his hands over Adam’s chest. “Yeah. I – don’t expect the ring, not yet, but.” He nods. “I want you to come back to me, Adam.”

Adam reaches up and yanks Matt down into another blazing kiss, his hands sliding up the back of Matt’s shirt, hesitating just a tiny bit. Matt leans back enough to let Adam pull the shirt up over his head.

“How do you look like this,” Adam murmurs, hands sliding up and down Matt’s back. The touch sends sparks through him, desperate for more.

“Weights, genetics, being God’s favorite,” Matt says. He grins at the way Adam rolls his eyes.

“Jesus, you never change.”

They fall into it, clothes strewn across the room in record speed, before Adam’s fingers skitter down Matt’s back to the top of his ass.

“Can I…?”

“Please,” Matt begs. “If you stop, I might die.”

Adam moves his fingers in a decision that makes Matt want to throw a shoe, but he reaches to the bedside table and pulls it open.

“Always so prepared,” Matt singsongs. His voice cuts off quickly, though, with the way Adam locks eyes with him. He drops lube on his fingertips.

“Lean forward, princess, so I can take care of you.”

 And there it is. That low voice from Adam, that focused control, that masterful understanding of Matt’s body and how to make it sing. His fingers work gentle magic, sliding into Matt and fitting like puzzles, and Matt can’t help but rock back against the touch. “More,” he whimpers, “too soft.”

“Patient, baby,” Adam says, leaning up to press kisses to the skin of Matt’s chest. “Be patient.”

Matt squirms, though, terrible with patience, and pushes down. “More,” he says, a little more demanding. “Come on!”

“Maybe I want to draw it out,” Adam says, fingers sliding at a pace almost excruciatingly slow, “maybe I’ve wanted this for so long that I won’t want to miss a second. Maybe,” he leans up, a little bite at Matt’s pec, “I want to make you wait.”

And, well. To Matt, that sounds like a challenge.

He rolls his hips down onto Adam’s fingers until there’s two, until there’s three, until he can feel Adam beneath his hips, rock hard.

“I’m ready, Adam, please,” Matt says. “I want you.”

“You have me,” Adam says, deadly serious as he looks into Matt’s eyes. “I promise.”

Adam slides his cock into Matt even better than his fingers, and Matt almost falls against him in relief. He never knew he could miss a feeling so much. “I missed this so much.” Matt’s almost crying with it as he rocks his hips, eyes fluttering shut as he angles better against Adam’s body.

“Me too,” Adam says. “God, you’re beautiful.”

They’re silent for some time, Matt doesn’t know, as they rock slowly, relishing the moment. They forgive each other over and over, with gentle touches and rocking hips, and with Adam’s hands resting gentle on Matt’s thighs. The weight steadies him, makes him feel whole.

He slowly opens his eyes to see Adam looking up at him with an ethereal little grin. He looks years younger, like he did when they first met on the indies.

“Adam,” Matt murmurs, “are you close?”

“Almost,” Adam says. “I – I could be.”

Matt stills immediately, and Adam stares at him.

“What?”

Matt grins. “Be patient, baby. Maybe I want to make you wait.”

Adam glares at him. “Oh, you’re a dick.”

Matt shrugs. “And?”

Adam laughs and Matt moves, bringing him closer and closer to release before freezing his motions until Adam relaxes again. Adam starts begging, pleading, singing Matt’s name beautifully.

Tears have gathered in the corners of Adam’s eyes again, for very different reasons, as he pleads again. “Please, Matt,” he gasps, “I need – I have to. Please.”

“Okay,” Matt says, on the edge himself. “I – you can come, baby, it’s time.”

“Oh, thank god.”

Adam gets an arm around Matt’s lower back and flips them, driving into Matt with single minded fury. Matt comes almost immediately untouched, the tension and the build crashing through him so hard he cries out Adam’s name and digs his nails into Adam’s back. Adam comes soon after with a hoarse sob, his face turned into Matt’s leg, and shoves himself into Matt one final time as the two of them calm down, bodies going more and more limp as the seconds pass.

“So, I know this is a weird thing to ask,” Matt asks, running his fingers through Adam’s hair, “but our stuff is safe in your truck, right?”

Adam laughs then pushes himself up so he can look at Matt. “Yes, it’s fine. My nearest neighbor is, like, two miles away. There’s no one out here.”

“So you can’t be sure there’s nobody living in your barn, waiting for you to come home so they can steal your food.” Matt pushes himself to sitting so he can kiss Adam before he steps out of the bed. “That’s a bit naïve, isn’t it?”

Adam shrugs and stands, stretching his arms out. It’s a good sight. Matt intentionally doesn’t look away.

“Come on,” Adam says, reaching out an arm. “Let’s take a shower. I remodeled it back in 2020. I think you’ll like it.”

Matt blinks. “Did you finally add the jacuzzi?”

Adam nods. “You were right. Changes everything.”

They wrap themselves around each other as they wash each other’s hair, as they clean themselves up, and Matt is unable to keep himself from the question. “When exactly did you do this?”

Adam doesn’t meet his eyes. “Finished it that May. I started it back when you refused to quarantine with me, when you were mad.” He fidgets a little. “I thought it would convince you to come back.”

Matt curls into himself. “Oh.”

They’re quiet as they dry off. Matt wraps himself in one of Adam’s giant towels and half fidgets while Adam gets changed. “Could you, um. Would you be able to bring my stuff into the car?”

“Yeah, course,” Adam says. “I know your thing about putting dirty clothes back on. Planning on getting your bag once I’m dressed.” He gives Matt a shy little smile and leans in, kissing Matt’s cheek as he does his belt. “I’ll be right back, baby.”

Matt sits down on the bed, cozy in his towel, as he watches Adam walk away.

And he thinks, maybe, the ring that’s still in his top drawer at home could soon find a home on Adam’s finger. Maybe, this time, he’ll be able to ask. And maybe Adam will say yes.

~

Mini Playlist: Heart Upon My Sleeve - Avicii feat. Imagine Dragons What I Need - Hayley Kioko Cowboy Take Me Away - The Chicks Back Together - Loote

#AO3 caused me emotional distress with this one folks #HangMatt #in which Sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now??? #anxious millennial dreamboat #Matt Attrackson

[paperstorm]

I just think of 17 year old Carlos getting up the courage to come out to his parents, only to have them never bring it up again. For years. It breaks my heart 😭

I wish the show would delve into this further, but I think the show might consider the issue dealt with since we've now had several instances of Carlos's parents being supportive of his relationship with TK. For a show like this with so many characters and so much going on, it's probably unlikely they're going to go back and unpack the issues behind Carlos's fears and feelings from that time. I hope we can at least get something going further into Carlos's relationship with Gabriel, especially re: Carlos's belief that Gabriel thinks he's too soft. That was somewhat dealt with in 2x08, so the show may consider this issue dealt with as well, but I think there's lots more there to explore. I guess this is what we need fanfiction for, and it's one of the many reasons I appreciate your missing moments so much!

I know, it makes me so sad. Carlos was hurting so much for such a long time and he plastered a smile on his face and shoved it all down and just carried on as if his heart wasn't broken and it's just devastating. I agree with you, I think the show considers it dealt with and probably won't go back to it, although hopefully Gabriel will say something sweet to him at some point during the wedding proceedings because Carlos still needs badly to know that his dad is proud of him.

Under the cut is a draft of a conversation they're going to have in an upcoming missing moment fic, I will flesh this out since the show probably won't <3

“We never talked about it,” Carlos says softly. “You hugged me and said you still loved me and then we just …” 

“I know.” Gabriel sighs and scratches the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. We should have.” 

Carlos doesn’t answer. He looks down at his hands folded in his lap. 

“It was all so new, for me,” his dad continues. “Not something I ever thought about. And I didn’t want to say something that would embarrass you, or upset you because it was a stupid question. So I just didn’t say anything at all. And you never brought it up again, and then the more time passed the more it became impossible to bring it up.”

“Yeah,” Carlos agrees. 

“But was my fault. You were just a kid, it was my job to make it okay and I didn’t.” Gabriel reaches out to squeeze Carlos’s shoulder. “I don’t care who you love, Carlos. As long as you love them right.”

Carlos sniffs and nods. 

“And I meant what I said before. You made me proud the other day. Not just because you followed your instincts and did your job. Because you protected the person you love, and that’s what a good man does.”

“I always …” Carlos blinks tears out of his eyes and feels like a little boy as he admits, “I always wanted you to think I was good enough.”

“I do. I’m so sorry you thought I didn’t.”

“I thought maybe me being gay … that you thought I wouldn’t be a good cop because of it.”

For a moment, his father doesn’t speak. Carlos’s heart races and his skin crawls. He hates this, he hates being exposed like this with anyone, but especially his dad. Everything they’re discussing needs to be said, and has needed to be said for a long time, but that doesn’t make this conversation easier to have.

“I did think that, at first,” Gabriel admits. “You were always sensitive.”

Carlos nods shortly as his insides twist around each other, but then Gabriel puts his hand back on Carlos’s shoulder and leaves it there this time. Carlos looks at him, into the warmth of his eyes, and he’s smiling sadly.

“But I was wrong. I shouldn’t have thought that, and I know that now. You care about people. You stand up for people weaker than you. You protect the people you love. You saved the man you love, Carlos.”

Carlos swallows and nods again, this time with different emotions gripping at his windpipe.

“You knew he was in danger and you didn’t stop until you had him back in your arms. That is what a good man does. You made me so proud, son. And it’s my fault that I didn’t notice for so long what an impressive man you’ve become. Not yours.”

#anon asks #911 lone star #paperstorm writes

[legitelizabethwwefan]

College House Party AU - Phoenix x General Reader

A/N: I’ve been working on this imagine off and on, and it’s finally done! I like writing imagines with a college AU as the backdrop. This one is different from the others I’ve done so far, but that’s what made it more fun. Hope you guys like it!

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Word count: 1306

No warnings.

You sighed loudly as loud dance music pounded throughout the cramped house. The last thing you had expected was to find yourself here on a Friday night. Yet here you were, taking in the house party going on around you.

You had tagged along with some acquaintances from class, as they had been looking to blow off steam after a stressful week of school. You had agreed to come in the heat of the moment just so you could hang out and hopefully make friends. But as you wandered about the house, you felt so out of place. People were dancing all over each other in the living room, grinding all over one another without a care in the world. The room had felt so hot and uncomfortable that you had hightailed it out of there within seconds of entering.

The kitchen and dining area was home the home to beer pong and flip cup. The people who you had come to the party with were so absorbed playing the drinking games that they had forgotten all about you. You got the hell out of there too, not wanting to drink around a bunch of strangers. The idea of getting wasted in front of people you didn’t even know was anything but appealing.

The basement would’ve been your next spot to go, but that was quickly ruled out. You had managed to overhear from one of your classmates that people were smoking marijuana there to avoid stinking up the entire house. While you had no issues with weed, you didn’t want to get around strangers either.

You sighed as you tried to figure out what to you. Your classmates were ignoring you and every room to go to had more cons than pros. You began to feel as though you had made a mistake by coming here tonight.

Needing an escape, you headed upstairs to the bathroom for some relief. You lucked out by managing to not have to wait for anyone prior to entering. Once the door shut behind you, you took a few deep breaths to steady your rapid heartbeat. Being somewhere so out of your element had left you shaky and unable to think straight.

After a few minutes, you forced yourself to leave the bathroom. You didn’t want to face an angry line-up of drunk college students. Luckily, no one was waiting to use the washroom when you left.

You sauntered away to a hallway that connected several bedrooms. The doors were closed to all of them, so you didn’t dare open any of them. You didn’t want to accidentally walk in on anyone fooling around, but you also weren’t too keen on going back downstairs.

“You okay there?”

You jumped upon hearing a young man speaking in a deep British accent. He approached you from seemingly out of nowhere in the dark hallway. It was hard to make out what he looked like due to the lack of light, but you could tell that he was taller than you.

“Uh...yeah, I’m fine,” you lied. “I’m not drunk, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I didn’t think so. But you seem upset.”

You baulked at the idea of telling the truth. “It’s...nothing. Really, I’m fine.”

“Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself. I’m Jamie.”

“Y/N.”

You shook hands with Jamie, nothing how firm yet reassuring the handshake felt. You felt yourself calm down a little at his touch.

“What brought you here tonight?” Jamie asked.

“I came with a few acquaintances,” you explained. You paused to smirk. “They’re busy playing beer pong right now, but I wasn’t interested in joining them.”

“Yeah, I’m not into that kinda stuff,” Jamie revealed with a chuckle. “Wanna come into my room to chat?”

Your whole body stiffened at his suggestion.

“I’m not trying to do anything, I promise,” he added quickly. “I was just thinkin’ of getting away from downstairs.”

“Wait- you live here?”

“Yeah, I live here with three other guys. I didn’t really want them to throw this party, but here we are.”

You relaxed again and nodded. “Alright, I’ll go with you.”

Jamie led you to his bedroom, which was larger than you expected. Your bedroom in your apartment was basically a shoebox when it came to size.

You quickly focused back on Jamie when he turned on the bedroom light. You blinked for a minute to get used to the change before finally looking at Jamie.

You blushed at the sight of him. His dark skin and hair were complemented by warm brown eyes. He had dyed the tips of his hair orange, which look better than you had expected. He wore black pants and an orange T-shirt that looked a little wrinkled. Still, he looked nice and his smile was inviting.

“You’re handsome,” you blurted without thinking.

Jamie’s laugh was warm. “Thanks...Y/N, was it? Sorry, I’m bad with names.”

“You’re correct. And it’s okay, it’s no big deal,” you said with a shrug.

Jamie seemed to hesitate, but shook it off. “You’re pretty cute.”

You blushed at the unexpected compliment. “Oh...thanks.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t tryin’ to upset you,” he began.

“No, it’s...it’s fine,” you cut in. “I’m just on edge ‘cause this parties aren’t really my thing, you know?”

Jamie nodded. “Yeah, I totally get it. We can just hang out here, if you want.”

“Ah...sure,” you replied.

The two of you began to chat about various things. You learned that Jamie was a foreign exchange student from the United Kingdom, studying Theatre Arts. He had decided to study at your college because he always wanted to visit the United States. He also loved the campus atmosphere and the program itself. You told him about your major and that you were enjoying college for the most part.

During your chat, you realized that both of you had more in common than you had expected. You both loved watching movies (especially action flicks), boy bands and curry. Your previous nerves slowly faded away the longer the conversation drew out. You found yourself genuinely smiling at Jamie as you continued talking about yourself. Jamie was doing the same as he spoke, as well as when he listened to you. He hung onto every word you said with curiosity. Before either of you knew it, you two had been talking for a couple of hours.

“I bet you must be homesick,” you remarked at one point.

“A little, but it’s okay,” Jamie confessed. “It’s worth it, though. I’d be crazy to not wanna come here.”

“Fair enough,” you said.

Jamie suddenly grew quiet for the first time since meeting. His dark brown eyes darted to the ground in a shy manner.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something?” you asked.

“No, it’s just...” Jamie slowly looked back at you. “I really like chatting with you, Y/N. You seem really cool. Would you like to go out for coffee sometime?”

Your face lit up. “I’d like that a lot. When do you want to get together?”

Jamie sighed with relief, causing you to giggle. He laughed as well at how nervous he had been to ask you out. “Are you free this Sunday morning?”

“I am,” you said happily. “Let’s do nine AM?”

“I like the sound of that,” Jamie replied.

The two of you exchanged phone numbers just as one of your acquaintances texted you to tell you that they were getting ready to leave the party.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N,” Jamie said as he led you to the front door of the house.

“Same to you,” you responded with a content smile. “I’ll see you Sunday morning.”

“I look forward to it,” Jamie remarked with a flirty wink.

You blushed before following your group outside to begin walking home.

Perhaps going to that stupid house party had been a good decision after all.

#phoenix x reader #valorant phoenix #phoenix valorant #valorant x reader #valorant #imagine #imagines #valorant imagine #valorant imagines #au #alternate universe #college au

[kiruuuuu]

Kiru's Advent Calendar, Day 1 🍝

As promised, here is some of the content I've produced throughout the past year - and hopefully some new as well! I've always liked the idea of Ace cooking together with various ops and with varying success, so here's him filming an episode with none other than the master himself. (Ace and Maestro, Rating T, fluffy chaos, ~2.2k words)

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Saying Ace was nervous would be an exaggeration, but claiming he was completely at ease not quite accurate either. To suppress some of the restlessness, he checks whether everything is ready: various cameras are set up around the kitchen, he’s all mic’d up and has the second one ready, props are strategically placed on the spotless and tidy surfaces (he re-potted a basil plant even though he knows from first hand experience how fickle they are – this one will survive two, maybe three weeks). Ingredients are partly lined up on the counter, partly still in the fridge and freezer for maximum freshness, and he’s set aside the utensils they’ll need.

One stipulation his new apartment had to meet was a large kitchen, and he got lucky: not only is it brand new following recent renovations, it’s also extremely spacious with a proper kitchen island in the middle. He’s paying half a fortune to live here, but following the sharp increase in quality to his videos came a proportional increase in viewers, followers, sponsors and therefore income.

He stands in front of the fresh tomatoes, a little lost and a little anxious, and waits. One o’clock was the agreed time, and it’s 12:59 right now, so there should be -

His heart jumps into his throat when the doorbell rings. Not denying himself the whimsical joy of sliding through his corridor on slippery socks, he comes to a halt right in front of his apartment door and rips it open to reveal none other than his jovial Italian colleague.

Who is inexplicably carrying a large box of what looks to be groceries.

“Help me carry, there’s more in the car”, he greets Ace curtly yet with a friendly tone – all business already – and hands the box over (and why is it so heavy) before turning around and clattering back down the stairs to the ground floor.

Ace notices two things: 1) Maestro looks utterly stunning, and it’s wholly unclear whether he always dresses this well in his spare time or has dolled himself up for the occasion. 2) If he himself is heading back down, it means he’s got enough stuff to warrant two strong men to carry it. Which… is a tad worrying. Just a bit.

But Ace isn’t worried. He wouldn’t worry about it. He’s not worrying.

Quickly, he deposits the crate in the kitchen and nearly collides with his guest on the way down the stairs. A flashy Alfa Romeo is badly parked on the opposite side of the street, its trunk revealing two more boxes.

He’s beginning to worry.

Maestro seems to sense his bewilderment and, as soon as everything he brought occupies all horizontal surfaces in the kitchen, booms: “I know you said you’d take care of the ingredients, but I was sure you wouldn’t get enough, ragazotto, and I was right. You couldn’t feed a small family with these, look at how puny the aubergines are!”

Mildly, in case he’d upset the loud man, Ace replies: “We’re not trying to feed a small family.”

“Come now, don’t put yourself down – I’ve heard you have quite a few people who watch your funny little videos, you can’t let them go hungry.”

Oh. Ace’s eyes widen. Oh no. “We’re… we’re not cooking for my viewers.” Funny little videos?

Confused, Maestro turns around, eyeing the cameras with suspicion. “But …”

“Okay. Look. We are cooking for my viewers, but only digitally. We will cook and film ourselves doing so, and later they will watch the video. They don’t… visit me to eat. They live all over the world, actually.” Belatedly, he adds: “And it’s far too many anyway, my subscriber count is -”

“I see”, the loud Italian interrupts him like it comes to him naturally (and he really seems to enjoy hearing himself speak), “even then, you can freeze food if you must. Time to show your people how to feed someone.” He starts unpacking the second he finishes his sentence and frowns in dissatisfaction when Ace stops him.

“Before we start, you need a mic or else nobody will be able to -”

Aaaaand Maestro’s shirt is already unbuttoned. Revealing his bulky torso, pronounced muscles under the tan skin, just enough coarse, curled hairs adorning his chest… and Ace feels like it’s going to be a long Sunday.

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After the first fifteen minutes he finally understands how recipe blogs became what they are now. To every ingredient, Maestro has a backstory ready, ever-increasing on the impressiveness scale – this herb he already loved as a kid and climbed over his neighbour’s fence to steal some from their garden, his niece once choked on this vegetable and he barely managed to save her, this one was apparently used in chemical warfare in the 1920s, that one would literally kill them if prepared wrong. Ace barely gets a word in edgewise and eventually resigns to just standing there, listening to the epic tale of Maestro’s entire life laid out in association with specific types of food while mentally apologising to his editor. She’ll have to suffer through all this herself as well.

… she’s going to strangle him.

Halfway through a recount of how lentils single-handedly won the American Civil War, Maestro’s broad hands conjure up an expensive-looking wine bottle as well as an expensive-looking corkscrew. Ace is past the point of self doubt as he’s pretty sure he went over all the rules before the other man agreed to join him, therefore he simply cuts in: “No alcohol. We can drink after, but not now.”

The Italian looks at him like he just snapped a handful of spaghetti in half. “Mi scusi, I thought you were joking? How am I supposed to get into the flow when I can’t lubricate the gears? How do I get into the state where everything comes together, salt flutters out of my sleeve, my ancestors guide my seasoning and the sun itself shines out of the dish?”

Ace stares. And wonders whether Maestro is used to finishing a whole bottle by himself. “Later”, he emphasises after he’s regained his composure. “I appreciate the gesture though.”

His guest grumbles something and Ace believes he makes out the word dittatore at some point, but at least the wine is placed out of sight.

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What then transpires is an absolute rollercoaster.

Ace has never experienced this many emotions in such short periods of time – one second, Maestro confidently crushes garlic cloves with the heel of his palm like the world’s first cooking supermodel, the next he agonises over Ace’s carrot cutting technique so sincerely Ace may as well have stabbed his brother, and what follows is a salacious anecdote involving several military officials, a horse mask, copious amounts of hay and too many Cowboy boots, the entirety of which Ace’s editor will have to either cut out or bleep for as long as Maestro is talking.

Trying to clean up after his guest so the background isn’t cluttered or dirty is a Sisyphean task and at no point does Ace feel in control – Maestro takes over every horizontal surface to either cut vegetables at lightning speed or roll picture-perfect Gnocchi with his arms floured up to his elbows (be still my heart), he samples nearly every ingredient at some point and even tries to feed Ace repeatedly, and he won’t. Stop. Talking.

During close-ups of the sizzling dishes, while Ace adjusts clothes and hair, with his mouth full, in the middle of Ace’s sentences.

And honestly? It’s not even that bad. Ace gets to exist in the background for once, not having to make awkward small talk or come up with funny remarks on the spot, try to keep the conversation flowing to evoke a friendly and warm atmosphere so his viewers feel comfortable – all he has to do is stare at this beast of a man decimating a heap of vegetables into a soup divided into several pots because no single one Ace owns would be large enough to contain it. It’s obvious Maestro is having the time of his life, visibly enjoying leaving a trail of destruction behind him, knowing Ace will tidy after him; he didn’t even need the alcohol. But before Ace can wallow in the positivity of it all, Maestro drops a swear so obscene Ace instinctively twitches towards the nearest camera in the instinct of turning it off. He doesn’t, though.

He doesn’t have the time.

“… and here we are, bambini”, Maestro eventually roars not unlike a ringmaster announcing the next act – at some point, he got it in his head that Ace’s viewership was comprised entirely of children and he didn’t feel like correcting him, not like Maestro would listen anyway, “a three-course meal worthy of the gods! A hearty Minestrone to warm your bones first, then Gnocchi al Gorgonzola to satisfy your stomach and a light Affogato al caffè to bring it all together. Perfect for a light family dinner.”

“… of fifteen”, Ace adds quietly. He has to admit, the end result is inviting – not on the same level as professional food photography, presentation wise, but just the right kind of homely to assure you it’s been cooked with love, while seeming very appetising. “Let’s dig in! I let you do all the seasoning so I’m excited how it turned out.” Ace dips a spoon in the small bowl of soup and prays inwardly that it at least taste good. When the word about their collaboration spread in Rainbow, he garnered a vast range of reactions which still concern him a little, but credible sources have claimed Maestro is actually good at this. He lifts the utensil up and closes his mouth around it, careful to let the camera see his face.

And he nearly drops the spoon.

“Bit salty”, Maestro comments, having tried his own portion, and now it’s Ace’s turn to stare at him like he just claimed Sweden and Norway were interchangeable, because what.

He tries some more. Has to almost physically restrain himself not to dump the whole thing down his gullet. It’s one of the best dishes he’s ever eaten. Breathless, he pants: “This is amazing.”

Maestro shoots him a toothy grin. “My nonna’s recipe, pace all’anima sua. Wouldn’t stop smoking till the day she dropped dead, what a woman. Did I ever tell you about how she managed to trade a goose for a car? It started out -”

Tuning him out completely, Ace tries the gnocchi. They’re the perfect consistency, sticky yet not too starchy, the sauce melting in his mouth and complementing the mild base with its strong taste – without being overpowering. The flavour of the blue cheese adds a whole other dimension to the creamy goodness of it all.

Ace is dumbstruck. He couldn’t even choose the better dish, they’re both magnificent in their own particular way.

Because he has to, he spoons a bit of the espresso into his mouth, careful to get some of the vanilla ice cream as well – he’s normally not an espresso fan yet Maestro was insistent and even brought his own moka pot (just like he seemed to have carried along half his kitchen, including his entire spice and knife rack), so it’s worth a try.

And boy is it worth a try.

By now, Maestro is holding a full-fledged monologue straight into the nearest camera, so Ace turns to a different one to mouth delicious before pulling an unashamedly orgasmic face. Not even listening to his guest, he finishes his tiny portions while producing appropriate expressions for the benefit of his viewers, then steals Maestro’s before they get cold(er) and eventually even gets a third serving. Which he finishes long before the Italian is done with his current anecdote. So he just grabs some more.

There is absolutely no way he’s going to share the leftovers with anyone.

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“And that concludes this week’s episode of ‘kiss the cook’!”, Ace concludes a while later. It’s almost eight in the evening. They were meant to finish at five. “Thank you all so much for watching and please let me know if you actually try out any of the recipes. And thank you, Adriano, for joining me this week and sharing some traditional Italian dishes with us.”

As Maestro says his parting words, Ace reflects on the experience. Was it worth the trashed kitchen, the paint job necessary now that there are stains on the ceiling, the constant panic over whatever Maestro was doing, the constant panic over the way Maestro looks, and the large parts they’ll have to cut out because the man swears like a sailor?

Probably.

… will it be worth the comments he’ll inevitably get when his fans watch him lose his mind in more ways than one? Well. He’ll see.

They wave their goodbyes and Maestro, just as agreed, leans in to make the show live up to its name – only he, uh, must’ve misunderstood, or forgotten what they’d discussed, because he takes Ace’s face in his hands and kisses him right on the lips.

Straight up mouth-to-mouth.

A proper smooch.

For several seconds.

And Ace, reeling and nearly losing his balance when he’s eventually released again, decides that nope, this will definitely not be worth the comments he’ll get.

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