#i only noticed bc i was looking he did a good job at directing the attention elsewhere

[wonwoonlight]

when he finds out you're sick through the internet

A/N: idol!au. OC is also a celebrity though I don't explicitly say what. tiny teensy angst bc cheol is a worried Boyfriend💔 1.5k words! another random word vomits bc that's the only way i know how to write now lol idk why but everytime i write this kinda fic it's always seungcheol looooooooooooooool. not proofread, but enjoy!

[part 2]

Seungcheol doesn't really get angry.

For the three years you've known him in which you've dated him for two, you've only seen him actually get angry a total number of three times. None of them was directed at you, and all of them are for reasons that you would've exploded upon way before he did.

Seungcheol is patient and rational.

Seungcheol is normally patient and rational.

But he's never normal when it comes to you. And even though the patient bit still stands, nothing about his feelings towards you is ever rational. He's a little too emotional, a little too rash, and a little too worrisome when it comes to your wellbeing.

So when he's relaxing in the practice room during a break with his members, for once not on his phone because he's charging it somewhere on one of the tables, and he hears Seungkwan gasps a little upon his phone, he thinks there's another scandal blowing up upon the industry. But when the younger guy's blown out eyes meet him, colors drained from his face, Seungcheol hates that he knew it could mean one thing: something happened to you.

He shoots up almost immediately, not registering any words that come out of Seungkwan's mouth. His hands shake a little when he unlocks his phone, and his heart drops when he reads the official post from your company's twitter account that states your current condition, that you might need to pause your activities for the time being due to health reasons, apologizes for the worries, and asks for the fans' understanding.

He wants to get angry.

At who, he’s not sure.

At your company, for pushing you even though they know your schedule is practically inhumane? At your manager, for not making sure that you have decent rest in between schedules? At you, because he’s been telling you to fucking stop running towards whatever goal you have in mind but you insist that you know your limit and you’ll know when to stop?

Apparently, no you fucking don’t because else this wouldn’t have happened.

The rest of the members look at him in worry, and Jeonghan silently walks to their manager and the other staff to let them know about the situation at hand, that Seungcheol would probably not be in his best state to continue practice at the moment. The leader would probably insist that they continue anyway, but they’ve practiced for almost five hours already anyway and they could spare an hour or two for the leader when it’s clear that he’s worried beyond measure.

Seungcheol bites his lip as he tries to call you, his concern skyrocketing by the seconds the longer the beeping sound goes, no sign of you picking it up. He tries one more time, but you still don’t answer and he’s about to hurl his phone at the wall when your manager calls him instead, tells him that he sees his name flashing on your phone, informs your whereabouts, and that he should just drop by your place in a few hours if he wants to see you because right now you’re still sleeping in the car and he’s taking you home.

He finds it hard to say anything, a lump growing in his throat until he manages to swallow it down and ask how you’re doing right now.

“She’s… exhausted.” Your manager says quietly. “I know it’s my job to take care of her but… you know her. She didn’t tell me that she’s been having a hard time sleeping at night the past few weeks and it finally took a toll on her.”

It’s hard to suppress his anger, his breath heavier than usual though it’s not too noticeable unless they know Seungcheol. He wants to scream at your manager, but he knows it won’t do anyone any good and it’s really not the time nor the place for that. So he mutters a quiet ‘thank you’ before he hangs up, his members looking at him with a mix of worry and understanding when he looks up at them.

“Go.” Soonyoung says. “We’ve practiced enough today. Take care of your girlfriend and tell us later.”

Seungcheol nods and sprints out of the room, beyond thankful that his members always have his back.

Seungcheol is glaring at you when you wake up, though the way his thumb is still softly caressing your head and the worry in his eyes clearly tell you that his anger is nowhere near his distress. 

You offer him a weak smile, unable to defend yourself because you know what his eyes are scolding you for.

“Sorry?” You whisper and immediately cringe at how dry your throat feels.

He doesn’t say anything as he helps you sit down and hands you your favorite mug. Taking in the moment, you frown at how weak you feel, though you really only have yourself to blame because you genuinely thought you’re okay and you can take it.

You know it’s on you for taking as many schedules as possible, practically everything that your company offers you even when your manager says he doesn’t think it’s physically possible for you to do all that in such a short span.

Thinking about it now, you realize that your manager and the rest of your team also gets the short end of the stick through your decision. Him, your make up team, and your stylists would all need to be with you and your ambition forgets to consider their wellbeing even when you wrongly claim you would be able to handle it.

Guilt starts to eat you inside out, and it grows even larger as you see Seungcheol in front of you–didn’t he say he had practice today?–his face screams distressed and his shoulders tense since God knows when.

“Hey, talk to me.” He says softly when he notices you’ve been spacing out and you’re nibbling on your lip like you would when you’re anxious, taking away your mug before enveloping your hands with his.

You tear up almost immediately, and he moves to sit on the edge of your bed to usher you into his chest, patiently listens to your nonsense as you try to talk through your tears. He gets the gist of it: sorry–manager–company–wellbeing–my team–didn’t think it through–made you worry–overestimated myself–sorry–and the list goes on. He exhales as he hugs you tighter, both understanding and upset at the turns of events.

Being in the same industry, he gets what you’re trying to do, understands that you feel the need to keep on running while you’re able to, relates that you’re doing everything for yourself and your fans. But still, it’s hard not to be upset to know you’re pushing yourself too hard when he’s been telling you there’s no need to run as fast as you are without resting; that you’ll only hurt yourself one way or another and he hates that the one time he needs to be right, it’s this.

You end up laying down against his chest on your bed, hiccups and sniffles filling your bedroom along with a random song he’s humming against your head. You pull away to properly look at him, the first time you’re doing it since you woke up earlier, and his hum stops in question.

“Thank you.” You manage to whisper, your fingers grasping the front of his shirt without even realizing. “For being here when I woke up.”

He shakes his head like he doesn’t understand why you’re thanking him, simply leans down to plant a long, chaste kiss against your forehead before he pulls up your blanket so it’ll cover you properly.

“Just… don’t surprise me like that again, okay?” His breath is warm against your face, pleasantly so, and you nod as you promise him that you’ll take better care of yourself moving forward. 

“Are you staying the night?”

“Yes, I’ll return to the dorm the day after tomorrow. They’ve given me a day off.” You cringe at his words, though thankful that he’s been in the industry long enough to attain that kind of privilege. But still, you feel bad that you’re obstructing his practice and his members just because you’re foolish enough to– “Hey. Stop. I know what you’re thinking. No need to feel bad. I’m actually glad I get to rest with you.”

“But–”

“No buts. The kids can do without me for a day.” He playfully bumps his forehead against yours, his lips hover above yours merely centimeters apart.  He doesn’t meet your lips, though he kisses their corner sweetly and wraps you back into his embrace to the point where there’s no space between you two. “Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Good night, Cheol.”

“Night, baby.”

“See you in my dream?”

“I’ll see you anywhere you want me to be.”

He hugs you tighter, and you try your best to return the gesture despite the awkward position of your arms. It’s uncomfortable and you’re sure your arms will be sore the next morning.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way. Not when you succumb to sleep and find Seungcheol smiling at you on the other side of your dream, as real as he can be.

cont.

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[atinylittlepain]

Hi, love your writing!!! Anyways, I was thinking, a Joel x Reader! One-shot, where the reader possibly messes up a deal or trade with a different group and Joel is PIIIIIISSSSSEEEDDDD (grumpy angry Joel bc yes obvi 🧎🏻‍♀️) so anyways they go back to Jackson and he slowly gets over it y'know, BUT then when the next occasion for a trade arises, Joel brings reader along and it seems like Joel is betraying the reader, trading her for supplies (possibly handing her over to enemies or some real sick people) but then he reveals its a ploy to get the upper hand on the group and the two take out (k1ll) the bandits and Joel is basically like " I would never trade you for anything even if you mess up sometimes" Yada Yada fluff 💕💕💕

-yc :3

baaaabe, apologies for my delayed reply, but i love some good angst and wanted to do it right <3

gif by @riley-keoughs

Cold as Ice

Joel Miller x f!reader

joel miller masterlist

when she messes up on a job, Joel's anger freezes her out harder than the biting Wyoming winter.

warnings | 18+ angst, canon-typical violence, feelingsssss

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She was freezing. It was the middle of winter in Wyoming, and she was shaking so hard she could barely steady her hands on her rifle. It didn’t help that she was laid out in the snow on her stomach right now, peering out from an overlook at Joel and the men he was dealing with. She knew it shouldn’t be much longer though, so she did her best to steady her focus back on the scene in front of her. 

Joel had asked her to hang back while he traded with them, men that he had encountered a few weeks back on a solo patrol shift. Always careful to keep the existence of Jackson a secret, Joel had told the men that he was a lone survivor, making camp in the valley of the mountains for the winter. While the men had accepted this lie, they had also asked to meet soon to trade, something that Joel couldn’t deny without stirring suspicion. So, he made a plan to return to the plains the next week, bringing her along for hidden back-up if need be. 

She had said yes to joining him without hesitation.​ They’ve been partners for a while, having traipsed across the states with Ellie in tow and witnessed their fair share of horrors. Somewhere along the way, they had started seeking a little more creature comfort in each other, but she had chalked it up to just that, comfort, no need for feelings messing things up. 

Where Joel goes, she goes, and vice versa. But as she shivered in places she didn’t know could shiver, she wanted more than anything to be back in town where the unfathomable luxury of space heaters exists. 

Her nose was running, snot freezing right to her face as she tried to keep her eyes on the men down in the valley, but the deep itch of cold kept forcing her to rub her face in the crook of her arm.

It happened so quickly she didn’t have time to even think of stopping it, a hard sneeze racking her body. She was lucky her finger wasn’t on the trigger, but the men still seemed to have noticed it, heads whipping around to look up the hill that she was tucked behind. She could hear a swell of heated murmuring between Joel and the men. She pressed herself as flat into the ground as she could, praying that they would chalk it up to the whipping wind or an animal. The men’s questioning chatter died down into silence and she held her breath as the only sound that remained was that of boots trudging closer through the snow. 

She craned her neck up just enough to look out over the hill, relief flooding through her at the sight of only Joel hiking toward her, the four other men receding in the opposite direction. Her relief was short-lived, however, with the way he hauled her onto her feet with a harsh hand hooked under her arm, pushing her to keep walking along with him.

“What the hell was that?” Suddenly, the cold was the least of her worries, with the way Joel was seething beside her. She stumbled over her reply.

“I-I fucked up. I’m– I’m sorry.” 

“We don’t get to fuck up. Not out here. You know that.” Her heart dropped at the harsh tone of his words.

“Wh–what happened with those guys? Where are they going?” Joel huffed, keeping his eyes forward as they continued to trek back home.

“They got spooked. Gonna have to come back in a few days to finish this fucking deal. You’re lucky they weren’t smart enough to think anything more of that sound.” It was the last thing either of them said the whole hike back to Jackson, Joel’s anger cracking and fissuring between them until the distance felt insurmountable. 

For the first time since they settled in the house Tommy gave them, she slept in her own bed that night, startling awake to the sound of Joel slamming the door to his room.

…

It had been a quiet few days back in Jackson. She had been avoiding Joel as best she could, and he did nothing to stop her, each of them taking odd shifts to stay out of the house as much as possible. Ellie had sensed there was something wrong right away and had asked her “what the fuck happened” but all she could do was sigh and shake her head at the thick heat rising in her throat. 

More than anything, she was upset at herself, that she had made such a stupid mistake. But a close second to that feeling was the wary fear she felt being the subject of Joel’s obvious ire. If they happened to cross each other’s paths, he wouldn’t so much as look at her, keeping his head down and his brow furrowed as he quickly shuffled off. She hadn’t been sleeping at all either, having gotten so used to tangling up with him each night. There was no warmth, no steady heartbeat to lull her to sleep alone in her own bed. 

She was starting to resign herself to this new reality in which Joel Miller seemed to want nothing to do with her. She told herself that she’d stick around for Ellie, but otherwise, she’d keep away from the man she had so clearly let down. This didn’t last long, however, not when Joel sought her out at the stables, sidling up next to her where she was grooming one of the mares. It was hard to look at him, and she resolved herself to keeping her attention on the horse as he spoke in a hushed tone.

“I, uh, need your help tomorrow.” She couldn’t help the scoff she let out at that.

“Why would you want my help? I’ll probably just fuck it up anyways.” She knew it was a childish thing to say the moment it left her mouth, a heavy silence falling between them after. Joel finally cleared his throat to press on. 

“Gotta go back out tomorrow to finish that deal. Nobody else can know what’s going on, Maria’d probably have my head if she found out.” Her heart sank at the realization that the only reason he was asking her for her help was because she was the only person he could ask. She let out a harsh cough to mask the thick sadness creeping up her throat, nodding at his words, but still not looking at him.

“Alright, fine. We’ll head out in the morning.” Another stilted silence fell on them. She knew Joel well enough to tell that he had something else to say, by the way he was toeing his boot into the ground and lingering next to her. But he seemed to think better of it, letting out a sigh and grumbling that he’d meet her at the gate in the morning as he was already trudging out of the stables. 

…

The silence was maddening. They had been walking for a few hours, getting closer to the meeting point, but it had felt like an eternity with the way neither of them was speaking. They had never been particularly talkative on the road, but by the time they had settled in Jackson they had warmed to each other enough to usually keep a quiet conversation going. No longer able to stand it, she finally cleared her throat, words puffing out into the cold air.

“Joel? I am sorry– about last time. I–” Before she could finish speaking, Joel came to a halting stop, pressing her back behind him, and it was then that she saw the four men coming toward them, guns cocked. Shit.

“Drop your weapons! And whoever you got tucked behind you better step out to the side.” Joel glanced at her over his shoulder, a hesitant nod as she shuffled out alongside him, both of them shouldering off their guns, palms up as the group of men closed in. 

One of the men let out a low whistle, looking her up and down like a piece of meat.

“Was that noise we heard last time you, pretty?” She pressed her lips into a thin line, trying hard not to give anything away in her expression. The men all laughed, but Joel was quick to cut through it with a firm few words.

“This doesn’t have to be a problem. We can still trade.” The men instantly steeled back into silence, the mouths of their guns all aiming at Joel. The man who seemed to be the leader sneered.

“Was I talking to you, man? No.” He turned his attention back to her.

“Why don’t you walk over to us, pretty? Then turn around nice and slow so you’re facing your man.” With four guns aimed at them, she knew the man wasn’t asking, he was telling, so she did as he said, quietly trudging through the snow closer to the group before turning around to face Joel.

“Can’t blame you for hiding this one from us, buddy.” The man sauntered closer to her and she had to will herself to keep from flinching as he pressed up behind her, frostbit fingers skittering along her cheek. 

“What’s your name, honey?” She muttered her name to the man, trying to keep as still as possible as he skated the barrel of his gun along the side of her neck. She couldn’t help the quiet yelp that escaped her lips when he brought his other hand to the swell of her thigh, squeezing hard. She didn’t dare look at Joel, shame rising like hot bile in her throat.

“S’a pretty name for a pretty girl. Don't you think your boyfriend here was a little rude for not introducing us?” The men laughed again, a sound that sat heavy in her stomach. The man behind her hummed a little, pressing his cheek against hers as he looked over her shoulder at Joel.

“Isn’t he a little old for you, honey?” The men snickered, and her eyes finally darted to Joel’s face, his eyes squinted, mouth screwed up. A shiver of fear ran up her spine because for the first time in a while she couldn’t read him, couldn’t parse out what he was thinking or feeling in that moment. She had never felt so alone.

A gasp escaped her mouth when the man wrapped his forearm around her chest, cocking the barrel of his gun right under her chin as he kept his eyes set on Joel. She thought she could see his fingers flex where his hands were still held up.

“Tell you what, pal. I’ve got a new deal for you. You let us take this sweet thing off your hands, and in return, we won’t shoot you where you stand.” Blood rushed in her ears, an icy panic settling in at the way Joel wasn’t seeming to refuse, to offer up some alternative. She couldn’t help thinking that maybe this really was it, that Joel Miller was cutting her loose and feeding her to the wolves. Her thoughts were jolted by the sound of the man cocking his gun again, pressing the barrel a little harder into her jaw.

“I’d rather not ask twice, man. Do we have a deal or not?” She could see the bob of Joel’s throat, but he refused to look at her, his gaze staying on the man holding her up. 

“She has my knife. Just let me get it back and she’s all yours.” His words felt like a quick kick to the stomach and she choked on her breath, but her mind followed fast with the realization that what Joel said was a lie. His face was still unreadable, but it was becoming clear that he had a plan. The man behind her let out a breathy chuckle before harshly shoving her forward toward Joel, he catching her forearms to steady her.

“Go ahead, then. But make it fast.” Joel finally looked at her, reaching around her to unzip her pack, she guessed to look like he really was digging around for his knife. He ducked his head down, his words a low murmur just barely heard above the whistling wind.

“Know you keep a side piece in here. You still got your knife?” She offered him a faint nod.

“I’ll cover you. On my word.” She could feel his hand in her pack closing around the pistol she had stowed in there. She met his gaze again, one more jerk of a nod followed by Joel’s muttered “now.” 

They did what they do best. She whipped around in a flash, Joel already shooting one man down as she ran up on the others. The three men left standing were so disoriented, unsure where to aim their guns, and she made quick work of a second man, striking her blade across his throat and sending him down to his knees, warm blood spurting across her face. Joel was quick to put a bullet in another one, leaving the leader for her. She was more than happy to jam her blade up into the softness beneath his ribs, watching blood gurgle out of his mouth before he slumped to the ground. 

Her hands were shaking as her eyes swept over the aftermath, but Joel quickly came up behind her, spinning her around to face him and cupping her jaw in his palms, eyes searching her expression.

“You alright? Not hurt anywhere?” She shook her head in his hold, finally letting out a stuttering laugh, making Joel furrow his brow at her.

“What? What is it?” 

“I just– really thought you were gonna let them take me for a second there. Thought you were finally done with me.” His face slackened at her words before he snapped back with a gruff scoff.

“You fucking serious right now?” She shrugged, eyes not quite meeting his.

“After last time, figured you didn’t want to work with a fuck-up anymore.” Joel made a harsh sound in the back of his throat, dipping his head down to try to catch her gaze.

“That’s bullshit. You’re my partner. I’m not gonna fucking dump you just ‘cause you made a mistake. That’s not how this works, how we work.” She finally met his gaze, a little fire kicking up in her anger.

“Oh, it’s not? Then why have you been avoiding me like the fucking plague ever since?” She didn’t get an answer, Joel breaking away and quietly muttering that they needed to get home.

Another agonizingly quiet walk back to Jackson.

…

When they got back, she was quick to stomp off toward their house, but could feel Joel watching her the whole way as he trailed behind. She was sick of getting jerked around by him, and now it seemed the tables were turned and it was she who wanted him out of her sight.

She took the stairs two at a time, quickly shuffling into the upstairs bathroom and shutting the door behind her. She wasn’t expecting there to be so much blood spattered across her face when she looked in the mirror, and the sight made her pause, her breath catching in her throat. It wasn’t the first and it wouldn’t be the last time she had to harshly scrub away the remnants of violence. 

The soft click of the bathroom door opening didn’t stop her from continuing to drag a damp washcloth across her face, skin going red and splotchy under her ministrations. 

“Hey, hey. Just stop– will you look at me, please?” Calloused hands grabbed her wrists to stop her movements, turning her toward him. Joel let out a long sigh when she still wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“Look, I’m sorry for the way I acted. I was never mad at you– was mad at the fucking situation. A-and I was trying to create some distance before I said something I didn’t mean. Never wanna hurt you– you’re– I–” he stopped himself with another sigh, leaning back against the sink. She tentatively stepped between his legs, her wrists still held firm in his hands between them.

“I’m sorry too, Joel. It was an accident– but it was a stupid one. Fucking hate that I let you down.” He let go of her wrists to bring one hand to cup her jaw, tilting her head to finally get her to meet his gaze.

“Didn’t let me down. Even if you did– more than made up for it today with the way you took out those fucking fools.” That coaxed a half-hearted smile from her as she leaned into his touch.

“We did that together.” He nodded lightly, thumb stroking the arc of her cheek and making her breath hitch.

“We did. Make a good team. Right, partner?” Her smile stretched into a grin at his words.

“Right– partner.” When he kissed her, it felt different. This wasn’t their usual lust-driven tangles. It was careful, and dizzyingly sweet, something she hadn’t known Joel was capable of. He pulled away just slightly to rest his forehead against hers as they silently followed the push and pull of each other’s breath. 

“You know I wouldn’t do that, right? Would never leave you.” She sighed, nodding her head slightly against his.

“I know you wouldn’t. But it wouldn’t hurt to be reminded every now and again.” That made him chuckle as he brought his other hand to her hip, squeezing lightly.

“Consider this your first reminder then.” 

The kiss he gave her that time was just as sweet as the first. It was all the reminding she needed.

#joel miller angst #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller fluff #joel miller one shot #joel miller imagine #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #tlou

[teasteeper]

ohh i like this…. i got carried away T_T (sorry anon, i had to delete the original ask bc tumblr deleted half of this when i first posted it. i hope u see this <3)

suggestive 18+ mdni

before you started working for them hendery couldn't care less about getting his makeup done, seeing it as a time to scroll through his phone, his eyes burning after waking up only thirty minutes prior. he's truly a man in that he doesn't get makeup, barely noticing a difference between his bare face and his face after sitting in the chair for an hour. he hates those tiny angled brushes near his eyes, the feeling of foundation suffocating. he honestly prefers the days when he's running late, getting pushed into the chair while all the makeup artists band together to make him look flawless in under ten minutes. the less time he has to spend getting his makeup done, the better.

that's until the day you started, brushing glitter onto yangyang's eyelids as hendery stumbled through the door forty five minutes late, a baggy hoodie draped over his shoulders and his hair sticking up in all directions. did he even wake up?, he thinks, frozen awkwardly in place as he deciphers whether his tired eyes were actually staring at the prettiest girl he's ever seen or if he was still dreaming.

the artist hunched over kun subtly rolls her eyes at the sight of hendery, tapping your shoulder and pointing to him with her foundation cushion, "i'll finish yangyang's makeup. you can start on him"

hendery sits in the makeup chair, heart racing as you pick up your bag of supplies and move towards him. it's too early for this, he thinks, the soft smile you give him and your sweet vanilla scent, your fingers gently clipping his hair away from his face. it all goes straight to his dick, his mind still half asleep and morning wood not yet fully soft. yeah, it's too early for this.

from then on he sets his alarms extra early, fixing his hair and putting on a decent outfit before getting to set on time, aiming to make getting his makeup done last as long as possible. the members couldn't care less, just happy that he hasn't been late for weeks. but you notice, looking forward to the early mornings you spend talking and laughing together. there's no use denying your big dumb crush on him, butterflies in your tummy when you tell him to look up at you, instantly following your command and showing you his big pretty eyes so you can do his eyeliner.

he actually starts to take an interest in makeup, purely because it's your job, and he swells with pride when you start to take an interest in wayv, listening to their music on the regular and getting fully invested in the team. to hendery it feels like you're his biggest fan, waiting off stage between performances so you can touch up his makeup and fix his hair.

this week finally comes around, and everyone's on edge, what with kcon and countless other performances wayv's scheduled to do. hendery's happy to see you loading your luggage into one of the black suvs parked outside the company building to take you all to the airport. you're there after every performance, his eyes scanning through the crowd of staff members for you. he gives you a tired lopsided smile as he steps forward, spreading his feet apart to make himself shorter. then you feel his hands on your hips, and you're left staring wide eyed at his closed eyes, waiting for you to powder his face. it feels like you're standing like that for hours, the soft weight of his hands on your hips, his abs tensing with his heavy breaths. who the fuck chose this outfit? his jacket mostly unzipped with no shirt underneath, the elastic of his briefs on full display. the worst part is he knows he looks good, flashing you his smile before running back to the stage for their next song.

you think this might be the best job ever as you pack up your makeup bag, watching the last song of their performance on the monitor backstage. hendery finds you again as soon as they're backstage, "follow me" he whispers, placing a hand on your lower back and looking over his shoulder as he ushers you toward the artists' entrance and through the door outside.

"hendery wh-" you're backed against one of the black suvs parked outside, hendery's hands on your hips like before. they tremble with adrenaline, sweat dripping down his temple with heavy breaths passing through his lips. "can i kiss you?"

you can barely finish your whimpered consent before he's dipping his head down, lips crashing to yours in a heated kiss. he's surprisingly gentle, grounding himself by pressing his fingers into your hips. muscles flex in his jaw and his cheeks hollow, swallowing your dreamy sighs. you're fully pinned to the car behind you, your tshirt riding up and his belt buckle cold as it presses against your tummy.

your hips are pressing up against his, whimpering into his mouth, and his restraint snaps. his arm circles your waist and pulls you into him so he can open the door to the backseat, "get in, baby" he's relieved it isn't locked, watching your shirt ride up your back as you crawl in.

he wastes no time pulling your leg over his hips so you're straddling him, tipping his head back to kiss you. he has to be back inside in a few minutes, hands roaming your body to feel as much of you as possible. his lips trail down your jaw, softly sucking marks onto your neck. he leans back every few seconds to check his work, addicted to the way your skin blotches and shines with his spit.

and you're even better than he dreamed you'd be, impatiently jerking your hips against his, your chest pressed to his and your arms clung around his neck. with the way you just melt in his hands, he figures you'd let him fuck you right here in the back of the luxury car. he nearly considers getting his cock out and making you sit on it, but the bubble around you two bursts, two loud knocks striking the car window. hendery's manager shuffles awkwardly outside, his back turned to you as if he hadn't just seen you two drooling into each others' mouths.

hendery turns back to you with an exasperated expression and feign panic in his voice, "does my makeup look okay?"

"i'll fix it" you smile, wiping your lip gloss from his mouth.

#asks #hendery #wayv #nct #hendery drabbles #hendery smut #hendery x reader #hendery x you #wayv smut #nct smut #wayv hard thoughts #wayv hard hours #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #wayv drabbles #nct drabbles

[secretcheesecakecat]

Hi! I hope you are doing well <3

I want to request Bonten Rindou timeline seeing his ex-girlfriend that he never got over out at a cafe, sitting alone and staring at her laptop.

Title: You change, maybe i'll give it a chance....

Warning: Cursing, little angst on the start, fluff, mention of blood and murder, fem!reader

Rindou Haitani x fem!reader

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Rindou and Ran were going back to Bontens hide out after one of the missions there boss send them to.

Rindou was looking at the window watching other, normal people walk around the city of Tokyo.

"Something on you're mind, Rin?"

Ran said after looking at his brother for a few minutes. Rindou turned his head to him, rolling his eyes.

"Just looking out the window. Why? is that a crime?"

He said smiling at Ran. "Well not really, but you killing those guys back there was~"

Rindou look irritated at the words of his brother, as he goes back to watching out the window. He never really wanted this, he just wanted to be with someone, someone who made his heart warm as a teenager. And live a normal life, but there is no chance for that now.

Couple minutes goes by when the stop on a red light. When Rindou saw a little cafe, as he looked closely in it he saw it, he saw a familiar figure that looked like [Name]. Well at least he thought so.

"Stop the car!"

He yelled as he tried to unlock the door. Ran looked at him confusted.

"Rin we are on a red light. We aren't moving-"

Rindou couldn't even hear his words as he ran into the cafe, looking around for something, or someone that looked like you. Until...

His eyes wide in suprised. You were here, you, his only love. The one person he truly loved.

As he calm down, he started walking in your direction nervously. Would you remeber him? Does he have some blood left on his suit? Do you even know his name anymore?

But all the questions stop when he stand right in front of your table. You were to busy on your laptop to notice him.

"E-eh! Hello [Name]. Long time no see..."

Rindou said as you bring your head up to look at him. Your eyes wide in suprise as you look at the man in front of you.

"Rindou Haitani? Is that you?"

You smiled as you stand up to hug him. He frozed at your reaction. So you do actually remember him, thats good.

"Please sit down! Im sorry for my laptop i was working on some files for my work."

As you both he couldn't help but look at you, you look just as the day he meet you, beautiful.

"So how have you been?"

Rindou quickly smiles at your question, tring to make up a lie. You can't know that he is a criminal, if you do, he would never have anither chance with you.

"Im good, i just finish my job and on my way back i saw you in here so i thought i should say hi."

You smiled at his words he is still the same Rindou you had fall in love with years ago.

"How about you? How have you been?"

He put his head down and blushes.

"Did you find a new lover?"

You couldn't help but giggle at his words, leaving his blushing red like a tomato.

"Im fine. Job has just been little more tiring. And no i don't have a lover."

As he was about to say something his phone rang. He reach in his pocket. 'Fuck you Ran' Rindou thought to himself.

"Exuse me [Name]. My brother is calling, i need to answer him."

"Tell him i said hi!"

You said as he left the table and went in a bathroom. "What the fuck do you want now?"

"Relax Rin, im just checking you. Where did you ran of to anyways?"

Rindou sighs and leans againts the sink. "I saw an old friend so i came to say hi to them."

"You mean [Name]? Haha i didn't saw her in a while! How is she?"

"How did you know i was talking about her? You stalking me or some?"

Ran giggles on the other side of a call. "Rin you don't have any old friend that you haven't saw. Besides wasn't she your girlfriend? Why did you two break up again?"

Rindou look in the mirror. You broke up with him bc he was a delinquent, and your dad didn't want you around him. But that was years ago! You would give him another chance now, probably.

"I need to go Ran."

"Be safe Rin. And come back soon, Mikey wants you and new member to go on a mission."

*Click*

As he walk out the bathroom back where you guys were sitting, he looked around. You are not there. 'She left me again...' as he look at the table he noticed a small note on the table.

'Sorry that i had to go. I needed to go on work in last minute. I hope we can go out on another coffe Rindou. Here is my phone number, call me. :)

365 #########'

He smiles to himself as he puts the small note in his pocket and leaves cafe. Maybe he still has a chance. And maybe everything can go back as it was, so you can both be together and happy.

#chracters tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers rindou #tokyo revengers rindou haitani #rindou haitani #haitani rindou x you #haitani rindou #haitani rindou x reader #rindou x you #rindou x y/n #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani x you #tokyo revengers bonten #bonetn #bonten rindou #bonten rindou x reader #bonten rindou x you

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can i just say how thankful i am that you are keeping us samuel sluts WELL FED LATELY!!

And can i also please request something, anything angsty :3 i literally do not care what happens I'm just excited to see what you can provide 🥵

Thank you, kind anon. My heart is full of love from you and everyone else in my inbox (what the hell where did you all come from???) I hope this meets your expectations. It definitely made my chest tighten. Didn't specify a gender here- hope that's okay! would love to hear your thoughts bc this isn't the usual from me. big love <3

[Masterlist]

WOUNDED- Sam drake x Reader {angst one-shot}

CW: Injury, blood | 1.3k Words | Gif is absolutely unrelated I just think he's neat <3

“You’re….we can’t go back in there.” You hunch, dumfounded, pointing towards the entrance of the mid-collapsing crypt you’d just somehow fought your way out of. You clutch the bleeding gash on your upper arm, coughing as dust continues to settle around you.

The cough sparks a pain in your torso, drawing your attention to a bloodied score in your shirt.

“We can, and we will.” Sam grumbles, teeth gritted as he removes his plaid over-shirt, knuckles coated in a thick layer of crimson.

“Come on, Sam,” you urge, raspy and desperate, chin trembling. “We should get out while we still-”

“And then what?!” He snarls in your direction. You step back in trepidation, eyes glossing over as he waits for an answer. His eyes burn into yours, and you don’t know whether to chastise yourself for being such a coward, or scream some sense into him. His newfound aggression, however, pulls you away from the latter.

Never had a job gone so horrendously wrong at the last hurdle. Months of planning and physical toil, rotted down into a husk of nothing but severe injury and anger in mere minutes.

Sam scoffs at your silence, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt. The fragmented tearing of the fabric only makes you shrink further away from him.

You gnaw at your bottom lip, attempting to forego tears that threaten to spill, but the sudden sting from a freshly punched split has your cheeks dampen anyway. You wince, limping over to the wall to catch your breath and try to calm down. 

Sliding unsteadily down the wall, you land with a thud, boots forcing another cloud of dust to roll over the ground as gravel gets scuffed aside by your heel. 

The pain in your torso intensifies, and you shakily peel the torn fabric of your shirt away from your skin. It’s not good.

You watch through watery vision as Sam wraps scraps of his shirt around his bleeding knuckles, his expression stiff and unmoving from his indignant glare. His grey t-shirt clings to his torso, with help from sweat and blood that steadily grows more and more stagnant from time and exertion. His jaw is clenched so frighteningly tense that you swear you feel your own teeth ache, and oh, the anger in his eyes is horrible. You’ve never seen him so enraged- so…intoxicated by his own determination to succeed, to the point where he doesn’t seem to care whether or not you bleed out in front of him.

Does he care? Has he even noticed the extent of your injuries? You wince as the rise and fall of your chest repeatedly pushes and pulls soiled fabric from the laceration on your side. With reluctance, you press your palm against it, squeezing sore, cracked fingers around the expanding red stain on your t-shirt, and you hiss, unintentionally catching his glare.

He takes in your appearance, and it’s hard to tell if he’s more angry at you or himself. Then, he looks away. 

He fucking looks away, and you feel sick. You squeeze your eyes shut after taking an anxious glance towards your fingers. The small spaces between each are thickly oozing crimson that’d be so beautiful if it were any substance other than your own blood. God. No- you didn’t think it was this bad. 

“It’s just a graze”, you whisper to yourself. Just a graze. Your chin quivers. He’ll come around.

“Shouldn’t’a brought you.” What? Your eyes snap open in disbelief. “I shouldn’t…” You shake your head at the venomous grumble he mutters from across the room. Through a haze, you watch him smack blood and dirt-encrusted hands over pockets in search for more ammunition that you both know doesn’t exist. He grunts, loud, angry, before kicking the stone. 

You shrink back further into the wall out of a fear that you’ve never felt around Sam before, stifling a yelp of pain as your wound twists painfully under your hand.

He covers his mouth with his palm, nostrils flaring as his eyes squeeze shut- an attempt at suppressing his outburst to give way for some capacity to think. You watch on apprehensively, head throbbing as he turns back towards the crypt entrance you’ve only just managed to scramble away from, scathed, exhausted, and possibly on the brink of passing out all together. His brows shift from a tightened rage into a conflicted indecisiveness that makes your mouth go tight and dry.

It’s purgatory that you can’t afford right now.

“Sam.” You croak, trying to adjust your uncomfortable posture. “I…I can’t.”

Your lungs are suddenly under a painful pressure that you can’t shift. What would happen if he makes you go back in? Sam storming off ahead, blind-firing into mercenaries far more prepared for battle than the pair of you could ever hope to be, as you lamely hobble behind, becoming more and more lightheaded by the second. 

Your chest tightens more as you imagine him looking back at you as he ducks down behind a precariously structured pile of rubble to reload his pistol, with nothing but disappointment- no, scrap that- disgust in his eyesas you fail to keep up with him. 

You’d plead from a small but dangerous distance, crying out for him to help you get back to your feet after your inevitable fall; blood loss rendering your legs into useless jelly, bullet and stab wounds too sore to pick yourself back up again. The pain you’d feel as he mutters something towards you one last time before taking off into the gunfire smoke subduing your peripheral.

No. No! He’d never leave you behind. No matter how desperate he is to prove his worth again. No. Not your Sam. He’ll come around.

You pant through parted lips, damning your panic attack back to the confines of your stomach.

“We’re…gonna die if we go back in there.” You murmur, resting your head back against the stone wall, eyes squeezed shut as if to try and shut out the incessant pain pulsating around your body.

“Don’t be ridiculous-”

“I want to go home. Before I can’t.” You spit, causing Sam to glare in your direction. He stands slowly, taking in your weakened form. He’s trying to uphold his expression of anger, but a brief softness in his eyes fails him. You feebly grab at the wall behind you, dragging yourself halfway upright, stopping to hiss in pain. You’re lightheaded.

You collapse back onto the ground, and you feel your energy dwindle even faster.

Had you actually felt your own mortality bite at your heels this harshly before?

God, your heart is pounding, the sound beginning to echo around your head, taunting you with your own failure. Your own weakness.

He stares at you for a moment. Eventually, his eyes soften even more. 

Your brows arch slightly in hope.

Crouching in front of you, he grabs a hold of your head, taking you in for a moment before placing a soft kiss onto the bridge of your nose that twists deep into your guts more than any enemy blade ever could.

He pulls his lips away, hands still holding the sides of your face as the weight of your eyelids becomes another burden you’re trying hard to fight against. You watch his eyes flit between every feature on you, a watery glaze of his own forming as your brows twitch in defeated disbelief, and a distraught understanding, your hands growing ever wetter from your own blood.

He looks away again. Back to the tight space you just escaped from. You begin to shake your head with whatever strength you can muster.

You know what he’s about to do, and you try to pull together the will to push yourself up, but you can’t. Your body is tired. Drained.

“No.” You whisper, voice strained by the silent sob bubbling up your throat.

“I’m sorry.”

He never apologises. He never ever apologises.

You want to kick, and scream, and beg, but your mouth is tight and your lips won’t let you form words anymore.

“I… have to see this through.” He whispers. Any louder and you’ll hear that he’s crying too.

Then Sam stands, turns from you, wipes his eyes, and walks.

Knowing that you’ve both seen each other’s faces for the last time is more painful than the feeling of your life draining from you.

#sam drake #samuel drake #uncharted #sam drake x reader #samuel drake x reader #hehe asks #this made me sad x #angst

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Time Stops When You Leave

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Civillian!eader Characters: Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Civillian!reader, Reader’s friends (Sammy, Danielle, and Cassie), Javy “Coyote” Machado, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Penny Benjamin, Tiny the bartender Warnings: Drinking, ditching friends for dick, ubering bc responsible adults, no drinking and driving, Jake’s got a crush on the reader, Javy may or may not have a crush on one of the reader’s friends, Bob isn’t a good liar but tried his best, drunk friends’ equal horny people, mama bear Penny mode activated Word Count: 1,977

**Don’t drink and drive kids

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You sigh, staring into your drink, using the straw to stir the ice around and around. So much for a fun night out with friends. 

You partially blame yourself for thinking that they’d stay with you and not wonder off in search of a “overnight bed buddy”. 

So, here you are, once again… sitting alone. 

Sure, things could be worse but you’re alone in the most popular bar on the beach. 

Oh, seems like you spoke too soon because another wave of people just entered the bar. 

You debate on leaving now or waiting until all your friends are gone. You look around the room, seeing the crowd of people swarm every corner of the bar they could. 

The bartender slash owner of the bar stands in front of you once more, staring at you with a pitiful look. “I know.” 

“I didn’t say anything,” she starts. 

“You didn’t have to. I’m pathetic.” You drop your head, hitting the bar top harder than you thought you would. 

-

Javy looks up after taking his shot in their friendly game of pool only to find his friend staring off to the side. He furrows his brows staring in the same direction to see you basically slamming your head against the bar. “Something you want to tell me?” 

Jake turns to face him. “Huh?” 

“Someone catch your eye?” 

“What?” 

He scoffs, “no.” 

“Wait- isn’t that the girl who comes by every Friday with her friends that wind up ditching her?” 

“Why do you know so much about that?” 

Javy purses his lips, scratching his head. “Hey, isn’t that your turn?” 

“Yes, but don’t think you’re getting out of this easily.” 

-

You whine, rubbing the sore spot of your forehead. “Reminder to self, don’t do that.” 

“You, okay?” 

“I’m fine.” 

“Would it help if I got you another drink and a bag of ice for your forehead?” 

You narrow your eyes at her, “no.” 

“Okay,” she says, extending the word, “here’s your drink.” 

“Thanks.” 

“Are you sure you’re alright? Do you want me to call you sweetheart cab or an uber?” 

You shake your head, “no, seriously. It’s okay. I’m gonna drink this last drink before I switch to water and then head home.” 

“If, you’re sure. I’ve gotta-” 

You nod, waving her off, “have fun doing your job. I’m gonna still be here, drinking the night away.” And you’re left alone again, great just… great. You pull out your phone and ditch the idea of checking your social media apps and go straight for the games folder, that manages to kill about forty minutes before you’re bored again. 

Maybe going to the juke box is a good idea. 

You push yourself off the stool, steadying yourself when you feel the blood rushing to your head after standing up too quickly. “Wow, major head rush,” you mumble to yourself, grabbing everything plus your water. 

Now’s the time to decide what song to put on, maybe something a lot of the patrons hear would know because you noticed how the crowd mainly consists of younger people. 

When did choosing a song become so hard? 

“I would definitely steer clear of the newer songs.” 

You freeze, not realizing someone had come to stand beside you. “Why is… that?” You mentally cringe at the pace you spoke, still not turning to face him. 

“The people who come here prefer the classics.” 

You turn to see a familiar face, you just- you can’t figure out why he’s familiar. “And who would that include? You perhaps?” Seems like those drinks are still working their way through you. 

“Of course. Why else would I come over to talk to a pretty lady like yourself? I mean besides getting the chance to get to know the girl who’s ditched by her friends’ every time she comes in.” 

“I want to ask how you know that but it’s obvious to anyone who’s here every Friday what happens.” 

“Is it every Friday? You know, I- I never really noticed that.” 

“You’re lying but it's okay.” You glance back down at the juke box and click on an oldie but a goodie like he had suggested, letting the familiar tune echo throughout the bar. 

A smile tugging at the corner of his lips at the beat, it’s the same song your friends play whenever they get to the machine. Now he knows who the mastermind is behind the music, and he likes it. This just means he’s got to show you more and expand your music knowledge. 

“So, you’re the reason your girls choose to play this one.” 

You shake your head, “no.” 

He chuckles, “and I don’t believe you. I think you get it into their heads that they need to play this any time they walk by.” 

You scoff, “you’re rude besides when would I have the time to do that.” 

He shrugs, “they’re your friends.” 

“Brilliant, no kidding.” 

He chuckles. “Looks like someone has an attitude. How many drinks have you had?” 

“Just enough to let me relax for a minute before I go home.” 

“Leaving so soon?” He asks, hoping he doesn’t sound like an idiot. 

“Not until all of them have left. I can’t leave my friends here if they’re completely shit faced and can’t get themselves an uber.” 

He nods, glancing down at his half drunken glass. “How much longer are you going to be here for then?” 

You shrug, “I don’t know, not much longer I imagine.” 

The conversation dies there. 

One of your remaining friends waves you over. 

“Sorry. My friend is calling me over.” 

He moves out of the way, letting you pass by unable to watch you go, feeling like he’s already lost you... even though he never quite had you. 

-

You stop in front of the table, taking note of how drunk, Sammy is. “You okay?” 

“Oh,” she pouts. “I was waving to the cutie at the piano over there. Again,” she snickers. 

You purse your lips. 

“Hey, sorry it took me so long. I-” He stops talking, noticing your now here. “Oh- uh- well, your friend is here now. I guess- uh- I guess you do have a ride home now.” He lowers his head, staring at the floor while he adjusts his glasses. 

Sammy takes a step forward, tripping over her foot, crashing into the polite and shy navy fellow. She giggles when she realizes that she’s in his arms. “Looks like I feel for you.” 

He nervously chuckles. 

“Oh,” she turns back to you, saying your name to “get your attention”. “You can go home now. Danielle has a date like right now and Cassie is on her way home to spend the rest of her night with her girlfriend, and I have Bobby boo,” she boops his nose. “To keep me company.” 

“Are you sure you can handle her?” You ask him. 

He nods, “I’ve had to carry the guy you were talking to, onto base while he babbled on about yo-” He stops realizing what he almost said. “Yosemite.” He blinks once, “we’re going now. I’ll make sure she texts you later.” 

You watch as the two leave, knowing that the guy Sammy’s with is a good one and that he’ll still be over tomorrow morning, just like how he has been for the last few months they’ve had their little “arrangement”. 

You shake your head, pulling out your phone to text the others that Sammy’s found her not official boyfriend. 

Looks like it’s time to go home and not just because you’re the last one here. 

-

You walk over towards the bar and pay for your bar tabs, thanking the gods above that they venmoed you a few days ago so you actually could pay the tabs without needing to go into your savings. “See you next Friday, Penny?” 

“So, you do know my name.” 

“After finally realizing that people were shouting Penny for some reason, yeah.” 

“Are you sure you’re okay to go home?” 

You nod, “yep. I’ve been drinking water for a while now and I’m gonna uber home.” 

“So, you didn’t drive here?” 

“Nope. We all ubered knowing we’d have a few drinks and wanted to be safe.” 

“Good. You can wait here, and I’ll send one of the bartenders out with you since it's dark.” 

“You got it, Peggy Sue.” 

“You just learned my name.” 

“And I’m giving you a new nickname in return.” 

She shakes her head, moving over to the side, taking care of the other waiting patrons. 

You don’t think much else about the pretty blond who chatted with you by the juke box as you wait till it’s time to leave. 

-

You stand outside making small chitchat with the Tiny, learning how he has a little one on the way and decided to wait on finding out the sex of the babies. 

“Oh my gosh. Twins?” 

He nods, fighting the urge to smile but failing as the corner of his lips tug upwards. “Just found out a week ago. I still can’t believe it, but my wife says she had a “feeling” for the last few weeks.” 

“That’s amazing. Do you have any names in mind?” 

“We have a list for boys and girls but were still trying to limit it down to five each.” 

“Okay. And how many do you have so far?” 

“Too many to count.” 

You chuckle. “Oh, it’s- uh- it’s okay. When the time comes, you’ll choose the right names.” 

The door slams open and you two turn. 

The blond from earlier pauses when he realizes you’re still here. “Tiny,” he nods once as a hello gesture. “I can- I can stay out here with her.” 

The soon to be father narrows his eyes at the lieutenant and takes a step forward. “I’m gonna be right inside, barely ten feet from the door.” 

“Yeah, yeah. You know me. I’m the person who tosses people out not the other way around.” 

Tiny waves him off and heads back into the bar. 

“What brought you out here?” He smiles, standing taller than he did stepping through the door. 

“I’m glad you asked.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “Could I- I wanted to ask for your number before you left.” 

“You ran out here just to get my number?” 

“Uh,” he thinks back to the beginning of the night and where you two are now. “Yeah, that’s exactly what happened.” 

“I’m gonna pretend that I’m giving you my number because I’ve had a few drinks and not just because I happen to like what I see.” 

The corners of his lips tugs upwards, “I wouldn’t entirely be upset with that.” 

“Good, now gimmie your phone so I can text me.” 

He hands it over without any issues. 

You quickly return the phone to him and just in time as a car’s headlights shine against the wall. “Looks like you ran out here just in time.” 

“Guess, I did.” He walks you to the car, opening the door for you. “Text me when you get home, okay?” 

You nod, feeling a little risky you wave him closer and kiss his cheek. “Prepare for my text, Bagman.” 

The smile falls from his face. “Wait- you know about that?” 

“I know more than you realize. Bye.” 

He watches as the car drives away and wonders what else you may know. 

-

As soon as you make it home, you quickly change your clothes and lay in bed. 

You grab your phone and text him. 

Cute Drunk 

Made it home Sent Read 1:17am 

Bagman 

Good... you have enough energy for a call? Sent Read 1:18am 

Cute Drunk calling... 

“Hey.” 

“Hey.” 

“I was joking about how much I know by the way.” 

He sucks ai in through his teeth, “why do I not believe you?” 

You scoff, “how dare you say such a thing.” 

“Am I wrong?”  

Next up: Part II

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick imagines #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun maverick x reader #Jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #Jake Seresin imagine #jake seresin imagines #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin imagines #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x you #jake seresin x civillian!reader #jake seresin x civillian reader #jake hangman seresin x civillian!reader #jake hangman seresin x civillian reader #crazyk-imagine

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Lovers to strangers (Part 2) - Gepard (turning towards Luka here though)

Part 1 here. Gender neutral reader, Sampo betrays the reader here. I'm writing in Luka here BC I felt like it lol, he may or may not be your next love interest but shh.

--

Your place for rent was chasing you up about payments that were missing from your accounts, and you only realised what happened after you were eventually evicted. Now on the street, your stuff with you, Sampo was there with a gift box.

"Here, open it." Sampo states, brimming with excitement at you receiving this present he made for you. Opening it, a big cloud of smoke obscures your view, you hearing his voice giggling as he escapes. When your vision becomes clear, you see a letter addressed to you.

_-_-_

'_,

I'm not actually your brother! Isn't it funny how you went with that so easily?

Anyway, thanks for your generous donation to the Sampo Koski fund.

Love you like a brother,

Sampo Koski.'

_-_-_

Your jaw drops, processing the fact you didn't actually have a brother. The bastard scammed you, he took your long term boyfriend away from you by referring to himself as your brother, and now he's taken all of your savings. You can only hope Natasha would still be happy to keep you around as an assistant, despite your wishful thinking backfiring at you like this.

"Are you _?" You hear a man ask, shaking you from your thoughts. You nod, and he smiles as he introduces himself. "The name's Luka. Doctor Natasha told me you'd be able to accompany me to my cage fights tonight."

Oh, uhh..." You trail off, looking at the letter once more.

What was the probability that Sampo was going to be there? Would he call you out as the idiot who thought he was related to you?

"Just this once? I'm sure once you see me fight, you'll be convinced to tag along." Luka smirks, his mechanical arm giving an enthusiastic thumbs up.

--

Turns out, Luka was right.

He got your mind off your situation for a bit, in fact it seemed like he was fighting for you. Flashing smiles and winks at you when he had a second, giving his all in a lovely fight, and he eventually won the battle.

"Hah, Sampo lost another bet!" You hear someone cackle. "He's always wrong about Luka."

Luka taps your shoulder, smiling warmly at you as you begin to carry out the checks for his arm, as well as the basics.

"I heard about him, you know? He was boasting about screwing you over." Luka huffs, frowning to himself. "He's a shady guy, but he's also really good at pretending. I don't blame you for thinking you were related."

...just how did he know about all of this? Did everyone know about him being fake with you about your relation to him? Did your boyfriend know all this time?

"I think this was one of my best fights. I think you're my good luck charm." Luka chuckles. "How about I treat you to a congratulatory meal for helping my victory?"

--

Natasha knew fine well Luka was going to be fine without having a doctor there, but she knew he was one of the few guys that you would be safe with. Natasha knew he was stealing glances at you whenever he could, a very obvious look of interest in his eyes and his heart rate growing at a rapid rate when you enter the room. Instead of scolding him for trying to take a doctor to the fighting ring like she would with Sampo, she gives him directions to you. She felt terrible for only discovering the source of your financial problems merely a few hours ago, so she wanted you to know you still have your job with her while also letting Luka take you on a date.

Upon hearing Sampo blew the money he got from stealing from you due to him betting incorrectly on Lukas fight, she couldn't hold back a knowing smirk. She was glad to know he wouldn't enjoy what he stole from you. Looking out the window, her heart swells with joy when she notices Luka walking you to a food stand.

Yes, Luka was going to treat you well.

--

While all of this was going down, Gepard had also heard of the crime Sampo had committed and bragged about. How dare he steal from you like that, and like to you about something as important as being related to each other! He wanted to find you, but due to his work he has to wait until he gets time off.

For now, he had to prioritise somehow getting Sampo charged for his crime.

--

"Here's my number, thank you for making me feel better." You say, Luka enthusiastically typing in your number and sending you a test message to make sure he had your details correct.

"Let me know when you're free," Luka smiles, seeing you turn to speak to Natasha. After making sure you entered the office, he finally heads home.

#gender neutral reader #honkai star rail imagines #hsr #sampo #Gepard #Natasha #luka #luka x gender neutral reader

[overlydramaticinephile]

There's an us now.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (no physical descriptions, BUT reader is Robin's best friend which is major plot point)

Summary: Steve and Y/N start to develop feelings for each other yet there are a few obstacles they are scared of dealing with (again, i'm the worst at summarys)

Word count: 4.1k (eye- she's a long one)

Warnings: Enemies to lovers kind of trope, pretty much a teen movie vibe, angsty?? agruments, douchey behaviour, fluff in there. Some curse words. (English is NOT my first language)

A/N: Hi! So, I've been working on this for a few weeks but idk how good it is. My work is never proof read....so....should probably warn that too. Anyway i'm posting it bc still in my “based on Pacey Witter” era…so yeah- hope you guys enjoy! <3 thank you so much for reading my other fics inspired by the dawson's creek show too!

READ PART 2 HERE

Ever have one of those days you wish you could live all over again?

Well, it all started a couple of weeks ago...

Y/N found a pay phone and called Steve after a failed night out. But I should probably tell you why she called Steve or better yet, how she met Steve.

Y/N has been Robin's best friend since they were five years old. It is your classic "I hope our kids become best friends" type of story. And of course, they did. Y/N was always the quiet kid in school; until she met hyper little Robin. It pretty much started with a simple "Wanna come play with me? I brought my new pet rocks!" and well, how could Y/N say no to that? From that moment on it was them against the world. Sure, they only had each other but that was more than enough.

And let's remember that nothing ever came between them, I mean, the way they love one another is something anyone should be jealous of. And when Robin was understanding her identity and felt scared about her own feelings and how others would react, she never hesitated to tell Y/N about them, she knew she would never judge her and that there wasn't anything they wouldn't do for each other. They were family after all.

But then came the year 1985.

Y/N and Robin were supposed to get summer jobs so they could save up for college and move in together. It has been their dream since they were twelve. Them against the artsy city of New York. Therefore, Y/N started working at the coffee shop near the new mall and Robin at the ice cream shop in the new mall. And that's when it all started to change. Maybe that's a bit dramatic, but we should probably continue with the fact that Steve "The hair" Harrington was Robin's co-worker at Scoops Ahoy.

If we thought Robin and Steve didn't get along or in better words, find each other's company annoying, Y/N and Steve had nothing on them. They could barely stand each other, always bickering and calling each other names. Many said it was because there was too much sexual tension but they would say it was pure loathing. Again, dramatic, but that's how it felt at the time.

When Robin and Steve finally became friends, they went to visit Y/N at the coffee shop. Steve protested but he could never win an argument against Robin. Y/N saw Robin and immediately started smiling, that was until she saw Steve with her of course, her smile turned into a frown with an annoyed look on her face, but what could she do? they were also best friends now. So, when they all sat in the modern coffee shop waiting for Y/N to start her shift, that's when she saw what she thought was one of the most handsome men she has ever seen. So she stopped listening to whatever argument Steve and Robin were having today.

"So, what do you think Y/N?" said Robin hoping her friend would back her up.

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N." Steve started shaking his hand in front of her face making her wake up from her daydreaming.

"What?" she said with a face none of them recognized on her but Steve still tried to figure out.

Robin looked in the direction Y/N was daydreaming and noticed the guy waiting in line. "Who is that?"

"Who's who?" Y/N said hoping that it sounded cool enough for them to not ask any more questions or better yet, to not embarrass her.

"Uh...the guy who's breaking your neck?" said Steve with an amused face.

"Could it be? Y/N is finally noticing the opposite sex?"

Y/N frowned for what felt like eight times that day. "Bite me, Steve." she deadpanned.

Steve could only smirk at that and couldn't help but tease a little more. "Um, excuse me, young man! This woman here thinks you're very attractive!"

Y/N widen her eyes and put her hand on Steve's mouth so he would stop talking. "You asshole!"

The guy in the white shirt turned around and locked eyes with Y/N and he couldn't help but smile at her.

After Y/N returned the smile and saw the guy walking in, she turned to Steve with an entirely different facial expression.

"I'm going to kill you, one night in your sleep, a slit throat, maybe, or a screwdriver to your temple. Be ready." that's when she got up and left.

And of course, Robin just stayed there confused about what just happened in the last minute.

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Later, Y/N and the guy in the white shirt, which turned out to have a name, Scott, became Y/N's first real boyfriend. And it was nice... for a couple of months until they broke up because Scott thought they needed time apart. Yeah, pretty shitty. But that leads us to this:

The party was throwing a get-together and of course, Robin, Steve, and Y/N were invited, even Vickie, Robin's current crush. But Y/N didn't show. She was still in her depression stage. And Robin being the best friend she was tried almost everything to make her feel better but Y/N was convinced she was in love with Scott and that's why it hurt so much so... Robin's last resource believe it or not was Steve Harrington. He was a great listener and an amazing friend when he wanted to be... so Robin decided to ask him a favour.

"You should have seen her...Steve...I need to know that she's okay. Could you talk to her and watch over her for a while?" said Robin sweetly hoping to convince him.

"Oh no, no, no, no." Steve chuckled nervously at the request. Y/N hated his guts how was he supposed to do that?

"She needs someone Steve, not that she would ever admit it."

Steve started making this "I really don't want to do this” face, like when someone asks you to do the dishes or something but how could he say no to Robin? It was scientifically impossible.

"You would be doing it as a favour to me, please." She begged. She never begged. So with that, Steve accepted.

Later that day, it was Steve's first attempt at standing by Y/N's side as long as she needed someone. That much he knew.

While Y/N was crying by herself like one does and having the biggest pity party, she couldn't help but notice the figure of a man, a man with a very distinguished haircut.

"Ahoy there! Anyone on the shore?" said Steve. Yeah, don't know what he expected with that. I blame it on the nerves.

"What are you doing here?" Yep. She sounded annoyed between those sniffs.

"It's the damnest thing, I just got into my car and magically drifted to your house."

"Yeah well, magically drift any closer and I'll kill you" Yeah...she loved giving him death threats.

"You know, I almost believed that..." said Steve.

Y/N looked at Steve while he sat next to her and notice that smug smile he did when he tried to be nice. "She told you didn't she?"

He nervously sighed. "What do you think?"

"I think I hate you both."

"Well you really gonna hate me when you hear what I got to say...he did the right thing, Scott, I mean."

That made Y/N look his way again but this time with a confused expression, waiting for him to continue. "You both need to be apart right now."

"How would you know what I need?" answered Y/N with a very dry tone.

"Yeah..." Steve scoffed. "You know, you're probably right. How could I possibly know how hard it is to let somebody go right? The pain of knowing that even though you're right for each other, that doesn't necessarily mean you're right for each other right now. What would I know about that right?"

Y/N closed her eyes and hoped the tears would stop coming out. But of course, she never was that lucky.

"Of all the people to see me like this, it had to be you." She finally answered, wipping her tears.

Steve chuckled. "Well you know, it's a new year, who knows, you and I might even become friends."

Y/N glared at him. "Steve, I'm upset enough as it is."

Steve smiled and put his armed around Y/N hoping it would bring her comfort somehow and when she didn't move, flinch or punch him he had this warm feeling inside which only grew when she started crying on his shoulder, seeking that comfort.

And that is the how and why that made Y/N call Steve that night. Somehow thanks to Robin and that shitty breakup with Scott.

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So, anyway, back to the day it all changed for the two of them.

Y/N waited for Steve to pick her up and hoped he wouldn't ask any questions. But then again, when did he not?

"Hey, so what happened?" Steve asked of course.

"Nothing happened." Y/N just wanted to go home and change from the fancy outfit that she now found stupid.

Steve only felt more curious. "You got bored? you got homesick? you finally ripped off his rubber mask and revealed his true alien features? what?"

"I don't want to talk about it." she couldn't get more clear than that.

The boy scoffed in fake offense. "Oh well, forgive me if I'm having a little bit of trouble with the “no questions asked” part."

By then, they both got in the car and Steve started driving for what felt like an eternity but Y/N couldn't stand to be in that place any longer.

"So, are you ever gonna speak again? come on Y/N, say something."

Y/N with a short temper finally answered what she was hoping to avoid. "What do you want me to say Steve? “You were right”? you were right okay? right as always. Steve Harrington, the only person in my life who ever speaks the truth." she said with a fake smile.

Steve found that ironic, you know, because of the fact that with time he started developing feelings for the Y/H/C girl. But that's a story for another day.

"That's not entirely accurate." he mumbled.

"Well, you told me what was going to happen."

"Which was what Y/N/N? what happened up there?"

Steve truly just wanted to help. He couldn't stand to see her sad, he just wanted to take all her pain away all the time, even for the smallest thing, he just wanted her to be happy.

"There was another girl." said Y/N taking Steve out of his thoughts.

"Oh…I'm sorry Y/N/N." Even though he secretly wished she would be with him, he truly was sorry.

"You know, the whole time that I was watching them I just kept thinking, this is it. This is real. Just like Steve said. This is the real thing. And it reminded me once again what exactly I don't have."

Again, Steve thought this conversation was just ironic, making him want to profess his undying love for her, but he decided to keep it vague. He couldn't risk the friendship they had developed and of course, the promise he made to Robin, the "off limits" promise as he likes to call it.

"You keep looking and you'll find it." smooth Steve, smooth.

Y/N obviously didn't get the hint "I won't. I mean isn't that obvious by now? I'm not meant to."

How dramatic could she be? "Why? because you're 18 and alone? come on…"

"No, because I'm 18 and in my entire life there have been two people that actually know me Steve. Robin and-"

"This Tobey guy didn't know you, alright? I don't care how you felt about him Y/N/N, he didn't know you because if he did, he would never have walked away." that Steve got worked up over her last choice of words was an understatement.

"I was going to say you, Steve." Y/N sighed.

Steve took a deep breath and consider his options hoping he wouldn't regret them later. Which made him pull over at the side of the road.

"Have you totally lost it?" Y/N panicked at the sudden change.

"Nope. Not totally. Not yet." Steve said getting out of the car.

Y/N was stunned by that but she mimicked Steve's actions and followed him.

Steve started pacing around becoming more nervous by the second. "Okay, what did you mean by that?"

Y/N was trying to figure out what the hell was happening right now. "By what?" she questioned.

"About me knowing you better than anybody else."

"Exactly what I said Steve. You know me, okay? and in a way that nobody else besides Robin ever has-"

Steve was starting to lose his patience, Y/N's oblivious nature frustrated him sometimes. "We're not talking about Robin right now, we're talking about me. I mean you can't keep up doing this to me, Y/L/N." he let out a breath he didn't realize he was kinda holding in.

Y/N was officially confused "Doing what?! what so I count on you and tell you secrets and suddenly-"

"And you call me in the middle of the night to pick you up, why?" Did he have to spell it out for her? It wouldn't surprise him if he did.

"I'm sorry that I called, I thought that I-"

"I'm not mad that you called me, I just want to know why you called me."

"You were the first person that I thought of Steve."

"And what does that mean Y/N/N?" This is it. This has to be it, thought Steve.

"It- it means…I guess it means that I can talk to you and that you're there for me."

Yeah, it wasn't, clearly, he would need to show her and that clueless mind of hers. "Don't you ever get tired of talking?" said Steve barely holding his thoughts together.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows so hard one would think they would have stayed like that forever. "No. No, I don't get tired of talking. I don't- no."

"I don't want to talk anymore."

"What are you trying to say, Steve? why are we standing here? I don't-"

Steve thought it was now or never. He rushed over to her, closing the remaining gap between them, and gave her the most tender yet passionate kiss either of them had ever experienced. Y/N was taken by surprise and at first, was in shock until she couldn't help it and melted into his lips and his embrace. It was heavenly after all.

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One week later.

Everyone was waiting for Steve's birthday party. He complained but everyone was so persistent with doing something nice for him and the fact that they also crave some normal, monster-free activities.

"Oh, hey, look. There's Robin and Vickie." said Max with relief.

Lucas noticed. "Got the champagne?"

Robin smiled proudly at her accomplishment of getting the drinks while moving the bottle in the air. "Right here. Oop! Whoa. That was almost a disaster." she then took the bottle with both hands to prevent an accident that would end with the party not having some type of alcohol.

"Hey, guys."

"Hey." said the kids in unison. Pretty weird if you ask Robin.

"So, uh, where's Y/N? I thought she was coming with us." asked Max.

"She, uh, wanted to stop at the library and plow through that watergate history assignment."

Or....at least that's what she told Robin.

Because meanwhile in Steve's bedroom. A heavy makeout session was in the process. That has been happening a lot lately. And with a lot, I mean every day. Whenever they saw each other, they couldn't help but feel the deep attraction that was unlocked after that surprise kiss one week ago.

"Come on. Let's go, Steve." said Y/N between needy, sloppy kisses.

Steve only hummed and carried her to his desk so they could be more comfortable.

"It's your birthday party we're planning on going to." Y/N kept trying.

Finally, Steve found the strength to answer. "I have a birthday party?" he said mocking surprise.

"Mmm." the kisses just kept getting more determined which alarmed Y/N.

"No, we have to stop this. It's wrong." said Y/N with a whiny voice.

Steve was only partially listening. "Yes. Dead wrong."

While the brunette boy started kissing her neck, in between the pleasure she felt her overthinking mind also stepped in.

"Steve. Look, we've been in denial all week." she said moving him back a little so he would look at her.

"I mean, when we're around other people, we pretend like nothing's changed, and then the minute we're alone, it turns into this."

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. He truly was interested in what Y/N would say their relationship now was. "This what?"

Y/N thought for a second. "Well, this…embarrassing grope fest."

Steve hummed in agreement. "Yeah, I guess this is kind of embarrassing, huh? Especially for you, given how much you protested." he kissed her again.

Y/N kissed him back but then pulled him away smiling playfully. "I did not protest."

"You did too."

The kissing didn't stop until Steve backed down after his own overthinking.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait."

"What?" questioned Y/N.

Steve sighed. "I gotta tell her, Y/N/N. We do. We gotta tell her as soon as possible, because the longer we wait, Y/N/N, the worse it gets."

Y/N shook her head. "No, Steve. I've tried. I've tried plenty of times to--"

"Every time I see Robin now, I just feel like--"

"You don't have to bother filling in the expletive, okay?" said Y/N in a low voice.

"I mean, this isn't exactly the easiest thing I've ever had to do, Steve-- telling Robin that while she wasn't looking, I developed this bizarre gravitational pull towards her best friend, and I can't stop thinking about him or wanting to be near him or wanting to kiss him, all the time." And, the kissing started again. It was undeniable,

"I'll do it. I'll tell her." said Steve looking deep into her Y/E/C eyes to let her know he was serious.

Y/N thought about it for a second but then she shook her head again. "No, I can't let you do that. It's--this is my responsibility."

"Y/N/N, it's not your responsibility. I'm the one that started this, remember? I'm the one that got you into this situation. And, frankly, the only way that I want to save my friendship with Robin is to be completely honest with her, so I gotta do this. All I need is one day. Just one day."

Y/N decided to trust him. "One day."

"Yes." said Steve while kissing her forehead. "One day."

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Steve waited outside Robin's window, hoping the strength to get in and see her would arrive. To many, this would seem a bit dramatic but given Steve's history with girls, Robin didn't want Y/N to be one of them and end up getting hurt, or, even the other way around. She hoped that it was possible for one straight boy and girl to remain only friends.

Taking him out of his thoughts, Steve noticed Nancy walking toward him.

"Hey."

"Hey, Steve." she said with an empathic voice.

She was the only one that knew what was going on between Y/N and Steve after Y/N needed some serious girl talk, she of course didn't mention Steve's name but Nancy figured it out in no time.

"Nobody home?"

"I don't know, actually." Steve mumbled.

"Could knock and find out."

Steve finally looked at her. "I could just walk right in, you know. They never lock it. I've been coming here, just walking right through the front door, making myself at home."

Nancy hummed at his response and notice how nervous he was. "She wants to be with you, Steve. She does." she said talking about Y/N of course.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. "And you know this how?"

"Told me so this morning."

"Why am I not happy to hear that right now?" said Steve with a dry nervous chuckle.

"Well, because right now you've gotta walk through that front door and tell your best friend that the only girl in the universe she asked you to stay away from…"

"Is the same one that I can’t live without." Steve sighed.

"Yeah." said Nancy in an almost whisper-type voice feeling sorry for him.

"I've had this conversation with her in my head a thousand times."

"Yeah? how's it go?" said Nancy smiling a little.

"Oh, you know, Robin saying something along the lines of…"Vaya con Dios, Steve." She deserves a shot at being happy. Now…why don't you give it a try?"

Nancy kept smiling and nodding."It could happen. Just minus the spanish part."

Steve chuckled. "Yeah."

That was the first failed attempt at telling Robin the secret that was eating both of her best friends up.

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Steve entered his house remembering he was also going to meet with Dustin.

Just two seconds later he noticed the curly hair boy. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Henderson, I'm sorry. Look, me and Y/N came to a really important decision." Oh right, Dustin also knew about Steve and Y/N little love fest.

Dustin looked surprised. "Woah woah woah wait, since when are you and Y/N deciding anything?"

Steve grinned. "You're gonna like this one, 'cause it turns out you were right. She's into me, man. That's why she got so freaked out when I kissed her."

"Really?" said Dustin with a doubtful tone.

"Yeah."

"So, then you told Robin?" Of course, he was going to ask that.

"Uh…no, not exactly. That's what I was trying to do all morning, Henderson. Remember the little errand that I had to run, but it just…turned into this wild goose chase, and… I didn't think it was going to take that long. I'm sorry."

Dustin decided to give him a piece of his mind now that things seemed to be getting more complicated.

"Look. Telling Robin that you kissed Y/N in a moment of weakness is a hell of a lot different than sneaking around with her behind her back, don't you think?" Dustin then sighed at Steve's sad eyes.

"Look, Steve, at the end of the day, Y/N and Robin, they're gonna stay friends or whatever it is that they are, and you're gonna end up alone. All right? no girlfriend, no friend, just completely and utterly alone. Think about it. I was right before, wasn't I?"

Even though it sounded cruel, they all know how sensitive the topic was for Robin. The party of course would support them and probably say "fucking finally" but Robin...she was in denial of all that chemistry.

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Steve was walking to Robin's house determined on telling her and not backing down like earlier. But behind him running, was Y/N trying to catch him before he entered.

"Hey." Y/N grabbed his wrist and pulled this worried expression. She seemed upset too.

"Hey. Hey, Y/N/N, what's wrong?" said Steve while he hugged her trying to calm her breathing.

“Look, Steve…we can’t do this okay?"

"Can’t do what?" Steve questioned nerviously.

"I have to be the one to tell her, okay? I mean, things are really complicated between me and Robin, and it has nothing to do with you, it's just…look it has to come from me or else it is going to ruin everything." she said with the most anxious tone Steve had ever seen Y/N carry.

"Okay, okay, that's okay. Just calm down Y/N/N, it's alright. We'll do whatever you want to do okay?" he hugged her again.

"A sign of what?"

Steve decided to keep talking and see if that would calm her a little.

"I mean, you wanna know God's honest truths? I've been in the process of chickening out the whole way over here." he said chuckling lightly.

That only made Y/N overthink even more.

"Maybe is a sign, Steve."

Y/N didn't know if she should continue honestly but she thought Steve deserved the truth.

"It's just that for so long, she's been everything to me Steve, I mean this girl has been my family when I hadn't had one, and she's the one person in my life who I can always depend on and this, this is gonna kill her."

Steve then sighed, realizing something. "You never had any intention of telling her, did ya?" he then smiled. "You didn't come here tonight to tell her, you came here to stop me from doing-"

Y/N quickly cutted him off shaking her head. "No, I tried to tell her, I went up there and I tried-"

"Of course, you did but, let me guess, you failed right?"

After that Robin came out of the house. It seemed they weren't as discrete and quiet as they thought.

"I thought I heard something out here." she deadpanned.

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED <3

so.... yeah. thinking of making part 2??

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OH MY GOD REQS ARE OPEN THIS IS A GODDAMN MIRALCE OH MY GOD IM LIKE A SAILOR WHO HASNT BEEN ON LAMDNFOR YEARS AND IS KISSING THE GROUND AHHHHHHHH

anyways nathan’s i request some teenage angsty stannis hcs

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Hello again seastar~~ <3 Alrighty I decided to do a drabble bc thats what popped into my head. It may not be as angsty as u were thinking but I just couldnt get the scene out of my head.......

She skipped up the stone steps two at a time, justifying to herself that since they were dry this time, it was safer. As soon as she blinked into the daylight, the smell of salt touched her nose and a gentle breeze tugged at her clothes. Shadows crossed the huge stone wall she stepped on - the seagulls, the clouds. She wished some of those clouds would give her some reprieve from this sunlight. The young lady squinted and shielded her eyes with a flat palm, looking for a certain person.

He would be the only person up on the walls of Storm's End, because there was no need for guards here. What would they do, scold the storms and winds away? The Drum did a fine job of keeping itself up.

Quickly, she spotted him, and ran across the washed out stone. It was more of a huge road than a proper wall. She was glad she kept her shoes on. The lady slowed when she came closer to Stannis, who certainly heard her approaching, but stayed hunched over.

This was the last place she went looking. He hadn't been up here in several years. She tried not to glance in the direction of where it happened - that specific collection of sharp rocks that may have looked like any others, but she and Stannis could identify them at once. Those rocks, jutting out from the sea like knives, were often in their dreams, after all.

She pulled her eyes away and sat beside her friend.

"Oh," The lady said. She just noticed Stannis had someone with him. A small someone, in a wooden cage. The little hawk turned its head at her. "You brought him?"

Stannis didn't respond right away. He was looking at the goshawk, not at the sea, or at her. The sound of waves crashing against the Drum and seagulls crying out surrounded them, and she let that not-quite-silence sit for a while. Eventually, she said, "I didn't think you were keeping him."

His blue eyes looked sharply to her, already on the defensive. She added, "I think it's a good thing. That is, I think he's fond of you."

"... Do you think so?" Stannis looked back at the bird. It did seem calm, even if it was contained. It kept turning its head and looking all around, especially at the gulls.

"Of course. You've been feeding him, haven't you? And he doesn't bite you." She held out her hand, where a dull red line was still on her finger.

To her delight, a small smile crossed his serious features. "I told you to not hand feed him."

"You were doing it."

"When he was weak. I don't anymore," Stannis reached his fingers into the wooden cage, and the bird stayed still, content to let its wings be touched. "He's too proud for it."

"What do you mean?"

Stannis removed his hand, and set the wooden cage on the ground. "He wants to eat on his own, now that he can." He opened the little hatch, and carefully set his gloved hand in. The goshawk considered it, then slowly stepped onto the thick leather, digging in his talons.

The lady drew her knees to her chest, watching with awe. "He's so gentle," She said quietly. "His wing is looking well, too."

It was still clearly injured - some feathers were missing and askew, but at least the bird could fold his wing properly and it wasn't hanging at such a pitiful angle. Stannis brought it to his chest, where it continued to stay on his hand, calmly observing the water.

She couldn't be still any longer. "Could I pet him? Touch him, I mean."

Stannis gave her a wary look. "Don't move suddenly."

"I won't," She said, but she still moved too quickly for the goshawk's taste. As she scooted closer to Stannis, up to his shoulder, the bird ruffled its feathers and made a noise of agitation. Stannis put a light touch on his back, and gently stroked him.

The lady tried to mimic that gentle touch, reaching out and softly brushing her fingertips against a brown speckled feather. The bird's eye glowered at her, and again he made that sound of annoyance. It was a warning.

She sighed and pulled her hand away. "See? He's only fond of you."

Stannis was smiling again, though it was muted. He gave a little shrug, and their shoulders bumped each other. While Stannis carefully perched the bird on his hand, she tilted her head and rested it against his shoulder. It had been a long time since they were up on the wall together.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the sounds of the waves and the warmth that pressed against her cheek. The sea breeze picked back up, giving some relief from the sun. She could almost fall asleep like this.

Almost, except the gulls were incessant. She gasped and startled, bumping against Stannis as a gull swooped down beside her head. The goshawk in his hands let out a cry of alarm and flapped its winds. Stannis winced and cursed as its talons dug into his gloved hand, ripping through them, and it leapt from his hand.

Both he and the lady shouted at once, reaching for the little goshawk as it tried to take flight. It only got a foot in the air, flapping wildly in a panic, before sailing down and landing with a little thud on the stone. It was still crying out and flapping when Stannis grabbed its body, getting several harsh pecks and scratches for his troubles. The lady retrieved the wooden cage and opened it, offering it with a frantic "Here!"

With a surprising carefulness, Stannis returned the hawk, even as it squawked and flapped one wing. The bad one only made it to a half flap, and then didn't at all once it was inside.

The latch was closed, and they both let out a breath. Her friend was trembling, she saw - not just his bleeding hands, but his whole body. He watched the bird squawk and bite at the wood in fright, its own body shaking.

"I shouldn't have - this isn't a safe place for him," Stannis said gruffly. "It only upsets him. I shouldn't have."

The lady could have pointed out it was the seagulls that startled the poor thing, especially since they were twice his size, but she didn't. It wasn't just the sad little goshawk that disliked being up here. So she nodded, and took his bare hand. It had several angry wounds crossing his pale skin. "I'll help you with this, too."

Stannis looked down as if he had just noticed them. He merely shrugged, shaking off her hand and taking the wooden cage. "He didn't mean it."

She stood up alongside him, and they walked back to the stairway, leaving the Drum's great walls behind. Once they were inside, the goshawk had settled, yet still looked this way and that with big, unsure eyes. The lady looked at the wounded hands that held the cage, and once they were in Stannis' room and the hawk was settled on his windowsill, she took one of them in her hands.

The leather that was torn so easily was carefully peeled off, and though Stannis winced, he didn't make a sound of pain or pull away. He seemed distant, if anything, even as she began to clean up the blood and the little cuts. They could still hear the gulls and the waves from his bedroom window, but those terrible rocks were far behind.

#can u tell i love the ocean #also while ur reading listen to a video w waves and seagull sounds u wont regretti #stannis baratheon x reader #game of thrones x reader

[littlecarmine]

im finally emotionally stable enough to write out my iron claw thoughts. summoning mely here because its all spoilers <3 @delicatepoets

the performances were PERFECT!!!! i knew harris dickinson would be amazing but zac CARRIED the movie!!!! not that the other actors weren't good but sm of it relied on him. compared to something like aftersun, where the performances were amazing but the script/directing was really creative and thoughtful, it felt like the iron claw really needed top acting to work.

maura was SO!!!! in every scene!!! i could not stop watching her and trying to figure her out. and i was surprised how good the actor who played mike was bc he faded into the background the majority of the movie. but when he became the focus - i sobbed during the press conference. everyone did a good job. the only thing is that i didnt really 'get' kerry? i was most surprised ab that because of how good he is in the bear. i think it had to be the script.

overall it broke me. i hope zac gets some awards attention but i think the campaign might be undermined by the 'averageness' of the directing and script. apparently a lot of the story was left out, it messes with the timeline a lot, and the pacing was not great. and i think the director could've used angles better!!! i wouldn't normally notice but when physicality is part of the movie u think they would make sure the wrestlers dont look smaller than the announcer!!!!!!! i noticed some people say this ab zac but he looked massive. i didnt think he looked short at all. but they should've done a better job filming kerry.

#.txt #the iron claw spoilers

[more-than-tender-curiosity]

this became v long and rambly sorry!

music was decent but unremarkable overall like none of it was particularly memorable. they made the orchestra pit the pool which was kind of cool and the valley of ashes set was nice. other sets were meh imo. the performers were the only reason the entire show wasn't completely flat. esp eva noblezada and the nick i saw (i saw the u/s). they just did not give jeremy jordan much to do except be in love w daisy in their scenes together so his presence just felt kind of awkward on stage. samantha pauly was decent as jordan but the amount of time spent on nick and jordan (mostly them being v In Love and getting engaged) seems to have ended up leaving nick and gatsby on the cutting room floor. like nick and gatsby talk once when gatsby tells him about daisy and asks him to set up a meeting, they interact a bit when gatsby is panicking right before seeing daisy, and then they talk right before gatsby dies. 2/3 are completely about daisy and literally nothing else which is esp irritating given how uninteresting nick and jordan are in their scenes. even the numbers that were meant to be classic splashy broadway dance numbers were really boring (and i say this as someone w a deep fondness for splashy broadway dance numbers) and didn't feel particularly rooted in the time period, which is a missed opportunity imo. i didn't really like much of the choreography either as someone who has no real knowledge about dancing lol -  it just wasn't fun to watch. they tried to use wolfsheim as narrator-adjacent in the 2nd act opening which was incredibly boring. they also try and create tension by having wolfsheim threaten gatsby bc he's hasn't been doing his job or w/e and it does not work at all. myrtle and george's separate numbers in the 2nd act were better than most of the rest of the show. esp myrtle's bc she has a come-to-jesus moment about tom right before getting killed which has more impact than the entire rest of the show. they move the beautiful little fool convo (as a song) to the end which was baffling to me bc nick is like "you're just hiding away w your money when gatsby got killed bc he took the blame for you murdering someone" and then daisy sings about hoping her daughter's a beautiful little fool like ?????? girl wtf are you talking about. it just felt so out of place. found the writing for daisy v frustrating bc they did the thing where they try to make a character more likable by dulling or removing their flaws and end up just removing anything that makes them interesting. tom was so flat. even the way any scene w him was directed was flat, esp when he hits myrtle. no impact at all you barely even notice it happen. i was bored throughout most of the show. i get what you said about it being beautiful but empty but even the parts that could get by on that had no entertainment value.

Oh holy shit it’s worse than I thought. I knew they made nick straight, which yeah fine okay I can step outside my Stupid Gay Nick world long enough to accept that straight nick is the norm, whatever, so disappointing but whatever—

But he and jordan are like. Engaged?…really? Mr. I Wont Be Rumored Into Engagement? Getting engaged to a woman in the spotlight? Who he can’t even admit to loving fully? Are you goddamn motherfucking joking with me right now?

And like. I get that there’s no real villain in the great gatsby and that’s the point, it’s the system not the people whatever. But you mean to tell me they looked at tom, that fucking asshole, and then *didn’t use him to colorize the scenes?* You expect me to believe anyone else is ‘good’ in this when TOM BUCHANAN’S greatest sin is being boring? Where’s the fucking bottom line? Where’s the depth of character?

And then…nick and jay don’t even talk but three goddamn times?

Huh?

What?

I’m serious. Even canon nick fucking carraway admitted to hanging out with him often.

And also WOLFSHIEM AS THE NARRATOR??

Like. It’s very important that nick is the narrator. He fits such a very very specific niche of a character that he just cannot be replaced without damaging the integrity of the story as we know it, which is clearly cut and dry the story they aimed to tell. Do you think fitz’s choice in OPENING THE BOOK discussing not jay and daisy but NICK’S ‘GOOD’ CHARACTER was just an accident??? Hello??? Is anyone seeing this?

I can’t even. Like. Huh???

God it makes me SO mad they fumbled daisy too. In a modern gaze we have sooooo much more room to explore her character and they just fucking. They fumbled the goddamn bag. The failed her, and I’ve already talked about how unfair it was to cast Eva in a role defined by its whiteness. God. I just. Oh my god

#the great gatsby #the great askby

[abri-chan]

So I know Attorney Woo had both the exponential absurdness of soap operas where we go from 0 to 100 real quick with regards to how the court cases mix with personal life, and the cheesiness of a happy ending despite it all, but there were quotes or moments in this show that quite inspired neurodivergent people, especially girls and women. Especially the part when Young-Woo said her life is unusual and peculiar, but still valuable and beautiful. Yes it is cheesy and episode title drop but it is also important to hear. Besides we also have hurting male characters like her father and male lead, and the fact that the romance didn't have any of the red flags and borderline (if not outright) sexual harassment we see in other stories, and was actually healthy is a win. The issue of consent was brought up throughout the show too, and while Extraordinary Attorney Woo feels preachy or in your face at times (similarly to how it is quite educative when it comes to autism), it is a good thing we are moving towards a positive direction when it comes to portraying healthy relationships on screen.

There are things I really liked about Woo as an autistic woman, or in general as a woman in the workforce. For example, the fact she is plain and dresses for comfort; that is something positive that we don't often see because we always assume women should prioritize looks over comfort, and they must be beautiful before they are smart. I also like that she wasn't forced into the nurturing role, and in fact was a woman who loved her job, and who got a love interest through her skills and abilities, and not looks. (What I mean is, the myth persists that women are attracted to competence in men, while men are attracted to looks only in women. So while the male lead finds Woo cute, he first notices her for the unusual way she approaches cases and her intellect, and in fact when confessing he talks a lot about how her ability and enthusiasm around law makes her shine in his eyes.) I understand in Korean cultures Woo's loudness and mannerisms stand out more, because the men too are quite composed, but in a Western context some of the things Woo does, like talk out of turn are things we forgive in men and punish in women, so Woo standing out and not being punished for that is a good thing to see. Now there are a few things for which this drama could have gone the extra mile: Woo is too neat, and in fact all the actors clearly wear makeup--especially for an autistic woman, but women in general, we need to get to a stage where women can show their face on-screen without makeup. The fact that Woo, while we can't blame her for her good looks, and in fact autism or lack of has nothing to do with genetics and how attractive a face is, is in fact cute or still attractive presentation-wise, that is to say, makeup, no blemishes, on-point hair, shows we still have miles to go when it comes to female representation on-screen, but it is a first step. I liked that Woo was more weird than cute, and we should keep it that way, and allow women, neurodivergent or otherwise, to keep being weirder on-screen.

Overall, some things were cliche, bc such is the format of a drama, but within those constraints, Extraordinary Attorney Woo did some very interesting and original things, and the characters are quite interesting, and in the end, there is nothing wrong with a feel-good drama: showing autistic people that they deserve happiness is a good thing. Plus there is also nothing bad with instilling some morality and cooperation into how people should treat colleagues, and others at large, and that in fact we should all try to be fundamentally good, open-minded tho those around us, and learn from our mistakes, and that redemption is possible even if painful.

(I also liked some of the magical realism aspects, such as the whale scenes or the rotating doors as a dance. Plus the fact that so many women are also formed and helped Woo grow is important, and it is great to see more women in the workforce, along with their diverse worldviews and opinions and choices, even if those choices are not what we might agree with. But that range, and its portrayal, is important for women on screen!)

(now there's an argument for why an actress who was actually autistic wasn't chosen to portray Woo, but I won't get into it. as someone on the spectrum tho, I didn't find the portrayal of Woo in-bad-faith or exploitative, and I did enjoy her character. that is my personal opinion tho, and I can't tell others to think like me. I think it is a step in the right direction, as we get these roles more acceptable and then hopefully soon we'll see actual neurodivergent people on screen playing such characters.)

#anime manga rambles #extraordinary attorney woo

[carlsainz]

you and Erik deciding to keep things on the down low and the boys find out and insist them meet you, Erik says no, they seek you out and Erik is absolutely pissed (bonus points if you’re calming him down and the boys see him get soft bc of you!)

JSJSJSJJWJS this.

erik took another deep breath trying to calm himself down. the boys – especially the freshies – were trying to discover who was his girlfriend at all costs and right now they were talking his ears off and his patience was coming to an end.

"dylan, for the hundredth time, no, i won't tell her name or her instagram," erik said in a harsh tone.

"but porty we j–"

"leave him alone, duker," nick said.

the tall swedish thanked him with his eyes and they all headed to the ice for practice. the boys momentarily forgot their goal but later that day, they were even more motivated to meet his girl even with their captain telling them to leave erik alone earlier.

meanwhile, you and erik were clueless, cuddling on your bed and talking about your days.

"the boys don't stop asking me to meet you," he said, rubbing your cheek.

"babe, are you sure you still want us to keep our relashionship a secret? 'cause if it's because of me, it's ok, really."

sighing, he admitted "i just want to scream to the whole world that you're my girl but they wouldn't leave you alone."

"well, i think i can handle that," you said, smiling.

he only giggled and pressed your head against his bare chest, kissing your hair and soon the conversation was forgotten.

•

on friday, the next game day, you were at the stands in your usual place with your portillo jersey, just watching the boys as they were warming up, and getting ready to cheer for the wolverines.

erik, as always, was discreetly trying to spot you, his good luck charm. however, this time, mackie noticed it and decided to try and see who he was looking for. calling brendan to help him, they kept looking in the same direction erik was looking and smiling until briss gasped.

"oh my god mackie, that's y/n! we have a couple classes together," he said.

"no way we finally found out who's ports' girlfriend," mackie said, shocked. "let's tell the others."

and they did exactly that. after the game, another win, they were all at the dressing room getting ready to leave when mackie decided to tease erik.

"hey ports, we know who your girl is," he said, grinning.

"no you don't," erik retorted.

"it's y/n y/l/n, right?" luke said, watching as erik's jaw tightened.

"and she's so pretty, porty. i can see why you were trying to hide her from us," duker said.

"she's really hot, how did you pull her?" brendan asked.

"i bet she's waiting for you outside, let's talk to her," mackie added. "good job boys, we finally disco–"

"SHUT UP," erik shouted, interrupting mackie. everyone was shocked looking at him, usually so calm, and now red with anger. "i'm so fucking done with this shit, you can't respect anything! that was all i asked, leave us alone but no, you had to stick your damn noses into my life!" he said. "mind your damn business, i won't say it again."

the older boys, especially nick, were all nodding, agreeing with him. the boys knew how to drive anyone nuts. they all watched in silence as erik grabbed his backpack and stormed out of the locker room.

in fact, you were waiting for him in the same place you always stay after games but instead of a warm smile in his face, erik looked absolutely angry, his whole face still red.

"baby, what happened?" you asked as soon as he was close to you.

"somehow the boys found out you are my girlfriend and they were getting on my nerves and i just blew up, love, they're so annoying."

"hey, look at me porty," you said, getting closer to him and reaching out to cup his cheeks. "look into my eyes. yes, just like this. now breathe with me, right?"

he nodded and you don't know how long you spent there in the middle of the parking lot just breathing in and out with him until he was calm again. slipping your hands to the nape of his neck, you started playing with his hair and smiled at him.

"how are you feeling?"

"way better, thank you baby," he responded.

"i understand you didn't want that but now it happened," you said. "you know your teammates, it would happen sooner or later. i'll be alright, i know how to put they in their places if they go too far, don't worry. now stop pouting, we're fine."

"god i love you so much, princess," he said, his hands going to your waist, holding you closer.

"and i love you more and more every day, my pouty baby," you joked, pulling him down so you could kiss your favorite lips.

the kiss was calm and chaste and you only broke it when you started hearing cheers not far from where you were.

"oh well, guess they found us," you said, looking into his eyes.

sighing, he just held your hand. "let's talk to them so they can leave us alone."

you went there and met every single one of his teammates, including brendan, whom you knew shared some classes with you. they were all nice and a few were apologizing especially to erik, that was holding you flush against his chest all the time. and fortunately, after that day, they finally let you in peace.

it's blurb night!

#gabs answers #gabs writes #umich hockey #erik portillo #erik portillo x reader #gabs' blurb night

[chief-laforte]

Say less bestie!

KP Fic Request 1: Jealousy / Angry Smut

Premise: Alternate Jewel Auction Scene where Porsche does NOT get drugged but still gets railed?

warning: I haven’t written fanfic in a minute so if it’s not good stop reading! I’m not looking for feedback, this is just for fun bc I’m bored and missing the boys (´∀｀=)

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Porsche leaned against the bar as he awaited further instructions from team A. His eyes were tired from the reflective diamonds that bounced off of the lights from the auction stage. He took a small moment to adjust the tightness of his necktie that had been suffocating him until now. A bunch of rich assholes throwing their money at whatever’s in front of them didn’t interest him in the slightest. He just needed to get through this mission and get home so that he could contact his brother.

A tap on Porsche’s shoulder drew him out of his thoughts as he turned to face the bartender. “Khun Kinn requested I make this for you, sir.” The bartender stated as he slid the already made drink towards him. “He said you were looking parched.” Porsche looked back towards Kinn who was eagerly watching for his reaction at the gesture. Seriously…Porsche thought. First he was scolded for drinking on missions and now he’s being encouraged? As if the bartender had heard his thoughts; he added, “Ah, Khun Kinn also asked me to tell you that this is non-alcoholic so that it won’t impair you.” as he flashed a smile at Porsche. Porsche made another look towards Kinn who only sent back a coy smile in return. What kind of game was he playing instead of this auction? Porsche wondered as he begrudgingly grabbed the glass and downed its contents. The drink was surprisingly tangy and had a hint of spice that sent a tingle up his spine. Porsche looked back at Kinn again only to see him holding back a small chuckle as his friends gave him praise. Smug asshole, Porsche thought.

—“Porsche, what the hell are you doing?”—

Pete said to him through his earpiece.

— “You can’t drink on missions. I thought we’ve been over this by now. Get your shit together man.” —

Porsche breathed in deep as he shot a glare towards Kinn. Kinn was busy, however, bidding on some piece and it took everything in Porsche’s power not to go sock him in the cheek.

—“Sorry Pete…”— Porsche began as he urged himself to breath through his anger.

—“Whatever. If you’re not going to take this job seriously, you can just go home…”— Pete responded. Porsche’s head shot up at the comment.

—“You mean that?”—

—“What?”— Pete questioned. —“Khun Kinn is going to have both of our heads if he finds out you got drunk and left!”—

“Hey there, Stranger.” a voice came upon Porsche’s other ear and he suddenly turned to see Vegas leaning next to him at the bar. He’d been so preoccupied arguing with Pete that he didn’t even notice him sneak up on him.

Porsche adjusted slightly to inch away from Vegas as he responded, “Shit Vegas!” He yelled. “…Sorry…You just scared me.”

Vegas grinned coyly at the comment as he inched closer to Porsche and began sliding his hand around his waist. “I’m sorry, Porsche.” He said smugly. “You looked upset so I figured I’d come see if there was anything I could help you with.”

Before Porsche could respond, Vegas’ head was knocked back as Kinn threw a hard right hook into his jaw. Vegas stumbled back as Kinn motioned to take Porsche’s hand and pull him away from the bar and usher him out of the room. They walked hand in hand as Kinn pulled him in the direction of where they entered at the front of the building. Porsche did his best not to stumble over his own feet as Kinn led him to one of the side hallways and into the men’s restroom. “Khun Kinn… Khun Kinn! Ai’Kinn!” Porsche yelled as he was spun around and pinned to the vanity. Kinn locked eyes with him as he pierced him with a look of pure rage.

“What were you doing just now?” Kinn asked angrily. Porsche looked through his eyes to search for why he was so upset. He was the one who gave him the drink after all…

“What, is this some kind of joke?” Porsche yelled back. “You think it’s funny to get me in trouble by telling me to drink on a mission? What the hell do you want from me?” Porsche continued as his own rage began to boil over. Kinn scoffed as he looked to his side and took a deep breath in before looking back at Porsche’s stern gaze.

“You think that’s why I’m angry?” Kinn whispered close to Porsches ear. “Then you must be a real idiot.”

Porsche’s ears reddened at the closeness but his anger reached its peak at hearing the insult. “You ass.” He yelled as he pushed Kinn off away from him. “First you kiss me and forget about it and now you’re mad after buying me a drink! What the hell is wrong with you? You’re insufferable and self-centered! You—“ Porsche was cut off as Kinn moved back into his space and re-pinned him against the counter. Only this time, Kinn’s body was almost pressed against Porsche’s as he placed both hands on either side to seal him in.

“You’re telling me I’m self-centered when you fully accepted the drink I offered you and then flirted with Vegas in front of me? Please…” Kinn said promptly as he motioned his one of his legs in between Porsche’s thighs. Porsche felt a twinge of electricity shoot through his body as he caught his breath. Kinn locked eyes with him and for once, Porsche saw something other than the normal anger he was used to. Kinn’s eyes looked carnal, almost as though they were glazed over by a shroud of jealousy mixed with lust. It was almost intoxicating to look at but Porsche kept staring nonetheless. Kinn’s eyes diverted down to Porsche’s lips and Porsche saw a moment of reluctance flow over him again like what happened at the pier.

“You…” Porsche began. “I wasn’t flirting with Vegas. I was arguing with Pete and—“

“I don’t want you close to him.” Kinn interrupted as he relocked eyes with him. Porsche caught another breath at the comment. Kinn held back a small sniffle as his eyes reddened. Porsche could see he was holding back a frustrated tear as he said it. Maybe he wasn’t trying to prank him afterall…Porsche thought.

Porsche exhaled deeply as he motioned his hands around Kinn’s waist to pull him closer. Kinn’s eyes widened at the touch and Porsche brought his face just inches away from his.

“I don’t want to be close to Vegas, Kinn…” Porsche stated. Kinn blinked at the comment. “I took the drink because you gave it to me.” he continued.

Kinn took a second to analyze Porsche’s words and glean over his gaze to see if he was lying. As if in sync, the two motioned their faces even closer to one another until their lips met one another. They both closed their eyes at the contact as Kinn began to push his lips harder into Porsche’s; his arms wrapping tightly around his waist as he lifted him onto the vanity counter. Porsche’s legs spread to wrap themselves around Kinn as if on instinct, even though he’d never been on this side of a make-out session. Kinn’s hips moved closer against Porsche’s as his hands traveled down to grab a tight hold of his ass. The touch sent shocks throughout Porsche’s entire body as his hips began moving in rhythm with Kinn’s.

Their lips continued to cascade into each other’s as Porsche allowed him to take the lead. Kinn moved away from their kiss as he transferred to licking Porsche’s ear. Suddenly, a moan escaped Porsche’s mouth and he moved his hand to cover his mouth at the sensation. Kinn stopped for a second to chuckle at the noise and marvel at how red Porsche’s face had become. He glanced down at both of their bulges now showing through their suit pants as they continued to gyrate into each other. Kinn stifled a breath as he moved to undo Porsche’s necktie as well as the first three buttons of his shirt. After revealing Porsche’s collar bone and chest, Kinn placed his mouth on his clavicle as he began sucking hard on his skin. Kinn heard another deep guttural moan begin to escape Porsche’s covered mouth before he moved his hands down towards Kinn’s pelvis. Porsche motioned to unzip Kinn’s pants and pulled out his throbbing erection. He followed suit with his own and before Kinn could even finish leaving his mark, Porsche had both of their dicks in his hands as he began stroking.

Kinn pulled away from Porsche’s chest to look back up at him with a short moan. Porsche slammed his lips back onto his as he continued to stroke their member’s together. The friction sent heatwaves through Kinn’s body as his hips continued to push into Porsche’s. Almost instinctually, Kinn grabbed a fistful of Porsche’s hair as he tilted his head back to plant more kisses along his neck. Porsche moaned again, this time, at full volume as his head fell back in bliss. “Fuck…Kinn.” He stuttered through heated breaths.

Kinn leaned in close to him and whispered with a raspy voice into his ear. “Tell me what you want me to do Porsche.”

Porsche’s breath caught in his throat at the blood that rushed to his groin. His head went blank from the pleasure of their dicks rubbing together and he felt a twitch in his ass as if his body knew before he did what it wanted him to do. “Fuck…me.” He managed to get out between stifled breaths.

Kinn grabbed a hold of Porsche’s hand to remove it from their dicks as he pulled him off and turned his body to face the vanity. Kinn undid the rest of Porsche’s pants and let them fall around his ankles as he bent Porsche over the cold granite. Porsche could feel the chill touch on his nipples as his dick continued to throb with heat. His ass puckered as Kinn grabbed a tight hold of his cheeks and began massaging the area around his hole. Porsche hadn’t ever felt this kind of sensation before but couldn’t deny how good it felt. He felt sweat begin to trail down his legs as his dick leaked precum onto the sleek tile. Kinn’s fingers traced their way up Porsche’s thigh and around his dick as he collected a good amount to use as lube. Porsche moaned at the sensations and light touch before he felt Kinn’s finger glide into his ass. His dick twitched and became even harder than it had been and Porsche could hear a small chuckle escape Kinn’s mouth.

“A-Ass…” Porsche stammered as he looked back at Kinn smirking coyly. “Quit…playing around.”

“You’ve never done this with a guy before right?” Kinn said as he leaned over Porsche to trail kisses down the small of his back. “Being impatient doesn’t do you any favors.” He continued as he twisted another finger inside of Porsche. Porsche let out a deep moan into the granite as Kinn poked at his prostate. Then, before he could feel it again, Kinn’s fingered pulled out. Porsche turned back to look at Kinn as if in protest and Kinn locked his eyes onto him as he pushed his dick deep into Porsche’s hole. A gasp caught in Porsche’s throat as his legs trembled and his dick quivered. Kinn grabbed a hold of Porsche’s hips to draw himself further in as he rammed his dick into him. Porsche began moaning in pleasure as Kinn hit the exact spot he’d felt earlier and as he moved to press his hands onto the mirror, Kinn began pounding his hips rhythmically with Porsche’s.

“Yes…Porsche…Porsche…” Kinn stammered through his breaths as he continued to thrust in and out of him. Porsche’s moans grew faster as he felt heat begin to swell in his groin.

“Kinn…I-I’m…” Porsche started.

“Let it out.” Kinn replied as he sped up his movement. Porsche’s mind went blank as his vision began to blur. He could only feel the friction inside of his ass and the pressure on his dick before, finally, Kinn pulled his dick out of him to release. Porsche’s dick pulsated at the sensation and he felt his whole body go numb as he reached his own climax. His legs broke as he almost fell to the ground. Kinn quickly moved to catch him as he followed him to the cold tiled ground of the bathroom floor.

Sweat dripped from both of them as they fumbled to both stand back up and jostle their pants back up. Kinn rubbed Porsche’s waist as he stared into his eyes. Porsche looked at him as well, fully knowing what they’d just done and what it meant. Porsche pulled Kinn by his shirt into him as he engulfed him in a tight hug. Kinn’s eyes widened and then began to soften as he accepted the embrace and nestled Porsche’s head into to small of his shoulder. He planted a soft kiss onto Porsche’s head before whispering, “You’re mine.”

-fin-

#also not me almost writing mile’s name instead of kinn’s every time rIP #kinnporsche #kinnporschetheserieslaforte #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fanfic #kinn x porsche #kinn x porsche fanfic #sorry mom

[moonlitwalkss]

since everyone was so great the last time around, I have another writing challenge! (again- no pressure if you don’t want to participate, but don't be afraid to post even if you aren't a fic writer :) write a blurb/share something you've already written about Lexi telling Fez she's pregnant....

hi anon! thank you for sending me the prompt, it was a bit difficult bc i really don't know anything about pregnancies, but i gave it a shot.

i also posted it on ao3 in case anyone prefers to read it there, anyway here we go...

Ever since she got her first period when she was twelve, Lexi has tracked her dates every single month. During her teen years, she would only write it down in her bullet journal, and as the time went on, she not only had it there but also on the app she had downloaded to her phone and the calendar app, that way, in case Lexi lost either, at least she had a backup.

She always had a regular period, of course over the years, the dates of her cycle would change, but she was never really late. She could count with her hand the few exceptions when she was late; back in high school when she was stressed out writing, producing, starring, and directing Our life, her first few months in college, and that one time she thought she was late by almost a week, but it was mostly due to her new schedule, and both the anxiety and excitement she felt about her new job as a writer for a tv show. 

And now too, 18 years later after her first period. Lexi looked at her yearly calendar in her journal, she was three weeks late, something that had never happened before. She didn't want to get her hopes up but she wasn't stressed and she hadn't had any changes to her routine lately to explain the tardiness. 

Well, that wasn't entirely true. The only thing different was that six months ago, on her 30th birthday, she and Fez had agreed on Lexi getting off the pill and try to get pregnant. 

Her husband (she would never get tired of saying that, not in her five years of marriage or any time soon to be honest) knew even before they were even together that she had planned out the time she wanted to have her children. And even though her math wasn't the most precise back then, she was still adamant to have her firstborn by the time she was 30, and Fez, not being able to deny anything to Lexi, and also excited to start their family, wasn't about to say no to her. 

They had been trying for six months now, but so far her period had arrived on time every single time. That was until three weeks ago when she noticed she was late for one week. Lexi let it slide not wanting to think about it. By the second week, she got more nervous, but she had way too much work to do that week, that she just forgot about it. 

And now, by the third week, she couldn’t ignore it anymore. Her heart was beating fast. This could be it. I might actually be pregnant. She shook her head in an attempt to make her thoughts disappear. Lexi couldn't handle another disappointment. But it's been three fucking weeks now. There was only one thing she had to do.

She had imagined this day many times before. Taking the pregnancy test, looking at the positive result, and planning a cute way to show it to fez, like buying a baby onesie and putting it in Fez’s drawer to surprise him. But she never thought how scary the possibility of the negative result would be. Lexi didn't think she could do this by herself; the surprise pregnancy revelation would have to wait for their second child, she needed her husband by her side right now.

Closing her journal, she left the room and headed to the kitchen, knowing very well that Fezco was already waiting for her there. He did not disappoint her, Fezco was wearing his apron, turning off the stove, and serving their plates.

"Good morning, baby, you hungry? Breakfast's ready." He glanced at her quickly, giving her the sweetest smile before turning back to his task. 

"Morning." He had made pancakes and bacon, cut some fruit, and prepared fresh orange juice. Everything looked delicious, she just couldn't think about eating right now. "Mmm, I'm not really hungry right now, Fez."

He turned around and looked at her with a worried expression on his face."Lex, everything alright? You looking paler than me." He sat her down on one of the chairs, brought her a glass of water, and checked her for any sign of illness. Lexi's lip started trembling, she could feel tears building up in her eyes.

"Um, I think, I mean I don't want to get your hopes up, I'm not really sure, but it's been three weeks and that's not normal for me, I didn't know if I should have gotten the test before saying anything or if we should do this together, but it just couldn't do it without you, and I'm just so scared, Fez, I-"

"Yo, yo, yo, Lexi, baby, slow down, I can barely understand what you saying." She took a deep breath, looking at his clear blue eyes, tears were already falling down from her own.

"I'm three weeks late, and you know I'm always on time, I mean that could mean… fuck, I can't even say it." Fez finally understood what she was trying to say, he felt all over the place. And even though his excitement was winning over, he knew that right now he had to focus on Lexi.

"Hey, hey, I'm glad you told me, I don't want you to go through this by yourself." Fezco pressed his forehead to hers, and after a few moments like that, he cleaned her tears. 

"Um, I could take the test right now." 

"Whenever you're ready, Lex, I'm here."

They head to the bathroom and she took three of the pregnancy tests she bought a few months ago. It was less likely to have three false results, no matter if they were positive or negative. After peeing on the three sticks, she put them on the counter and washed her hands.

Lexi hugged Fez who was standing next to her and thought about how grateful she was for having him with her. She couldn’t imagine waiting one whole minute for the results by herself. They stand still, holding onto each other and looking at the strips.

"What if I'm not pregnant?" Her negative thoughts were running over her head. 

"We just gotta keep trying, Lex. We still got another six months according to your plan, remember?"

"And if I don't get pregnant by then?"

"If we don't get pregnant then we keep tryin', there's no problem if we're behind schedule, but we could see a doctor or something if that makes you feel better. Let's just take it a month at a time, alright?"

Lexi just nods her head against his chest, not wanting to look at the tests anymore. She focuses on his breathing to calm herself down. Fez looks at his watch, and then down at her.

"Minute's up." She could tell that he was trying to keep his cool, but his trembling voice betrayed him. 

"I don't think I can look at it." 

"Wanna do it together?" She shook her head no.

Lexi felt him stretching his arm to grab one of the sticks. She's still pressing her head onto his chest, so she can't see his reaction, and when he doesn't say anything, it feels as if her worst fears had become reality, again.

"What does it say?" Her own voice was hoarse and her eyes were already filling with tears.

"Why don't you check for yourself, Lexi?" She looked up at him and saw him cry with a tiny smile on his face. Lexi felt her cheeks wet from the tears that were already falling from her eyes and gathering all of her courage she turned her head towards the test on his hand and saw the two pink lines. She then grabbed the second and third ones to see the same positive result.

"Fez, we're having a baby!" They both started laughing together. 

"You gonna be a mom, Lex." He held her tight and then kissed her forehead.

"Thank you."

"What you thanking me for?" 

"For being here with me, and helping me not freak out." Lexi was sure this was the happiest moment of her life and she wanted to keep it in her memory forever. 

"Imma always be here, Lexi." 

"You're gonna be a great dad, you know?" He chuckles but keeps tearing up.

"Nah, don't start Lexi, I swear I won't stop crying." She laughs along with him and wiped his tears.

"We gotta make an appointment with the doc after all huh?" She smiled and nodded excitedly. Lexi now had other things to track down, her ob-gyn visits, her trimesters, the baby's movements, and the list kept on growing in her head, but each one made her happier than the last. 

#the fic deals with struggles to get pregnant #in case you dont want to read anything like that #this was more difficult than what i expected #but still helped me get back into writing #so thanks again anon #a #w

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The Bad Guys (Dreamworks)

Okay, I have some time to write a longer review of The Bad Guys movie!

Note: this is only on the 2022 movie. I heard there is a comic and need to look into that soon!

Spoilers if you don't want to be spoiled!

So I enjoyed the movie very much! There were things where I felt were a little weak but honestly, you can say that about any movie. It doesn't make the movie unwatchable and I'm sure wouldn't be noticed by most (especially little kids who the movie was for).

Main Gang - supporting characters

I loved the dynamic of the gang! But there was definitely a difference between the two mains (Wolf and Snake) and the supporting cast (Shark, Tarantula, and Piranha). Not too much but notice that I kinda wished they expanded a little more on the three!

I felt that Piranha was a weak character but was clearly made to be comedic relief. He got a laugh out of me once or twice so he did his job. He didn't have too much in a defining personality outside the comedic relief or the "crazy team member". I get they wanted to focus on Wolf's character and his changes and Snakes (through his friendship with Wolf) but still.

Shark and Tarantula were a little more fleshed out in comparison to Piranha but not by much. I felt there was more personality in those two but they could have used a little more (especially with Tarantula who didn't get a lot of scenes other than the hacking which okay make sense but STILL)

These are very minor weak points with the supporting characters and don't make the movie hard to watch. I hope if they make more or a series they explore more on Shark, Tarantula, and Piranha bc I'm very interested in them.

Main Gang - Wolf and Snake

I love these two! I love their dynamic and you can just tell they have been friends for a really long time! Their personalities clash but in a fun way and it works! Wolf is the easy-going conman and leader with Snake being the grouchy right-hand man/second in command. When they disagree in the 3rd act of the movie and split you really felt it! They bonded through how everyone hated and feared them without getting to know them (same with Shark, Tarantula, and Piranha) and supported each other! THEY ARE FRIENDS AND YOU CAN FEEL THAT! I adore it!

Wolf and Snake really are strong characters and the movie were very much them (Wolf mostly but Snake (and the gang coming to terms of being good guys) growing into their new roles and it was fun to watch!

Diana:

I LOVE her character! The "was a Bad Guy turned good but still uses her abilities when needed" was great! I was scared that she was just going to be the person that convinces Wolf to be a good guy but never having been on the other side of being feared/hated/forced into a role due to their histories/looks etc. I just loved that and thought it was subtle but a strong direction to take.

I also love how they didn't make her the apparent love interest of Wolf. Oh, you can definitely see the chemistry but you could see it as friendship also (same with Snake lol). I said it before in a post but similar to Pacific Rim with Mako and Raleigh. It was refreshing to see in a cartoon like this one.

The Villain:

I called the Villain and thought it was kinda weak to have professor Marmalade. However, how he got Wolf in the very beginning and then the rest of the group was kinda interesting. Still have some plot holes in it and how it was wrapped up was a mixed bag.

Despite that, I guess there wasn't much they could do with creating a Villain for the movie. Honestly, it could have been done without it but right now I can't think of a way to do that so it's not that big of a deal I guess. Again, it's a cartoon for a young-ish audience. Not to dismiss it at all! But in the end, it's like most DW movies (more on the end of Rise of the Guardians than HTTYD but I adore both those movies so there you go lol).

The Animation:

OH MY GOD! SO GOOD! I love the expressions and the movements of the characters and UGH I HAVE NO WORDS! 10/10 so glad they went with this stylistic animation style it fits perfectly)

Overall:

8/10

The weak points aren't super noticeable if you turn your brain off (which i cant lol) but the weak points for the villain and the wrap-up with him knocked the score down.

Very cool animated movie with great characters! A strong main cast and the supporting cast did what they needed to do. The story was decent and not hard to follow. A very good film! I will watch it again!

My opinion: Wolf and Snake are Husbands and in love

#the bad guys #the bad guys dreamworks #mr wolf #mr snake #ms tarantula #mr shark #mr piranha #review #this turned out longer than i wanted it to but oh well #i need that art book of this movie lol