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espresso - lando norris

summary: y/n is a famous singer who also happens to be a massive f1 fan. when she mentions a liking for a certain driver, it's only fate that he tries everything in his power to get her attention.

a/n: no face claim! the outcomes/order of races are altered to fit the story, it's just a fun time!!

liked by oliviarodrigo, oneruel, pedri, and 1, 376, 227 others ynusername my new interview with wired is out now!

user64973 Stop you're gorgeous

user89322 do i wanna be her or be with her??

user09384 so who r u crushing on huh

ynusername it's a seeeecret 🤫

user44172 This entire vid is so chaotic omfg

user03638 Please let y/n enter her wag era

liked by user55736, user89842, user73903, and 10, 652 others user33973 HELLO???? LANDO LITERALLY LIKED THIS TWEET I'M CRYING

user98301 brother personally knows who y/n's next bf should be

user40440 HAHA NO LITERALLY

user34593 God please let this be lando shooting his shot after watching y/n's recent interview

user43982 NO WAIT UR SO FR BECAUSE SHE LITERALLY MENTIONED LIKING AN F1 DRIVER WHAT IF IT'S HIM??

user12871 lando and y/n 🙏🙏

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liked by oscarpiastri, lorde, gavi, and 782, 774 others ynusername what a race! lovely to see you again @ oscarpiastri, maybe aim for a podium next time though?

oscarpiastri I'd like to see you try in a f1 car

user49949 Wait is oscar the guy y/n was talking abt in that vid? user53004 i hope not, i love him and lily

user20833 Okay so did y/n and lando interract or not? 😭

user61221 hot girls support mclaren (confirmed!) liked by ynusername

user89483 y/n slowly integrating herself in the f1 scene, we see u girl

liked by danielricciardo, logansargeant, ynusername, and 2, 459, 383 others landonorris A lot to learn from this weekend, but we keep pushing. Also great to meet a lot of new faces and the incredible fans🧡

user58273 SORRY WHAT THAT SECOND PHOTO...

user89894 is the new face y/n perhaps??

mclaren Great weekend Lando! liked by landonorris

user92702 I genuinely tweak whenever u post bc u look so fine

user53982 not y/n liking this post 😭

user66359 AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN FOLLOW HIM user98123 miss girl is stalking her crush i bet

user17263 please let this year be your year

user52209 Did anyone see his response to that post race interview?

user28732 YES AND HOW HE HAS HIS EYE ON SUM1

user87229 oh he trynna thirst trap (y/n) liked by landonorris

liked by lilyzneimer, oliviarodrigo, pedri, and 334, 938 others ynusername remember that one bitch ass ex I had? yeah well I wrote another song about him! 'feather' is yours now, but best enjoyed when you have an ugly, cheating, lying dick of an ex to think about. have fun with this one!! 😘

lilyzneimer STOP I'M ACTUALLY DYING I WAS NOT EXPECTING OSCAR OMG I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING liked by ynusername

user82983 i was like wow normal post! and then boom. oscar.

oscarpiastri Okay that seems a little mean

lilyzneimer already on repeat

oscarpiastri Um excuse me???? Did you read the caption...

user68297 NEW Y/N MUSIC YESYESYES

user26321 omfg i've been waiting for an angry y/n song

user72639 this sounds really familiar?? song of the summer maybe?

ynusername ahhhh thank you bb

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liked by user58273, user98004, user63874, and 10, 376 others user44938 Y/N papped in Monte Carlo today! Rumours are circulating that she was visiting F1's starboy Lando Norris, however there is no official confirmation.

user99812 ohhh y/n we see you

user89283 Okay everyone shut up abt lando, let's take a moment to appreciate y/n's beauty omf she's gorg

user23294 I SECOND THIS !!

user12834 hmm i wonder why she's in monaco...

user48463 Y/N u ain't slick 😭

user35273 she saw lando's story and ran straight to him

user16282 "how far u go for a sneaky link? I'd fly"

user52883 I know damn well she ain't in monaco for a holiday

liked by landonorris, gracieabrams, laufey, and 483, 995 others ynusername it's exactly like selena gomez's 2011 film

user73948 I KNOW LANDO'S HOODIE WHEN I SEE IT

user63762 ur the genuine it girl

lilyzneimer Monte Carlo reference, I love it liked by ynusername

user11928 landoooo

landonorris oooooo

user40948 oh hey lando user29830 Fancy seeing you here user73984 He wants her so bad

oscarpiastri I think I've seen that hoodie before

ynusername hmm i wonder where 🤷‍♀️

user49283 girl saw his story and flew out IMMEDIATELY

user53984 y/n l/n wag era loading 😏😏

user92874 So pretty

liked by oscarpiastri, ynusername, mclaren, and 3, 469, 848 others landonorris Calm before the storm #raceweek

charlesleclerc Good to see you with some company

user76483 CHARLES HASFGUEH

ynusername omg invite me next time

user42761 Girl bfr we know where u were at

user52739 THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE

user19820 y/n and lando are a match made in heaven

user82637 I wonder who you were hanging out with 🤔

oscarpiastri Wow I feel like I've seen that girl before

ynusername me too

user61542 not lando soft launching y/n as if we don't know it's her

user82736 I mean technically we don't

user19823 @ user82736 No I think it is confirmed, she was heard on his twitch stream the other day

liked by landonorris, lilyzneimer, danielricciardo, and 1, 254, 982 others mclaren Our drivers and their partners after qualifying! Lando and Oscar will begin P4 and P5 respectively in Monte Carlo 🧡🤍

user82638 AND THEIR PARTNERS??? Y/N AND LANDO?

user52761 admin really said if they won't confirm it, I will liked by mclaren

user52839 Please lando and y/n are adorable

user82636 lily & oscar >>>

user48273 Sooooo they official...?

user27163 guys stop with this y/n x lando madness, i need a double mclaren podium

user82638 y/n really manifested her wag era huh

liked by ynusername, logansargeant, lilymunhe, and 3, 716, 372 others landonorris Monaco '24. Thank you to everyone who came out, and showed me support this weekend. I promise to be better next race. tagged: oscarpiastri & ynusername

ynusername my racer 🧡🏎️

user62538 HELLO? user82776 i'm gonna be sick

mclaren Papaya boys! liked by landonorris

user72538 Y/N is so beautiful I can't even

user16529 HIS EYES

user52863 him hard launching y/n >>>>

user98276 This is MY victoria and david

ynusername omg we're definitely not as cool as them

user41752 i won't get over this ever

liked by landonorris, phoebebridgers, mclaren, and 967, 837 others ynusername i think i need to buy more orange clothes

landonorris I've already offered up half my closet to her...

landonorris nice shirt though 😏

user62538 oh i'm living for their hard launch

lilyzneimer Welcome to the team!!

user22817 STOP THIS IS ADORABLE PLS WE NEED Y/N AND LILY CONTENT IMMEDIATELY

mclaren Our favourite pop star liked by ynusername 🌟

user52763 Y/N THE WAG YESSSSSS

oscarpiastri It's actually papaya

ynusername okay sassy man apocalypse lilyzneimer @ ynusername feed him to the zombies

liked by oliviarodrigo, landonorris, lilyzneimer, and 583, 872 others ynusername oh and btw, my new song espresso is out and it's a @ landonorris certified 'banger'. his words not mine. listen on all platforms now!!

landonorris She's working late cause she's a singerrr

ynusername haiii

user72637 y/n really walked in and said that she's the best lando ever had and ever will have

landonorris I mean it's true sooo

user62537 Okay lando I didn't know u had game like dat

lilyzneimer oh I love you

ynusername LILYYYYYYY i love u so much oscarpiastri I think our gfs are gfs... @ landonorris

view landonorris's story...

please let me know if you guys liked this! i love doing lando fics so much. as always, my reqs are open so feel free to drop suggestions!!

here’s a cute oscar smau i just wrote

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slayfics · 5 months

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Katsuki gets caught being sweet to you.

You started to finally catch your breath being at the top of the hiking trail Katsuki had dragged you out too.

"Alright there, it's just us up here so tell me already. What the hell has been going on?"

"That's why you brought me out here?" You asked.

"Just tell me already, stop being so damn stubborn." He pried you impatiently.

"I told you I'm fine Bakugo, just busy like everyone else." You replied.

"Don't give me that shit. Do you think I'm stupid? The other extras are too dense to notice but I can see how exhausted you've been this whole week. So just tell me- what's going on," He said.

"You didn't need to drag me out here on a hike in freezing weather to do this, you know," You said, slightly irritated at Katsuki continuing to push you.

"Ugh- will you stop stalling and talk already," He yelled, causing you to let out an annoyed sigh. Katsuki put his hands in his pockets and looked out at the view, his demeanor softening slightly. "You can talk to me, you know," he added, his voice lower and kinder than before.

You stayed looking at the view for a few more moments trying to figure out how to unpack everything that had been stressing you out. It wasn't like some big thing, but a summation of a bunch of little things that were beginning to become too challenging to manage.

A cold breeze blew by causing you to shiver. You wondered why Katsuki had insisted on bringing you up this mountain to talk to you. He could have pestered you in your dorm where it was warm.

Katsuki stole glances at you occasionally then focused back on the view not wanting to intimidate you too much from his glare. Hiking always helped him to clear his mind and gather his thoughts when they seemed too loud. He thought maybe it would help you too, and being away from all your classmates might make it easier for you to talk to him. At the very least it made it easier for Katsuki to be more vulnerable with you. He found it too daunting to express himself fully with all the attention of his classmates around. It was much easier being only in your company.

You took a deep breath, "I guess- it's just been hard to balance everything recently," You finally spoke, breaking the silence. Katsuki made it easy to open up to, as he had no problem sitting in silence for long extended periods. Others in your life felt the need to fill that silence with useless chatter which always prevented you from sitting in your emotions and being able to formulate them into words.

You took in another breath feeling a lump in your throat form. You hadn't wanted to talk to anyone about what was going on for fear of opening up the flood of emotions and not being able to stop. Now here it was. You didn't want to cry on this fucking hill.

Katsuki patiently waited while you gathered your thoughts.

"It's just been so much and I've been barely keeping up. It's- been getting to me recently. I've been forgetting things I shouldn't. Being unusually upset at things that aren't that big of a deal- and I just- it's dumb." You cut yourself off afraid to say anymore.

"It's not dumb. Don't hold that shit in, it's not healthy," He said encouraging you to keep talking.

You sighed, "I just... know that it could be way worse, and I've been through way worse so- I feel so irritated at myself. What I'm going through now isn't something I can't handle. I know that. So why do I feel so fucking exhausted with everything," You replied wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

"Hmm," Katsuki grunted, processing what you said. "You know, it's ok to be tired, and- to not be perfect. You can't just deny yourself from feeling overwhelmed because it could be worse. If you're exhausted now then those feelings are real- and it's ok to have them," He spoke.

You looked down at the view watching the distant cars pass, "Thanks," You managed to say taking another deep breath.

"You shouldn't wait to handle them until they explode either. Trust me, I know what that's like," He said, causing you to let out a small giggle. "You're too damn hard on yourself you know that?"

You let out a full laugh, "Oh that's pretty good coming from you. You're the pro at having too high expectations for yourself," you laughed.

You and Katsuki were wrapped up in your conversation causing you not to notice approaching classmates in the distance. Mina and Eijiro had also decided to come up the hill after class and spotted both of you in the distance.

"That looks like we shouldn't interrupt," Eijiro said.

"Yeah," Mina agreed. "But maybe... we could get a little closer to make sure everything is ok?" She said, pulling Eijiro into the bushes to spy on you and Katsuki. Eijiro was highly against the plan but was unable to protest for fear of you two hearing.

"Yeah I know I have high expectations for myself... that's why I know what it fucking looks like when you're being too hard on yourself. So- tonight I'm coming to your dorm and, I'm making sure you get to bed at a reasonable fucking time."

Mina's eyes widened as she looked at Eijiro, "Coming to their dorm?!" She whispered, and Eijrio covered her mouth, silencing her.

"You mean Grandpa time at 9 p.m.?"

"Shut up! 9 p.m. is late as hell! You damn idiots just don't know how to have a good sleep schedule! Look I'm making sure you get some sleep and tomorrow I'm taking you out. So- figure out where you want to eat, I don't care where. And I'm not letting you say no you need a break," Katsuki replied.

"You don't have to do that Bakugo."

"Of course, I don't have to but, I want to. So just shut up and let me take care of you ok. You better not be afraid to order enough food this time either! I'm buying so- just get whatever you want, alright?"

"Ok ok," You laughed, feeling your mood brighten.

"Next time, just tell me when you're having a bad day or something. Stop making me drag it out of you. I- worry about you, you know? Now let's go back to the dorms. I see you shivering," He said, beginning to walk back down the hill.

Mina squirmed again under Eijiro's hand, keeping her silent. Her eyes said it all. She was in disbelief at Katsuki's words.

"Here," Katsuki said, holding his hand out and offering it to you. "I'll warm your hand with my quirk," he said.

You grabbed his hand interlacing your fingers with his.

"Don't dare say anything about how sweaty my hands are!" He barked.

You giggled, "How many times do I have to tell you I don't care Bakugo. It's part of your quirk, and your quirk is amazing you shouldn't be self-conscious about it. Besides, I'm always happy to hold your hand," You said as you two walked down the mountain.

"Tch whatever," Katsuki grumbled looking away from you as a small tint grew on his cheeks.

Finally, when you and Katsuki were far enough down the hill, Eijiro released Mina.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!?" Mina exclaimed.

"Shh shhh," Eijiro pleaded.

"WHAT- He wants to take care of them?!? OH MY GOD! They are totally dating right?! That's what he said he's taking them out to eat! And he's sneaking into their dorm! Wait wait- when they held hands it sounded like that had before! AND AND BAKUGO WAS TOTALLY BLUSHING! NO WAY!" Mina said looking like she might pass out from all this information.

"Ashido relax, we shouldn't have heard any of that!" Eijiro replied.

"Yeah but but-" Mina exclaimed, her head spinning. "Who knew Baklugo could actually be so sweet! I can't wait to tell Jiro-" She said, pulling out her phone.

"NO!" Eijiro said, grabbing her phone from her. "Uh- sorry, I didn't mean to be so harsh but- you can't tell anyone what we heard ok?" Eijiro said.

"WHAT?! I just heard Bakugo being the sweetest boyfriend ever and you expect me not to say anything about that?!"

"YES!" Eijiro yelled. "Look they both like their privacy and there is a reason they were all the way up here talking, Ashido. I think we should keep this a secret and let them do things at their own pace ok?" He said, handing Mina back her phone.

"UGH-" She exclaimed letting out a big sigh. "I guess you're right... but wow who would have thought Bakugo could be a decent person much less a good boyfriend." She said.

Eijiro just shrugged at her words, "I don't know he's not a bad guy like you all make him out to be you know."

"Wait! You totally already knew didn't you!" Mina said, slapping Eijiro's shoulder.

"Hey! I mean- Bakugo is my best friend you know, so yeah I did..." He answered truthfully.

"You suck! Keeping secrets like that from me!" Mina said playfully, waving a finger at him.

"I'm sorry, but it's their business you know?" He said.

"Yeah I understand, guess we should go back to the dorms too now," Mina suggested.

"Yeah it is pretty cold up here, let's go." He agreed as they both started to walk down the hill. "I don't have Bakugo's quirk or anything but- if you're cold you can hold my hand too if you want," Eijiro suggested.

Mina's face tinted a darker pink as she reached out and grabbed Eijiro's hand.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries

Picture taken from @everypanelofkatsuki, thank you for all your hard work! Go check them out if you haven’t!

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anzulvr · 10 months

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What do you think Karma would be like with a calm/chill reader who's easygoing and effortlessly charming personality sometimes turns completely 180 when they feel strong emotions? Like they can go from sweetly comforting Nagisa to yelling oddly detailed threats at Terasaka while chasing him with a metal bottle for eating her food. (Maybe mix in some passive aggressive sarcastic sass when Korosensei's being annoying?)

Karma x Chill(..but actually really passive aggressive) reader 🤗🤗 Ty for the request!! (Sorry took long)

— You don’t argue often and you are also very good at listening to everyones perspective and ideas even if they’re different from you. People view you as very understanding so seeing you actually getting into a heated fight it’s surprising at first.

— Karma is so surprised when he sees you angry for the first time like he didn’t know you had it in you to say the things you did.

— He TRIES to get you pissed off just to see you react, since you know he’s kidding and dating him gives you a soft spot for him it’s basically just him failing to annoy you.

— This one time Karma scribbled over your paper to bother you and all you did was frown for a second and erase / re do anything he messed up. (He felt bad and helped you when he realized you weren’t going to fight 😭)

— then in a group project with Yoshida (also Isogai and Rinka) Yoshida scribbled a little bit on your notes (not nearly as much damage as Karma made) but it pissed you off so badly you grabbed a marker and started scribbling on his face

“I’ve been working on those notes for days you actual dumbass”

“Hey- I’m sorry!! I’ll rewrite them— get off me your using permanent marker it’ll be hard to take off!!”

“GOOD.”

— “Damn [name] that mad?” When you hear Karma mention how you reacted you stop so fast

“I wasn’t actually mad. We we’re just playing right Yoshida?”

Only out of fear he agrees “Right..”

— You’re tolerance for everything is way higher for Karma because you like him too much to get mad, that doesn’t mean you never get mad at him it just takes a little more to.

— Some of the things you respond with are shady in the way people expect Karma and it’s just so confusing cause it feels so out of character for you.

— but it’s definitely one of the things Karma likes the most about you because 1. It’s funny 2. Hes glad to see you stand up for yourself once in a while because he’s usually the one telling people off for you.

— passive aggressiveness would come whenever Korosensei or really E class is too pushy about certain topics.

For example before Karma confessed to you theyd push you to do it first and come up with crazy plans to make things happen.

— they full on locked you in a room together and instead of waiting it out you found a way to break the doorknob (together #romanceisreal)

Angry you and happy Karma is a mix end class fears because he’ll be constantly hyping it up😭

Like you’ll be be hitting Terasaka with a notebook because he said something stupid and Karma will go:

“[Name] wait— Use this one it’s way thicker!!”

(took inspo for ur original request lollol)

Karma will support anything you try and honestly rile you up more to see what you do

Angry you and Angry Karma is definitely the worst mix of all

hell on earth

! but it hardly happens since you usually reel each other in

Just tell him to chill tf out😭

Having strong emotions isn’t all bad, you’re empathetic, kind and care for everyone in class— even Terasaka no matter how much of a pain he can be.

mom friend-ish?? (Awe yeah Mom friend definitely)

They don’t actually mind it and are grateful for the times you stand up for them bc they know you love them

Especially Karma even though you’re prone to getting into arguments like all couples do it’ll work out fine because you both care to much about eachother.

If you’re the type to remind people you love them after arguing it’s another thing he loves about you, since he himself has trouble saying he’s wrong first it’s helped him swallow his pride and apologize faster.

(Literally so cute my fave relationship dynamic)

#ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane #akabane karma x reader #assassination classroom x reader #karma akabane headcannons #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #assasination classroom #assassination classroom #assclass

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 11 months

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omfg i’m so in love w your writing 😭 i’d like to request a harvey fic, maybe where they j have a secret relationship, but really everyone knows cause he j goes so soft around the reader (and maybe they get caught making out too, any spice you can add is awesome) tysm!!<3

Thanks, buddy! Here you go :)

Warnings: Smooches?

"Harvey."

"Mm?"

“Are you going to make yourself useful, or are you just going to stand there?”

“I may just stand here. I’m enjoying the view.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, shaking your head as you shove a box back into its place on the shelf and draw the next out. You pop the top, beginning to finger through the files.

“There’s nothing else that you could be doing right now?” You press.

“Jessica told me to stop hanging around her office.”

“See, that’s strange to me, Mr. Specter.”

“I know, it’s ridiculous. Who wouldn’t want me around?”

“Can’t exactly say you’re being particularly helpful hanging around here right now.”

“I’m not going to help an associate.”

“But you are going to nag me until I’m finished in here? For what? Just to slow me down?”

“How else am I supposed to get my kicks?”

You roll your eyes, drawing a file out of the box and replacing the lid before you push it back into place. You turn, starting past Harvey, only to slow, then still as he grasps your wrist.

“Harvey,” You warn softly, glancing between the shelves. There’s no one else from what you can see, but that doesn’t mean that other people won’t come in.

“Just wait a minute,” He murmurs. His hand slides from your wrist to smooth over your waist. You bite your lip, allowing yourself to lean back against him.

“I have work to do.”

“I’ll let you get back to it in a minute.”

“What’s gonna happen in that minute?”

“You tell me.”

You can’t help but smile as he turns you to face him. His gaze skates your face for a moment before he leans in, pressing his lips gently to yours. For a moment, you let yourself forget how much trouble you could be if anyone walked in right now.

If it were Louis, he’d nail you to the wall—he’d make your life hell, try to goad you into quitting for being Harvey’s little girlfriend—you can practically hear him sneering it now.

If it were Jessica, you’re almost certain you could be let off with a warning, and Harvey would be given a hell of slap on the wrist. She’s already given you curious looks, sidelong gazes when Harvey has openly watched you as you leave a room. She’s asked you about your workload, and the cases tangentially involving Harvey have always had far more pointed questions.

If it were Mike, you’d get a hell of a lot of teasing. He has his suspicions about you and Harvey, sure. He’s asked joking questions, but there’s always been a thread of truth in them. You’re certain that Harvey has confirmed it to him, but maybe Mike thinks that Harvey is taking him for a ride, that there’s no way you’re gotten together with a senior associate when you’ve only just arrived at the firm.

If it were Rachel, you’re certain that you would be teased mercilessly. You know that she knows—that Donna found out, and that the fact has almost certainly been shared with Rachel. Rachel’s never asked you about Harvey outright, but she’s given you sly smiles and winks.

Donna hasn’t asked you about Harvey so much as offered tips—when he’s in a good mood, a bad mood; when he’s hangry; when he’s got his nose to the grindstone and is up against a deadline.

You can’t help but giggle as Harvey steers you back toward a shelving. He grasps the folder in your hand, shoving it onto the shelf behind your head before he takes your face in his hands. You moan softly, reveling in the feeling of his suit jacket as you slide your arms around his shoulders. You really ought to go, but as Harvey teases his tongue between your lips, you’re almost certain that you won’t be leaving anywhere any time soon—

“Ahem.”

You jolt, nearly biting Harvey’s tongue as you draw back from him. Your face goes hot as you spot Donna at the end of the aisle, her arms crossed around her chest as she cocks a brow at the two of you.

“Louis is looking for that file," She nods toward it, "And he’s on the warpath.”

“Oh, shit.” You turn, straightening your clothing and turning, grabbing the file and hurrying toward the door. “Thanks, Donna!”

“You’re welcome.”

“I don’t get a thank you?” Harvey calls after you as you reach the door.

“Absolutely not!”

#asks #replies #anon #Harvey Specter x Reader #Harvey Specter x You

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yanderederee · 6 months

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MeetMyGang

April25th, 2004

a/n: Please enjoy!!♡ // BajixTutor!Reader series // ct:fluff

lol lowkey inspired by this behind-the-scenes clip of the live action actors having a push-up contest!

before › now! › after

Just after the events of Rooting for You!

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✦

“Bring her by next meeting,”

Mikey ordered.

Baji sweat under the intense seriousness Mikey was radiating.

“It’s really not what you think, M-“ Baji tried to disagree, but Mikey simply wasn’t taking no for an answer.

This was an order, not a request.

“I just wanna meet her!” Mikey pouted. “Anyone who can get You to stop on a rampage is worth meeting.” Draken agreed, smirking at Baji. “It’s not everyday we get to see Baji Keisuke shy,” Mitsuya shoved Baji playfully. “She’s got to be a saint of some kind to put up with your stubborn ass!”

Baji groaned, glaring at each and every one of the Toman founders, who were simultaneously grinning wickedly back at him.

“I said, no.”

He was determined.

Everyone went quiet, and soon all eyes landed to the ominous aura in the air: all eyes on Mikey.

Baji wasn’t budging.

“Fine,”

Mikey shrugged, outwardly appearing indifferent. “Not like I can force you.”

And that was it.

The meeting ended.

That was way too easy.

Baji didn’t have a good feeling, when the room started to file empty.

“Good luck,” Draken, the last person in the room, had sighed, before leaving Baji in a cold sweat.

— April27th, 2004

“Hmm~mh-mm~”

Whisper

“Who is that guy?”

“I’m not sure, be looks like he’s waiting on someone…”

“He kinda looks.. like a delinquent, doesn’t he?”

“Well he’s driving a bike, so…”

“Maybe he’s waiting on a girlfriend?~”

“Don’t joke like that! Who would even…”

Whisper

“Yyy/nn-chinnn~ y/n-chin~” Mikey whistled to himself, scanning the ocean of student heads while he wait leisurely on his CB250.

Baji was PISSED.

“What is that guys deal?!”

“Who?” You asked, behind him like a little duckling.

“No one!” Baji bit back full force, practically red, trying to hide Mikey from your window viewing pleasure.

Barely taken aback, if at all, you hummed casually before shrugging. “Guess I’ll go find out ~” you gathered the last of your materials before pulling your bag neatly over your shoulder and starting your way towards the door.

“Wait!” Baji tried stopping you, but just as he reached for your hand to try and halt you, you did a quick sprint to the door, avoiding his touch. You grinned wickedly, yet so sweetly, actually, wait, what was with that giggle? He was so caught up in how cute you looked giggling at his bewildered expression, that he lost sight of you completely.

“Shit, wait, y/n!! “ he yelled, trying to make quick work to catch up to you. His glasses slid, the frames blocking his vision only for a moment, enough to make him bump against the door way in his quick pursuit.

“Damnit, Chifuyu!” Baji yelled, and up popped Chifuyu’s blond helmet. “Yes sir!”

“Don’t let Mikey get ahold of Y/n!” He ordered, and just like a good subordinate, Chifuyu clicked his heels. “GOT IT!”

As Baji and Chifuyu both went different directions, Ryusei couldn’t contain his laughter. “What the hell is going on?”

Just outside the school entrance, you snuck to-and-fro between mingling students to make sure you went unseen.

You were just curious after all. Baji never wanted to introduce you to any of his friends, and while it wasn’t like you two were dating, but you were curious about Baji’s personal life.

About his super cool biker gang friends!

You peeked a spying eye out past the gate, scanning the area to spot the culprit of Baji’s stress. It didn’t take long, given the low rumbling of an engine.

Biking boots.

Loose black trousers.

A white belt.

An oversized white v neck, shoulders covered with another school’s jacket. Not the same Tokyo Manji uniform you’d seen just the other day.

And as your gaze wandered to meet the face of this lazily dressed delinquent, you made direct eye contact with Manjiro Sano.

Your heart stopped. What kind of presence was this, that you were feeling? It felt like the wind had been knocked right out of you. Your lungs deflated and suddenly you were lightheaded. Were you holding your breath? Why couldn’t you breathe? Why was he looking at you so intently? Like you were—

“Y/n!” Whispered Chifuyu, bringing you back to reality.

But just before he got his hands on you, so had Mikey.

“Y/n-chin!~ there you are, I was looking for you!” Mikey laughed happily, his bike’s kickstand having been shoved in the ground with haste.

“Too late, shit-“ Baji hissed, just making it in time to witness Mikey holding your hands in his with glee. “C’mon, before your boyfriend snatches you away,” Mikey grinned at you, then glancing at Baji, who seemed to hear every word.

“You low hanging bastard! Don’t you dare—“ Baji started, but it was too late before Mikey was pulling you past your restrains- over and onto his bike, sitting in front of him.

“WHAT THE HELL!” School be damned, Baji couldn’t hide the hot rage that came from Mikey’s overstepping. But even when he tried reaching the two of you, Mikey was already throttling the gas.

The last thing Baji saw of you was your mildly worried expression.

“Seee ya~” Mikey laughed, so so very clearly amused, before riding away full speed.

“Mikkkeeeeyyyyy…” Baji was boiling over, further and further as the day went on.

Couldn’t he just respect one thing? One? Baji said no, No, damnit!

“Baji, we should follow them,” Chifuyu spoke, as though there wasn’t all hope lost. “C’mon.”

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“‘The hells your problem, knock it off!” Baji yelled.

Everyone was just surrounding you— trying to get a look at Baji’s Girlfriend. Or, that was the rumor.

“Baji-San has a girlfriend?!”

“No way! She’s just his tutor!”

“But he brought her here! That’s strange!”

“It’s unlike Baji to bring someone…”

“Shh he’ll hear you!”

“I didn’t say anything wron—“

“QUIT WHISPERING I CAN HEAR YOU BASTARDS!”

Baji groaned. This was the worst.

Chifuyu had good intentions, bringing you around to get a better understanding of who Baji really was, the side of him you didn’t know anything about.

And now here you were in the heart of it, and you looked amazed.

“Is that a real tattoo?” You asked one of the guys, peeking when the thug drew back his sleeve to show it off. “No, fuck off.” Baji pushed past, taking you away from the crowd.

“H-hey! Baji,” you tried to argue, but he wasn’t having any of it. “Don’t care, we’re leaving.”

*reader begins using Baji instead of Kei/Keisuke while in front of his friends, to avoid being seen as disrespectful*

“Woah woah! Where’s the fire!” Smiled a nice looking boy with short hair and a cross earring. “You must be the famous Baji charmer,” he opened his hand to you, to which you shook politely. “Name’s Mitsuya, Mitsuya Takashi.”

“Nice to make your acquaintance Mitsuya-san, I don’t much about charming, but I do my best to keep Baji on top of classes.” You giggled.

Mitsuya paused, starring at you for a while, charmed. Quickly, he looked back up to smirk at Baji. “Lucky bastard.” He almost soluted before giving your hand a final squeeze, and backed off.

But you were a popular guest star, it was only a matter of time before you were swept away again. Much to Baji’s dismay. In the crowd of delinquents, it was getting hard to keep track of where you were being taken.

“Chifuyu, I’m about to lose it.” Baji informed, ready to throttle the next guy who put his hands on you. Chifuyu gulped. “J-just, hang tight boss!” He groaned, dreading the turn of events.

“I-is THAT a real tattoo?” You gasped, the next time you were spotted was with Draken, who was crouching for your convenience and chuckling at your bright eyed excitement. “I-is it a dragon? How cool!” You threatened to trace the ink outline.

“Ken Ryuguji, nice to meet you,” Draken had introduced himself, now standing up to full height.

“Wow, even your name means dragon? That’s kind of bad ass, right?”

Draken laughed, like you’d just said a hilarious joke. “It is bad ass isn’t it!” He laughed even harder. “She’s great, you should’ve brought her around sooner, Baji!”

And while Baji was off fuming, you stood there happily content.

“Hey, yaknow, I’m like, way stronger than Baji, right?” Mikey grinned, leaning in for a fake flirty gesture. Stalking you like a shadow, Mikey’s been having you make your rounds, all within his own supervision.

Mikey did find you rather adorable, after all.

Mikey liked the way you handled yourself, composed and confident in a crowd of scary looking thugs. He liked the way you respected them and treated them in a friendly manner. But Mikey really liked the way you smiled, the lovesick doe eyed puppy that adored Baji. He knew you and Baji were in the process of becoming an item.

But you weren’t yet, so he thought it no harm to pseudo flirt before Baji could have a valid reason to tell him off.

“I saw the way you kick! I was really impressed,” you praised him with an admiration. “Considering Baji is the strongest person I know, I suppose I’ll have to take your word for it.”

This seemed to light a fire in Mikey. “Oh no, take more than just my word. Baji! C’mere so I can kick your ass!” He joked loudly.

Baji was almost thrilled when he finally found you again. And what made it all the better was the way you jogged over to be by his side.

Your presence alone was enough to allow him catch his breath.

When he looked down at you to assess your comfort levels, what with being pawned around like a shiny new toy, he was released to see your carefree smile.

“I’m also way stronger than Baji, by the way.” Out spoke Pah, almost startling you.

“Oh really? Maybe we should test which one of us is the strongest!”

“Stupid~, I’m just gonna win! Don’t even bother,”

“Now that’s a challenge I think I’ll take you up on.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you guys!”

…

And that’s how you ended up refereeing Toman’s first official strength and endurance competition.

Between Mitsuya and Draken, you made sure both of them seemed prepared enough for your the starting signal.

“… Go!”

And in traditional arm wrestling fashion, the twin dragons fought with all their strength, gripping for dear life to not be the loser.

They had a good few seconds of beefing back and forth, but soon became obvious it was Draken’s game.

“No fair! No one can beat Kenchin at arm wrestling! This is rigged!” Mikey yelled from the sidelines, not eager to be the one to follow up.

Next in the lineup, they wanted to try push ups. All ready in position, in a line so everyone was visible.

It didn’t take them long to tire themselves out— only a few seemed like they never would stop.

“Just give it up Mikey, I ain’t losin’ to you!” Baji huffed out, still fighting Mikey’s childish need to win. “You’re just sayin’ that cause you’re getting tired~ I could keep this up for hours!” Manjiro quipped back with barely a huff of exertion at all.

All that remained was Mikey, Baji, Draken and Chifuyu. Though, just as they rounded off to the fifteen minute mark, Chifuyu practically lost consciousness. And Draken honestly started getting bored.

“This is fun ‘n all, but don’t you guys have better things to do?” Out emerged another girl, with long blond hair. A wide smile bloomed over your features when you saw her.

“W-wow, you’re like, really pretty… Oh! Um, s-sorry, hi, I’m–“ you tried to introduce yourself, but Emma already knew. “Y/n, yeah, heard lots about you just from passing through.” She held out her hand to you, smiling in unison.

You shook her hand happily, “So, is it true?~ Are you and Baji shacking up?~” she whispered with a grin. Your face heated up dramatically at her question and shook your head. “No! No, n-not like that! We just go to school together!” You defended.

“Hmm~ if you say so.” She let off. “I’m Emma, by the way. Mikey’s my brother, if you couldn’t tell.”

You blinked a few times, turning the idea in your head. “Oh, that makes sense! You guys do look alike!” You nodded, and looked over at Baji and Mikey still squabbling on how to settle the score.

“Oi! Come on! We ain’t got all night!” Draken called to them, now that he finally had his fill of the excitement. “Just settle it with a good ol’ fashion fist fight and be done with it!”

Both Mikey and Baji huffed out some kind of reply, to their feet. “I’m so going to kick your ass.” Baji glared at Mikey. “Oho~ I’d like to see you try.” Mikey grinned back.

“Are they always this competitive?” You leaned closer to Emma in inquiry. “Yes, literally all the time.” She replied quickly, a unanimous nod waving over all else who heard the question.

That made you smile.

Overlooking the petty little dispute, you couldn’t help but feel warm inside. Before, you’d only ever seen Baji with a mild temper, holding his tongue and being the voice of reason in some cases. His thick rimmed glasses hid half his face, and you’d have never guessed his hair was actually as long as it was with the way he tied it back.

You began to fall for him ever since you saw the way he took such good care of the injured kitten, barely a month ago. You began noticing the cracks in the character he played up, and found it cute. The way he would stifle curse words, diverting his ever growing tempter.

Until eventually he began also showing interest in you as well. Meeting you anytime you asked for his presence, gradually asking you more about yourself, and reassuring you about things you couldn’t control.

This, too, was Baji Keisuke. Hot tempered, brash, snarky, confident, handsome… you knew you liked Baji before you knew how he really got along. He was a gentle person underneath it all. He loved animals, just as they loved him back.

Would you have feared him, if you saw this side of him before meeting him in school? Surely not, you’d been surrounded by delinquents for the last hour, and felt no discomfort whatsoever. That had to mean something, right?

“You got this, Baji-san!!” Chifuyu yelled out, snapping you out of you day dream. Everyone was cheering all around you as the fight was in full swing. Push after hard punch, they were fighting for blood. It took you off guard at first, the blood, but this was normal for them.

A swift kick to the side of the head, a block to counter, Baji looped his arm around Mikey’s foot to falter his landing. Before he could meet the ground, Mikey used his palms to push off, and send his uninterrupted foot under Baji’s chin to clock him in an undercut fashion. That definitely had to hurt.

Yet they fought on. In amazement, you starred. With everyone else cheering, the hype of battle began building inside you, until you felt ready to burst. “I believe in you, Kei!” You yelled out. In front row, he definitely heard you. It felt embarrassing having a girl root for you so explicitly, but damn did it work to fuel the fight in him.

Baji grinned wide, regaining his composure. His next punch really hurt, you could tell. Mikey’s expression was a dead give away of that. “Damn, you really pack a punch whenever your girl’s involved,” he teased. “Maybe we should bring her around more often.”

“Try it,” Baji bit back, taking the initiative. The two have sparred so much in their life, they could read each other’s moves easily. And Baji knew Mikey was losing on purpose.

Sure, losing to Baji left a bad taste in his mouth, losing in front of you tasted even more bitter. But at the end of the day, Mikey knew Baji really cared about you. He would have chances in the future to sweep you off your feet and let you reconsider who you liked best. But for now, he wouldn’t dare ruin the glow of excitement that lit up that cute face of yours.

“Winner! Baaajiii!” Draken’s voice rang with a roaring hoot. All of Toman hooted back in response, all in good fun. Mikey could afford losing petty fights in front of his subordinates every now and again. He was still The Invincible Mikey, and he’d be sure to whip anyone who actually questioned that standing.

You jumped in excitement at the declaration, clapping for your classmate. “Way to go Kei!!” You called out happily.

Baji knew he won by default, but he didn’t really care to rebuttal the outcome. Not when you looked so happy. He grinned at you and rolled his eyes. “Had it in the bag,”

“Mmhm~ good fight.” Mikey chuckled past the two of you. “Meeting adjourned!”

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“See you ‘round!” Called out another Toman member, zooming past on their bike. You waved back politely, standing back while Baji worked on getting his bike ready to go. “Y/n~!” Emma caught your attention, hugging you warmly. “Nice to meet you, make it home safe, kay?” She smiled.

You smiled back. “I’ll be sure to do that! Make it home safe!” You waved her off when she hopped onto the back of Mikey’s bike. “Don’t be a stranger~” Mikey called back with a wide grin and a wave.

Baji rolled his eyes, and roared his engine. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back home.”

You paused, worried. “Don’t you usually drive home with Matsuno?” You asked. Chifuyu grinned and patted your back. “Sounds weird having you call me that, just call me Chifuyu, alright?”

“And second, don’t sweat it! I can walk home just fine.”

You gave a weary look. “Well, if you’re sure..” you said uneasily. “Hop on,” Baji encouraged, leaning the bike to one side so you could get on easier.

A few attempts later, you only managed to get yourself situated onto the back of the bike by using Baji’s shoulder for leverage.

Holy shit, Baji only just realized. You were so close. Way too close. Chest pressed flush to his back, you shakily gripped the sides of his uniform. He could feel you breath against the back of his neck.

Your legs felt weird being so close to the hot metal of the exhaust pipe, but Baji assured you it was probably safe.

(*please wear a layer of fabric to separate your skin from touching exhaust pipes/bike motors! It can in fact burn you if you are not careful!)

“Don’t worry so much, you’re fine. You rode on Mikey’s bike just a while ago, right?” He tried reassuring you when he started for takeoff.

“Y-yeah but I was sitting in front that time!”

“You want to sit in front now?” He joked.

“Can I?”

“No, that’s dangerous as hell.”

You laughed. “Then why’d you ask?”

“It was radical.” He rolled his eyes. “Rhetorical!” You yelled back.

“Whatever.”

#FragileDearest #<33333 #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers baji #baji keisuke x reader #baji x reader #Baji Keisuke #toman #toman x reader #Mikey x reader #Mitsuya takashi #draken

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hgfictionwriter · 15 days

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TLC

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Reader finds themselves in a very overwhelming situation and Jessie is there to care for her and protect her as best she can.

Warning: Mention of sensory overload, but that's about it.

A/N: Based on this request. I went non-smut for it and went fluff and comfort instead. Full disclosure, though I'm neurodivergent, I'm not autistic - so I wrote this based off my own experiences and those of friends who are autistic. I mean no disrespect if I've misrepresented in some way.

Jessie smiled as you talked excitedly about the museum you'd both just visited. Jessie had a rare break between club and national team obligations and you were on vacation together - something you'd been planning for months.

You both stood, swaying gently back and forth with the movement of the subway train and you both looked over as the next stop was announced. Jessie swallowed subconsciously as the platform came into view and she saw the hordes of people clamoring at the edge waiting to get on. Her head snapped back to you as soon as she felt your hand come up to her arm and grip her. It only took a moment to see the apprehension on your face.

"Hold onto me," Jessie told you softly, leaning in and imploring you to meet her gaze.

A thought struck Jessie as the door dinged open and she scrambled to reach into your backpack, making sure to keep her feet planted to avoid being moved. She smiled triumphantly a moment later as she held up your headphones and began placing them over your ears.

"It's going to be really loud in here," she told you and you nodded your thanks. You watched out of the corner of your eye as people streamed in, pushing each other out of the way to secure a spot in the car. You shuffled in closer to Jessie who stood as tall as she could and pushed herself back against anyone who was trying to move in.

Even with Jessie's efforts, by the time the doors closed - needing a few attempts as people were still struggling to get inside - the train car was packed. People were shoulder to shoulder and back to back.

Bodies jostled into one another as the train started to move again and your grip tightened on Jessie's arms. She tightened the arm she had wrapped protectively around your waist, her other hand grasping the grab handle above her to hold you both steady.

Jessie watched carefully as your gaze darted back and forth, taking in all of the people around you. She saw your shoulders tense further, inching up towards your ears. She gave you a small squeeze and tilted her head to catch your eye.

"Close your eyes. Or, eyes on me," she mouthed. She smiled reassuringly at you. "I've got you."

Jessie relaxed a touch when you kept your eyes trained on her before eventually closing them and cuddling into her further. She leaned in and kissed your forehead.

She glanced up at her watch, it shouldn't have been this busy right now, but maybe there was an event of some kind that had gotten out. She sighed and looked over her shoulder at the map. Three more stops.

As the train began to slow again, Jessie turned her head back to you to find you watching her. She smiled and leaned in, speaking louder so you could hear. "Do you want to get off here? We can wait for a bit or find another way."

You shook your head. "I'll be fine." And you meant it. It wasn't good - but you were managing and Jessie was being an incredible support as she always was.

Jessie studied you for a few moments, looking for any signs that she should refute your response, but eventually nodded her acceptance.

She watched over her shoulder, waiting and hoping that people would leave and give you more space, but unfortunately even though a few people got off, it seemed like just as many got back on. Again, she planted her feet and scrupulously watched everyone navigating around you, working to box them out as best she could.

The remaining legs of the ride were painfully slow, but with Jessie's help you were managing. You tucked your head against her at one point and Jessie rest her cheek against you, now and then tilting to kiss the side of your head.

The train began to slow again and Jessie pulled back a bit, inviting you to look at her.

"Our stop," she mouthed with a gesture of her head to the doors. "Hold onto me tight."

When the train shook to a stop and the doors opened, Jessie gave you a quick once over and grabbed your hand; you gripped her tightly.

Jessie frowned as she began to make her way through, very firm in making a path for you and glancing back often to make sure no one was pushing you.

When she stepped out onto the platform she immediately stepped to the side, making sure to not let go of your hand, but now bringing up her other hand to brace your back and guide you off.

She walked you both to an empty part of the platform and turned back to face you. She gently grasped your arms. Even though you were okay with her touching you - one of the very few people who was - she was mindful that you were likely very overstimulated and didn't want to make it worse. She watched you tenderly, letting you readjust and respond when you were ready.

Although some effects were lingering, you felt worlds better already. You steadied your breath for a bit and eventually let yourself fall into Jessie's waiting arms. She held you close, her embrace warm and steady and so very comforting.

When you were ready, you stood back and took off your headphones, tucking them away.

"How are you doing?" She asked, searching your face for answers. "What can I do to help?"

"I'm doing better already. I just needed a moment. I want to get out of here, though."

"Yeah, we should get some fresh air," Jessie agreed. "Are you ready to go?" You nodded readily. "Okay, then. Let's go."

She took your hand once again and led the way through the station, making sure to give any crowds a wide berth. When you approached the escalator she stepped to the side and held out her arm ushering you to step on first. She got on behind you and served as a buffer to keep from anyone getting on too close.

You breathed a sigh of relief as the cold night air hit your lungs when you stepped outside. It felt like whatever residual weight had been on you was now lifted.

You released Jessie's hand and took a couple of steps away to further reset. You looked over to her and despite how long you'd been together, some small piece of you was still slightly caught off guard by how tenderly she gazed at you. You'd dated others before and no one quite got you like her.

When you first met, she was keen to learn how to respect your boundaries, even how to help maintain them with others, and how to help you cope when things got to be too much. She never once made you feel like a burden. You'd apologized once before and she was unwavering as she told you to never be sorry for having different needs.

You smiled at her.

"Thank you," you said. Her smile brightened.

"You don't need to thank me. You know I love you," she told you.

"I know." You really did, too. "I'm lucky."

She chuckled. "Come on. I'm lucky. I don't take for granted that you feel safe with me. I'm grateful that I can be close to you."

You smirked. "You are very special." She beamed at this. She dug the toe of her shoe into the ground momentarily, her hands in her pockets.

"Do you mind if I kiss you?"

"Please do."

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #jflem #woso #canwnt #woso community #woso x reader #woso imagine

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tojjist · 8 months

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𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 - 𝗕. 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗶

barou shoei x fem! reader

tags: vaginal sex, ooc, worship, dub-con (kinda), semi-public sex, barou w a boner, mentions of masturbation, breeding, unprotected sex, one mention of the pill, praise, encouragement, creampie

minors, ageless, and blank blogs dni

i just know barou is packin’.

he’s a big boy, in more ways than one.

it’s bothersome sometimes, really. the way his shorts would perk a little more upward than he likes when you’re running around the field in that pretty little skirt of yours, talking and laughing to the other boys.

or when you hand him the water bottle, fingers brushing against his fingers. it’s as if your perfume hasn’t already taken a toll on him, making him a little lightheaded as he tries so hard to keep his composure. there is no way it isn’t intentional, especially the way your eyes look at his so innocently, waiting for him to give you the right reaction.

barou gets especially hard when you wear nails that match with your outfit. he can’t stop himself from thinking just how far can these nails dig into his back? how easy is it to rip off the clothes?

yeah, and everyone knows. everyone noticed the way his breath catches, the way his body tenses, and the way his shorts lift a little upwards; signaling at some feelings growing inside him.

except you, you were the only one who didn’t know. you were so innocent and so sweet and so, so fucking tempting.

or maybe you knew. because there is no way you just happen to drop whatever is in your hand more than most times he walks behind you, bending over just enough to give him a painfully short view of your pretty panties.

and oh those pretty panties, clinging onto all the parts he wants uncovered, fabric dipping softly at the folds. he could almost trace them with his eyes if you jus-

then you abruptly stand up. he almost groans in protest, taking a step back to stop himself from pushing you back down. god— the adrenaline courses through his veins excitedly at just the thought

he’d tell himself to not look, but he looks anyway. he stares, as you stand up gracefully and his cock is twitching in his briefs, begging for some attention. he’d tell himself to pull it together.

but he doesn’t anyway.

it doesn’t take too long, almost too fast to process.

“B-Barou-ku-“

he tastes like mint and… lust.

he doesn’t ask. none of his senses were functioning as they should be now. everything was solely focused on you. you were now in a janitor room, the door cracked open just a little, barely enough to get a line of light through. you could be out in the hallway for all he cares. barou wasn't one to think of these trivial details, especially when you're there for him to handle.

barou is the king. and a woman like you deserves to be no where but at his side, a queen for him to worship and cherish and claim.

he pulls away, and without a second thought begins to unbutton your shirt. he was rough, and a few buttons fall to the ground. you try to call him but once again his mouth finds yours.

one of his hands was still undoing the stupid shirt, this time a little softer, while the other was curled in your hair, pulling you closer.

your shirt is off, and soon your hands find the back of his neck. closer.

you pull away, face adorned with a blush he didn't realize he needed to see so much. a glistering string or salvia connects you two, and barou's insides grumble with need. he wants more of this connection. closer.

he kneels before you, pulling the skirt you wore down delicately. he could deal with losing the shirt, but he can't rip your skirt off too.

his lips find the plush of your thighs, trailing soft kisses down the skin and worshipping every inch he could. he relished the way your legs shake just a little. he knows what you want, even if you won't say it.

"barou- b-barou- nhngh- suh-slow d-down-!"

but he can't slow down, not when you're taking him all in so good like that. god- this pussy was made for him. his hips thrust fast, the stimulation almost causing your legs to buckle underneath you. but he holds you firm; rough, calloused fingers glued to your stomach to keep you standing for him.

barou didn't talk all too much on a regular bases, and sex most definitely wasn't an exception. but the way he grunts into your ear, breath battered, speaks enough of how good your making him feel.

"quiet down," it's more of a grumble. "don't wan' everyone else hearing yer' pretty moans."

he bullied himself inside your tight cunt. despite your protests, saying it's too big and you're not on the pill, he continued his assault on your perfect insides, molding it into shape so you'll always remember just how good it felt.

"barou- ah-" you moan, fingers clutching into what must be a shelf as you feel sanity begin to slip out of your view little by little as you felt the knot forming in your stomach. barou felt so fucking good. much better than your toys. he's exceeded your imagination, fingers tracing all the places you didn't even know were right.

"feels good, hmm, pretty girl?" he whispers, teeth grazing your earlobe. "like how i stretch you out? come on me, yeah? let me feel you come undone"

his hips picked up their pace, making even more lewd noises. the sound of skin slapping against skin was a melody to both of you. it was his skin against yours, almost too good to bear. barou knew this was always meant to be. you were always the perfect girl for him.

your cunt begins to tighten around him, causing a louder groan to escape his hoarse throat. you mewled that your close, calling his name like it's the only word you know.

as if to prove his points, your release came almost in sync with his, walls clamping onto him for dear life. it was a rhythm he's so willing to get used to. a pleasure he's never known before. the way you tremble and beg beneath him as he cums, milking his cock like you needed it.

his girth almost hurt, but it hurt so fucking good. he rode out your orgasm, panting as his sticky webs paint your insides white.

panting, he helps you stand up, pulling out. the movement made him wince just a little, exposing his length to the cold air of the room.

your hands remain clung onto the shelf, standing upright as you catch your breath. barou took his jacket off the floor, putting it over your shoulders. it was almost funny. this doesn't cover anything. if it covered the skin of yours, it definitely won't cover for the obviousness of the situation. everyone will know.

and barou didn't exactly mind that all to much

#syd.nsf #syd.writes #barou shouei #barou x reader #barou smut #barou shoei x reader #barou shoei smut #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk barou #shoei barou x reader

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love-bitesx · 10 months

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hobie brown x photographer!reader

this is almost entirely self indulgent, because i’m a huge camera nerd, sorry everyone!

warnings: gets verryyy suggestive towards the end, that’s all, sorry folks :P

just thinking about hobie in love with a reader who's obsessed with cameras & photography. maybe you studied it at school/college, or freelance, or maybe just a bit of a camera nerd. bedroom shelves housing all types of cameras, cheap or expensive, film or digital, any and every type.

maybe reader isn't too confident in front of the lens, and hobie is just so goddamn photogenic, even when he doesn't mean to be. "wait, hobie, can you do that again?" whilst bringing the camera to your eye, waiting for hobie to move back into the position he'd been in on the couch, "lookin' pretty, love?" and you hum in response, "mhmm", the camera clicks.

polaroids of him in the back of your phone case, prints of you in his. he'd caught you off guard once, laying on top of him in your bed, slipping in and out of slumber as his large, calloused hand rubs circles along your spine. looking down at you through his eyelashes, a stream of light from the closed curtains fell across your face. reaching to a discarded film camera on your bedside table, he placed a kiss onto your forehead and snapped a picture. after you got it developed, he stole it from you, taping it to the front and center of his guitar, so he can see it whenever he played.

walking through the streets of london, you stopped and stared at the window of a vintage camera store with pure adoration in your eyes. "hobie! hobie, look, it's my dream camera." he stuffed his hands in his pockets and joined you, "is it, darlin'?" and you nodded, hands pressed against the glass, "well, we better get it then, huh?"

he'd constantly come home with pockets full of fresh film or new lenses that he'd nicked during the day. even if he didn't understand or share the same passion, he'd be your number one supporter, bending over backwards to help in anyway he can. swinging you to the highest buildings and nicest views to get a good shot, playing up to the camera whilst you shot him performing one evening at a local pub. he was your muse, and you his.

just the thought of him slowly nuzzling you out of your shell in front of the camera, because you couldn’t deny the photos he took of you were artistically excellent, and you had an eye for it all. you’re straddling his lap, innocently, and he’s laying with his head on your pillow. one of his hands is on your thigh, the other holding a cheap film camera to his eye.

“just pose for me, beautiful,” he’s showing his teeth as he smiles, “hobie, no—” you try and push the camera away, but he insists, “please?” and there’s a second you consider it, before refusing once again. within a second, his hand has come up to your chin, taking it between his fingers and running his thumb over your lips to shut you up. you melt to his touch instantly, and when he’s caught your eyes fluttering and smile forming, he snaps a picture. “perfect.”

he comes along to all your exhibitions. bringing his band mates, or pav, gwen, and miles, to see your photography hung up. as much as he hates money, and spending it, he always buys at least 8 copies, just to see the explosive smile on your face when you see someone’s bought your work.

his chin would sit on your shoulder, watching you work away at your laptop as you edit photos. he doesn’t understand any of it, but he loves to see you work. he kisses down your neck, shoulders, rubbing shapes into your hips and thighs as you edit away, mumbling a complaint anytime he tries distracting you, “concentrate, love, you got this,” he mutters as he begins to kiss you particularly low, in a particularly sweet spot, hands slipping below the desk, “doing so well, pretty.”

head over heels for this man

#hobie brown #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x you #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown x reader #hobie my beloved #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x you #hobie x reader #hobie headcanons #hobie #spiderpunk #spider punk #spider punk x reader #spider punk x you #across the spiderverse

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luxaofhesperides · 6 months

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For the ghostlights drabbles!! Slow dancing + aged up? Maybe it’s their wedding, maybe they’re just having a slow night, maybe it’s an all-Wayne’s-must-show-up gala event and Danny tagged along but I’m just thinkin like. Older Danny and Duke so in love with each other everything else just. Fades away

Danny’s been fidgeting all day.

He can’t help it, being so full of restless energy that he has to keep moving somehow. It’s enough to be noticeable, and though Duke gave him a curious look, he didn’t push when Danny insisted he was fine.

It’s just that he’s hyper-aware of the small box tucked away in his pocket. And judging by the excited, gleeful looks on the other Bats faces when he had lunch with them, they are also aware of his plans to propose. He just hopes Duke doesn’t have his suspicions so he can surprise his boyfriend properly.

Throughout their walk through Robinson Park, as Duke had wanted for their weekly date, Danny keeps brushing his hand against his pocket, thoughts drifting as he wonders when he should ask, how everyone would react, how difficult wedding planning would be…

“Seriously, are you okay?” Duke asks, pulling Danny to the side where a few trees hide them from view. “You’ve been distracted all day.”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Really.”

“Sweetheart, you know you can tell me anything.”

Danny looks at him, takes in the sincerity of his words, the softness in his gaze, and smiles. He can’t help but pull Duke closer by his collar, leaning down a bit to kiss him. “I know,” he whispers against Duke’s lips. “I promise everything’s fine.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“It’s a secret,” Danny says, a giddy grin spreading across his face. “But I’ll tell you soon. Very, very soon.”

Duke looks into his eyes, gauging how honest he’s being, then nods. “Alright. Take all the time you need, honey. I can wait forever for you.” He presses a kiss to the corner of Danny’s mouth, then pulls away, taking hold of Danny’s hand. “Ready to head back home?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Danny squeezes Duke’s hand and follows after him as he begins walking, wondering how he got so lucky with the sweetest, bravest, most considerate person to be his boyfriend. And more, hopefully. He really wants to keep Duke forever. He wants Duke to keep him, too.

He considers proposing right then and there, too full of nerves to survive keeping it secret for another few hours, but the park isn’t empty and he knows Duke wants something more private. So he lets Duke lead them home, their steps falling in sync as they make their way to the streets.

Gotham is as busy as ever, full of noise and people as everyone goes about their day, trying to get from this place to that. But with Duke, everything feels quiet, as if the rest of the world can’t touch them when they’re together. He rarely ever feels so comfortable in silence, but like in most matters, Duke is the exception.

Danny swings their hands between them as they walk the few blocks to their apartment, heart filled with so much love he doesn’t know what to do with himself. So much has changed over the years; Danny is barely recognizable as the fourteen year old who just had a lab accident and took on the responsibility of protecting Amity Park. He was smaller, then, and struggling to figure out a way forward when everything seemed determined to ruin him.

At some points, he didn’t think he had much a future at all. His parents had found out that he was Phantom, and rather than attacking him, they were heartbroken to know that he had died so young and they never noticed. His parents have never stopped seeing him as a dead kid since, always grieving him and too guilty to really see who he is now. He hopes inviting them to the wedding won’t be a mistake, because he does want them there so they can see how happy he is.

He can hardly believe that it’s been nearly eight years since he met Duke. They had gotten together after being friends for a year, working together to handle any ghosts who needed help or were causing trouble in Gotham, and helped each other through college and getting their first jobs.

Duke has been with him for most of his happiest memories. He had been by his side through so many milestones and and quiet moments.

If there’s a life for him without Duke, he doesn’t want to live it.

So overwhelmed by his feelings, Danny can’t help but cling to Duke, wrapping him up in a hug as soon as they step into the elevator of their apartment building. Duke doesn’t ask any questions, just holds him gently and helps walk him to their door, making sure he doesn’t trip.

Danny hears the key slide into the lock. The door opens a moment later, and then Duke is slipping out of his arms, kneeling to help Danny out of his shoes at the entryway.

It’s little things like this that make Danny feel like his heart is going to burst. Duke loves in such quiet, gentle actions.

“I’m going to go change real quick,” Duke says as he takes off his own shoes. “What do you want for dinner?”

“We have garlic soy sauce pasta in the freezer.”

“Sounds good. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He heads off to their bedroom, already stripping out of his shirt to change into more comfortable clothing, which tends to be either sweatpants or pajamas. Danny goes to the kitchen, pulling the pasta bag out of the freeze and setting it on the counter to thaw a bit.

He bites his lip, thinking, then pulls out his phone and texts Barbara.

caspar: hey babs, are there any cameras in our apartment that you can hack?

big brother: Only at the front door and windows. Why?

caspar: can you hack my phone and record a video for me? i’m going to propose to duke tonight

big brother: Danny! Yes of course I can!!

caspar: thanks babs :) pls also send it out to everyone else tomorrow so we can have a quiet night in

big brother: You got it Danny. Can’t wait to share the news!! Go ahead and get your phone in a good place and I’ll be ready to start recording.

Danny sends her a quick thumbs up emoji, then glances around to find the perfect spot that wouldn’t look too suspicious. He settles on the dining table, which looks into the kitchen. The island isn’t in the way, thankfully, so as long as Danny stays in front of the counters that are in the camera’s sight, he should be able to get a good video of the proposal to send to everyone.

Besides, he knows Duke loves collecting memories like these in every way he can. And while Danny considered asking Tim to stalk them with his camera to get good proposal photos, that would have meant proposing outside to ensure he got a good shot and Duke has never been into public proposals.

He’s just set his phone up when Duke reappears, wearing gray sweatpants and a large dark blue sweater, knit by Jason a few years ago.

He looks so soft and comfortable that Danny can’t be blamed for falling onto Duke for another hug, burying his face in his shoulder.

“Hey, there, honey,” Duke laughs. “You sure you’re feeling alright? You’ve been really clingy today. Not that I mind, or anything.”

Danny nods. “I just really love you.”

Duke kisses his temple, and Danny can feel his smile against his skin. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

“Dance with me?”

“Alright.”

They start to sway softly together, just moving side to side, then Duke brings out his phone to play a few quiet songs from one of their many playlists. He recognizes the song as coming from their ‘heart to heart’ playlist, because they very much are that cheesy couple that make playlists for each other and for every occasion. This one is for quiet nights together, full of soft love songs and ballads.

With music to guide them, they start moving more, pulling apart to properly dance. They twirl in small circles, still swaying slowly as they dance, just happy to be together.

Danny sinks into the comfort of this quiet joy, slow dancing in the kitchen with Duke for a few songs. He’s already looking forward to dancing together at their wedding.

Duke pulls up his hand to lead Danny in a spin, and Danny returns the favor.

Just as Duke begins to turn back around, Danny takes out the ring box from his pocket with his free hand and drops to one knee.

Duke completes his spin, smiling softly, then freezes when he sees Danny kneeling.

“Duke,” Danny begins, and then Duke lets out a startled laugh, grinning wildly.

“Wait!” he says, “Wait, I can’t believe this. Do not move, Danny, I swear—” And then he’s turning and rushing away. Danny watches him, confused and just a little hurt, wondering what’s going on as he watches Duke move a few knick knacks on their shelf aside. He hides something in his hands, then returns to Danny and also drops to one knee.

He opens his hands to reveal a ring box. “I was going to propose later tonight,” he says, laughter in his voice, “But you beat me to it!”

Danny grins, elated, all but tackles Duke in a hug. “Oh my God,” he laughs, “I love you so much. More than anything.”

“I love you so, so much. Give me my ring, I can’t wait to marry you.”

Smiling so hard it hurts, Danny slips the ring onto Duke’s finger. Duke does the same for him, then lifts Danny’s hand to place a kiss against his knuckles. “I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

“And I’ll love you beyond the rest of mine.”

He cups the back of Duke’s neck and kisses him sweetly. It doesn’t last long when neither of them can stop smiling, laughing together breathlessly.

“Come on,” Duke says, pulling Danny up to his feet. “I want to practice for our wedding dance.”

And Danny follows his lead, falling back into step with him, twirling slowly through the kitchen. He already can’t wait to be married to Duke.

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[send me ghostlights prompts!]

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #they are so in love here!! as they should be :)#the slow dancing doesnt take up much of this fic but hopefully the cuteness of them makes up for it #the bats and dannys friends + jazz are absolutely going to lose their minds once babs sends the video out #and then it spreads around and by the time they get to wedding planning the entire justice league and the titans and a bunch of ghosts #want to be invited and are doing all they can to be on the guest list. bribes are involved. people are going ALL OUT #there is indeed a few physical fights over who gets to be best man/woman and in the wedding party

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hobiebrownismygod · 6 months

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Hobie Brown/Spider Punk x GN!Reader

Summary: A protest turns to a riot and the riot turns into a massacre. You narrowly escape being murdered by a filthy pig, thanks to the one and only Spider-Punk, oh wait, Spider-MAN of Earth-138.

1.6k Words!

A/N: I don't see a lot of people talking about this side of Hobie's universe, so I thought I'd write something about it

TW: Mentions of blood and death, gunshots, tear gas, policy brutality

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"Shit, my bad"

You hear the words slip out of your mouth as you take a step away from who must be the third person you've accidentally bumped into in this crowd. Usually your clumsiness would draw attention from people, a couple scowls, maybe even some harsh language, but right now everyone was too focused on yelling their lungs out, pumping their fists in the air and shoving their decorated posters into the faces of the numerous pigs that were trying to hold off the crowd from entering one of Norman Osborne's many luxurious mansions.

It was another protest, this one specifically against Osborne's bright new idea to pass a law allowing corrupted corporations to decrease the pay rates even more, which would send hundreds of thousands of the already struggling blue-collar workers of London into worsened poverty. Run by punks and many others, this protest was turning from peaceful into something pretty nasty. Slurs, pebbles and even bottles were being thrown from both sides of the front line, just begging for one group to break before the other.

By break of course, you meant turn incredibly violent. Protests like these always did. They were meant to convince Osborne, maybe even force him to turn these laws, these policies, his horrific mindset, but they never did. The most that would happen was a death or two, either of a protestor or a police officer, and the next day, it would be like nothing even happened.

As you make your way through the crowd, trying to get to the front of the lines, you find yourself colliding with the chest of an abnormally tall man. You grabbed your nose, a sharp pain spreading from the tip. "Piece of-" You stop yourself as you look up at him, watching a slightly confused expression spread across his face as he towered over you. "Sorry 'bout that, peng. You a'right?"

"yeah, I'm fine" you grumbled, trying to move past him. "You trying to get the front, lass?" He asked, a slightly amused look on his face as he watched you try to push your way through the dense load of people standing in front you both. "I was" you replied, giving him another look before you successfully squeezed in between the group of people that you'd been trying to infiltrate before. "Be careful. Its not safe up there" you heard him call out to you, his tone sounding a bit patronizing yet comforting at the same time, like he cared at least a little bit about your well-being. You turned to reply, but he'd already disappeared through the crowd, his head and wicks visible over the top of the crowd due to his height.

The yelling had gotten louder and the protestors had begun throwing sticks at the cops near the front who were yelling right back, threatening to use force if necessary. They wouldn't dare on a crowd this large. There was no way.

You had made your way near the front, not caring enough to be gentle at this point and practically shoving past some of the people in order to have a better view at the front. A chant had started and you joined in, determined to make the most of your presence.

"FUCK OSBORNE."

"RIGHTS TO THE PEOPLE"

The chant repeated over and over, getting louder and louder each time as more people joined in, more and more bottles getting thrown over the makeshift fences, the cops getting frustrated, trigger-happy fingers moving closer and closer towards-

BANG BANG

Screams and shouts flooded your senses as your body automatically ducked, your hands flying to cover your head. The yelling intensified, deafening slurs and shrieks sending sharp ringing sounds through your ears as you felt the people around you begin to move, some bursting through the officers' defenses, others scrambling to find safety from the guns and, oh god, the tear gas. A gas meant to be non-lethal was being sprayed directly into the eyes and mouths of those unlucky enough to be in the general vicinity of the officers, the pigs having no mercy towards the helpless protestors stuck in the struggling crowds.

BANG BANG

The gunshots didn't stop, and you felt yourself fall back as someone shoved themselves past you, your elbows being scraped by the rough, cold pavement. You winced. That was gonna leave a nasty scar. You scrambled to your feet, but found yourself met with the head of a pistol, pointed directly between your eyes. "Scum of the earth." You heard a man mutter, his uniform decorated with multiple medals and badges. You felt your body shaking with fear as you slowly got to your feet, the man's hands trembling as his fingers moved toward the trigger. If I die, I die on my feet.

A flash of red and blue passed you, taking the psychotic pig with him, your eyes catching a small glimpse of his mask right before they were both slammed into the wall. The masked man slung his guitar off his back and smashed it against the cop's head, effectively killing him in one hit. The one and only Spider-punk had arrived.

He wildly turned to look at you, the eyes of his mask widening when he saw your bleeding state, but he didn't have time to focus on you. He swung toward the small huddle of police officers that were still terrorizing the crowd, leaving you behind to find safety. But of course, being the stubborn idiot you were, you weren't going to do that.

"Help!"

A young woman was sitting with her back against the wall, her leg all bloody and misshapen, her eyes swollen from the tear gas. She'd been shot, probably more than once from the look of it. But Spider-punk was busy, so you'd have to take care of her. "Hey, its gonna be okay" you said in a soft voice, trying to calm her down and snap her out of her crying state. She babbled, obviously in shock of what had happened, muttering incoherent sentences full of slurred praises for you as you helped her to her feet, letting her lean on your as the two of you limped away. There were cops everywhere, yelling and shooting, the tear gas flooding your eyes and your throat, making it difficult to breathe. But you had to help her. Because if you couldn't, what was the use of being here?

You helped her toward a small group of other protestors that had gathered, trying to help people out, handing her over for them to drive to safety in their cars which had only just arrived in order to get people out of there while Spider-punk did his job.

You turned around to watch as the masked man smashed his guitar against their heads, kicking, punching, throwing. It was a gruesome sight. My hero, you thought to yourself.

You were snapped out of the confinement of your thoughts when you noticed one of the cops approaching you, gun in his hand. Not this again. Thinking quickly, you grabbed a broken part of the fence, a plank of wood and rushed him with it, luckily dodging the bullet he shot at you and hitting him over the head, effectively knocking him out. "Shit" you muttered, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You dropped the plank and removed the gun from the pig's hand, holding it in yours as you continued to where Spider-punk was. Maybe you could help? After all, most of the others were either injured or busy...

You approached him, but he had already finished the job, your eyes settling on his figure using the web to tie the still breathing cops together and sticking them onto the wall. He'd annihilated their backup, but there was no certainty that there weren't more on the way. It was time to leave.

A web shot at you, the gun knocked out of your hand. You defensively raised your hands in the air, eyes widening as you watched him turn to look at you. "Not a cop" you said quickly, taking a step back. "Yea, I can tell" he replied, walking towards you. It was a fairly frightening sight, seeing a 6'3 masked man covered in blood and grime walking toward you, but something about him felt surprisingly friendly. "You a'right?"

"As good as I'll ever be" You lowered your hands slowly, still keeping your eyes on him. He put his hands on his hips, looking you up and down. "Saw you hit that cop over the head back there. Good job."

"Thanks..." his ripped shirt caught your eye. "oh" you left the soft realization escape your lips as you saw his wound. He'd been shot, pretty badly from the looks of it. "Oh this?" he asked, gesturing to his side, blood dirtying his shirt. "Don't worry about it, lovey"

"Y'should probably head home. Don't know when more of those pigs 're gonna show up" he said, his tone darkening slightly as he reached out his hand toward you. Suddenly he faltered, pulling his hand back. "Right, sorry. Can't take you home when there's other people needing my help." he sounded a bit sheepish as he kept his eyes on you, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. "S'alright" You replied, feeling a bit awkward. "I live close by."

"Yeah? Be careful out there, lass. Take care of y'self" he said with a playful salute before walking right past you. "Yeah. I'll see you around, Spider-punk" you said, looking back at him, feeling a bit confused at the interaction. "Oi, don't call me that. s'Spider-MAN not spider-punk." he said cockily, turning back to look at you.

"Right."

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buckymorelikefuckme · 1 year

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don't overdue it

bucky barnes x librarian reader

words: 850

a/n: it's not much but it's honest work *tips cowboy hat* not proofread! but big thanks to @brandycranby for taking a gander at it :') any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated ♡

part 1 ❀

When Bucky returns to the library in the hopes of surprising you and maybe asking you to lunch, he is not prepared for the events that follow.

He's heading straight for the circulation desk, assuming that's where you'll be, but sweet, tinkering laughter pulls his attention to the left and he promptly trips over his own feet. Your hands are on the table in front of you as you lean into it. The way your spine curves should be a crime. It makes your ass stick out in an extremely enticing manner, and Bucky may have physical strength, but mentally he is weak.

The tennis skirt that peeks out from under your pink cardigan is… tiny. Are you allowed to wear something that short to work? Surely not. Right? Like, there has to be rules against everything currently happening, to keep innocent people from imploding at such a visual.

He watches as you turn your head to muffle fresh giggles into your shoulder, the women sitting around the table, who he's just now noticed, joining in. You press your finger to your lips, trying to shush them, but your frame shakes with the effort of keeping quiet.

He’s gonna give himself an aneurysm if he keeps imagining what it'd be like to stand behind you in that position, hands possessively on your hips, perhaps with less clothes between you.

By the time he shakes the mental image from his brain, you're walking away, waving to the women at the table as they push their chairs in. You turn a corner and he hurries to follow. He's determined, goddamnit. The flirting over text after your first date the other night has been cute and all, but he couldn't wait another minute to see you.

When he takes the same turn as you, entering an aisle of tall bookshelves, he trips over his feet for a second time. You're on a stepladder, stretched onto your tip-toes as you try to put a book away. Bucky has a clear view of the swell of your ass and the baby blue lace covering it beneath your skirt.

“Did I fall and slam my head into the ground? Am I dreaming?”

His voice startles you, making you wobble precariously. He strides over to steady you. It's only after he has your hips in a tight grip that he realizes what he's done, and yet he can't seem to remove his hands.

“Bucky,” you murmur in surprise, looking over your shoulder at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I wanted to ask you to lunch, but now I'm having very ungentlemanly thoughts and I think I should probably leave before I do something I’ll regret.”

Even though he says it, he makes no move to leave whatsoever.

Your small hands come to rest atop his. “Why don't you help me down, big guy?”

Bucky jolts into action, slowly guiding you off the ladder until you're on even flooring and smiling up at him, eyes twinkling in amusement. He drops his hands as he feels his ears go hot.

“Thank you.”

He nods. “You're welcome.”

You hold his stare for a moment, then tilt your head, letting out a soft giggle. He's pretty sure you're laughing at him, but he honestly couldn't care less, not if it makes you happy. He will gladly make an idiot of himself every single day if it means he gets to hear that adorable giggle.

“You're so cute,” you say with a sigh.

He blinks incredulously. “I’m cute? Have you seen yourself? You're like the CEO of Cute Patoot. You look like you mastered in Charming Everyone You Meet with a minor in Wooing Even the Crankiest of People. When you sneeze, thirty fairies get their wings. Every time you laugh you heal a blind person. Your smile could literally end wars. You—”

“Oh my god, stop,” you plead, laughing so hard you gasp for breath.

“You just gave sight to like, at least five people.”

You shove his shoulder as more laughter bubbles out of you. Bucky grins, powerless to stop himself. He's so far gone and you've only been on the one date. He's fucking screwed.

You manage to calm down, wiping at your eyes. “Didn't you mention something about lunch?” you ask.

“I did,” he confirms. “But honestly, all I wanna do now is kiss you for a little while. I could live off that for probably two days.”

You roll your eyes with a huff. “Not this again,” you mumble.

“I’m so serious.”

“I know you are, which is the absurd part of this whole situation,” you reply, shaking your head with a smile.

“How about this,” he starts, tangling his fingers with yours, “I’ll still take you to lunch, but only after I get a kiss.”

You groan playfully and it makes Bucky’s stomach tingle.

“Okay, okay, fine. One kiss.”

He refrains from clicking his heels and shouting yippee! but it's a near thing. The way you're looking at him makes him think you know anyway. Oh well. You're still leaning up to press your pouty lips against his, so who's winning?

#avengers fic #marvel fic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you

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pedriscroquettes · 1 year

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she doesn’t want to fall in love. – pablo gavi

summary: after being caught torre doesn’t take it well.

warnings: mentions of blood and f!oral sex. not proofread. read at your own risk.

listened to no quiere enamorarse – remix by ozuna ft. daddy yankee

part 1 | part 2 | part 4

the three boys, pedri, alejandro, and torre all quickly exited the room as quick as they came in. you quickly pushed yourself off of gavi too embarrassed to even look him the eye. you adjusted your clothing and hair and noticed the mirror at the end of the room. you headed towards it immediately checking to see if you looked decent enough to step back into the party. you’d have to move countries if anyone else found out about what had happened, you hoped the boys wouldn’t tell anyone.

“you’re leaving?” gavi asks as he tries to put his shirt back on.

“they just walked in on us having sex and you want me to stay?” you were in disbelief.

“i think we should talk about this. about us.” he motions at you both.

“there is no us gavi. we just relieved the tension we’ve had since we met.” you lie.

relieving the tension would’ve met you’d only had sex once but now you’ve had it twice. you don’t exactly know what you are but you know you want to leave the party as fast as possible. you’d deal with the embarrassment tomorrow for now you just wanted to be in bed.

“that’s bullshit and you know it. i-” gavi pauses and looks at his feet. “i think i like you.”

you can’t help but stare at him in shock. you don’t expect the words that just came out of his mouth and you don’t know why you slap him. maybe it’s because you don’t wanna admit that you’ve grown to feel something for him.

“can we have one conversation where you don’t slap me?” he quickly tries to soothe out the pain on his cheek by rubbing it.

“you don’t like me. no wait.” you look him directly in the eye. “you’re not allowed to like me, not after you made me feel like shit all these last couple of months. having sex doesn’t change anything, i still hate you.”

you walk out the room headed for the front door. you don’t make it far before gavi catches up to you and pulls on your arm. you’re in the living room now surrounded by a bunch of players and the music is blasting in your ears. you’re about to curse him again before someone else’s fist makes contact with his face. you wince at the sound that can be heard over the music and soon all the players have directed their view to where you are.

gavi quickly looks over to see who just hit him and is confused to see his name twin standing right in front of him. pedri quickly tries to refrain gavi from hitting him back but it’s too late he’s already launched a punch to the older pablo. soon it’s turned into a whole brawl and each pablo takes turns attacking each other. you panic not knowing what to do everyone is too shocked to do anything. you must up the courage to get in between them as soon as you notice blood on the floor.

you realize they’ll severely hurt each other if they don’t get separated so you run towards them. your actions seem to wake up everybody else and you notice lewandowski and pedri heading right behind you.

“pablo stop!” you yell and immediately you mentally slap yourself because you remember that they’re both named pablo.

it’s no use both of them keep throwing punches and even slaps at each other. you try one final time and as soon as you get close to them you’re hit straight in the nose with somebody’s elbow.

“fuck.” you notice the blood coming out of your nose.

fortunately both pablo’s also notice the blood coming out of your nose and step apart. you would’ve scolded both of them there and then but you just want to stop the bleeding so you head towards the bathroom. you don’t even bother looking back to check the state of both them, too irritated to care about their wellbeing.

you grab a pile of toilet paper and quickly place it on your nose. you squeeze in an attempt to stop your bleeding. immediately you come up with the idea of drinking your sorrows away as soon as you get home. the night had been so embarrassing and you knew the wags would be talking about the fight and your injury for the next couple of days, until a new gossip topic came along.

you’re too busy trying to stop the bleeding you don’t notice a certain pablo walk into the bathroom. it’s not until you see him in reflection of the mirror that you jump and turn around to face gavi. his lip is busted and you cringe at the sight.

“are you okay?” he and worriedly.

“better than you it seems.” you answer.

the bleeding stops and you remove the toilet paper off your nose. it’s still throbbing a little and you hope it won’t look bruised when you wake up. you remember the injured player in front of you and open the cabinet and take out the petroleum jelly you’d gotten torre as a joke for his birthday. you spread some on your finger tip.

“this might sting a little. i’ve only used it on the guy you just fought with and he jerked away when he felt it.” you explained.

you quickly place it on the cuts on his cheek and above his eye. he winces a bit but overall tries to keep his composure, not wanting to seem weak in front of you. he can’t help but notice the proximity between the both of you and wishes you were the medic that treats him after games instead of the grumpy old man that yells at him for starting arguments.

“by the amount of blood i saw on the floor i would’ve thought one of you would’ve died.” you laugh.

“i almost did to be honest. your best friend has a killer right hook. i mean he’s got to release that energy somewhere.” he makes fun of pablo’s minutes.

“watch your mouth gavi, i’m already mad at you from earlier. no need to make it worse.” he instantly looks down at your comment.

“i think you should let me look at your tits again.” he responds.

“what?” you look at him in disbelief.

“well i’m assuming you’re not going to let me inside you again after today and i’m not ducking anybody else so help a guy out? i can’t play without having some sort of you know..”

“you’re unbelievable. well more like unbelievably horny and dense.” you scoff. “you told me you liked me and now you want me to send you nudes?”

he slowly approaches you, entrapping you between his body and the sink. it reminded you of the first time you had sex with him. your breath hitches and you loose all inhibition. you don’t even bother pushing him away or hitting him, you’d grown to like his confidence.

“not my fault that you’re so addicting. every time i’m inside you i just want to stay like that forever. i’ve never fucked anyone so good before. you make me want to give up my religion.” he places his lips besides your ear. “i just want to praise you.”

you can’t help but lose your mind at his words and soon his lips are on yours and you’re back to the same night he’d fucked you in the same bathroom weeks ago. his kisses are different this time, long and passionate and not quick and short like the first time. you completely forget about what had just happened and lose yourself in his kisses and praises.

“spread your legs.” he gets on his knees.

you don’t twice before opening up to him and almost instantly he shoves your panties down your legs and places them into his pocket. he doesn’t hesitate before licking up and down your folds. the pleasure causes you to moan without shame. he’s eating you out like a starved man and you place your hand in between his hair wanting to pull him closer to your core. the feeling of getting his hair pulled causes him to moan into your folds and you moan even louder.

he then starts sucking on your clit and the familiar knot in your stomach starts forming. gavi quickly glances up at you and realises he won’t be able to give you up, he’s addicted to you and the noises you make when he makes you orgasm. he’s obsessed with the way you thrust yourself into his mouth trying to reach your high faster. he also realises that you’ve taken over his life when you cum. he loves lapping up all your juices and the way you tug on his hair because the pleasure is too much.

he also loves the way your lips connect and you’re able to taste yourself on his lips. he’s also fond of the way you hold onto his biceps and dog your fingers into his back. not too mention that likes the warmth your body gives to him and that’s when he realizes that he’s fucked up big time.

pablo gavi is in love.

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thewritersaddictions · 7 months

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Day Eleven: Spencer Reid + Humiliation

The shirts that you wore to work were always work appropriate. Nothing show off to much skin, or anyting that would make anyone stare at you for too long.

Yet the idea of breaking a few rules to see how your boyfriend would react had you pushing away the work appropraite shirts, and skirts. Instead looking for something shorter, and more revealing.

A shirt that you wore to dinner with Reid that was one of your favorite. You slipped on, and grabbed a shorter black skirt. You aren't sure where the idea for teasing Specner came from it was just there.

Maybe it was the sexy dream, or the naughty thought you had of him when you were both at work. Sure you guys haven't been together for a long time, but you just wanted to see how he would react.

You slipped into work, earlier then anyone else. Putting your things away at your desk, and getting on with paper work. Reid was normally the second to be at work after you. Hotch already having made it to work. "Hey honey." Reid whispered into your ear. The rest of the team not yet knowing that you two were dating.

I nuzzled into him, as he kissed the cusp of your ear. When you turned around to catch his eye, they were huge and staring right down at your cleavage. All on the view for anyone to see. He swallowed hard, "Y/n, is that um… this is… you look good today." Reid mouth not really working.

You winked, and "Oh thank you sweetie." Then got back to work. You could feel Reid staring at you for a little bit longer. Then he was gone, and at his desk.

Your team members came in a constant flow. JJ, Emily, Garcia, Rossi, and Derek. You caught everyone attention. JJ, Emily, and Garcia surrounding you at your desk. "You got a hot date after work?" Emily asked. You rolled your eyes, "Oh I know… she's trying to make someone jealous." JJ whispered. Your cheeks went hot with embrassement. "Lookin' good Y/n." Derek said as he passed. All three looked at me.

"Derek?" All questioned, but I could feel the heat radiating off of Reid. "We've got a case, met in the conference room in ten." The girls and I continued to talk, but the sound of heavy steps and growling from being me caught my attention.

"Reid? Is everythign alright?" I asked innocently, his jaw sharp and warning eyes. "Yup, everything is just fine." "What's up with him?Emily asked as we all watched him walk towards the conference room.

From that point on the four of you walk towards the conference room. You always sat next to Reid, but today you deciced that you would rather sit across from him. Derek was next to Reid, Rossi next to Derek, Hotch next Rossi, Hotch was next to me. JJ was on the other side of me, Garcia sat next to her, and Emily was to the other side of Reid.

I stared willingfully at Reid the entire time. Shifting myself every so often so that my breasts would bluge out of the restricting fabric catching the staring eye of Reid. And as he tried desperatly to not look at me directly. I played footies with him underneath the table.

My heels slipping off my stocking covered feet, and up his slack covered legs. The further my feets inched up his thighs the harder his face got to covering up the hot blush that hit his cheeks all at once.

The further i went up his thigh, the tighter the fabric of his slacks got. The direct eye contact was hard to keep when Reid kept looking down in his lap. His hands shifted down under the table. "Are you alright Specner?" Hotch asked from next to me. I didn't stop not even has his eyes begged me to. "Yeah he is looking at flush, are you sick?" I asked. His hand landed on my ankle squeezzing tightly.

Clearing his thoart, "Yeah I'm fine just a little hot in here is all." He muttered, Garcia was almost done anyways. "Okay, just. Y/n do you mind checking him out before we get ready to leave." "No probelm Hotch." I said sweetly. Garcia was done in a matter of moments, and stocking covered feet were back in their heels.

I waited for everyone to exist the conference room. "Are you feeling alright?" I asked sweetly, walking over to his seat. "Oh, don't even start with that shit honey. You knew exactly what you were doing. Getting me all rallied up in front of everyone else with that fucking shirt, and your sweet little movement." He said in a hushed voice.

"What are you gonna do about it baby?" You hushed back to him. "You'll have to wait for that later." He said tapping your ass as he got up and existed the conference room.

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Negan x reader - just a day

HI!!! love your work!! Never done this before. Saw your request just now. I want Negan fluff with wife reader. Like they are taking a day off and just chilling together, and Negan told everyone not to disturb them unless they want to die. That's all I got, sorry it's not very creative🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️. - Anon💜

Standing outside, you basked in the warm sunlight, enjoying the way it felt, with a slight cool breeze.

Despite the growls of the walkers chained to the front of the building, it was still rather peaceful in a strange way.

You saw a few guards posted around the area, some workers going about their daily lives like they did every day.

You didn’t mind being at the sanctuary most days, but some days, like today, you were restless, you wanted to go for a walk, so that’s what you were doing.

Gun on your back, you made your way to the exit of the sanctuary only to be stopped by a couple of guards.

“Sorry ma’am, we’re under orders not to let you leave the premises without an official security detail.” One said.

“Negan?”

She nodded her head and you huffed a little.

“Well, I can’t find him, and I want to go for a walk, so am gonna go for a walk.”

“We can’t let you past.”

You groaned in annoyance.

You knew it wasn’t worth trying to sneak past them, they were just going to end up following you and that would ruin the whole point of a peaceful walk.

So, instead, you turned back around, sitting on the hood of one of the parked cars, resting your back against the windshield.

“Negan wants to see you.” Dwight said.

You didn’t bother moving from your spot.

You held out your hand for his walkie, and he handed it over to you.

You pressed your finger on the button before speaking.

“Negan?”

You let go and waited for a response.

“Well it took Dwighty boy long enough to find you. Where are you (Y/N)?”

You thought for a moment, debating on what you wanted to tell him.

“Come and find me.”

You smirked a little to yourself, handing the walkie talkie back to Dwight despite the man on the other end asking where you were.

“Are you gonna tell him?”

“You know I have to, sorry.”

“Come on, there’s no fun in that Dwight, let him ponder, maybe it’ll deflate his fat ego a little bit.”

Dwight chuckled a little, leaning against the car as he lit a cigarette.

“You know the moment you go back inside I’m going to find a new place to hide.”

“You know he doesn’t like it when you play that game.”

You took a deep breath, and shrugged a little bit.

“Yeah, but I do. It’s funny. So, see ya later pal.”

You quickly grabbed the handcuffs you hid your jacket and locked him to the handle of the car, dropping the keys a few feet in front of him.

You snickered and ran away from him, taking his Walkie Talkie with you just so you could keep tabs on where Negan would be looking for you.

It was easy enough to sneak back into the building, but you had no intentions of hiding inside, there was one spot you had to reach before you were caught.

“(Y/N) you know I’m gonna find you.”

You snickered again, pressing the button.

“Maybe you will, maybe you won’t. Do we have chips?”

“Come back and I’ll tell you.”

You found the door you were looking for and pushed it open, quietly closing it behind you.

Walking to the middle of the roof you laid down, setting the walkie and gun beside you.

You closed your eyes, basking in the sun again.

Up here was more peaceful, no people, no walkers, just you, and the sound of the door creaking open, something being dropped on the ground, being kicked into place, the door shutting but not closing fully.

Then steps walking over, along with the oh so familiar whistle.

You opened your eyes, watching as he finally came into view, setting Lucille down next to your gun, and a bowl next to your head.

Negan crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees.

“You know I know that you always come here.”

“Well obviously that’s the point.”

He chuckled, reaching down he placed a finger on your forehead.

“You know why I can’t let you go outside the sanctuary without guards either, don’t you? Because if Rick the prick and his little band of dickwads find you they’ll take you.”

“Come on Negan, you know I don’t like the guards you put with me, they’re load, and always complain.”

“It is a necessary precaution.”

You sat up, turning yourself around to look at him, and you picked up the bowl of chips he had given you.

“I want to go for a walk.”

“Then let me assign you some protection.”

You set the chips down, reaching your hands out and Negan let you take his hands.

“I want to go with you.”

“Now, sweetheart, you know I’m busy, with everything that’s going on I can’t afford to take a days break.”

You sighed a little, nodding your head because you knew he was right.

He was trying to make sure that no matter what happened he would win.

“I know…”

You stood up, picking up your gun you slung it over your back, and you grabbed your bowl of chips.

“You probably should give that back to Dwight.”

“Come on sweetheart, you’re pissed at me? Seriously?”

You didn’t say anything and Negan quickly got up, jogging over he wrapped an arm around your waist, making you stop.

Negan pulled your back against his chest, and he reached into the bowl, taking the last chip and eating it.

You didn’t say anything, and he took the bowl, throwing it like a frisbee off the roof.

“Negan come on, seriously? This is why we can’t have nice shit.”

He chuckled, humming a little bit.

“Are you really gonna be pissed off with me because I won’t let you go for a walk alone?”

You didn’t say anything, but you did bring a hand up behind you, running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

Negan buried his face into the crook of your neck, pressing a couple of small kisses to your skin.

“Come on, don’t be pissed.”

You rested your head on his.

“Sweetheart, this is for your own safety. You know this, you know why I have those rules in place, why u do what I do. It’s to keep you safe, because the prick will use you to get to me.”

“Then come with Negan, please. Come on.”

You felt him sigh.

You pat his hand, telling him to let you go, and he did, watching as you made your way back to the door.

“(Y/N)!” He called.

You were gone, making your way back down the stairs.

Negan clenched his jaw a little, walking back he grabbed the walkie and Lucille, following you back into the building.

He knew you would’ve gone back to his room, so that’s where he went after taking a detour to pass the walkie on to someone else, then we went to his room, closing the door behind him.

You were laid under the covers, with them pulled up over your head, your gun propped up against the wall.

“(Y/N).”

You didn’t reply, and he set Lucille next to your gun, making his was over to you, laying in front of you.

“Don’t ignore me.”

Negan grabbed the covers and pulled them down, away from your face, and you turned over.

“Oh come on, are you going to give me the silent treatment until I give in?”

You shrugged.

“Oh fucking hell sweetheart, do you want me to take a day off? Is that what you want?”

You stilled refused to reply.

Reaching over, Negan took his walkie and he pressed to button.

“Listen up you shitheads, I don’t give a shit what’s happening, I don’t give a fuck if you set yourself on fire, if someone punches you in the balls, I don’t give a fuck. If you bother me, if anybody bothers me for the rest of the day I’ll be using your fucking heads as batting practice. Do I make myself damn well clear?”

He waited, listening to the chorus of responses saying they understood.

He set the walkie down and turned back to you, reaching out the placed a finger on your chin and turned your head a little.

“You gonna stop being pissy now?”

You moved so you were laying on your back, and you stared up at the ceiling.

“Shit (Y/N), did I really fuck you off that much?”

The one thing Negan liked about you is that you were just about as stubborn as him, if not even worse.

You couldn’t give a shit about whatever was going on in the outside world, you lived in your own world, as long as you and the few people you cared about were safe it’s all that mattered for you.

Negan knew the extent of your wrath when you were pissed off, and he didn’t like to be on the receiving end of that.

“You want to go for that walk?”

You looked at him and this made him grin a little.

“Yeah, I knew that would get your attention. We’ll go for that walk if you stop being all mad with me.”

You pushed yourself up, and you grabbed your gun, leaving the room.

You knew Negan was going to follow you, he had just taken the day off so of course he was going to follow you.

It’s what he did when he didn’t have to do anything, he would never be all that far away from you.

You made your way outside, jogging down the steps, and you began making your way to the exit of the sanctuary.

“Do you want security?” A guard asked.

“Does it look like I want fucking security? No. I want to go out and spend some quality time with my wife.”

The quickly nodded and stepped aside, and you bit back a smirked as you walked past them.

Negan began his whistle again and you spun around to glare at him.

He raised his hands, glaring at you.

You turned around to carry on walking, taking the path into the forest, brushing your fingers through some of the green leaves.

Negan jumped over a fallen log, and he held his hand out to you, helping you over it.

He laced his fingers with yours and you copied him, moving yourself closer towards him without thinking, but it was something he noticed.

“Not that pissed off clearly.” He smirked.

You let go of his hand and smacked his chest.

Negan laughed, taking your hand back in his and he walked in front of you, making you stop.

You looked up at him, and he let go of your hand, bringing his hand up he brushed his knuckles along your cheek.

“I know sometimes I may neglect to give you the attention you deserve, I know most days I piss you off, most days you probably want to kick me in the dick.”

You half nodded, and he smiled at you.

“But shit sweetheart you are so beautiful… so fucking beautiful…”

Negan admired the way your eyes sparkled a little in the sunlight coming through the trees, the way you would stop to admire every flower you came across.

He was brutal, harsh, did things, unspeakable things, yet you were his, you were so beautifully in love with all the little things in life.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. If anything ever happened to you I swear to god I would kill every fucker who ever hurt you, every fucking bastard that got in my way to get to you. You know that right?”

You smiled softly, bringing your hand up to touch his.

“I know darling, I know you would. I just get so annoyed sometimes I guess, I just want to have some more of your time…” you mumbled.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

You looked around the trees, heading a few walkers nearby.

“We should go.”

Negan looked around, nodding his head in agreement, and you both began your way back to the sanctuary.

He did try asking you questions but you wouldn’t reply, and he couldn’t exactly stop you outside so he waited.

His hand in yours as you both made your way back to his room.

Once inside you both set your weapons aside and he took your wrist to stop you from moving away.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked quietly.

“Because it’s stupid okay? Because I know it’s stupid, and it’s.. it’s selfish.”

“It’s not stupid, or selfish. Hell (Y/N), you should have told me, you know that’s all you need to do. Just tell me. I don’t care what it is.”

He placed his forehead on yours, and you closed your eyes, placing your hand on the back of his head to pull him down, connecting his lips with yours.

Negan was more than happy to kiss you back, his hands settling on your waist.

When you pulled away you smiled sweetly at him, and he gave you his signature grin.

“Do you love me?” You asked.

“You know I do.”

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

You grinned a little bit, tucking your head under his chin, your arms wrapping around his torso.

Negan placed a hand on your lower back, the other between your shoulder blades, rubbing small circles.

Negan heard his name being called on the walkie and he grumbled, going to move away but you wouldn’t let him.

“Ignore it…”

“I warned them.”

You looked up at him.

“You can deal with it later, just ignore them.”

He sighed, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“Anything you want.”

You grinned, heading over to the Tv you turned it on and sat on the floor, and he sat behind you, letting you sit between his knees, resting your back on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around you, and you placed your hands over his.

There was a knock on the door.

“Fuck off!” You yelled.

Negan laughed as he listened to footsteps quickly leaving, and he kissed your head.

“That’s my wife.”

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sariahsue · 3 months

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Wherefore Art Thou My(stery) Lady

When a failed attempt to let Chat Noir down easy ends with Ladybug learning his name, she does what any lovesick teenager would do: teases him mercilessly. Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4

Chapter Five

Adrien shuffled into the auditorium, thankful he’d inherited his father’s height. Ladybug might be in the room with him. Maybe he could see her above from his vantage point and tell who she was from a distance, just by her raven hair. What if she was watching him look for her right now?

He ducked down, not wanting to look like an awkward giraffe.

Backpacks brushed against his arms. Students pushed against each other, eager for the break in their classes.

“Nino, I see some seats up there!” Alya pulled her boyfriend toward the front of the room, elbowing past classmates.

“Wait!” Marinette called. Adrien hadn’t realized she was right behind him.

“Sorry! Only two seats over there. Fend for yourself!” And she disappeared into the crowd, Nino and his cap slipping along behind her.

More bodies pressed in behind them, squeezing Marinette up against him until she nearly tripped over his feet.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said, trying to stand her ground and give him space.

“Let’s find a place to sit.” He would probably stand a better chance of seeing Ladybug if he wasn’t worried about needing to catch Marinette if she fell.

Would her hair be the same? What if it was different and he couldn’t recognize her? He sat in the middle of the row, only to stand up again for a better vantage point.

“You seem distracted,” Marinette said.

No one in the row behind him was Ladybug, he was sure of that. He checked them all twice.

“You looking for someone?” she asked.

People were still filing in through the doors, calling to their friends, waving and jumping and obstructing his view.

Marinette huffed and crossed her arms.

Adrien looked down at her. “What’s wrong?”

She slumped farther down in her seat, face turned away, a pencil clutched in one fist. “Nothing’s wrong. Why would something be wrong?”

“You were biting your pencil,” he said, noticing the marks. “You only do that when you’re mad.”

Marinette turned enough to peek at him from the corner of her eye. “I didn’t think you noticed stuff like that. Thanks.”

“Um. You’re welcome?” Not knowing what else to say, he went back to scanning the crowd. Marinette seemed fine, and he didn’t want to waste too much time talking to her. The lights dimmed and went out, and the conversations around them followed the same pattern, and Adrien had to admit defeat. He slumped back into his seat.

The guest speaker welcomed them and then started talking about study skills. Or maybe the brevet. Or the bac. University was mentioned too, at some point. Adrien was more focused on his phone, and all the texts that Ladybug wasn’t sending him. After an hour and over a dozen messages sent to her, he still hadn’t heard anything back. Maybe she wasn’t in the assembly. Maybe she was taking a test? Would it be possible to find a list of all the classes that had tests today?

At the front of the room, whispers started to grow louder, grabbing the attention of the speaker, who stopped pointing at her projector screen and squinted into the crowd. Adrien started scanning the room, looking to where the speaker was looking, toward the end of the front row, and then quickly around the rest of the room. A man stood in the alcove around the emergency exit. Was he a teacher? His sunglasses and the tall pole he held suggested he wasn’t. In the center of the front row, a girl stood up and screamed, pointing at the seat next to her.

Someone was getting to their feet from the seat. Or trying to. They were moving slowly, like molasses being poured. Adrien stood up to get a better view. The other students in the row were leaning away, hands coming up to cover their yells of terror, but their hands were moving too slowly.

Everyone in the room knew what this meant. They’d been through it too many times before to not know. Akuma.

“Move,” Marinette said, rising and pushing him into the knees of the students still sitting next to them. “Move!”

She squeezed past him over three sets of legs until she reached the end of the row, then headed toward the front, toward the danger. Adrien stumbled after her, knocking one kid back into his seat and stepping on someone else’s foot. He didn’t see whose.

When he reached the end of the aisle, it was too late. Marinette had disappeared into the sea of students flooding out of the room. He pushed upstream, catching elbows and deflecting yells and curses from his frightened classmates. He had to catch up with her, and maybe find Nino and Alya.

Marinette appeared in front of him. “What are you doing? Go get help!”

“But–”

She didn’t listen to his argument, instead dragging him ahead, toward the danger, until the crowd thinned. Only a few students remained, ones who were running at one-tenth speed behind everyone else, trying to get away from an akuma who already had them trapped. Marinette ducked behind the front row, crouching out of sight, crawling to the edge of the room.

Adrien followed her, peeking up only once to see what he was dealing with. The pole caught his attention more than the man spinning it. A camera sat on the top. He held it high above his head. A light flashed, brighter than the spotlight pointing to the stage, and the shutter gave a loud click. Another scream from the back of the room. Adrien didn’t need to look to see more students had been hit, their progression through time slowed.

Someone flicked the room’s main light on, and Adrien finally got a look at the man’s familiar face. One he’d seen that morning—one he should have seen ten minutes before he had. “Vincent?”

Marinette whipped around, yanking him down until his chin hit an armrest. “Stay out of sight! We’re almost there!”

Rubbing his chin, he looked past her and saw her target. The emergency exit door. If he could just get her through there, he could turn his entire focus back to the fight.

Vincent was yelling something as they reached the end of the row. It wasn’t very far to the door, but they would have no cover when they ran for it. Marinette edged her way onto the carpeted aisle. The lights on made it even more dangerous. They had no shadows to hide behind. Nowhere to duck for cover if the akuma saw them.

“Now,” Marinette whispered, dragging him by the arm and popping up from her crouch. Their feet slammed against the floor. Adrien cracked his knee on one of the seats as he rounded the corner. Marinette slammed against the door, pulling him through behind her without looking at the akuma and where he was. Adrien stumbled, losing his balance as they went through the wide-flung door and into the empty hallway.

“Go get help!” she yelled at him again as she caught the door as it closed and launched herself back through, leaving him alone.

“Wait!” He clutched at the air where she had been, panic grabbing at him. He had to help her!

But she’d given him the perfect opportunity without even knowing it. No one had gone toward the akuma to get away, and a scan of his surroundings confirmed that it was just him in the hallway. Chat Noir could help her a lot more than Adrien could.

And he didn’t have any more time to make a decision. With three words, he transformed and blasted through the door at high speed. Marinette was holding her own, weaving around the frozen students, drawing Vincent’s fire. His movements were fluid and languid, yet he always knew where to point his camera, nearly catching Marinette when she would peek around someone else’s head or stop to catch her breath. She rolled out of the way while Chat Noir ran, yelling, to draw the fire.

“Over here!” He extended his baton, using it like a pole vault to leap over two kids in his grade whose names he swore he knew, then landing in front of the akuma and smacking the fist holding the camera pole above his head.

“Marinette, run!”

Behind him, she took one ragged, gasping breath, then her shoes squeaked on the floor as she turned to run. Good. Now he could finally focus.

“What happened? I heard you were in a bad mood when you got to work this morning.”

Vincent rubbed his knuckles, grip still tight on the camera pole despite Chat Noir’s hit. “Traffic was not my fault! I should not have been fired for one tardy after years of dedicated work! The lack of understanding and human compassion in that man is astounding!”

Well, he agreed on that point.

“I think this can be worked out without all the villain craziness, don’t you? You’re well respected in the fashion world. The best! That’s why you were hired by Gabriel. I bet an even better offer–”

Vincent swung his camera around. The click and the flash of light he expected, and he dodged out of the way, but the flying tackle he didn’t expect. It forced him backward, and he landed with a thud on his side, legs splayed out, Ladybug sideways on top of him. The beam of light sailed harmlessly above them.

Ladybug grabbed his face in her hands, squishing his cheeks together. “You are so stupid.” Then she pecked his lips.

If he could have stayed there and basked in the knowledge that Ladybug had willingly put her mouth on his, he would have, but Vincent was gliding toward them, camera staff held out like a javelin. Chat Noir grabbed her and rolled them both out of the way, behind a folding table that had been knocked over. The projector lay cracked on its side, shards of glass from the lens glinting.

“What did I do?” he asked, letting her up.

She shook her head and peeked over the edge of the table. “He’s coming.”

The students around them were slowly barreling up the aisle to the back of the auditorium. Far enough out of the way that he hoped they would stay safe.

“We need to move,” he said. “If we get hit, it’s going to be very hard to defeat this one.”

“Already working on some ideas,” she replied. “I’m calling Lucky Charm!”

Chat Noir kicked the table toward the akuma, who yelled in alarm. At the same time, Ladybug reached up, throwing her yoyo and catching a pan full of oil.

“Thank you!” she yelled, as he ran forward to continue his distraction. “I have an idea!”

“Already?” he called over his shoulder. Vincent swung the camera pole at him like a clumsy swordsman. His arc was much too wide to control. All the force in his arm was spent trying to keep the thing moving in the right direction, and none to the strength of the strike itself. It was easy for Chat Noir to parry and step in close to use the other end of his staff to swipe at Vincent’s knees. The man tripped backward.

“You’re going to hate it. It’s going to mess up your pretty hair,” she yelled back. “Now! Let yourself get hit!”

“What!”

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After the akuma attack, Adrien had gone home and showered three times using every soap he owned, then had taken a bubble bath for good measure. He wasn’t sure if it was all in his head, but he still felt like he was covered in oil. Ladybug had been right. He’d hated the plan, using the oil to speed themselves up again. The confusion on Vincent’s face was fun, but not enough to counter the vulnerability of being slowed and feeling at the mercy of an enemy.

Marinette was nowhere to be found after the attack. The assembly had been at the end of the day, and she lived so close that she'd probably just run home as soon as it had started. He could have texted her to ask if she was okay, but he ultimately decided to see her in person. She’d been so brave, and had helped him get out quickly to transform, though that one was just by chance. He thought either deserved a visit from a superhero. And he wanted to hang out with someone after the unsettling day.

She was leaning against her railing as he approached, running her hands through her wet hair, and he reflexively copied the movement. Some of the students had gotten hit by the oil. He’d been so certain she hadn’t been one of them. It must have been a coincidence.

“Hey, Princess,” he called as he hopped across the street and soared above her onto her roof. She craned her neck to track his arc directly overhead.

Her smile could have lit up the whole street. It certainly made everything around her seem brighter to him. “You’re here! I can’t believe it! Come down here!”

“Of course I’m here. Got to check on all the crazy civilians who try to stop akumas. Lucky for me you were the only one today.”

He climbed down from the rooftop to her balcony. Marinette’s smile was weaker, like she was propping it up with tape. “You’re just here to check up on me? That’s it?”

“Uh, yes? Well, to say thank you for your help and warn you not to do it again, I guess.” Had she been expecting something else? He’d seen her a few times while he was suited up, and she’d never acted like his presence was unwelcome on its own. Like he wasn’t enough.

“Oh,” she said, shoulders falling and taped-on smile completely disappearing. “Then you’re welcome, I guess.”

“Cool. Good.” He still stood in the middle of her balcony. At the center of all her plants. “I’ll just go then.”

“Wait,” Marinette said before he could extend his baton for a quick escape. “I need to give you something.” And she grabbed him in a hug.

Chat Noir stood completely frozen for the first half of the hug, before finally reaching an arm up and patting her awkwardly on the elbow. “Did you need anything else?” he asked. She would probably let him fix whatever mistake he’d made if she was willing to hug him.

“Yes, but I don’t think it’ll happen today.” She let him go and stepped back, clasping her hands behind her.

“What is it?”

She sighed and shook her head. “Maybe tomorrow. You should go.” She was still shaking her head at him as he slunk back in the direction of his room.

Chapter Six

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