#she deserves her spot here for her service

[alalumin]

ROUND ONE

Angeliki Nikolouli is a reporter, researcher, TV show host and author. Her show is called Light in the Tunnel/Φώς στο Τούνελ and it's dedicated to the research (and hopefully the resolution) of criminal or missing persons cases in Greece.

The head builder's wife is a character in the myth of the bridge of Arta. According to the myth the bridge was build every day and every night it fell. To sum it up the head builder's wife had to be sacrificed for it to work but she made them work for it.

#greek sexywomen of tumblr #greek iconicwomen #polls #okay listen is the wife iconic in greek culture or not. is there anyone here who doesn't know her story? #she deserves her spot here for her service

[undreaming-fanfiction]

In honor of Easter...

Eddie Munson can't sleep. Maybe it was the almost expired can of spaghetti that he had for dinner, maybe it's the new campaign he's itching to plan, maybe it's being back in the Hawkins High with yet another fight for graduation he's bound to lose because his literature teacher was yet another victim of Danny Munson's petty crimes, and what better revenge than to repeatedly fail his son that Danny lost to social services ten years ago?

Or maybe it's the weird rustling under his window.

Now Eddie, he's a survivor. He runs, yes, but that's because there's nothing to protect. His honor? Oh please.

But if there's someone trying to break into the only real home he's ever known? That's different.

He grabs an empty beer bottle that he's been intending to throw out for a week or so and heroically - and stupidly - jumps out of his window. He expects to maybe land into a bush. Do a superhero landing or something.

What he doesn't expect is a pained wheeze and "what the fuck?!" yelled by his landing zone.

Eddie scrambles back to his feet and raises the bottle. Perhaps he should have broken it first to make it more threatening? He swings it against the trailer wall and it shatters almost completely, leaving with a small ring of glass in hand.

The figure he landed on curses again and tries to scramble back on their feet.

Eddie raises the pitiful remains of the bottle. "Uh. Stop you...you scoundrel!" he threatens, except it doesn't sound like a threat, more like a plea. "Or I'll stab you with this..." he looks at the glass ring again, "...with this."

He hopes the intruder will flee. More likely, he's going to be jumped, punched and killed. But what Eddie absolutely does not expect is the town's pretty boy, Steve Harrington, dusting his knees and glaring at Eddie with hands on hips like a pissed off soccer mom. "Jesus Christ, Munson, are you trying to wake up the whole park?" he hisses.

Eddie suddenly feels very stupid. He lets go of the broken bottle and it lands in the dirt with a quiet clink. "Harrington? Uh...dude, I mean no disrespect and all, but why are you under my window?"

Steve's look could kill. "It's Easter tomorrow, what do you think I'm doing? Hiding eggs." He points to the basket full of eggs nearby.

It makes sense. Except it doesn't. Eddie pokes the eggs and they don't explode, so at least that's good. "Why on earth would you, Steve "the Hair" Harrington, be hiding eggs in a trailer park? Don't you have like, a fancy neighborhood to do this in? With Belgian chocolate eggs and champaigne for the bored moms and stuff like that?"

Steve sighs and runs fingers through his hair. Eddie notices with a pang of guilt that it's flattened where his foot landed. That's also a good moment to realize that he's only in his boxers and a t-shirt and barefoot.

But Steve doesn't seem to notice. He just vaguely gestures around. "Those neighborhoods have committees and stuff like that. And it's normal there. Look, I don't think local kids have a lot of good stuff going on. I know one of them, and she deserves to have one day like a normal kid, no worries, no thinking if her mom can afford it. So I'm preparing an egg hunt here. Or I was, before someone half-naked dropped on top of me and shattered a bottle over a pretty good hiding spot I found."

"Shit! Sorry!" Eddie immediately starts picking up the shards, or at least tries to in the dark. At least until a large hand grabs his own.

"Christ, Munson! Stop!" Steve hisses. "Do you want to cut yourself? I will just move the egg somewhere else and pick up the glass before it starts in the morning. And for fuck's sake, stop moving! Do you want to step on a shard?"

That finally calms Eddie down. He sighs and hangs his head down. "You know, Harrington, one might think you're a good dude. If one wasn't careful."

Steve nudges his side. "One should be careful. Now come on, I will give you a boost." When Eddie stares at him, he adds: "to your window. You want to go back to sleep, no?"

Eddie clears his throat. "Actually, I was thinking I'd love to grab my sneakers and help you, I know a lot of good hiding spots. Is that cool?"

Harrington thinks for a moment, then he nods. "Yep, cool. Now, do you need a lift?"

Back in the familiar clutter of his bedroom, Eddie thinks it was a fever dream, a hallucination from a food poisoning, the final revenge of the spaghetti can.

But then he hears Harrington whisper after him: "Don't you dare come out without those sneakers, Munson! No bare feet are getting near shattered glass on my watch!"

And Eddie just snickers, leans out of the window and whispers back: "For you, big boy? I'll even wear pants!"

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie au #steddie easter #steve x eddie

[thesirencult]

Pick A Card : Your Inner Goddess

"How would you behave if you knew you were a God or Goddess? How would you treat yourself, how would you treat others? What kind of consciousness would you hold about your smallest actions if you knew their effects influenced the rest of creation? If your awakenings could bring joy to the multitudes? What kind of mindfulness would that inspire?"

- Anodea Judith, Eastern Body, Western Mind: Psychology and the Chakra System as a Path to the Self

Within each woman there lies a Goddess. Within you there lies a force to be reckoned with.

She awaits the moment you find her and she awakes.

Take the messages with a grain of salt. First and foremost trust your intuition and your inner Goddess...

Within each pile you will find what your inner goddess craves, how you can service her and what's holding her back.

Pile 1

The Hierophant, The Sun, The Empress

Your inner Goddess is craving warmth and care. A daring little lady she is. She reminds me of P!nk in the music video of U+Ur Hand.

She is sitting pretty with her book and she is not easily impressed. Maybe because she can do EVERYTHING she puts her heart and soul into. Very wise and commanding, yet feminine and seductive.

Your inner Goddess wants you to realize that you deserve abundance and happiness. You need to work on your Solar Plexus. I get that I should also talk to you about your adrenals. You have been hustling for a long time and the Goddess wants you to sit your pretty booty down and take a moment to breathe and realize that you are right on time. Go get it panther!

Pile 2

The Fool, The Star

Wow. This is a very airy energy. Your inner Goddess is here to see and experience everything. She loves being vulnerable and wants to push you out of your comfort zone.

She dares to dream about a better future and she wants to tell you that if you don't dream it and belive it you mights as well not even try.

Just do it, she says, and dives straight out the cliff. She always manages to survive and those negative voices feel jealous that the "naive" Goddess makes the best decisions right on the spot. Trust your intuition and inner Wisdom.

Pile 3

3 Of Cups, The Star, 10 Of Swords, Queen Of Wands

I don't know why, but your inner Goddess gives me "black cat energy" or Scorpio energy. She is that seductive voice that whispers "do it now, analyze it later".

She is affectionate and loves a good foot rub. Your inner Goddess has been through it. She has been accompanying you for SEVERAL lifetimes and she could have been the black cat to your Cleopatra back in ancient Egypt.

I feel like we should not play around with this one cause she might whip us up. Lol. Your inner Goddess comes out during "playtime" if you know what I mean. Look at your Lilith cause she is a lot like that placement in your chart. Alien yet homely. She can be either a storm or a beautiful river. Beware, she scratches anyone that dares hurt you. Payback's a bitch, so is Mrs. Catwoman here.

P.S. Get that sexy leather bra and that rose tattoo. Tie up your man/woman and have fun ! xoxo.

Pile 4

4 Of Cups, The Chariot

Hello brat! No worries, we can all be brats sometimes *wink,wink*.

Little lady, your inner Goddess is FED UP. She is a go getter and she is done watching you be a pessimist. She wants you to get some fuel into this fire.

Your Venus sign can be indicative of what your inner Goddess is like. She is pretty private and this can indicate issues with how you express her energy. All in all, she comes up when you think of what makes you grateful ! Feed her!

#astrology #tarot reading #tarot #pick a card #pick a pile #level up journey #pac reading #pick a photo #pick a picture #soulmate #seduction #innergoddess #sacred feminine #divine feminine #female worship #feminine energy

[jointherebellion215]

Birdie

John "Bucky" Egan x female!reader

Summary: A rare night out in London has Bucky coming to terms with his feelings for you.

Word Count: 2.9k

Tags: mechanic!reader, songbird!reader, female!reader, she/her pronouns used, drinking culture, cursing, mutual pining, moderate bouts of denial, insecurities, women supporting women because it's what we deserve, let's pretend that The Old Therebefore is an ancient Appalachian folk song in this universe, maybe she's a Mary Sue idgaf, I just wanted to write something happy so LET ME LIVE, WWII era, there's no Y/N but reader has the nickname "Birdie"

A/N: Yeah, I'm obsessed with Masters of the Air. I had to write something for my mans before the creative procrastination literally killed me. Please leave a like, comment, or even a reblog if you're so inclined :)

You can read my OC version of this story on AO3!

Songs Mentioned in This Fic:

Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy by The Andrews Sisters

G.I. Jive by Johnny Mercer

The Ole Therebefore (Accapella) by Rachel Zegler

Disclaimer: I own nothing. This story and any recognizably named characters are based solely on dramatic portrayals of the characters from the series, not the real individuals they represent. All the respect to the actual service people who fought and died in the Second World War. Also, don't copy my writing without explicit permission. That includes you, you AI sonuvabitch.

Your heels clicked on the cobblestone streets, turning into the pub you’d heard so much about. You were out celebrating a very rare weekend off. The Brass had somehow allowed you and twenty other mechanics from base two days leave, so you took advantage of the opportunity and headed straight to London.

Your two best girlfriends from base were with you. Teresa was one of the toughest nurses you’d ever come across. She could give you a wide grin, crinkles around her hazel eyes, and reset a broken bone without breaking a sweat. It helps that she was already working towards becoming a nurse back in New Mexico, the war just sped along that process. You had bonded over your love of books, giving each other recommendations almost weekly.

You’d met Irene on the boat to England. She puked on your shoes almost thirty minutes exactly after leaving the port in New York. You gave a small grin, offering her a handkerchief and a piece of ginger candy and the rest was history. Finding out that she was a fellow mechanic was the icing on the cake. Coming in at a whopping five foot two, the spritely blonde could easily be found in a crowd with her loud Appalachian accent.

It seemed almost like fate for the three of you to have found each other. Being some of the few women on base naturally made you close, but you were closer with Irene and Teresa than any of the others. That’s not to say that you weren’t friends with any of the men, because you were. Friendly. 

All three of you were dressed to the nines, in contradiction to your everyday work wear. You all got ready together in your hotel room, giggling while you applied makeup here, spritzed some perfume there. You all felt confident and were ready to have a good time. You spotted some familiar faces and made your way over towards them, your friends linked arm-in-arm with you. Lemmons was the first to greet you.

Of the fifty men on the ground crew, Sgt. Ken Lemmons was the most welcoming of them all. From the get-go, he didn’t care if you were a man or woman. He just wanted to know that you were capable. You were sure he had to go through some hazing because of his age, which probably changed his perspective on gatekeeping the job. This made earning and maintaining respect a lot easier for the women on your crew. We all came over with the same goal, it was better for all if we just helped each other out.

“Hey Birdie! Nice to see you out and about.”

Ah, the famed nickname. You tend to hum and sing under your breath when elbow-deep in a project. It helps you pass the time and clear your mind. Of course, the rest of the ground crew quickly caught on to this habit of yours, which quickly earned you the nickname “Birdie”. You, of course, never sing solo in public, so this confuses anyone who’s not around you while you’re working. But the name stuck, so here you are. Birdie.

Chairs are quickly cleared for you and your friends, which you all graciously take. You go up to buy some drinks, knowing what your friends like, and quickly return with your drinks of choice. Conversation flows, laughs are shared, and a few drinking games are played over the next hours. Teresa soon speaks up on a topic you’d been hoping to avoid.

“Do you think he’ll be here tonight?”

You shrug and look into your drink, “Dunno. Why does it matter?”

Irene, the ever supportive best friend that she is, backs up Teresa. “What do you mean ‘why’? This is your chance to finally make a move!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You quickly deny, taking another sip.

An unladylike snort leaves Irene, “My ass! You and Major Egan have been making googly eyes at each other when you think the other’s not looking for months. I’m saying it’s time for you to perk your tits up, buck on over and ride that—!” You slam your drink on the table, pressing your hand over Irene’s mouth, heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Are you insane?” You whisper harshly, looking around to make sure no one overheard you. You seem to be in the clear, which makes you calm down a bit. Irene pushes off your hand, takes a swig of her drink, and consults the person who started this whole conversation.

“Am I wrong?” You look to Teresa, who cringes slightly in agreement.

You gape at the pair of them. Normally, you were the median between the two girls who had vastly differing opinions. But this is what made them come to a consensus? Unbelievable.

“Look, I’m not saying that I don’t want to.” You start, which makes your friends nod encouragingly at you. “It’s just that… Is he really as interested as you think he is?”

They both groan and slump against each other, like they’d just run a marathon. Teresa sits up, scooching your chair in closer so that the three of you were in a private triangle, cut off from the rest of the group.

“Let’s look at the facts here, okay?” Teresa starts to tick off a finger with each point she and Irene make. But you seem to always have a rebuttal at the ready.

“He brings you coffee every morning.”

“I thought he does that for everyone.”

“He constantly fixes his hair when you’re around.”

“He takes care of his appearance!”

“He walks you to the mess hall every day for dinner.”

“We just happen to be going the same way. And we happen to have the same dinner schedule.”

“He read The Hobbit when you said how much you loved it.”

“He’s an adventurous guy, it’s an adventurous book, what’s not to like about it?”

“You two literally will walk and talk outside alone for hours.”

“A man can’t have a stimulating conversation with a woman?”

“He laughs at all your dumb jokes.”

“Hey! They’re not all dumb. Like, the one with the goose and the—”

“Point proven. Anyways! He has your picture in the inside pocket of his jacket.”

That one stops you in your tracks. You brain tries to justify this meaning but comes up blank.

“He…” You struggle with an excuse. “He…” Your best friends give victorious smirks in your direction.

“He… likes the extra padding in his jacket?” You stutter over what is possibly the most pathetic, sorry excuse you could have ever come up with.

“When are you gonna admit to yourself that he likes you? Like, actually truly likes you?” 

You gave a sad sigh, letting the insecurity you were feeling deep down come to the surface. “I just… He’s just so…” You had stomped down your feelings for so long that it was becoming hard to articulate what exactly you’re feeling.

“He just seems so unreal. Like, of everyone he could have chosen, why me? I mean, I know I’m great. But you’ve seen the other girls on base. They’re all so beautiful, smart, classy… and none of them are covered in engine oil ninety percent of the time.” You looked down at your hands, specks of grease and oil peeking out from beneath your nail beds. It seems like it would never completely wash out, no matter how hard you scrubbed. You hadn’t even painted your nails for this weekend, knowing it would be money wasted come Monday morning when you’re back on the clock.

Teresa and Irene share a look that you don’t see, then come forward and grab each of your hands. 

“The words you just used to describe those girls. All of that is you, Birdie. That and more. You being a mechanic doesn’t make you any less of a woman, and to hell with anyone else who thinks otherwise.”  You nodded in agreement, Irene’s words of encouragement slowly washing away your anxieties.

Teresa spoke up next, “You deserve someone who will rearrange the stars and the whole night sky for you. And I’m more than willing to bet that Major Egan is up for the job.” 

“Besides, none of that 'unreal' stuff. At the end of the day, John Egan is nothing more than a man. If he can’t look past his nose and his d—" You gave a squeak to cover up the vulgar word Irene was about to blurt in public. She rolled her eyes fondly and continued.

“If he can’t see what you’re worth and make the effort to treat you a hundred times better than that? That’s on him. Not you. You know what you deserve, and you deserve everything you want. Absolutely everything.”

You sniffed, happy tears coming to your eyes. You brought your best friends in for a hug, thanking them profusely. 

“Don’t sweat it,” Teresa grins into your shoulder “every girl needs to be pulled out of her well sometime.”

You pull back from the hug, grabbing your glass and tipping your head back, finishing the rest of your drink. “Even if he’s not gonna be here, let’s have a ball!” Your girlfriends cheer as the three of you go to the bar for refills.

One drink turns into two, which turns into a few more, and suddenly you’re buzzed. Your group are having a rambunctious time, Irene dancing by the local piano player. Once Irene looks over to you, she stops and whispers in the player’s ear. He nods, then starts a new tune. Irene starts up her voice, walking over to you and Teresa, encouraging you to join her. 

The alcohol has loosened you up enough that you don’t feel the nausea you usually associate with being perceived, so you join in the harmonies you and your friends have practiced in your bunks at night.

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way

He had a boogie style that no one else could play

He was the top man at his craft

But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft

Soon the whole pub was jumping and dancing along to the tune as you brought a new vibe to the pub. It was like a spark that started an entirely new night and everyone was eager to go on forever.

One song turns into an entire set, which ends with a full rendition of G.I. Jive, which had everyone singing along. It was a magical moment; made you feel like you were a part of something important.

Irene sidles up to you, giving you a hug. She says in your ear,

“I think it’s time to slow it down a bit. How about you sing that song I taught you.”

She means an old Appalachian folk song that’s been in her family for generations. You had heard her sing it one night and immediately loved the dark, but strong nature of the lyrics. It was an honor to learn it from her. 

“I don’t know, it’s your family’s song and…”

“And I can’t think of anyone better to sing it to these soldiers.” You gave each other a look, her slight eyebrow raise gave you the courage to nod in acceptance. She smiled, hugging you again, her voice yelled out to the crowd. 

“Birdie’s gonna sing solo!”

The announcement is met with raucous applause, Irene and Teresa shoving you towards a dodgy looking table. Crank offers a hand up, which you take gratefully. As you find your bearings on the tabletop, you quickly spin around and find all eyes on you. 

The crackling energy in the air seemed to simmer, the fast-beating hearts of the pubgoers recognizing a moment to acknowledge you. Nausea starts to make an appearance, but a deep breath quells the sensation within you for the time being.

You take another deep breath. Inhale, exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

You close your eyes, open your mouth, and sing.

Meanwhile…. 

Majors Gale Cleven and John Egan walk down the familiar street, one eager to catch up with his fellow countrymen’s alcohol intake, the other just happy to spend time with his friends. They were arriving later to the festivities due to being caught up in filling out reports. By far the worst part of having a higher rank was the paperwork.

“It’s pretty quiet.” Buck acknowledges. “They’re usually rowdier by this point.”

Bucky sniffs, shrugging off the concern. “Ah, it’s probably nothing.” 

As the two men approach the pub, they find that a crowd has formed. Soldiers, civilians, RAF, USAAF, old, young— people had obviously stopped to watch whatever was going on. It was dead silent, save for a voice singing. Was there a radio show on or something?

A familiar face peeks out at them from the crowd, DeMarco quickly waving them over. 

Bucky is quick to question, “Hey, what’s going on?” but is immediately shushed by nearby crowd members. Buck cringes in apology, despite not being the one to disturb the peace. His best friend, ever unshaken by the opinion of strangers, carries on.

DeMarco leans in, whispering, “Your girl’s taking us all to church.”

“My girl..?” Bucky’s nose scrunches in confusion. He makes space through the crowd and quickly makes sense of DeMarco’s words. It was you.

I’ll catch you up

When I’ve emptied my cup

When I’ve worn out my friends

When I’ve burned out both ends

Standing on a tabletop, watchful eyes sat all around you like baby ducks flocking to their mama. You were captivating everyone with each note and word that flows from your mouth. Damn, you've got a set of pipes— a voice that belongs on the radio, in concert halls, on Hollywood records. He had no idea.

His little Birdie.

“Wow.” Buck mutters in awe from behind him, and Bucky couldn’t be more in agreement.

When I’m pure like a dove

When I’ve learned how to love

He hadn’t noticed before, but her eyes were closed. Like she needed to concentrate on each and every breath she took, every single movement her body made, before letting them out in an angelic melody.

As if by divine intervention, her eyes pop open and lock on his as she belts “how to love” 

It could’ve been an eternity, for all he knows, the amount of time that they spent locked in each other’s gaze. The world pauses around them, everything frozen. Her eyes were already the kind to knock a man clean off his feet with a single gaze, but he thinks- for a brief moment- that his heart completely stops beating.

John Clarence Egan would swear every day from then on, until his dying breath, that the course of his life was altered in that very moment. He knew how it would continue from then on, and how it would end. How he wanted it to end.

Then the world starts back up and carries on.

Right here in the old therebefore

When nothing is left anymore

Her final hums are joined by a short blonde woman who stands nearby, another face he recognizes from base. 

The applause that picks up after the end of the song is near deafening. The star of the hour gives a shy smile, a quick curtsy and is given a hand to step down from the table.

Everyone soon starts mingling, the normal chatter of the bar returning. But Bucky is stuck in his spot, dumbfounded. In all the conversations you’d had together, somehow this never came up. He should’ve put two and two together, as he recalls overhearing your hums one morning as he made his daily coffee delivery to you. But you had been caught off guard, so much so that you tripped off the ladder you stood on and fell. Luckily, his quick reflexes kicked in to catch you before any serious injuries occurred. 

Remembering the sensation of his hands on your waist and thighs, face just inches from yours, sent his brain into a tailspin. That’s not even considering just how damn cute you were when, after a beat, you turned away from him and playfully mourned the cups of coffee that were splattered all over the hardstand.

“John. John?” A hand waving in front of his face knocks him out of his reverie. He blinks once, twice. Then looks to his best friend.

His voice comes out uncharacteristically weak in response, to which he then clears his throat and corrects. “Yes—yeah?” He pops the collar of his sheepskin jacket to try and hide the rampant red of his ears that signals the heat radiating from them.

Buck just shakes his head and gives him a knowing smile. “You sure know how to pick ‘em, Egan. Never thought I’d see the day.”

“See what day?” Bucky starts to consciously return to his body, leaning on the bar.

“The day when a girl finally knocks you on your ass. I knew you had a thing for her, but that?” He points to his face and motions to indicate where they had just been standing. “That’s something else. That’s something real.”

Bucky gives another shrug in response, to which Buck throws back an unconvinced frown. He turns his head to gaze over the pub patrons and is distracted by you once again. Any denial he was about to spout immediately dies in his mouth when you lock eyes with him again and give him a dazzling smile. The world starts to fade away again.

His heart pumps faster in his chest at the sight. Damnit. He sighs, telling his best friend the truth he’s been privately wrestling with for a while now, all the while keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“I know, Buck. I know.”

Bucky smiles back at you and is elated when your face lights up. You give him a wave.

“She kinda snuck up on me.”

#masters of the air #mota #john egan x reader #john egan x oc #john bucky egan #john bucky egan x reader #bucky egan x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #john egan x female reader #bucky fanfic #bucky egan fanfiction #mota spoilers #ken lemmons #gale cleven #buck and bucky #buck x bucky #john egan #bucky egan #crank cruikshank #charles cruikshank #curt biddick #buck cleven #gale buck cleven #harry crosby #bubbles payne #hbo war #hbo war fanfic #hbo war fandom #hbo war oc

[jjunieworld]

30. it’s not love ⸝ ˚⋆

↳ half written, half texts. word count: 1.5k

the hallway was crowded as you walked out of your classroom, loud conversations happening as everyone pushed each other to see what was happening. somehow you managed to get out of the building, seeing another crowd lingering in the grass. spotting your friends, you went up to them and asked them what was going on.

“that’s what we’re trying to figure out,” jake said as he stood on his tiptoes in an attempt to see over the crowd. there was a collective gasp that had you turning back towards the group of people. you saw people parting as someone walked through them.

there was a loud scream. “ugh! you and y/n? are you serious?” you heard a voice say. you turned to your friends with wide eyes and they heard you loud and clear. you all pushed through the crowd and managed to get a good look at the conflict. sakura was fuming at an unbothered looking sunghoon, beomgyu recording it all. “what is so fucking special about that bitch?”

your eyebrows raised at sakura’s comment. was she really this mad that she was losing control over people she never should’ve had control over in the first place? you rolled your eyes and noticed heads turning to the right.

following the direction, you saw soobin storming through the crowd, the angriest you have ever seen him. you felt an arm link with yours and looked over to see yunjin, a confused look on her face. the rest of your friends gathered around you too. “woah…” jake said. “i’ve never seen him that furious.”

soobin made a beeline directly towards sunghoon and sakura. when he got close enough, he spat out sunghoon’s name with so much venom it shocked you to your core. your brows furrowed, what the hell is happening? was this all because of sunghoon’s post? it must be.

in one fluid motion, soobin stepped to sunghoon and landed the meanest right hook onto his face. there was another collective gasp, you and your friends included, as sunghoon stumbled to the ground with a trail of blood pouring out his nose. “what game are you playing with y/n?” soobin asked fiercely, pushing sunghoon back to the ground when he tried to stand.

“soobin! what the hell is wrong with you?” sakura screeched as she tried to grab onto him. he just shook her off of his arm, not even bothering to spare her a glance as he stared daggers down at sunghoon. beomgyu laughed loudly and pointed the camera towards them. “beomgyu!” sakura exclaimed as she motioned to the two boys in front of her for him to do something. he just shook his head.

you and your friends looked at each other. honestly, you knew you should probably break up the fight, but you wanted to see how far it would go and for what. plus, sunghoon deserved to get punched after he called you a bitch earlier. there was a sly smile on yeonjun’s lips and kai tried to stifle his laugh. you didn’t need soobin fighting for your honor, but it felt nice to know that he was doing it anyways.

sunghoon looked up at soobin, irritation and anger written all over his features as he held a hand up to his bleeding nose. he usual smirk was full of wryness instead of its usual slyness. “what, jealous that she might like me more than she does you? that you lost your chance?” sunghoon asked.

you let out a small gasp just as soobin landed another hard punch across sunghoon’s face. without realizing, your feet were already moving through the rest of the crowd and towards soobin. you heard sunghoon’s laughter as he spotted you but soobin didn’t.

pushing soobin away harshly, you turned to give sunghoon the sharpest glare. “y/n…” soobin breathed lowly as his eyes landed on you. you turned the glare onto him and he stumbled back slightly at the intensity.

“oh look, here the bitch is!” you heard sakura drawl. you honestly forgot she was there. the anger boiled and grew inside of you. everything she had put you through came to the service and turned your vision white hot. you stormed up to her and slapped her across the face so hard your hand felt like it was on fire. “the bitch, yes,” you said to her.

sakura held her hand to her cheek, her body turned to the side and her hair in her face. her mouth was agape as she turned to look at you with wide eyes and furrowed brows. you can already see the red shape of your hand appear on her face. turning away from her, you focused your attention back to soobin.

“you’re just gonna let her hit me?!” you heard sakura screech behind you. “well, sakura, i can't say that you didn’t deserve it,” you heard sunghoon’s voice, followed by beomgyu’s laugh. “you’re still recording?” sakura yelled louder.

grabbing soobin’s wrist, you let out a, “seriously?” you dragged him through the crowd as you looked for an empty private spot. once you found one, you whipped around to face him. “what was all of that?”

despite everything, soobin looked at you lovingly. it was as if he couldn’t help it; as if it just leaked through the cracks out of him. “what was all of that with sunghoon?” he asked you instead. “him of all people? you’re with him? what about us? i thought we were working on getting back together and i see you in the elevator and i open twitter to you kissing him!” soobin motioned to the hoodie you were wearing, which was sunghoon’s, as he spilled his feelings. “wearing his clothes! what does he have over you to make you act this way? just tell me and i will fix everything. you don’t even like him!”

you ran your hands down your face. “what? that’s why you’re punching sunghoon?” you inhaled deeply and looked up at the incredulous look on his face. “because you think i’m with him? because you think he’s blackmailing me?”

soobin looked to the ground, breathing heavily as he just nodded. “what else could it be? it’s not love, i know that for certain.” you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of this whole situation. how much everything had devolved. what was supposed to be a simple one-off prank had ended up in bloody noses and red faces. how you kept managing to dig yourself into these deep holes astounded you. soobin looked at you with confusion.

“soobin… who has my heart? you or sunghoon?” you asked. he looked to the ground again, cheeks flushed. “it was supposed to be a prank! me getting you back for the bet. make you squirm a bit so you understood how i felt. we never even kissed! it was stupid, and i’m sorry for hurting you, i really am. but, you did deserve it. i never meant for it to go this far.”

soobin combed his fingers through his hair. “i don’t care. i don’t care about any of that. all i care about is you. hurt me all you want. torture me. i’d rather be burnt by your flames than not feel your warmth at all.” he took your hands in his and pulled you close. “all i want is you. all i need is you.”

your heart swelled and lept at his sentiment. so many emotions flowed through you, you didn’t know which ones to focus on. “and i know you said you needed time, i’ll give you that. just please… please don’t shut me out again,” soobin spoke. tears brimmed in your eyes but you refused to let them fall. you nodded, “i won’t.”

you smiled at him and he gave you a wide smile right back, his dimples showing. soobin cupped your face, “now, can you take his hoodie off? it’s really starting to piss me off just looking at you in it.” laughing, you pulled the hoodie off so you were in the tank top you had under it. the cool breeze blew across your bare skin and caused you to shiver. immediately, soobin took off the hoodie he was wearing and handed it to you so he was left in his plain white t-shirt.

soobin took sunghoon’s hoodie and tossed it in the trash that was next to you and you had to hold in your laugh. you liked seeing him jealous. pulling his hoodie over your head, you sighed lightly to yourself. everything was starting to feel normal again. back in place.

you looked over to the crowd that was mostly dissipated now. there were only a few stragglers, besides your friends, who remained. you felt them glance over to your direction, trying to decipher what the hell just happened. you took soobin’s hand and intertwined your fingers. “i have to go, but i promise i won’t be a stranger.”

soobin smiled warmly at you and nodded. he held on to your hand as you walked away until the distance pulled your fingers apart, making you giggle as you made your way towards your friends.

masterlist.

summary: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n… not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can’t get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they’re a hopeless romantic.

A/N: standing on big business as you should who else cheered

taglist: @jjunberry @gothgyuu @spooksh0wbabe @beargyuuzz @carengene @binluvsu @seunnimg @vixensss @kittyhyuka @beomsite @hueningm1ckey @n034sy @littlestxli @starsforbeomgyu @soobiary @bunnisoobin @heiiolifeee @cryingforgyu @dani-is-tired @damn-u-min-yoongi @soobieboobiedoobiedaboobie @icouldntcareless22 @sleepdeprivedline @jhuuni @thepoopdokyeomtouched @rikizm @curiousgworge @nakaopolo @mwahvvis @cupidsmoons @soobhns @ryunjin0 @punkhazardlaw @phtogravi @choibeomkai @soobiverse @rapmonie2047 (if your name is bold it wouldn’t let me tag you!)

— kipo <3

#📼 — ALL FOR A BET ⸝ ˚⋆ #txt x reader #txt smau #txt #txt social media au #txt imagines #txt scenarios #choi soobin smau #soobin x reader #soobin #soobin x y/n #txt soobin #choi soobin x reader #kpop social media au #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop #kpop smau #txt beomgyu #txt hueningkai #txt taehyun #txt yeonjun #le sserafim yunjin #le sserafim sakura #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #tomorrow x together social media au #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together imagines #kpop x reader

[inmyheadimobsessed]

Feels So Good Getting What I Want

pairing: shuri ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: you've returned home for the first time in months with news, and for the first time with shuri. you're admittedly nervous, and she's there for moral support, but shuri has a keen way of getting what she wants that may make relaying said news to your parents a tad bit harder.

word count: 6.3k

contains: smut (18+), slight thigh riding, oral (shuri receiving), strap!reader, sub!shuri, softdom!reader, praise!kink, multiple orgasms, needy!shuri, tribbing, aftercare (shuri receiving), coming out scene, fluff

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi @mocha-aya @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuriswifereal @shuriri4life @shuris-whore @letitias-fav @axailslink @chidinma @awarm-sundaynight

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: soooooo this completely got away from me! this was not the initial fic i was going to post, but i was dying to write sub!shuri smut so here we are. i did tear up just a tad writing this. i am unable to write smut without a fluffy ending idk, i’m not well mentally. shuri deserves to be serviced. shouts out to oomf for the translations. please enjoy <333

translations: wamkelekile kokwenu mtanam - welcome to your home my child, ndinikhumbhulile mama noTata - i missed you mom and dad, cela - please, sthandwa - my love

You smoothed your clammy hands down your sides as you stepped out of the car. Wide brown eyes scanned your childhood home, from the large front door all the way up to the balcony outside your bedroom. Your potted plants looked well taken care of, no doubt your mother’s doing.

Being home rarely came with nerves, seeing your family was not an often occurrence, and you were usually elated to be back. But this time was different, vastly. This time you did not return alone, and this time you returned with news. Your feet were rooted to the ground, refusing to stride up the front steps. You took in the house once again. So many memories wrapped up within those walls.

Growing up, your father instilled the significant role the Mining Tribe played in Wakanda's advancement, he took pride in being a leader in your community, and his pride reflected in you. His teachings were what drew you to Vibranium in the first place, what made you want to study it, and all of its capabilities. Studying science is what drew Shuri to you. She could not resist the presence of another young, gorgeous mind in her lab. Her words.

The images made you smile a bit, reminiscing on the many times your mother had to pry you from his lap in his office. Simpler times. Coming home after many months away unsettled you now though, the idea of speaking to your parents sent your stomach into a frenzy. You were not the same as when you saw them last, instead, you were an improved version of yourself, more confident.

But said confidence seemed to escape you now that you were reaching for it.

“Are you going to stand in that spot like a statue forever?” Shuri's amused tone snuck up behind you, fingers wrapped tightly around both your suitcases.

You huffed a breath. “Maybe if I remain still enough they won't see me.”

“Wamkelekile kokwenu mtanam! My baby!” The door swung open and your mother rushed down the steps.

“Too late.” You rolled your eyes at Shuri's snarky comment.

You were in your mother’s embrace before you knew it. She rocked you from side to side and you returned the hug. Your father emerged soon after, followed by your younger sister.

“Oh, how we’ve missed you, my dear.” You hugged your father, then your sister.

“Ndinikhumbhulile mama noTata. I am glad to be back.”

Shuri stood awkwardly behind you watching you greet your family. She refused to interrupt, and you were sort of relieved she hadn't spoken yet. You had a feeling it was her way of helping you prolong the inevitable.

She caught your sister's eyes then, and they widened like saucers. “Um, why is the Queen here?! You know the Queen?!”

Your parents’ attention shifted to Shuri too and she waved shyly. “Hello.”

“Your Majesty, we were not informed you would be arriving. Our apologies.” Your father tried to bow, but Shuri stopped him.

She moved in closer to you, and realization flashed within your sister's eyes. She smirked with a hum and you narrowed your eyes. Your parents, however, were none the wiser.

“Please, call me Shuri. I am only here as a friend to this one here. I hope it is okay that I stay.”

Your mother nodded. “Well of course, but I am sorry our guest room is not prepared.”

“Oh, I'm sure they would not mind sharing a room. All good friends do it, right?” Your sister pointed her loaded question at you and you huffed.

Your mother’s eyes were back on you, then Shuri. “Is this something you are comfortable with your Majesty?”

“Shuri. And yes, it's more than fine.” They nodded and began ushering everyone inside. Your family filed in ahead of you and Shuri, your feet still refusing to move. A sharp pinch to your butt caused you to yelp. Shuri concealed her laughter, feigning confusion as your family turned to see what was going on.

You waved them off with a lame excuse of stubbing your toe on a rock before shooting her Majesty a glare.

“That's sure to get those feet moving.” She hopped up the steps at lightning speed, both bags in one hand, and was through the door in seconds. You were still getting used to that, her newfound agility. Inhaling a deep breath, you finally moved toward the house and stepped into the foyer. You did miss home, a lot.

You missed the smell of your mother’s cooking, her baking, the strong cinnamon scent that clung to all the furniture. You missed it all terribly, and you were delighted to finally be back.

•••

After getting settled in your old room, you made your way downstairs for the tea your mother prepared, where you found Shuri already engaging with your family as though she'd known them most of her life.

You loved that about her. You loved everything that she was, but her ability to make a home in everyone's hearts with zero effort would always be one of your favorite things. Her laugh echoed through the kitchen as she chatted with your father. Your mother served her cookies and she accepted them graciously, biting into one with an exaggerated moan.

She beamed, despite the recent dark clouds looming over her life, Shuri was the sun — forever shining, forever heating your heart in the way only she could. She emerged from the storm not drenched in rain, but sun-kissed and resilient as ever.

You were staring, and you knew it, but you didn't care. Her smile still gave you butterflies. They fluttered inside you, the warm hibiscus tea only making them more excited as it slithered down to your depths.

“If your goal is to out yourself before you are ready, staring at the Queen like that is a sure way to do it.”

Your sister's voice startled you, and you rolled your eyes at her smug smile. “That is not my goal.”

“Well, I was fooled.” She made herself a cup of tea and stood near you behind the counter. “You could not help yourself, could you? You couldn't have fallen for someone regular, it had to be the Queen of our country. How did you manage to pull off the trick of the century, eh?”

Still as nosy as ever, still as rude. You scoffed and she laughed lightly. “You should mind your business.”

“Have you come here to tell them? Is that why you've come home after nine months?”

You sighed. She would not leave you alone, not until she got her answers, so you decided to bite. “I will tell them when I am ready.”

“Or they will figure it out before you get the chance to, with the way you can't seem to keep your eyes off her. Oh big sister, are you in love, truly?” Her eyes twinkled and you knew her interest was genuine.

A silly question really. Was it possible to exist inside of Shuri's world and not love her? “I am.”

Your sister squealed and pulled you in tight, drawing the attention of your parents and Shuri. The moment her eyes were on you, everyone else in the room ceased to exist. It was only the two of you.

“Bast, the two of you lack self-control. But I find it endearing I suppose.” She skipped off to her room after waving shyly at Shuri, having lost all interest in your conversation.

Your father ushered you over to the living room. “Come come, my baby. The Queen tells us you are now head of the design group at her lab, this is true?”

“Unofficially.”

Shuri shook her head, patting her lap for you to sit, and you almost took the bait, until you remembered where you were. You sat next to her on the couch instead and she blushed before speaking. “Officially. I am unable to frequent the lab as I used to now that I am Queen, so most of my responsibilities will fall to you. I will make the official announcement when we return.”

You wanted to kiss her, but you settled on a simple thank you.

“You know this interest in Vibranium started as a child. Always begging to go to the Great Mound with me every day.”

Your mother nodded in agreement. “This is true. These two were inseparable, thick as thieves. I see all of those late-night teachings have paid off.”

Shuri's grin was wide, prideful as she listened to your mother and father gush about your nerdy ways. You could tell she liked them, and they loved her, and it made you happy.

•••

Shuri shifted restlessly next to you. You were attempting to read a book before bed, but her twists and turns were a serious distraction. She'd been like this for the three nights you two spent at your parent’s house so far, and you knew why, you just chose to promptly ignore it.

Your days were usually fine, your sister and Shuri drew quickly to each other, having bonded over their love of teasing you and that younger sister complex they so clearly had. Nights were different. Shuri grew needy, whiny, and you had to suppress your natural instincts to tend to her.

She huffed a whine, pushing her right hand through her curls. “I cannot take this any longer.”

“Are you hot my darling? I can open a window if that would make you feel better.” Eyes never peeled from your book as you spoke. The irritated groan she gave you made you chuckle, and you turned the page.

“Why haven't you touched me? It's been days, I have never gone this long without your touch. Please, I need it now.”

You placed a warm palm on her shoulder and squeezed. “Touch.”

“That is not what I meant.” Shuri pouted and you grinned to yourself.

You licked your lips, turning another page. “What of those years before you knew me, or my touch? What would you do on those restless nights?”

“If you're suggesting I pleasure myself, I assure you, I will do it. I need friction, and if you're unwilling to provide–”

You looked up from your book finally after hearing her threat, eyes hot and scolding. “Oh? Is that what you are prepared to do, sthandwa? By all means...”

“Only if you keep neglecting me. I just crave your hands all over me. I need you.” Her voice was a whisper, alerting you she wasn't quite bold enough to challenge you in that regard.

“My sweet, you know why it has to be this way. I have yet to speak to my parents, haven't told them about us.”

“Your parents are not infants, I’m sure they have already figured it out. Do you often bring Wakandan royalty home with you on your visits? Do you usually sleep in the same bed with them?”

You sighed, acknowledging she was probably right. You’d noticed the way your mother eyed you in the kitchen when you insisted on making Shuri's breakfast for her. She liked it a certain way, and only you knew how to prepare it. You peeped how she nudged your father as you placed the plate before her, squeezing her fingers and fighting the urge to kiss them, and the tattoos decorating them.

“They believe we are just friends. Nothing else as of right now, and I don't want to risk them finding out we are more when they hear your screams of my name. I have an image to maintain in their minds, you know?”

Shuri sat up near the headboard and turned to face you, gasping dramatically. “I will not apologize for enjoying myself when we are intimate. If I’m loud, it is only because you're doing a fantastic job and I want you to know that. You want to remain innocent in their minds, but we both know you are nothing of the sort.”

“And that is precisely why me touching you right now is a terrible idea.”

“I can be good, I promise. I just need to feel you.” Shuri pried the book from your hands, plopping it on the nightstand before straddling your lap. You were adamant about denying her, but your treacherous body gave in the moment her lips found your neck, melting under the feeling.

She rocked her hips against your thigh and you could already feel how damp her crotch was through her briefs.

“Shuri…” You breathed out when her teeth grazed your nipples through your thin sleep shirt.

“I need you, my love. Please.” Her rhythm of humping your leg was picking up and so were her small cries. The idea of her getting off just by rubbing against you had you soaked. Your hands were still at your sides, and it was growing harder to resist placing them on her hips to guide her.

Shuri threw her head back with a moan and you watched her work in complete adoration. “I'm so wet for you my love, want you to taste me.”

“You can't say things like that, Shuri. My restraint can only last so long.” You moaned lowly with her, your arousal intensifying at the sight of her actions.

“Stop resisting me. Please me.”

You let out a long groan. “My parents are in the other room. I can't–”

“Please? I need you, only you.” Words she knew would drive you up a wall. You pulled her in by her throat, crashing your lips to hers. Shuri giggled into the kiss, knowing she would win, she always did. Wet mouths devoured each other, peppering hot pecks along necks and jawlines.

Your hands gripped her hips, helping her rhythm, steadying her, your lips still on hers.

“Lay back for me my dear.” Shuri followed your instructions in excitement. She always took pride in getting you to do bad things. You hovered above her, connecting your lips sloppily whilst sliding her boxers down.

The second your fingers pressed onto her clit, she screeched. She was wetter than you'd ever felt and you couldn't fight your desire to taste her. “You said you would be good.”

You spoke your words before dipping your two Shuri-coated fingers into your mouth. She watched, eyes wide, nibbling on her bottom lip, as you tasted her.

“I'm sorry. I'm only excited, I will be better.” Shuri pulled her shirt off and spread her legs, inviting you all the way in, and who were you to deny yourself? Overindulging in her was an acquired skill. Your lips met her neck, biting a little, and she whimpered.

“Do that again.” A shameless request, and you obliged, pulling her skin between your teeth. She hissed at the pain, and you smiled into the action. Your tongue licked the indent you made before placing a gentle kiss there.

Moving further down her figure, you pulled her right nipple into your mouth and tweaked the left, then switched, giving them both equal attention. She gasped, too loud for your liking and you glared at her.

“Shuri.” Her name on your lips was scolding enough, and she apologized once again. You returned your mouth to her nipples and she allowed herself soft, short breaths. She was a mess, and you’d barely begun.

You pecked your way down her stomach, nibbling on her abs and she purred. Soft sucks on her waist were sure to leave bruises. Finally, you reached the place where you knew she needed you most. A glorious sight, Shuri's pussy was the prettiest thing, and was high up on your list of favorite things about her.

“Is all of this for me?” You glanced at her glistening folds, running your middle finger through her pool, then back to her eyes and she nodded. You pressed a kiss to her drenched clit before beginning a light suck, wanting to test her promise. All she gave you was a quiet whine and you smiled. Your mouth worked her soft bud and you brought your fingers into the mix, slipping them inside her without effort.

Moaning at the way her heat responded to your touch was an immediate reaction as you ate her out. Her wetness was a taste you could never grow tired of.

The acts of slurping her clit and finger fucking her hole had her thrashing about. “Yes! Yes! Oh, right there!”

It was too much for her, you knew that, but you also needed her to behave. You pulled your fingers from inside her and licked her clit one last time before climbing back up her body. “My love, I do not enjoy being disobeyed.”

“Feels too good.” Her lids were stamped shut as she pulled her nipples.

You rolled your eyes in defeat and stood, sliding your lacy panties down to your ankles before stepping out of them. They were balled inside your fist before you returned to the bed. “Open.”

She did as you asked and you shoved the fabric into her pretty little mouth. “I would advise you to breathe through your nose darling.”

Your hungry lips were back on her cunt again, devouring every inch of her saturated folds. Your tongue darted in and out of her hole and she clenched around it, back spiking off the bed. Shuri’s swollen clit twitched under your pruned thumb and the sloshing only increased. Not once did her moans elevate above a desperate hum.

You were enjoying yourself, reveling in the taste of her juices splashed all over your face. You lapped every drop up and she wiggled, grinding harder into your mouth and tongue.

Three fingers pumped her and Shuri shot up instantly. She peered down at you between her thighs through hooded eyes as you fucked and sucked her, nodding her head in approval. She looked so sexy with your panties sticking out her mouth, chest heaving, and covered in sweat. It was nearly enough to send you all the way over untouched.

“Am I the only person to ever make you feel this good, my Queen?”

Her fingers locked in your tight coils, guiding your head up and down her wet cunt. “Mhmm.”

Nimble digits stretched her leaking entrance, slow at first, then your pace accelerated. Your eyes trained on her barely open ones, and you knew.

You spanked her pussy lips with your free hand, daring her to make a sound. Pride filled you when she continued her hums, eyes rolling all the way back in her head. “Come for me, do it for me, baby. In my mouth.”

She grunted in the back of her throat, grabbing your head and grinding her sensitive nub firm against your tongue. Shuri's head flew backward, her breathing picking up, and she trapped your head in between her shaking thighs. Her hold was tighter than ever, and you could barely breathe.

The strength of the Black Panther was a force to be reckoned with, still, you would be happy to be rendered unconscious by her power. You were growing to love it, got off on it even.

Shuri came with a long gurgle, and her squeeze loosened. You gasped for air, fingers still deep inside her, soaking up her intense clench. "I'm so proud of my perfect girl."

She fell back into the pillows and you went up to join her, lips dripping with her cum. You took one last look at her stuffed cheeks and smiled before removing your undergarments.

“Are you satisfied now my dear? Have I touched you enough?”

She shook her head, barely maintaining her grin as her orgasm swam within her system and coursed through her veins. “More. Need more.”

“More? More of what, my sweet?” You were not at all surprised by her response. Once you gave Shuri a taste of anything, she would always want more, her amplified stamina only made the hunger ten times worse.

Your back was against the headboard, and she sat up to face you. Shuri reached to tug your top off and you let her, eyes lighting up at the sight of your round breasts and hard nipples. She massaged them with both hands, a smirk dangling from her mouth.

You let out a deep sigh when her thumb flicked your sensitive nipples. She knew the slightest contact was enough to have your head swimming. “This is not about me. Tell me what you would like more of, Shuri.”

“More of you on me.”

You licked your lips, needing to taste her cum once more. You knew what she was asking for, and you were fully prepared to protest, then she put your boob in her mouth, tongue swirling ferociously, and all thoughts of saying no evaporated from your mind.

“Okay.”

She clapped her hands, already getting into position. Shuri was on her back again, pulling her ankles all the way back near her ears, and wiggling her toes. Fuck. She was showing off, and you loved every second of it. Her flexibility was such a turn on and it increased the thumping at your core. Cum still dripped from inside her, running all between her lips and folds, and you longed for another taste.

It was like Shuri read your mind as you watched her dip a digit inside herself, bringing it to her mouth to suck.

A grin plastered on your face when she moaned at her own flavor. “You're beyond filthy, you know that?”

“And you love it.” She giggled, grabbing her leg again.

You mounted her, thighs on either side of the backs of hers. Your clit was on her clit instantly and you both moaned aloud. Reprimanding her was out of the question this time, seeing as you broke the rule also.

“Ready?” Shuri nodded and you moved, sliding your cunt up and down her own. Your eyes were trained on her and how she parted her lips. She let her moans and cries pile in her throat, not wanting to disappoint you. Your clits knocked together angrily with your sinister pace and you were fighting screams of your own.

Your slick mingled with Shuri’s cum from her first orgasm, creating a low, continuous squelch as you rode her. She was losing hold of her shins as her pleasure built up, up, up, and you gripped her feet.

“Mmm, sthandwa, you feel so good against me, getting me wet. You’re being so good and quiet.”

She moved her head up and down needing more praise.

“Doing amazing for me,” You rolled your hips into hers intensely, the pressure of being clit to clit already tugging on your orgasm. “What a good girl, allowing me to make you feel so good. You're perfect.”

“Yes, I’m your good girl.” Shuri bucked up into you, amplifying the sensation you were both feeling, chasing the release you both craved.

Praising her subsided the obscenities threatening to escape you. You felt a little guilty now, forcing her to remain quiet through all of this. She was correct, it did feel too good.

“I'm going to come for you again. Only you can make me come.” She whispered her words and they floated up to your ears sweetly. The bed creaked slightly, but not loud enough to cause concern, so you kept going, gliding your bud against her sore one.

Your pussy leaked onto hers, sloshing and sloshing. Shuri pinched your nipples as you pressed her legs back further, needing a better angle. That pang of pleasure had you reeling.

“F-Faster!” She whisper-shouted and you considered it. Picking up the pace would mean more noise, but you weren't thinking straight, not with Shuri's sopping cunt rubbing against yours. It was a gamble you’d have to be okay with. You did as she suggested, increasing your speed of grinding into her.

You were both close, and you knew there was no way either of you could ride your orgasms out without a sound. You leaned in, muttering to her before kissing her roughly, still maintaining your speedy pace.

“Come with me my darling.” It pushed her over, you too, and you were both coming hard, bliss rocketing through you as you swallowed each other's mewls.

Slippery strings of cum and slick tied your pussies together, and the wonderful squishing was not a thing you wanted to end, but it had to. Dipping your digits into your mess, you let the mixture of your juices dance on your tastebuds, eyes flicking shut. You rolled beside Shuri, body spasming uncontrollably from the immense rush of ecstasy. Heavy breathing filled your ears as Shuri nuzzled into your perspiring frame, shaking just as you were.

“I love you so much.” You kissed her head, and something told you she still wanted more. You were fresh out of reasons to deny her now, having felt the same rush you're sure was driving her. “How else can I make my baby happy?”

“Inside.” She kissed you and it took no time for you to return it.

You glared at her, dumbfounded. “Surely you didn't pack it with your things, Shuri?”

Her grin was conformation enough and you rolled over dramatically. “You are very, very bad. In my parent's home? The home they raised me in? Sthandwa, I don't know about this.”

“I know I can be good, I know it! Please? I won't take long, I promise!”

You agreed, and she shot out of the bed. Amazing, the way she moved like she hadn't just experienced two shattering orgasms. Your single one was still filtering through you and you could barely keep your eyes open, but Shuri was anxious to grab her strap-on from her bag whilst still floating on hers.

When she returned, she acknowledged your exhaustion, so she put it on for you. It didn't take long before the device was on you, and adjusted to your body. Shuri was already sprawled out beside you and you hovered over her.

You slapped the dildo against her slippery pussy, causing her wetness to splash on the insides of her thighs.

The tip teased her tired hole and a tiny whimper darted from her parted lips. You loved that melody. “You have to be quiet my Queen. Don't want to get in trouble with my parents.”

Shuri nodded eagerly, wiggling her hips in attempts to get the toy deeper inside her on her own. This displeased you and you frowned. You leaned forward, tugging her nipples harshly and she winced.

“I need you to speak when you are spoken to, understand?”

Shuri stopped her wordless response, giving you one that satisfied. “Yes my love, I will be quiet.”

“And I am not fond of your impatience either. Trust that I will fuck you when I am ready.”

“I'm sorry, I will be good for you.” The softness of her voice made your clit jump. Seeing Shuri this way, desperate and hungry for you, was something you enjoyed entirely too much. You loved hearing her whine, loved seeing her shudder as she succumbed to frustration.

You slid the thick toy through her damp folds slowly, dragging it out for as long as you could. Shuri was gnawing on her bottom lip below you, biting back strings of moans. “Tell me where you want it, my dear.”

She stuttered, sucking in some air to help her speak. “I-Inside. I want you inside of me, deep.”

Her words were all you needed. You scooted up the mattress, back pressed to the headboard, deciding last minute you wanted her in a different position. Shuri caught on to the change in plans immediately, and she was on your lap soon after.

She sank onto the large strap, stretching herself wide with a gasp. She met your eyes, and you reminded her of her promise of silence. You rocked in and out of Shuri’s tight pussy, loosening her up with each hard thrust. Her arms slung around your neck to keep herself upright and you gripped her waist as you fucked up into her.

“How does that feel, my dear?” You did not think it possible that she could get any wetter, but she was full of surprises. Her juices lubricated your drilling, making your job easier.

All she managed were dumb little babbles. Shuri's nails clawed into your back, pulling you closer than humanly possible, and your nipples grazed. Holding the power to make her feel everything as you fucked her amplified your own lusty desires.

“What did I say?”

“Yes. You make me feel so good, only you.” You smiled then, intensifying your pounding and rocking the bed.

You slammed into her again and again, watching her tits jump, and she humped you back just as fiercely. Her resilience was a wonder. “So greedy, taking me so well.”

You hit her bundle of nerves deep within and she bit down on your shoulder with everything she had. Pain whipped through your body, dancing with your pleasure and the vibrations you felt from her riding you, and you whimpered.

If the tears rolling down Shuri’s face were any indication, it was apparent she was approaching her climax, and stifling her moans was becoming a task of the past.

You kissed her tear-stained cheeks gently as you bucked into her pussy. “It's okay baby, let it out. You're so stunning when you cry for me.”

You no longer cared about keeping her quiet, you only wanted to make the love of your life feel amazing.

Her moans picked up the higher she got, and you reassured her with loud, breathy mewls of your own.

“S-So pretty, and all mine.” You hummed, massaging circles into her clit as you fucked her with intention.

“I'm yours! Only yours!”

Shuri squirted all over the dildo, your crotch, spraying the sheets as she came. Her scream was boisterous, booming, sure to startle birds from their nests. It was long and loud, and it made you come seconds after her, your forehead collapsing to her bouncing chest. You kissed the space between her breasts before gently pulling out and laying her down on her side of the bed.

You leapt up and headed to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to tidy her up. Shuri was half asleep then, all curled in on herself. “I need to clean you up my darling.”

She hummed when you began: dabbing the insides of her thighs, wiping the remnants of cum from her stomach and her most delicate, flinching a little at the heat before she relaxed into it.

You carried her naked body to the bath that you were running, placing her inside ever so carefully. Suds covered her as you washed her back, her shoulders, and legs, massaging her muscles in the process.

When you finished, you wrapped her in a fluffy green towel and dressed her at your window seat. Fresh boxers and a large t-shirt of her choosing. She laughed when you lathered cocoa butter on her legs and feet, informing you that it tickled.

After you cleaned yourself up and changed the sheets you tucked her in bed, kissing her cheek before climbing in next to her. You wrapped yourself around her and she spooned you tight, tracing her teeth marks on your shoulder. Face pressed to her chest, listening to her breathing even out, you let your eyes flutter shut, and sleep overtook you.

•••

Dread, and Shuri’s limbs tangled all around you glued you to your bed as you thought of facing your family.

Now that you were coherent, everything wrong with what you and Shuri did the night before flashed through your mind. You did not regret the sex, obviously, but there was regret about doing something like that with your parents and sister doors away.

You were honestly terrified about ever leaving the room. You and Shuri would just have to slip out the window, without a goodbye, forever because you could never look them in the eyes again.

She stirred awake beside you with a smile and kissed your cheek. “Good morning, my everything.”

“No. No good morning. Bad morning, very, very bad morning.”

Shuri laughed, sitting up so she could fully view you and your terror. “Let me guess. Right now your brain is actively concocting some sort of escape plan, in which we flee this room, maybe even the country, so you may never have to face your family again. Am I correct?”

“Your suit! Activate your Black Panther suit and shimmy us out the window, I'm begging!”

Her amusement was truly daunting. Did she not realize your parents would now hate her? “I'm hungry.”

She peered at you through puppy dog eyes and you had no choice but to give in. “Fine. We shall face the music together, as a couple, a unit.”

“The music is what your parents heard coming from within these walls last night.”

You smacked her chest. “Shuri!”

“They heard you scream that too.” You pulled a pillow over your face and groaned.

After your many protests, she finally managed to get you out of the room and down to the kitchen. The silence was heavy, and eerie, as though no one was home, which you knew was not possible.

“We don't know that they heard us, relax, my love.” Her words were not reassuring.

When the two of you rounded the corner, three sets of disturbed eyes found you. “Never mind.”

“Good morning.” There was no response. You decided to ignore it, starting on your and Shuri’s breakfast instead. You brought the food over to where she sat at the kitchen table and she smiled before digging in.

Everyone ate in silence, the sounds of silverware clanging against bowls and plates filling the air. You decided there was no time like the present.

“I am aware that there is a ginormous elephant in the room with us right now, I would like to address it.”

Your sister was the first one to speak. “The two of you disgust me far more than you could ever know, and yet my respect for you has somehow grown.”

Shuri’s laughter was shrill and you shot her a murderous glance. She apologized and went back to her food, but you took note of her sly grin.

“Cela, we do not have to talk about it. I just want to enjoy my breakfast.” The look of disappointment on your mother's face was one you expected, and your father had yet to meet your eyes.

Your gaze was back on Shuri as you squeezed her hand under the table. She shrugged, but you could tell her nerves were buzzing in anticipation of what you would say next.

“There is something you should know about us, about me.”

Your mother sucked her teeth. “I just said I do not want to talk about it.”

“It is not that. I-I am,” Shuri's grip on your hand under the table grew firmer, more encouraging. “I like women. And I am with Shuri.”

“I think we were subjected to finding that out against our will. The entire city has to know also.” Your mother pinched your sister and she shreiked.

You sighed. “The Queen and I are engaged to be married.”

Your father's eyes bolted up as he heard your words, but still, he said nothing.

Shuri cleared her throat beside you, deciding to give you a beat to breathe, aware of how difficult this was for you.

“I am in love with your daughter, and I wish to spend my life with her, have her rule by my side. She is brilliant and beautiful, and perfect. She takes care of me in ways I could never achieve on my own, and there isn't anything I would not do for her. She stood by my side through it all, fought with me, did everything for me. I would like to return all of her efforts by marrying her and loving her until my last days.”

You heard a low gasp come from your sister and she moved swiftly to wipe her tears. “That was beautiful…if you like that sort of thing.”

Your own tears went unnoticed by you, it was Shuri who swatted them away. Your chest was heavy, and you wheezed.

“Say something, please.” Your puffy eyes were on your parents who only looked back and forth between each other.

“We love you. We want only for you to be happy.” Your breath stuttered when your father finally spoke.

You sniffed. “Shuri makes me happy.” You smiled softly at her and she returned it.

“Then this engagement has our blessing. My Queen, take good care of our baby.”

Shuri nodded, bringing your fingers to her lips. “If we are to be family, you must start calling me Shuri.”

“I would just like to let it be known, I knew there was more than just a friendship between you two the moment you arrived. Truly, you did nothing to hide it.”

Your parents agreed with your sister's sentiment, admitting they too suspected something and you gasped. “I told you they knew.”

“Well, we have a wedding to prepare for!” Your mother clapped and everyone cheered.

“My Qu–, Shuri, I do have one request before we begin our planning.”

Shuri straightened. “Anything.”

“You will sleep in the guest room for the duration of your stay. I cannot bear a repeat of last night, not while you are under this roof.”

Shuri flushed at your father's admonishment, feeling the same shame you had been bathing in since you opened your eyes, and you felt no desire to ease it.

“Of-Of course.”

The awkwardness shifted a tad, everyone wrapped up in wedding talk. Your brown eyes found Shuri’s amidst it all, tuning out all of the noise, it was only the two of you — existing only for each other.

#shuri x black!reader #lyricswriting #shuri fic #shuri x black!fem reader #myworks #shuri smut #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x reader #shuri udaku #shuri x f!reader #shuri x y/n #shuri fanfiction #letitia wright x black!reader #letitia wright fanfic #bottom!shuri #sub!shuri

[nytb]

Hero At A Price

Click Here first <3

Alexia's injury hit Fc Barcelona at the worst possible time, heck it was the only player that they couldn't afford to lose. The team took a hit, a position was left to fill and the objective for the season remained the same - win everything.

Luckily, the team had a gem producing academy. Y/N Y/L/Y was one of the youngsters that had come through la Masia, but a stacked first team gave the future star no other choice, she had to leave.

After leaving Barcelona, Y/N established herself in the German league. The first season was rough, Eintracht Frankfurt fought to be one of the top sides, but as previous seasons dictated, they remained a stuck in mid table. That season was all it took to get Y/N familiarised with the style, the cold, the people. Now - Frankfurt had been fighting the top dogs two seasons in a row. They comfortably occupied the third position. Her connection with Laura Freigang and Géraldine Reuteler made them rise to the top of the goal and assist leaderboards.

Her unending run of form prompted Frankfurt to offer their star a new contract. Everything Y/N wanted, she got. The club was at her heels, they couldn't let their star go.

Her Barcelona past was known, Y/N was a la Masia graduate, she bled blaugrana. Throughout the years, Frankfurt carved their own little spot in the midfielders heart. She was now one of their own.

Before season-end, the Euros took place. The stacked up National team didn't let the Frankfurt star shine as she should - she wasn't even called up. To Spain's dismay, Alexia's injury hit them hard. Their star was out for the foreseeable future. Now Spain and Fc Barcelona were left scrambling, they needed the perfect replacement.

The past Y/N and Xavi Puig - now the sporting director at Fc Barcelona - shared prompted the man to seek out her services.

Xavi was Y/N's loyalest follower. He watched the Catalonian rise through the ranks, and as he didn't occupy a position within the club at the time, he watched how Y/N was forced out - his hands were tied. He kept watching Y/N grow, but this time from a distance.

Despite Frankfurts unwillingness to let their midfielder go, Xavi wasn't going to let his star go - not again. He moved hell on earth and got the German club to sign on the dotted line. A one year loan with an option to buy, a record signing fee attached to Y/N's name.

Now, Xavi only needed to break the news; "I've been trying to get you home" An unexpected call during Y/N's holiday with an unimaginable opportunity. The sporting director explained the ins and outs of the deal to his star.

Frankfurt Eintracht fans hearts were broken that day. The heir to the captain's band had switched sides. For most of them, hope dictated the return of their star; she wouldn't leave them stranded.

Returning to Barcelona, Y/N was hit with a wave of nostalgia. The blue sky, her old teammates, the Johan. Y/N was home.

The now Fc Barcelona midfielder was welcomed with open arms. Every training session had the academy players in the stands, the sporting director and captain joined in. Y/N was the talk of the town. Her precision on the ball, the technique, her utter class - Y/N was born to wear the Fc Barcelona badge on her chest.

Her statistics portrayed just that, leading the assist leaderboard - Y/N was an essential piece in Jonathan's XI. Her name rang everywhere. Frankfurt's local newspapers kept a reserved spot on their weekly issue for their star. She wasn't forgotten by her beloved club - something that Fc Barcelona had done way back when they let her go.

"They are in love with you" Mapi informed the midfielder as they returned to the dressing room post-match "Have you heard their chants?" Patri enquired further before Jana interjected "They're almost as loud as Mapi's" the defender laughed "I'm happy for you Y/N" she took the midfielder under her arm "You deserve this"

Jana and Y/N had risen through the ranks together, this made Jana's words that much meaningful for the Catalonian.

The conversations in the dressing room soon changed, the international break was imminent and everyone knew it. Y/N's name was amongst the possible call ups for Spain.

As per usual, Alexia joined in on the post-match celebrations in the dressing room and as it died down, she made her way to Fc Barcelona's new star - Y/N. "So, you're going" Alexia assumed the worst, the new midfielder would surely take advantage of the hole the 15 had left in the national team. It was the perfect opportunity to make herself an unquestionable starter, even if some of the 15 decided to return further down the line.

The captain's words cut deep. In Y/N's mind, Alexia had become a close friend, a role model. In her defence, Putellas didn't know where Y/N stood in the 15 vs Federation matter. "Well actually, I just asked my representative to put out a statement" the words left Y/N's lips without hesitation. The 24 year old was ready to make her opinion on the matter known.

Alexia's eyes shone brighter than ever. The possible jealousy, the anger, the sadness, the disappointment - it all went away. "They will retaliate" the captain warned Y/N before the midfielder made a further declaration "Let them come, I'm not scared" Y/N expressed nonchalantly as she made her way out of the dressing room, heading home after the match. Mapi, who was now left celebrating Y/N's words, was quick to verbalise how she felt "I told you, she's not here to mess around" the defender was beyond proud of Y/N's words "Y/N will change Spanish football - mark my words"

Y/N's statement hit the internet, followed by words of encouragement from her Barcelona teammates - but this time, the whole world echoed them. Frankfurt Eintracht had put out a statement of their own; they backed their star. Y/N was going up against the Spanish Federation and the whole world was watching.

Giving interviews to international news outlets, her words spread like wildfire. Y/N had the Spanish Federation scrambling. The National team's sponsors applying unimaginable pressure. For a long time, nobody wondered how the 15's fight switched the narrative and ended up on the winning side. They turned the "capricious" narrative upside down.

Vilda's mask fell. The whole world saw what the Spanish players had endured for years. Unprofessional treatment, lack of support from their federation, inadequate preparation.

Meanwhile, Y/N was seen attending Germany's games. Wearing her best friend's jersey - Y/N celebrated Freigang's call up. In the stadium, the Germans love and support for their Frankfurt stars was vocalised. After the game, not only Laura was praised. German fans approached Y/N, asking for pictures, autographs; they applauded Y/N's fight against the Spanish Federation. The midfielders heart was now divided. Not many people knew, but Eintracht Frankfurt's support in the matter came at a price.

The German club had soon realised that Fc Barcelona would gather the money for the transfer. The Catalan team wasn't going to let their star slip from their hands for a second time - so the German team proposed the only thing they could offer. A possibility to switch the narrative; make the Spanish Federations lies known. They fought Vildas statements to the nail. Every move they made, the German's came up with the perfect counter. Using all their contacts and influence, they directed Rubiales to a solution: fire Vilda and reinstate the 15. The so call blacklist had to be ripped to shreds.

The war had been won, but only the German club, the Spanish Federation and Y/N's close circle knew how.

For the rest of the season, Y/N's loyalties were shown. The midfielder traveled to watch every possible Eintracht Frankfurt game she could. Showing the German team her dedication and love for them.

Back in Barcelona, nobody seemed to understand what was going on. The dressing room was questioning Y/N's motives. How could an academy player, a blaugrana bleeding Fc Barcelona player stop fighting to stay. Nobody dared to enquire on the matter, not until Jana was fed up with the silence.

Fc Barcelona had lifted the Supercopa trophy, they had won the league before it even ended, they reached the Champions league final and were on their way to the Copa de la Reina final. "Spit it out" the defender confronted Y/N "You can win everything here, you can make our childhood dreams come true. Why don't you want to stay?" Jana's enquiry left Y/N speechless. The whole dressing room was watching - silence struck.

Alexia Putellas was silently watching, seeing how Y/N was lost for words - she soon realised what had happened months prior. There was no way that a 24 year old had managed to win a war against the Spanish Federation all by herself.

Y/N's love for the blaugrana club was big - but the midfielders desire to fight for what's right won.

The dressing room; Jana, were left without an answer. It wasn't for a lack of trying, every time anybody brought up Y/N's possible departure up, Y/N fled the scene.

That same week, Fc Barcelona were up against Wolfsburg in the Champions league final. A hard fought match, but Fc Barcelona came out victorious. Y/N's performance against the German team left everyone speechless. The midfielder became Wolfburgs nightmare, ending the match with a goal and a hat trick of assists.

Her performance in the Copa de la Reina final - what would be Y/N's last match with Fc Barcelona - had her leaving with the trophy and the MOTM award. Celebrating it with tears in her eyes, Y/N's short stay at her beloved club was coming to an end.

The very next day, Y/N made her way to the Ciutat Deportiva. Everyone on the team was given a day off, even Y/N; but that didn't matter. This was Y/N's final week with Fc Barcelona.

Alexia Putellas, the captain, didn't take days off; today wasn't an exception. The Catalonian made her way onto the training field, sitting herself down next to Y/N "Thank you" the Spaniard had been looped in, she knew what Y/N had done.

The ultimate sacrifice; Frankfurt's help was a quid pro quo. If the 15 were to win, Y/N had to lose - she had to return to them.

#woso imagines #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso fic #fc barcelona femeni woso #fc barcelona woso #fc barcelona femeni #fc barcelona imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #lgbtq

[butwhyduh]

At the Car Shop

Dick Grayson x reader

Summary: okay but what if he was a car mechanic for a job?

Warning: smut

Finding a good apartment in Gotham was like finding a thousand dollars on the street. It just didn’t happen and the few times it did? Everyone wondered why they deserved it more than them. And after weeks of searching, you found practically the holy grail.

It was a one bedroom, one bath, on the second floor walk up with a parking spot in front of the building that was only a 10 minute drive to work. It was basically a dream.

That was until you came home from work a few days later to find a truck in your spot. Not just any truck but a shiny old truck that was clearly heavily fixed up. Cherry red two door Chevy with tan leather interior. It put your poor car to shame. And even worse was that you had to park blocks down the street and walk home in Gotham after dark.

It happened again the next night. You huffed angrily as you put out your trash in the bins.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Asked your elderly neighbor you hadn’t seen as you walked down glaring at the truck. She was sweet and loved with her adult son and tiny dog and had been a pretty quiet neighbor so far.

“Someone has been parking in my spot and I don’t even know who it is,” you said, pointing to the truck that was back again.

“Oh that’s Dickie’s,” she said. “Dick Grayson. He owns the car shop down the street. That one,” she pointed to a rather plain car garage. It didn’t have any advertisements and you hadn’t noticed it yet. “He probably doesn’t even know that someone is living here and using the spot. Just let him know. He’s a nice guy.”

“Yeah?”

“Sure,” she replied before going in. You wiped your hands on your shorts and walked toward the shop. It might have a plain outside but you could hear music playing loudly. Classic rock from the sound of it. You knocked loudly. Could anyone hear over all that music?

After a few minutes and a few knocks, you determined that no one could hear anything but music. From the window you could see shop service prices so it was clearly a business. If it was locked, oh well, but if it wasn’t, you could just go in. Right?

You pushed open the door to the customer waiting area side of the shop. “Hello?” You called. You followed the music to a shop with at least 4 or 5 cars in various states of work. “Hello?” You called again.

You heard a bang followed by a “goddamn!” A man slid on a cart from under a car while rubbing his head and the music turned down. “Shop’s closed. How did you get in here?” He asked.

“Oh the door was open and I just walked in. Sorry. I’m not here for service,” you said and you couldn’t help but notice how absolutely hot he was in a dirty white tank top and jeans. He wiped greasy hands on a rag before walking over.

“Okay, why are you here?” He asked with a semi confused and amused look on his face. He had the dreamiest blue eyes framed by black hair falling in his face. He wasn’t just hot. He was pretty.

“Uhh, so well,” you said, stumbling on your words. You didn’t think about the fact it was a confrontation basically. “Do you own a red kinda old truck? Because Myrtle, my neighbor says you do but if you don’t then nevermind.”

“I do. Why? It’s not for sale.”

“No. It’s uh, parked in my spot that I pay for and I can’t park my car there and I was wondering if you could move- actually you need to move your truck. Because I’ve been parking blocks away and Gotham is sketchy at night,” you rambled. He rubbed the back of his neck with a guilty look.

“Ah, I’ve been stealing your spot. Sorry about that. I didn’t know there was a new tenant in the building. I’d say welcome neighbor but you probably don’t have the best thoughts about me stealing your spot,” he said. “My kid brother leaves his car in mine so I’ve been parking in yours. I’ll move it. Sorry again.”

“That’s okay. You live in the building too?” You asked.

“Uh, yeah, 4th floor,” he replied. “407. Can I make up for stealing your spot with a cup of coffee or something sometime?”

“Uhh,” your brain froze. Was the hottest guy you’ve ever seen asking you out?? “Yeah, that'd be good.”

Dick grinned and nodded. “Tomorrow breakfast?”

“I have to be at work at 9,” you warned.

“I can get up early,” he replied, causing you to huff out a laugh. “What do you like?”

—————————-

The next morning you were pleasantly surprised to him bringing your favorite breakfast over at the time you talked about. You sat on the couch, eating, and talking about nothing in particular until you had to leave. You walked him to your door with keys in hand.

“See you around sometime?” He asked while standing in the doorway with a hand on the frame practically hanging over you.

“Yeah I’d like that,” you said, standing far too close. He grinned and bent towards you. You closed your eyes only to be surprised by a cheek kiss.

“See you around,” he said with a wink before leaving.

—————————-

Over the next few weeks you saw Dick Grayson multiple times for lunch or coffee or to see a movie. It felt like proper dating rather than the confusing label-less dancing most guys would try.

You met him at his shop after hours. He was always at his shop working with rock music playing in the background. It was his passion. The smell of car oil and leather were starting to remind you of Dick’s usual smell. He was currently standing in the engine block of an old sports car with the engine hanging up across the room. He looked up with a grin as you walked in.

“Hey,��� he said.

“Hey,” you replied while walking to him. You leaned across and kissed him chastely on the lips. He pouted.

“That’s all I get?”

“Don’t be greedy,” you teased but already leaned towards him again. His lips met yours and it wasn’t long before his tongue licked across your bottom lip and into your mouth. Dick planted a hand on the car to better reach over to you and his other hand cupped your jaw when he sensed you might pull back. You giggled in his mouth at this and let Dick kiss you thoroughly.

You kissed like this for a minute before finally pulling back. Dick kissed you again and clambered out of the engine block causing the kiss to be very messy. He pulled you tight to his body with a hand around your waist and the other leading up your back.

“I love sundresses,” he muttered between kisses. “You look super hot in them,” he added before kissing down your throat. Your fingers threaded in his thick hair as you pushed your head back to give him more room.

You gasped when his hand started pulling the dress up as his leg slotted between yours. He moved his head up questioningly and you pushed him back against your skin where he nipped and sucked even more aggressively. He finally got under your dress and grabbed at your ass. His fingers pulled your panties down and you slipped them off your legs while pulling at the belt on his jeans.

You unzipped his pants and pushed them down off his hips as he reached his hand so low on your ass that he was actually rubbing your folds. He nibbled on your collarbone, pulling soft moans from you. Dick could barely reach it from his angle but he managed to dip a few fingers in your core while you jerked him off. His cock was just as pretty as he was.

“Condom?” You asked breathlessly. He nodded and reached in a drawer to grab some. “In the shop?”

“Always wanted to and never could before but I wanted to be ready just in case,” he admitted. “Can I bend you over a car?” He asked.

“Fuck yeah,” you replied and he turned you over the hood and pushed the skirt of your dress over your hips. Dick pulled his shirt off. His hands kneaded the skin of your ass before he bent down to his knees. Before you could turn around to question him, he pushed your legs open and licked at your pussy.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped as he ate you out while you were bent over the car. It wasn’t long before you were grateful for his continuous music playing to hide any sounds you made that night. He pushed one leg up the car while sucking on your clit. If he wouldn’t have held you up, you would have fallen with the way your legs fell out as you came on his tongue. “Oh Dick!”

He wasted no time at all, kissing up your ass as he stood before putting the condom on. “You ready,” he asked with his cock pressed against your folds.

“Yeah,” you breathed and he pushed in. It felt so good when he started thrusting. His fingers made quick work of the top of your dress and soon the fabric only hung around your waist. His fingers pinched and kneaded at your breasts. “Don’t stop,” you whined. His fingers found your clit and rubbed circles. He nodded roughly and you could feel his cock twitching in need to cum too.

It didn’t take long for you to clench around him as you came. Dick joined you immediately. His fingers clenched around your breast while pulling you close to his chest. His hips thrusted messily as he came deep.

He kissed the back of your neck as he came down from his high, muttering sweet nothings in your ear. His fingers caressed your skin. “You’re so beautiful. So good. You feel amazing.” He pulled out to throw away the condom.

You awkwardly pulled the dress back over your shoulders and down to cover yourself as he slipped his jeans back up. You weren’t sure where this was going. Was this just sex? Were you staying the night?

“Come upstairs?” Dick asked. “There’s a little bedroom that I only use when I work too late and need to crash.”

“Yeah,” you replied and let him lead you up to the tiny bedroom. Dick tossed you a shirt and you changed into that before climbing in bed with him. He spooned behind you with his arm around your waist. He rubbed meaningless circles on your hip until you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up to sun streaming in the window and the bed empty. You sat up and moved to find your clothes only to realize 2 things. Your thighs were very sore and you left your panties downstairs. There was a soft knock on the door and it opened. Dick carried in a bag of breakfast and 2 coffees from the shop down the street.

“Morning cutie,” he said, handing you a coffee. You smiled at him.

“Hey handsome.”

“I brought breakfast. Did you have fun last night,” he asked. You took a sip and pretended to contemplate the answer.

“Hmm can’t really remember. Care to show me again?” You teased. Dick grabbed your coffee and set both his and yours on the table.

“I can definitely try to jog your memory,” he said while pulling you down to the mattress. You laughed into a squeal as he licked up your throat.

#friday night smut #dick Grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick Grayson smut #nightwing smut #dc fanfics

[riseofamoonycake]

RoR character and pussy eating headcanons?

WE WE WEEEEEEE

RoR characters eating your pussy out

With: Hrist, Sakata Kintoki, Sasaki Kojiro, Hades, Bishamonten

!! These characters are not included here because they already have their NSFW alphabet or NSFW hcs and it seemed like repeating myself: RUDRA, SHIVA, INDRA, LOKI, ODIN, ANUBIS, THE SCIENCE CREW, JACK THE RIPPER, LU BU, LEONIDAS, NOAH !!

The reader is FEMALE or AFAB.

Hrist

Sweet, but hungry. Her leonine side stays silent during the act, because there is no need for it to show up: you deserve only love and all the attention of the world.

At the beginning, the Valkyrie goes very slow, savoring every fold and tasting all the angles of your intimacy, rubbing her tongue on your lips in soft licks; but as soon as she hears your moans and cries increase, she goes wild, doesn't understand anything anymore and puts more and more pressure until you beg and whine so loudly the chambers echo your voice. And it is only the first stage, because as soon as she starts to go deeper... WELL.

A wonderful experience, especially because she becomes addicted to it in no time, so every occasion is good for a proper lick on your pussy. She asks for consent every time with pleading eyes that could melt the entire North Pole.

Kintoki

WILD. TOTALLY WILD. Always respectful, but he holds back anything. You have to feel all of his tongue on every part of your warm womanhood, to be aware of every inch of it, and to give in totally.

Your pussy is his playground: he teases your clit no stop, moves around in circle movements and looks for every sensitive spot you have, goes deeper and deeper and then recedes, and deep again, while his hands caress your hips, press your thighs to make you stay still or stroke your belly or breasts, if you are on his face. Because yes, he loves to have you on his face, so he can put also his nose at your service (and torture you more).

Fast licks that become slower or even more frantic as soon as your weakest spot is discovered, following the pace of your breath and how loud you scream and whine. Be ready to lose your voice and mind again and again.

Kojiro and Hades

THE GENTLEMEN. Before eating you out, they spoil you for hours: Kojiro takes you to the sea or mountain, prepares a picnic for both, gives you flowers, cuddles with you all the time, combs your hair, kisses and hugs you a thousand times; Hades takes you out for a romantic dinner, buys you dresses and jewels, strokes your back during the evening, keeps you pressed against him and on his lap, praises your beauty no stop. They don't do this because they want your pussy in reward, but because both of them believe that is the only way you can be treated with, worshipping you; in fact they do these exact things everytime, from the start of the relationship.

Then, both act the same, asking for the honor to make love with you; if you allow this, then they kneel before you, gently lift and open your thighs making you lay down on the softest surface at disposition and, at this point, say yes to heaven.

Kojiro goes slow, exploring your pussy carefully and without leaving anything untouched; he is sweet, playful at most, with some moments of mischievousness when he wants to tease you a bit and then his tongue wriggles more into you, while his hands are on your hips or roam on your legs; Hades, on the other hand, wants to tame you with the pleasure and he can be sadistic when he reaches that point you beg him for so loudly, and doesn't stop easily, staring at you with narrowed eyes and a smirk on that divine face. Sometimes he even bites or nibbles your inner thighs, before attacking your clit again with the most powerful licks ever felt by anyone.

Oh, they are very needy. All the time.

Bishamonten

How can it be that someone so stern and stiff is able to eat you out so divinely? Yeah, because Bishamonten is really a master in this.

It takes time to get to this point, because for this mighty God of Fortune this is a goal that must be achieved through merit and knowledge, not something that is given regardless, especially if he doesn't know you well enough; but little by little, as the relationship progresses and you gain points in his heart, well… then things definitely get hot.

This happens with you either on his face or underneath him. Your wrists tied behind your back, so you have no chance to stop him, and your thighs held tightly in his grip, not enough to hurt, though: Bishamonten absolutely wants to avoid seeing you suffer… at least from the pain, hehehe.

So… slow, powerful licks, made to test you: your flavor, your softness, your heat, the way your body reacts, and so your voice. Don't think that he will remain slow for a long time: the time to make you understand what awaits you, and then the god unleashes all his strength using tongue and lips on you, sucking, licking, and sometimes just biting, for the sake of just inserting his teeth into your soft flesh, but without pressing too much. The session is very long, infinite, because Bishamonten wants to take you to the exhaustion by pleasure; sometimes, he even inserts a finger or two on purpose to increase the pleasure, before starting again with the tongue. He can even use his chin, rubbing it against your folds so you can feel the sensation of the metal mask against your dripping pussy. We already know you can't last too much with all of this love storm upon you.

When then you can't bear it anymore, your mouth dry for the moans and the begs and your eyes watering for the pleasure, he stops, takes you in his arms and kisses your lips, making you taste your own juices, then allows you to rest on his chest, stroking your back and hair with his usual expression softened by the sensation of your body on his, and your beating hearts at the same rhythm…

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #snv hrist #record of ragnarok hrist #ror hrist #record of ragnarok hades #ror hades #snv hades #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #ror kojiro #ror kojiro sasaki #snv kojiro #record of ragnarok kojiro #shuumatsu no valkyrie kojiro #kintoki record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie kintoki #ror sakata kintoki #ror kintoki #snv kintoki #bishamonten shuumatsu no valkyrie #bishamonten record of ragnarok #snv bishamonten #ror bishamonten #record of ragnarok bishamonten

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 10

Hello! So I’m wondering if people aren’t seeing my posts, I got someone on one these (don’t remember if it was this one or Roads...but they said that somehow they had missed the last three). I also noticed that a couple of the writing tags *I* follow didn’t update when they put out a new part of their story, I only noticed that they put it out because I dig through the #steddie tag several times a day.

So let me know if you’re still seeing my tags or not.

The application process has begun! Just a note on Argyle’s last name. The fandom doesn’t have one for him and they usually don’t give him one. It took a lot of research (the character looks Native American but the actor is an American born to two Mexican parents.) So after some seriously thought I landed on Rivera.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3  Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8  Pt 9

***

The first guy’s name was Keith Langston and he had been learning to tattoo through buying large swaths of pig skin. The guy’s portfolio was entirely of pig skin tattoos.

“Have you ever tattooed human skin or on a live person?” Steve asked looking over the portfolio turning each page slowly. “It can even be yourself. Or even just drawing on yourself?” He added, because that’s how he got into tattooing.

Keith scoffed. “That’s what I’m here for. To tattoo other people. I only go to the best to get my body tattooed.”

Steve smiled. “And who are your favorite artists?”

Keith rolled his eyes. “Like only the greats. Leonard Killgrave, Ollie Peterson, Trent Sullivan. You know, those guys.”

How Steve managed to avoid wincing, he could only attest to years of customer service. Because he had never heard of any of them. And Hopper was no slouch in the social aspect of being a tattoo parlor owner. He knew most of the shop owners and good portion of the artists under them. They weren’t from Indy that was for sure.

And then it hit him. They weren’t from Indy. They were probably from Chicago or New York, maybe even Boston. This prick was traveling out of state to get his tattoos.

“I see,” was all Steve said. They talked some more about Keith’s abilities and where he hoped to be in five years.

“Well, you got to where you are in five years,” Keith sneered. “I fully expect to world renowned in that time.”

Steve’s eye twitched. “Thank you so much for your time.” He handed back the portfolio and didn’t even bother to stand.

Keith stormed off muttering about asshole douchebags who thought they were still in high school.

Yeah, Steve was not hiring Keith.

The next one was Eden Bingham. She was the Goth chick with the fluffy black hair and the piercings.

“Hello,” she greeted as Steve stood up to shake her hand.

“Hi,” he said, “tell me about yourself.”

Turned out she was Suzie’s older sister. She had moved out from Utah to get away from her strict parents and to be closer to Suzie after she married Dustin. Suzie was the one that had told her that he was looking for an apprentice and to try for it.

During the course of the interview, Steve was a little disappointed. Eden was good. Damn good in fact. And had been tattooing her friends and roommates for the last year, indie style. But he knew their personalities would clash so hard. And it wasn’t about the aesthetic. It wasn’t.

But he knew where she would flourish though and made a note to have Robin call Hop. Hop’s most recent apprentice had moved up to a chair and chose to move to Chicago to purse their career there and needed a new apprentice.

He thanked her for her time, stood up and shook her hand.

“Hey, look,” he said gently. “I don’t think you would be happy apprenticing under me.”

She smiled. “Probably not.”

“But I know someone who’s just barely had a spot open up,” Steve explained. “He hasn’t had time to put out feelers yet. I think you’d two would be a better fit.”

Eden’s eyes went wide. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

Steve nodded. “And not just because you’re Suzie’s sister, either. Because I think you’re good and deserve a shot. Even if it isn’t with me.”

“Thanks!”

He walked out with her to get Hopper’s number and address. She walked out talking excitedly to Suzie on the phone.

Robin bumped his shoulder. “That was nice of you.”

Steve blushed. “Hop will love her.” He looked at the remaining two. “Who’s next?”

“Argyle Rivera,” she murmured.

Steve turned to him. “Argyle, come on back.”

Argyle leapt to his feet. “Brochacho! I’m super excited.”

Steve smiled and led him to the back room. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Argyle handed him his portfolio. “I think it’s so cool you asked for a physical portfolio, dude. Most cats only want a link to some website.”

Steve grinned. “I don’t mind those, it’s just harder to talk while scrolling.”

Argyle grinned back. “Yeah.”

Steve opened it up to see the most beautiful Mexican styled tattoos he had ever laid eyes on in his life. Growing up in Hawkins made for a very thin Latino or Hispanic population so he didn’t see much of this kind of work, but he had always admired it.

“This is amazing,” he breathed. “How long have you been doing this?”

Argyle blushed. “I haven’t really done much. I used marker for the most part because permanent isn’t really my style, bro. But I’ve done a couple stick and poke stuff that was fun. And I am all about the fun. So a friend suggested I should try for this.”

“So you’ve never used an ink gun?” Steve asked.

Argyle shook his head. “Nope!”

Steve and Argyle talked for a bit longer and Steve was really impressed with how open and outgoing he was.

“How do you feel about doing tattoos not in your usual style?” he asked. This was the kicker for most artists.

Argyle lit up. “That would be awesome to learn how to do, dude! I love my style but branching out is what life is all about.”

“And how would you feel about starting off only doing simple tattoos, like the small ones or basic designs?” Steve asked.

Argyle’s face spread out into the biggest grin. “Everyone’s got to start out somewhere, my man!”

Steve was really leaning towards Argyle now. Which was too bad, because he really liked the spunky blonde. No, no, not like that.

He led Argyle back to the reception area and then Robin called the last out. “Chrissy Cunningham.”

Steve smiled at her. “Come on back.”

She jumped up and followed him. “You aren’t going to murder me for the no tattoo remark, are you?” she asked with a grin and a wink.

Steve burst out laughing. “If I killed everyone that thought that, Indy would be down three-fifths of its tattoo artist population.”

She laughed too. “Fair enough.”

“And since we’re on the topic,” he said, indicating for her to sit down, “you don’t look the type anymore than I do.”

She grinned. “I got my first tattoo when I sixteen. My mom didn’t want me cutting my hair so much so that I told her either let me cut my hair or let me get a tattoo, she let me get the tattoo.”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit! I’ve never heard of that. It’s hair. It grows back.”

Chrissy grinned. “Her words were ‘At least a tattoo could be covered up, I’d have to look at the terrible hair cut!’.”

“That is fucking insane!” Steve said. “Can I see it?”

She nodded and pulled up her shirt sleeve. Steve could see the nine (yes nine, Pluto counts) planets and at the top was a howling fox.

“That’s cool,” he said. “Can I see your portfolio?”

She handed it over and Steve looked at it. She didn’t seem to have a firm style yet.

He found out they had both gone to Hawkins High. “Wait, no way.”

She nodded. “We all knew who Steve Harrington was. The basketball players all wanted to be him and all the cheerleaders wanted to be with him.”

Steve blushed into his hands. “Oh god that’s awful.”

Chrissy laughed. “Well, most of the cheerleaders anyway.”

“Not you?” he guessed.

“Kind of a large lesbian,” she said with a grimace. “Makes it a tad difficult.”

Steve laughed. “Fair enough.”

He talked with her a bit and then led her out like he had done with Eden and Argyle. He said goodbye and locked the door up behind him.

He turned to Robin. “What did you think of them? Be honest. They probably said a whole lot while they were waiting their turn.”

Robin nodded. “Argyle got Eden’s number.”

Steve burst out laughing. “Yeah, okay I needed that. Did he really?”

“Oh yeah,” Robin said. “It was mildly hilarious how well they hit it off. You couldn’t find a weirder couple.”

Steve put his hand over his heart in mock protest. “Have you supplanted our relationship as the weirdest ever? I’m hurt. Hurt I say!”

Robin laughed so hard she snorted. “All right you drama queen, weirdest romantic couple. How’s that?”

Steve beamed at her. “Perfect!”

She laughed again, shaking her head. They talked about the two candidates and both were really good.  

“I don’t want to pick between them,” Steve whined, hitting his head on the desk.

“So don’t.”

Steve lifted his head. “What do you mean?”

Robin licked her lips slowly. “Steve, I’ve been doing the numbers, if we add in the potential of what they can bring in, by the time school starts back up again not only will we have enough to pay for both of them to stay on, but Erica too, and the new receptionist.”

Steve jerked back. “Wait, what?”

She nodded. “I’m not lying, dingus. I’ll swear on it. In fact, we could probably hire the new receptionist by July.”

His eyes went wide. “Really?”

Robin took his face in her hands. “You are open and friendly. First timers and people who are just nervous in general love coming to you because you put them at ease. People who just want to get a tattoo as memorial or just as a one-time thing, love coming to you. There is this whole untapped market that you accidentally slid into and made it your own. We just need more people so you and I can enjoy our lives for a change.”

Steve blinked. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Robin said. “You are so good at this. Don’t sell yourself short. You deserve this.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let’s do it. Call them both and have them come in tomorrow at nine so that we can go over a few things and have them learn how to open.”

Robin nodded. “Sounds good.” She picked up the phone and started doing just that.

Steve watched her with a growing smile on his face. He had a really good feeling about this summer.

***

Part 11 Part 12  Part 13 Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19  Part 20  Part 21   Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25 Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Epilogue

I figured as controlling as Chrissy’s mom was in the show about her weight, she would be controlling about the hair too. And ngl this is exactly what my oldest sister did to my youngest niece. It’s hair. It’ll grow back. Nope. The tattoo on my niece’s arm is the one I described here.

Tag List: @spectrum-spectre @estrellami-1 @zerokrox-blog @artiststarme @swimmingbirdrunningrock @gregre369 @pyrohonk​ @renaissan-vvitch @goodolefashionedloverboi @chaoticlovingdreamer @maya-custodios-dionach @messrs-weasley @val-from-lawrence @plyerice27 @thedragonsaunt @chaoticlovingdreamer @sapphirecobalt-1 @a-little-unsteddie @i-must-potato @danili666 @carlyv @rozzieroos @wonderland-girl143-blog @itsall-taken @justforthedead89 @emly03 @bookworm0690 @aizawa-emma @redfreckledwolf @thesuninyaface @bookbinderbitch @yikes-a-bee @littlewildflowerkitten @scheodingers-muppet @archermightbegay @hallucinatedjosten @ellietheasexylibrarian @anne-bennett-cosplayer @cinnamon-mushroomabomination 

#My writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailtiha writes #tattoo artist steve

[andofone]

SNS fic rec

I have found lots of SNS fics that I think deserve even more love and recognition, so buckle in and here we go!

-PS, if you don’t want your fic on this list, I will take it off.

---

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou an idiot? by Skyheaven

Naruto thought he could impress his crush by landing the role of Romeo in their school play. With Sakura playing Juliet, it would be the perfect way to get close to her. So how is it that he ended up being forced to play the modern version titled Romeo and Julian with his arch rival Sasuke instead?

(It’s a full, flushed out fic. It was a joy to read through)

-

(This is part two - a POV change to see what Sasuke is thinking, I strongly recommend reading after the first.)

And Julian is the moon by Skyheaven.

Ever wonder what Sasuke went through when he got stuck playing the romantic lead together with Naruto in their school play about Romeo and Julian? Here's the answer.

A pov change of the fic 'Oh Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou an idiot?'

---

The Frog Dealer by lilypheria

Naruto’s trusty frog wallet breaks down after years of faithful service, and someone delivers a new one to his office. Naruto is elated, not caring if it’s proper for the Seventh Hokage of Konoha to wander around with a wallet like that. But then he starts to get even more deliveries to his office—frog-shaped keychains, fridge magnets, everything you can think of.

Naruto has no clue who has found out about his affection towards frogs. But the gift giver is closer than he thinks…

(It’s a adorable one-shot. What else could you possibly want.)

---

Unrequited: sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't by KizuKatana

Naruto hates to hurt people's feelings. So when Hinata puts him on the spot about dating her, he doesn't want to come straight out and tell her he doesn't like her that way. Instead, he comes up with a poorly thought out idea to tell her he is dating someone already. All he needs to do to convince her is to show her a photo of the guy. He just needs to get a picture of someone so ridiculously hot she will know it's hopeless. He actually has someone in mind, a guy he'd had a one-sided thing for from his gym. Although, the guy is sort of an ass and probably wouldn't agree to posing for a picture. Naruto decides to ask him anyway. What's he got to lose?

(Another wonderful, simple one-shot. Easy and very nice to digest.)

---

In Good Company by weialala

This will sound a little ridiculous, no matter how Sasuke phrases it. I see dead people is embarrassingly tacky, and I'm half-spirit seems like something Sakura might say when she's stoned sky high. So he settles for a shrug.

(This is a gem of a fic. Highly recommend.)

---

Iced coffee with extra base by Dotec_1

Working in a cafe certainly isn’t the worst thing, that is if you find a certain raven a few tables down.

(Not too long, just 25,000 words and a good plot.)

---

Fire & Wind by Cyllia

Wind and fire: it's the most powerful combination of elements there was. So when Sasuke, the most talented fire elementalist in his year, pairs with Naruto, who has the greatest air element seen in centuries, they should've been the most formidable team in history. Yet they can't seem to win one match.

(OH MY GOD, okay, this has got to be one of my favorites on this list. And these are all some of my favorite.)

---

all i want to do, just like this by lunoiere (aeon_uriel)

"Good morning," he whispered, content, and peaceful. 

Naruto's nose twitched, still asleep. His lips were pursed to form a pout that somehow looked even more childish in this state. 

Sasuke's smile got wider and wider and something in his chest bloomed and exploded.

 Unbidden, a thought passed by: he loved that man so much it was unreal. 

Sasuke gets another reminder that waking up with arms around his waist and the smell of sunshine filling his lungs means opening his eyes to yet another good dream.(Because Naruto is there and he’s never leaving.)

---

 I hope this gives you some good reads!

And if you want more, check out another SNS rec I created here

#ao3 #ao3 fic rec #sasunaru #SasuNaruSasu #sns #ao3 is why i dont sleep #fic rec #naruto #Sasuke Uchiha #sasuke is amazing #Naruto Uzumaki #narusasu #amazing things #some of these people should be authors fr #enjoy

[criminalamnesia]

Habits of My Heart

warnings: fluff, Jake being soft, childhood best friends to lovers, she/her pronouns used, not proofread, Jake is probably a little ooc sorry, I’m not really good at writing fluff so I hope this isn’t too cheesy

summary: you haven’t seen Jake in months due to his busy schedule, but after he returns from his top-secret TOPGUN mission, you decide to hop on the next flight to Fighter Town, USA.

author’s note: back with some Jake fluff because I’ve written enough angst for him lately and he deserves happiness

update: part 2 is out now! You can read ‘Into Your Arms’ here

You hadn’t talked to Jake for longer than a minute each time he called in the past six weeks. This was nothing new; every time he deployed, your chats were painfully short. By the time you answered the phone, you had enough time to say a quick, ‘hi, how are you?’ and then a ‘be safe, tex’ before the line died and you both went back to your busy lives.

It was difficult, but you were used to it by now. Besides, you two didn’t need to speak every day anyways. You had been friends since kindergarten– having been pushed together by your mothers who had also been childhood friends. At first you had loathed him, but as you both grew, you learned to love him.

You had even held a little crush on him for a few years during high school. Who wouldn’t? He was the star football player with a dazzling smile and a flirtatious tongue. He had all the girls at school drooling over him, you included.

But nothing ever came of it, you were sure of that. You’d rather run into oncoming traffic than admit to Jake Seresin that you liked him. He would never stop teasing you about it, and besides– it’s not like he liked you back, right?

By the time you two were seniors in high school, you’d forgotten all about your crush. Especially after you walked into the girl’s bathroom during prom and interrupted Jake and some cheerleader’s intense make-out session on the bathroom counter. Yeah, that was enough to knock some sense back into your head.

Then you went to college and Jake enlisted. You saw each other less and less– and maybe everyone in the world was right when they said “absence makes the heart grow fonder,” because a day could not go by without you wishing to see Jake’s stupid little grin.

You talked on the phone and occasionally FaceTimed. He surprised you at your college graduation– but after he finished his training and started flying for real, it was rare you saw him. So, that’s how you found yourself here, at some bar in Fighter Town that his mom told you he frequented (how the hell did she know that?).

You hadn’t told him you were coming. He basically just got back to the states himself– he sent you a text while you were on your flight confirming that and telling you’d he talk to you tomorrow– that he was going to get some post-we-almost-died-drinks with his friends.

You couldn’t think of any better way for him to spend his night.

The Hard Deck definitely looked like a place Jake would frequent as you walked through sand to reach its doors. You could see through the windows how crowded it was, and you could hear the abundance of voices inside from the parking lot. Definitely his scene.

You pushed through the glass doors and were instantly swept into the sea of people. You saw many dressed in service khakis, which you silently cursed as it made it harder to clearly spot Jake.

The crowd pushed you up to the bar, which you appreciated. You were starting to feel nervous– why? You didn’t know. He was your longest friend and you were feeling nervous over seeing him again. You almost wanted to laugh if you didn’t think you’d vomit the moment you opened your mouth.

“You okay, sweetie?” A woman’s voice cut over the roar in the room, her kind eyes locking onto yours as she leaned slightly over the bar.

You nodded, taking in a deep breath. “Just fine, thanks.”

“First time here?” She replied, a small smile forming on her mouth.

You nodded, and before you could even speak, she was sliding you a beer.

“It’s on the house. And you’ll get used to the crowd,” she smiled and nodded before disappearing to tend to other customers.

You silently thanked her kindness and took a long swig of your beer, hoping it would give you some liquid courage.

Maybe you were so nervous because you hadn’t seen him in so long. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d talked in person, face-to-face. Maybe last year? You had certainly changed since then, and you knew he had, too.

“You’ve literally been his friend since he was still a bed-wetter,” you muttered to yourself, standing on your tip toes as your eyes scanned the busy bar.

You spotted him in the back by the pool tables. He had his back turned to you, but you’d recognize that blond hair and posture anywhere. Nerves forgotten, you quickly finished your beer and begun to weave through the crowd, hoping he wouldn’t turn around.

As luck would have it, he stayed planted to the spot you’d first saw him in as you finally made it to his little group. Unsurprisingly, they were all in service khakis. They’d probably been on assignment with him.

No one saw you as you crept up behind him. He was lost in thought as he studied the pool table, which gave you the chance to really surprise him.

“Hey pilot, can we go for a ride in your jet?” You tried to get the cheesy line out seriously, but couldn’t help but let a little snort escape as he turned around, face smug and a suggestive reply already leaving his mouth before his eyes landed on you.

“What the fuck?” His eyes widened as he took you in, looking you up and down.

“Surprise!” You threw up some jazz hands as you grinned at him.

He engulfed you in a hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly and lifting you from the ground as he swung you around. You laughed, clinging on to him. By now, his friends had noticed the two of you, but you paid them no mind as Jake set you back on solid ground.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming!” He said, pulling you to the side.

“That’s kinda the point of a surprise, Tex,” you teased. You couldn’t stop smiling, and he couldn’t either.

“You look good. It’s been, what, a year since we saw each other?”

“Too long,” you replied. Now it was your turn to look him up and down. He definitely looked good.

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?”

You scoffed, playfully pushing his chest. “Oh, you know whose it is. I’m not the one leaving the country on top-secret missions at the drop of a hat.”

“It makes me mysterious. Ladies love the mystery.”

“Do they?” You laughed, leaning slightly into him. God, you had missed him. Hearing his laugh through the phone could not compare to hearing it right in front of you.

“They do. You should know. You’re madly in love with me.”

You rolled your eyes, your heart rate spiking the tiniest bit at the thought of being found out– but you knew he was teasing. He always teased like this.

“If anything, you’re the one madly in love with me. All the navy groupies in this bar and you’re over here talking to me. Gotta mean somethin’.”

His smile was blinding as he wrapped and arm around your shoulders, pulling you sideways into his chest.

“You’re my favorite navy groupie.”

“I’ll let that comment slide because I haven’t seen you in a while and I’d hate to ruin that pretty face.”

He laughed as he steered you back towards the pool table. His friends had all been watching the two of you, but as you approached they tried– and failed– to act as if they hadn’t.

“And who’s this?” A man piped up as he looked you up and down from across the pool table.

“This, everyone, is the biggest pain in my ass that’s been there since kindergarten.”

You raised a hand in a wave, rolling your eyes at Jake’s words. “What he means is that I’m the better half of the duo.”

The only woman of the group looked as if she’d seen a ghost. Her mouth was agape as she studied you and Jake.

“We all thought Hangman was making you up!”

“You thought Hangman was making her up,” a man with a mustache and aviators replied smugly, leaning in closer to the woman. “You owe me $20, Phoenix.”

Phoenix grumbled to herself as she begrudgingly took out her wallet and passed a $20 to the man. He tipped an imaginary hat at her and laughed. She punched him in the arm.

“I am definitely not made up, and I am definitely ready to embarrass Jake. Who wants to know what?” You smiled slyly as the group erupted into chaos; Jake’s shouts for them to ignore you going unheard as the group pulled you in.

—

Jake finally pulled you away from the others hours later, claiming he’d been embarrassed enough for one night and that he had a reputation to uphold.

You had made sure to get every one of his friend’s numbers before leaving, just incase you felt like embarrassing him some more.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence as you made your way to his truck. You had taken a taxi from your hotel, so it worked out.

He opened the passenger door for you and you rolled your eyes as you hopped into the vehicle. He slid into the driver’s seat a second later, but made no move to start the car.

“You okay, Tex?” You asked, worried. He was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Just thinking about all the ways I can get you back for tonight,” he told you, his gaze containing a hint of mischief.

“Can it wait until I’m back in Texas?” You pleaded, to which he shook his head.

“Nope, absolutely not.”

You groaned and he grinned.

“You’re evil,” you told him.

“I’ve been called worse.” He shrugged.

You both fell silent for a minute.

“I didn’t think you were gonna make it back this time. Your mom was telling me what little she knew, but it wasn’t a lot, and I was worried.” You looked down at your hands in your lap as you spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me anything? All I knew was that you were overseas.”

“I was trying to get you to not worry,” he chuckled.

“I always worry about you, idiot. You’re reckless and headstrong. You’re always finding trouble.”

He didn’t respond for a beat. Then:

“Would it make you stop worrying to hear that I’m coming home for a bit?”

“You’re full of shit,” you instantly replied. You hadn’t known him to ever take time off from his job. He loved being a pilot; he loved the navy, and he was incredibly dedicated to his work. It was one of the things you admired about him, but also secretly wished were different about him.

“I’m serious. I don’t know how long, at least a month– but I’m coming home. It’s been too long.”

You sat in silence, multiple emotions washing over you all at once. You knew something serious had to have happened for Jake to be taking a step back, and you were scared as to what that was. As far as you knew, none of his fellow aviators had died, but what if he or they had come close to it?

He knew the risk of getting up in the air, they all did. It was part of the job. But you had never seen him so hesitant to go back to work, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

You took a deep breath and nodded. You could unpack this baggage later– if he’d ever let his walls down and talk to you about it. Now, you were just glad to have him back.

“You still look worried,” he teased.

“Shut up.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Oh, I’m cute?” You grinned against your will.

“The cutest,” he replied.

“You say that to all the girls.”

“No,” he said. “Just you.”

Silence filled the air once more. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to figure out his angle. Jake always teased– it was his nature. He was the annoying guy best friend who said things to try and get you to blush. Then he’d make fun of you for blushing.

“I haven’t missed your teasing, Tex,” you finally said.

“I do love to tease you,” he said, and you rolled your eyes. “But I’m not right now.”

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“What? No.”

“I think you hit your head. You never compliment me–”

He interrupted. “I compliment you all the time–”

“Teasing and joking doesn’t count.”

He fell silent, having been defeated. Then he muttered a quiet:

“I do think you’re cute.”

“Are we in grade school? Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming. Don’t actually pinch me, dickwad.” You warned before he could even raise his hand. He laughed.

“Can you take this seriously?”

“Oh, how the tables have turned. How does it feel, Tex? Annoying, huh?” You leaned slightly over the center console, poking him in the arm. “Now you know how it feels.”

“I don’t act like this,” he shot back.

“Yes you do. If only you could see yourself–”

“Okay, I get it,” he huffed exasperatedly.

“Oh, do you? I don’t think you do–”

You were cut off as he leaned over the center console, crashing his lips onto yours. You were startled, eyes wide as you quickly pushed him off. He looked confused, maybe even a little hurt, but he backed off instantly.

“What the hell was that?”

He shrugged. You mocked his shrug, throwing up your hands. He mimicked your movements, throwing his hands up as well.

You both looked at each other for a few tense seconds before leaning back in, kissing with fervor. Never in a million years did you think you’d be kissing Jake Seresin, yet here you were. And he initiated it.

You’d have to unpack that later.

You pulled back from him again, both of you catching your breaths. You turned away from him, shifting in your seat to face the windshield. You felt his eyes boring holes into the side of your head.

“Are you angry?” He asked.

“What? No. Why would I be angry?” You replied, turning back to face him.

“Okay, you’re being confusing. First you’re pulling away then you’re kissing me back then you’re turning away–”

“I’m waiting for you to get the message and drive so we don’t make-out in the parking lot of this bar, where all of your colleagues are currently at.”

“Oh,” he said, nodding as he finally turned the keys in the ignition.

Both of you sat in silence as he drove out of the parking lot. It wasn’t until you were almost at his apartment that you spoke again.

“Do I get a badge for kissing you? One that says: ‘I made-out with Jake Seresin and all I got was this stupid badge’?” You looked over at him with a straight face. He rolled his eyes.

“I don’t even know why I missed you,” he sighed as he pulled into a parking spot, putting the car in park and turning it off.

“Just shut up and kiss me again,” you told him as you slipped out of the car, meeting him at on the driver’s side.

“If you’ll be quiet, then gladly.”

You rolled your eyes, but you weren’t annoyed. Not in the slightest.

#glen powell #hangman fanfiction #hangman seresin x reader #hangman x y/n #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x y/n #top gun #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #fluff #best friends #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x you #hangman top gun #hangman fluff

[some-pers0n]

Hey guys I was gonna reblog to @avianreptiles's cool reblog thread of your current art WIPs (which you totally should do)(sharing art is cool) andddd I wanted to share something myself. But I didn't write it yet. I then got carried away with writing it. Here ya go.

It's a scene from my Albatross fic that I've been trying to figure out how to do for a while. It's framed as a oneshot for now, but yeah it'll be integrated later on. It features a dead wife and sad aromantic Albatross.

Reblogs are always appreciated!! I adore seeing the notes people leave behind. They make me giggle and kick my feet. I love you guys <33

Albatross never got the point of funerals. Others tried telling him that they were worth his time. "It's a celebration of life!" they would say. They'd frame it as a commendable event. That he should be happy that somebody is dead.

He couldn't imagine a place he wouldn't rather be than here, standing before her grave.

Marlin, his wife, had passed away a few days ago. Albatross was the one to find her. He will never forget the utter horror that was seeing her lying on the floor, bleeding out with a single cut on her neck. She was long gone by the time he got there. He tried everything he could, even desperately begging for his magic to somehow bring her back, but to no avail. She was lost.

It had been a blur from then and up until the funeral. A dazed state of vague emptiness. A fog of numbness. He hadn't cried since discovering her body, something he felt guilty for. Manta and Eel, their very own dragonets, had been bawling nonstop. Even Lagoon was weeping earlier. Surprising that she had emotions.

No, he shouldn't say that. Being petty gets him nowhere. She was so distraught over Marlin's death. Even if he found the ceremony obnoxiously long and overdramatic, especially when she got upset at him refusing to speak, he should be grateful he set this whole thing up. 

Marlin deserved a nice send-off. She deserved a lot better than what she got in life, so she deserved just as much in death.

The grave was in the center of one of the Island Palace's gardens. It was where they got married and was always her favourite spot. Echoes of memories flowed through him. The feeling of warmth watching her tend to the bushes and flowers. The sweetness of seeing Manta take up an interest in her mother's craft. She loved this area.

Now she's memorialized with a grave. A marble statue erected where her body was buried, complete with aquamarines for her eyes.

The sky was overcast and grey. The wind wasn't cold, but humid enough to be slightly uncomfortable. It was as though he was standing in a world where the life was drained from it. Any joy or hope that could've been had decayed.

It was late into the evening. Everyone had already gone up and left. Manta and Eel were put to bed an hour ago. The only one awake in this palace was Albatross himself. He didn't feel too happy with the service. Many mourned the loss of Marlin, but more than anything, Albatross wanted to spend it alone.

"I'm sorry," he said. He didn't know why he said it, but it felt better to hear his voice. "I'm sorry for, well, everything." He glanced at the bushes around them. Some were trampled and stomped on, disturbed by the guests. "I wanted a private event. I wanted it to be just me, the dragonets, and you. I didn't want it to be this whole thing. But, you know, Lagoon insisted." He scoffed.

The statue did not respond. He wasn't expecting it to, but the apathetic silence was deafening.

"A lot of things between us shouldn't have been as public as they were. Lagoon." A faint smile cracked across his snout. "You always said I should've been more assertive. Not let her push me around. And you're right. I really, really should have." 

His expression faded away. "You wouldn't have liked it being like this. I'm sorry about that. I should have been firm with her, but she just kept pushing about it and..." He winced. "She brought up her again. Used her as an argument against me, again. Then, she brought you up. She never said it, but I knew what she meant. She thinks I could've saved you. If I had been there, I could've protected you. I could've gotten to you before you died."

He sat down, folding his wings to his side. The words were spilling out of him. "And she's right. I'm a coward. A stupid, childish fool who's afraid of his own shadow. Because of it, I ruined Sapphire's life. Because of it, I let you die." He tapped his talons against the ground. "I don't think I could do anything to make it up to you for what I've done." 

He glanced up at the statue. He was met with the frozen stare of those teal gemstone eyes.

"You did more than I deserved, quite frankly. You gave me two wonderful dragonets. I cannot thank you enough. If there's one thing I could do for you, it's giving them a life that is better than ours. They are the light of my life." He smiled, lost in thought over them. "I'll be a good father."

He heavily sighed, his grin washed away. "It's a shame they came from Lagoon pressuring me. She wants another animus. Obvious why. I'm sorry that you were roped into all of this." He walked closer to the statue.

"Everything about us was dictated by her, really. Even our own marriage she arranged. Maybe, had you been luckier, you wouldn't have ended up with me. You could have had a lovely life with a better partner. A partner who...actually loved you."

His jaw quivered. "I was never clear about that, but I think you knew. You were the most beautiful dragon I've ever seen. You brought me more joy and happiness into my life than I deserved. But, even as I said my vows on that very night when we were wed, I lied." He bit his tongue. "I never felt more disgusted by myself when I told you 'I love you'. I didn't. I never did."

He blinked, feeling tears well up. "There's...something wrong with me." He looked at his talons. "I don't know whether it's this magic or something I was hatched with, but there's something deeply wrong with me. I wanted to love you. I treated you with so much care and respect. I liked you, Marlin. Every moment we spent together was one I cherished...but I never felt that spark."

His voice began to break. "Every day I wished that somehow I could fix myself. That one morning I would wake up and magically the hole in my heart and begin to feel any sort of attraction or love to you. That we could be together forever. End up like a couple in a storybook, where we rush off into the sunset forever, full of only love with one another."

He rested his head on the statue. "And I'm sorry that I'll never be able to give you that. You deserved someone who could love you in a way that meant something. You deserved a better life than what you were given, and I'm so...so sorry..."

He gave way to incoherent weeping, quietly murmuring to the statue the same thing over and over again. He was sorry. He couldn't do anything to fix it. He could only feel pity for himself. For being incapable of making a stand. For being incompetent when it came to social situations. For being a terrible, horrible partner.

Marlin was dead, and Albatross was left with nothing more than the cold, unfeeling statue that stood before her. As though her life was little more than a name on a garden decoration. A footnote in a long, long history of SeaWing royals. She would be forgotten by the sands of time.

So long as he lived, he would ensure she would be remembered. That, somehow, her story will be recounted even thousands of years later. It was the one thing he could promise.

#wof #wings of fire #albatross wof #wof fanfic #SP-writing

[magicalgirlsirin]

hi rly enjoyed ur post on elysian realm! ik ur a new fan (i am too) but i heard that before retcon, elysia was a lot more morally gray. would you happen to know how exactly?? im rly curious bc i think it would be a severe improvement obviously. we deserve complex women who do wrongs

So when I say retcon in relation to the elyrealm arc it's less so "things they changed because of the story evolving and wanting to expand previously established events" and more "things they straight up forgot about in service of making Elysia a herrscher". It's not like hi3 is a stranger to retcons though?

For example, Durandal being the "original" Kiana is a retcon. The fact that our Kiana was a clone remained the same, but it's clear from older story stuff (iirc it's Everlasting Memory/Theresa's chronicle set?; second eruption manga doesn't focus on the Kiana part) that Durandal wasn't originally there. Otto refers to Kiana as K-423, and that Theresa needs to retrieve her, which implies that Theresa knows it's not Siegfried and Cecilia's kid, but her distress remains the same. The later game retcon by Thus Spoke Apocalypse is that OG!Kiana and Siegfried were going to go retrieve K-423, but OG!Kiana ended up injured and so Siegfried only left with K-423. And if you're confused then so am I because the details don't really super line up with the presentation, but it's like, fine, because at the end of the day the current writing intention and trajectory is for Durandal and Kiana to be sisters, and to both be Siegfried's daughters.

Anyways, for Elysia, a lot of her retcons occur in a very rapid pace from the first realm chapter set to Elysium Everlasting. Like I mentioned in my last post, the herrscher reveal is nonsense just going off of basic information like the fact she received MANTIS surgery like all the other Flame Chasers. However, there are other plot threads that are completely dropped for the sake of making Elysia a very special good girl who you should love because she's so nice and never did anything bad.

[About Betrayal 1 - Chapter 2]

[About Betrayal 2 - Chapter 2]

Elysia the traitor plot is something I was, well not hopeful for (a friend had already warned me that the game wouldn't do anything interesting with it] but I still ended up mulling it over a lot because it was such an interesting hinge piece for her initial presentation.

What stands out to me is the phrasing. Kevin says she never endangered humanity even if she was a traitor. Kevin says that Elysia made a decision. This implies agency, like Elysia was actively choosing to do something dangerous for the sake of the Flame Chasers. However, if Elysia was a herrscher from the beginning, then none of this makes sense. She doesn't choose to be a herrscher if she was one from the beginning, so why even make it seem like her betrayal was her choice at all?

[Traitor - Chapter 1]

It doesn't stop there though. Mobius' active disdain implies that whatever choice Elysia made, it was enough to make Mobius of all people consider her a lost cause. Mobius, who body mods and injects honkai energy into anyone with a pulse (hyperbole) to try and make humanity last just the slightest bit longer.

[Traitor - Chapter 1]

Mobius wants us to doubt Elysia's intentions. If you go through all their shared information, you'll find that the worst Elysia really does is just... coerce Mobi to wear pink dresses, and while that is obnoxious, it wouldn't warrant utter contempt for Elysia as a person.

There's actually a lot of stray text that implies there's something wrong about Elysia's existence, which I guess in generous terms could be interpreted as setup for the herrscher reveal? But it just feels like it's just there to add to the mystery that won't go anywhere.

[The Blind Spot - Recollection]

This right here nags at me. Deeply so. Elysia isn't so much a character as much as she is just a concept, the idea of a story that could be told. Not even in the canon-compliant weird endgame hook meta-textual breakout in Transcending Finality about the power of stories... Although, there's a way to introduce it here and tie it to Elysia to give some semblance of connectivity.

I went this long without actually giving my thoughts on how to make Elysia's writing good though. Disclaimer for clarity sake I know not everyone will agree with the changes I want to make and I'm also not claiming to be a more skilled writer than anyone in the hi3 team, they're all people with enough talent to be employed by the company.

That out of the way.

This isn't so much about making Elysia morally grey as much as it is about giving her an emotional core, because right now she's pretty hollow. Rather than a pristine girl who never did anything wrong, I'd rather cast her as a romantic, tragic heroine who would move heaven and fate just to seem noble.

Elysia was born human. Maybe she loved stories, and how they transported her to far off places, far far far away from the tiny town she was growing up in. When she was old enough, she traveled the world. Honkai descends. Because she was a globe trotter she ended up connected to many people, and was given the chance to join the MOTH organization. She gets MANTIS surgery. As the number of soon-to-be Flame Chasers grow, discussion begins about if the strength of the soldiers is enough.

'Maybe, if I had power comparable to a herrscher, we could fight with less casualties.'

She doesn't say this out loud, of course. It's a dangerous thought, a line that shouldn't be crossed. But she's curious. She breaks into Mobius' lab [Miss Pink Spy - Pristine Memory] to find the information she wants. Mobius figures out her intentions and warns Elysia off. It's not even in consideration, so keep whatever plan you have in mind off the table before you do something irreversible.

Mobius thought that Elysia gave up on the plan after the seventh erruption. The haunted look behind Kevin's eyes, the sadness creasing Elysia's face, all of it makes it seem like a simple consideration forgotten by the sands of time.

Elysia doesn't have a discipline. She told Dr. Mei it wasn't needed since her combat performance was well above standard margins anyways. (She is on par with Kevin in strength, after all.) At least, we all thought she didn't. A deal is made with Aponia.

Aponia, Aponia, apostle of fate, I offer you my 'humanity' to become a 'story'.

Elysia cannot receive any more disciplines. The target has to be "human". Elysia as a story, unchanging, pristine, capable of remaining as she is without blemish, can reach out and become a herrscher while remaining herself. She's desperate. She wants to help. She reaches into the deep, the start of the universe, and gathers the power. She names it Origin, since it's something she found at the source.

She's a herrscher.

Herrschers are an enemy of humanity.

Kevin runs her through with Shamash.

Elysia is still herself though, talking like she would as usual.

-Oh Kevin, I wanted to know if your tears would freeze, but I was hoping it wouldn't be like this. They're so warm, though. Thank you for crying for me.

-I see no herrscher here, just... the flame chaser, bearing the signet of ego.

The Elysian Realm keeps a secret. Aponia keeps it, the fact that Elysia gave up her humanity. The final banquet? A polite way to refer to Elysia's own demise.

It's sad, isn't it? That strength she wanted to give fell right through her fingers. Her own undoing, the desperate plan of a foolish girl who wanted to be a hero, but only ending up as a villain to oppose. It's so much more meaningful, then, that Elysia's gift, the power of sapience, is kept on to the next cycle of humanity. Held again, the power of ego, of humans, to someone with a kind heart to move beyond the past she's trapped in. Thank you, Raiden Mei, for carrying on the ideals of the thirteen trailblazers, the moths who chase the flame.

so anyways yeah i think elysia couldve been interesting whos to say

#dazzling nova #honkai impact 3rd #raiden mei #kevin kaslana #hi3 elysia #elysian realm #bianka ataegina #kiana kaslana

[blade-that-was-broken]

Your Soldier On AU gives me brainworms! While re reading it I suddenly remembered this video clip of soldiers graduating and that they're NOT allowed to move at all unless someone taps them (usually family)

So I then imagine Soldier JD just standing there surrounded by people having family reunions while he just.... silently accepts that no one will show up.

To make it less sad, Delta (who probably graduated with him) decided to be the one to tap him out and give him a big hug. (He deserves it)

He knew no one was coming.

He really knew it but that didn’t stop his heart from wishing, having that tiny little wishful thinking that someone would find him. That someone would appear out of nowhere and come up to him.

It wouldn’t happen.

He should have expected it.

He hadn’t seen any of his brothers in years.

He wasn’t able to find any of his brothers. He thought perhaps, on his own, he could search and find them. But he is no detective and well, he was never as smart as Clay or as intuitive as Floyd or as charming as Bruce. He tried not to think about what kind of person Branch would be. A person he would probably never get to know.

Here he was in the very last moment. After this, he didn’t have anyone left.

There was nothing else.

John Dory stood in line with his graduating class, staring straight ahead, letting his eyes blur a little. He didn’t pay attention to the family members that were bringing their loved ones into a tight embrace. He couldn’t watch. He knew he’d be standing like this for the entire length of the ceremony.

He didn’t have anyone. There was no one left. He hadn’t had anyone in years. It was okay, he figured this would be the end anyways.

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before opening them again. He blinked blankly, finding one of his classmates stand in front of him. Most of the others had been tapped out, with their families, her included. She stood in front of him and it room everything he had not to let his face scrunch up in confusion.

“I’ve got you Dory,” she promised, seriously.

Delta Dawn was bound to be a masterful soldier, practically at the top of her class. She had the patience and the discipline and the strength. She was smart, tough and was great with a plan. No one would have expected her to befriend the bland, average and slightly scrappy idiot who had no where else to go. John didn’t know how it happened either. It just kind of did.

It would be no surprise if they were stationed together in the same place. They made each other better, somehow, and people noticed.

He hoped they were stationed in the same place.

She wasn’t supposed to be a soldier, her parents wanted her to follow her father’s footsteps as a politician but she was gone before they could blink.

Taking another breath, he was forced to have his vision full of her slate blue gray eyes and red hair pulled back under her cap. She stared at him, serious but still soft. She was tough as nails that one, tougher even, but for some reason John would probably never understand, she had a soft spot for him. Who was he to judge? He had a soft spot for her too. He’d probably do just about almost anything for her.

“I’ve got you John Dory,” she repeated, giving his shoulder a quick tap before grabbing his hand and pulling him in a tight hug. “It’s forever now, Dory,” she whispered.

John’s eyes filled with tears as he wrapped his arms back around her, squeezing tight. He knew Delta’s sister was nearby, probably the presence by his side that seemed to brush up against him.

“I know I’m not them,” Delta continued, right into the crook of his neck. “But you aren’t getting rid of me, Dory. During service and after. You can count on it.”

He took a breath.

“You can count on me, Dawn,” John Dory promised, quietly. “You can count on me.”

#soldier on au #I had to make it less sad #but guess what??? canon to the au now #John Dory #Delta Dawn #haha I finished before beddddd #he gives me feelings #idc if this is accurate or not #I do not pay attention to my cousins military career

[lou-struck]

A Sweet Delivery

Tamaki Amajiki x reader

~Tamaki is on a mission, but he still manages to surprise you after you get a promotion at work.

WC: 1.8k

A/n: Awhile back I was writing this as an entry for one of my event prompts but it became an idea of it's own so I had to tuck it away for another day.

What’s the point of receiving good news if you don’t have anyone to celebrate it with?

You have been up for a promotion at your job for quite some time now, and finally, after months of ass-kissing and hard work. You landed the position, but you don’t feel like celebrating right now. 

How could you? 

Tamaki is out of town on a mission, and you have no idea when he is coming back…

The mission he is on is pretty low profile, so you don’t know too much about it, but the one thing you do know is that he is safe and unharmed. This is the best possible news, but sometimes you wonder how safe it is safe? 

You continue to worry your whole drive home, only stopping to take a breath once you are back inside your lonely apartment. The two of you usually share. You sigh, leaning against the front door and peeling off your shoes and letting them drop to the ground instead of placing them nicely in their usual spot. 

It’s just not the same without your Suneater.

You wish he was here; he would’ve given you that adorable wobbly half-smile of his and praised you for a well-done job. He always knows just what to say to make you feel seen and appreciated. It’s one of the many things you love about him.

It’s the eager knocking at the front door that pulls you from your thoughts. You walk quickly across the room and twist the knob slowly to reveal a delivery girl with a long clipboard. A large beige wagon of packages sits behind her. “Can I help you?” you ask kindly, wondering in the back of your mind if you remember ordering anything special.

“Hi there, are you…” she looks down and reads off of her notepad. “Y/n?”

“That’s me,” you reply. “Can I help you with something?”

“Yes, actually, I have something for you,” she smiles, gesturing to the large Pink and Bown spotted box that rests on the top of her delivery wagon. The white lettering printed on the top says it’s from your favorite bakery you go to with Tamaki. 

“Wait, what’s this?” you ask as she gently places the box into your hands. It’s much heavier than you thought it would be. 

“It’s a delivery?” the girl sends you a sarcastic tight-lipped smile. 

“I know that,” you chuckle. “I just don’t remember ordering anything.”

“Someone probably just ordered it for you then,” she says, handing you the clipboard, “Sign here, please.”

You scribble on the dotted line and hand it back to the girl who seems to have a lot on her plate. She takes it and smiles before dragging the wagon down the hall and to the elevator, leaving you alone with what feels like 40 pounds of mysterious pastries.

“What are you?” you say aloud, bringing the box over to your kitchen counter, tearing through the delivery seal, and flipping open the paper lid. 

The first thing you see is a white envelope taped to the underside of the lid, 

Butterfly,

Congratulations on getting that promotion; no one deserves it more than you do

I wish I could be there with you to celebrate, but I thought that If I got you something sweet, you might think of me. 

I know it’s not the same, but I’ll have good service tonight, so if you want to video chat.

~Tamaki

His words make your heart flutter as you set the card next to the open box. You have no idea how he managed to find out about your promotion, but you don’t care. You get to see his face tonight.

Eagerly you rush over to the couch and pull your laptop out from under it. Wanting to call him as soon as possible. So you can go through the box of sweets together; Tamaki loves getting you little treats, so it’s only fair for him to be semi-present when you go through them.

The dull ringing sound of the video chat spills out from your speaker, and you do a quick one-over of your reflection on the screen, checking that you don’t have any bats in the cave.

The screen buffers for just a minute, and you back away from the camera. Hopefully, the first thing he saw was not the inside of your nose.

You forget about your worries as soon as his face appears on your screen, his dark eyes are not looking directly into the camera, but they still light up a bit when he sees your face. You scan his own quickly, looking for any sign of injury or illness, finding none. 

“Hi there,” you beam. “I’ve missed you, Tamaki.”

Your sincerity sends a shiver through the Hero as he glances shyly away from the screen. “I-i’ve missed you too, Butterfly. Congratulations on the promotion. Did you get your present?”

You are smiling so. Happily, it’s getting hard to see your boyfriend on the screen, “I did, and I wanted to open the box with you on the call, so I haven’t seen what you got me yet.”

His shoulders slump, and he smiles softly; even just being on call with you like this makes him feel more normal. He may not be comfortable expressing all his feelings toward you yet, but you mean more to him than anything else. 

“Then you should open it,” he says. “I wanted to get you all your favorites.”

You curiously peel off the top layer of tissue paper at his request. A bit of frosting sticks to the top, but otherwise, the pull was clean. With the paper out of the way, you see dozens of mouth-wateringly delicious-looking baked goods. Buns, sweetbreads, and more call out to you, their fresh scent making it seem as if you had died and gone to heaven.

“Tama,” you breathe, unconsciously wiping a bit of drool from your lip. “This is too much; how did you manage to get all of this together in such a short amount of time?”

Through the screen, you see the tips of his ears turning pink, “I ordered the box from the bakery a week ago.” he says earnestly. “You are just so amazing and capable; I knew you would be the one to get the promotion.”

“You did?” you ask, letting a giddy little giggle leave your lips. “That was bold of you; what would’ve happened if I didn’t get it?”

“I-I don’t know.” he stammers, “It was in the moment, and I was so focused on picking out all your favorite treats I forgot about it. I know it was a bit stupid of me.”

Your muscles twitch in lovesick anticipation; never in your life have you wanted to hold someone in your arms so badly. “I thought it was very cute of you. I miss you so much.”

The tips of his ears twitch slightly, and the blush on his cheeks from earlier settles to a nice shade of pink that suits him perfectly. “I miss you too.”

“When you get back, we can celebrate together,” you say hopefully. The statement was well-meaning, of course, but as his face falls, you regret it.

“I should be there now,” he mumbles quietly; the sound comes out just above the humming of your laptop fan.

You feel horrible. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that you are doing a lot of good. I’m just being selfish.”

He looks just as worried as you do. “No, don’t apologize; I just wish I could be there for you when things like this happen.” he sighs, “This mission is taking forever; I wanna go home.” He says those words longingly, sinking into the collar of his jacket, but you can’t help but think he looks a bit like a turtle, the way he is shrinking into his metaphorical shell.

“You’ll be home soon,” you smile. “And then we can go out and celebrate the both of us.”

“Both of us?” he asks, looking a bit confused.

“Both of us,” you repeat. “After all, when you come home, it means that you will have completed your mission and helped a bunch of people; that is something worth celebrating.”

“I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting then,” he smiles, his eyes lighting up with well-deserved confidence.

“Glad to hear it,” you say, your eyes falling to the box of sweets. “I can wait to eat these too, so we can try them together.”

His eyes go wide, “Don’t do that.” he says suddenly. “They won’t taste as good if you wait that long; you should try them all, and then we can go back to the bakery, and you can show me the best ones.”

He is just too sweet; sometimes, you wonder if he raises your blood sugar. “You’ve got a deal; I’ll make notes and ~” Before you can finish your sentence, you are interrupted by some muffled shouting and noise that takes Tamaki’s attention away from you.

He presses the mute button and nods seriously at whoever is talking to him. Going into full hero mode instantly. You know what’s coming…

After a few minutes of trying and failing to read his lips to try and figure out what is going on on his end, he turns his attention back to the screen and unmutes himself. “I- guess I have to go now,” he says sullenly. “I think we are going to the next phase of the mission. I don’t want to leave you, but I~.”

“I understand,” you say, hiding the disappointment in your voice surprisingly well. “Go and be a Hero.”

“If everything goes well, I think I’ll be back in a few days,” he says hopefully, fiddling with a few of the latches and zippers on his hero suit. 

“That’s great news,” you say earnestly. “I love you so much, Tamaki; please, please be safe. “

“I’ll do my best,” he breathes, shifting a bit in his seat. He can never promise such a thing, but he will do what he can to make it home safe for you. “I love you too.” just as the screen goes dark. 

Now alone in your room, you look down at the box of sweets he got for you. If Tamaki took the time to pick each one out for you, it’s only fair to try one now and satiate that sweet tooth of yours.

But which one shall you try?

The number of options in front of you is almost overwhelming, but you find yourself drawn to a Yellow bundt cake with a deep violet-colored icing. The Violet coloring reminds you of your boyfriend. Curiously you read the key card that tells you what each sweet is and learn it is a Lemon Lavender Bundt cake. 

As you bite into the treat, your taste buds are kissed by a beautiful combination of tart lemon batter and the floral sweetness of the lavender. It may just be one of the best things you have ever had in your life. 

But what makes it taste even better is that Tamaki got it for you.

#bnha #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #tamaki amajiki #bnha x you #tamaki amajiki x reader #amajiki x reader #tamaki amakiji #amajiki tamaki #tamaki x reader #mha tamaki #bnha tamaki