#sigh when will i shut up hmmmm

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: just the three of us

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: G

genre: romance, fluff

pairing: alastor x reader x lucifer (radioapple x reader)

summary: when someone destroys part of the new hotel, specifically aiming for charlie, the age old question of where will everyone sleep is asked. don’t worry, alastor and lucifer have a plan… surprisingly.

After the last extermination fight and the newly renovated hotel, sinners flocked to the hotel in droves. To the point that tonight, as you checked the last person in, there were no more rooms.

“That is going to be a problem as we get further along…” you murmur, reshuffling the paperwork you needed to file.

“What is a problem, my dear?” Alastor’s voice suddenly rang out near the checkin counter and you turned to look at him, not reacting to his sudden appearance as he had done this so many times, you were used to it. You looked at him seeing him dressed down, jacket gone, for the night and blushed, quickly turning away, busying yourself with fixing the paperwork.

“We’re all out of rooms tonight Alastor. It’ll be an issue because eventually we may need to expand the hotel to fit everyone.” You explained.

“Hmmmm…” Alastor glanced over to Lucifer who was fixing a drape for some reason as you turned back to Alastor. “That will be his problem then.” He smiled at you and you gave him a thumbs up, stashing the paperwork in the right drawer and locking it up. You handed the keys to Alastor and walked around the counter and sighed.

“I am so excited to-“ You were suddenly cut off as Charlie came running down the stairs, calling your name and crying a bunch of “I’m so sorry!” with it. She collided against you and hugged you and you hugged her in return on instinct.

“Charlie, what’s up?” You ask, worried for her as she keeps apologizing.

“Charlie, come now. We can’t help if we don’t know what’s happened.” Alastor said, as gently as Alastor could. You look at Alastor and then at Lucifer who had joined you hearing his daughter wailing.

“I-They-Your room!” Charlie got out, still crying.

“Okay. What’s wrong with my room Char?” You ask gently, holding her shoulders concerned.

“It’s destroyed!” She cries, Vaggie now coming down the staircase out of breath.

“Yeah, half of the 30th floor is gone. Everyone’s okay, Fat Nuggets is safe too. But it’s gone.” Vaggie explained.

“Does that include-“ Alastor begins and stops when Vaggie nods her head.

“It includes your room too Alastor.” Vaggie said, looking at Alastor as annoyance shined across his face.

“Who did this?” Alastor ground out.

“It’s nothing I can’t fix!” Lucifer exclaimed and Charlie cried harder. You looked at Lucifer and smiled as a way to say ‘thank you’ for trying to fix whatever was happening, his eyes widening a bit and a blush staining his cheeks. Vaggie looked and landed on you as the best person to talk to as Alastor was seething to your right.

“So, why can’t Lucifer fix the floor Vaggie?” You ask, consoling Charlie as Lucifer looked confused at what you said, opening his mouth to explain, he just said he could fix it.

“The type of… magic… that is up there… needs to dissipate before anyone can go near it again.” Vaggie explained. Lucifer and Alastor squinted at Vaggie, trying to understand.

“What happened?” You ask, more confused than anything.

“Someone left something for Charlie, a gift, and when she picked it up I heard ticking so I threw it-“ Vaggie started, Lucifer gasping and his hand now resting on Charlie’s head protectively.

“Into my room?” You ask.

“Yeah,” Vaggie nodded. “I knew you weren’t in there. I got everyone out of that side and when it went off, well, a very strong aphrodisiac, it’s pink so I’m going to take a guess there, was set loose. Everyone’s fine, no ones affected and everyone above the floor has been given guidance to keep their windows shut and to alert us if they feel any symptoms. But it took out part of the building and it’s lingering. We were able to contain it so it won’t seep into the hotel either.” Alastor’s face with a still ever present smile looked disgusted and displeased.

“That was intended to hurt you and Charlie then, you know that?” You ask, clutching Charlie tighter, looking at Lucifer whose face looked grim.

“I know. It means that they know what floor we’re on, and what room was ours.” Vaggie confirmed.

“We’ll need to make better schematics when we rebuild.” Alastor glanced at Lucifer, pointedly staring at him.

“Regardless, they knew what floor the staff was on too, it was to take all of us out. We’ll need to put protections in place.” You murmur as you guide Charlie to the couch. “We’ll have to deal with it in the morning though. Are there protections that can be put on the hotel and specifically staff?” You turn to ask Lucifer and Alastor. They both nod, saying yes at the same time and then eyeing eachother.

“Okay. Please, work together to put them in place.” Both nodded and went off discussing amongst themselves “Vaggie, do we have places for those displaced?” You ask, your hand absent mindedly petting Charlie’s head.

“Everyone except for Husk, Angel, myself, Charlie, Pentious and Nifty.” Vaggie explained.

“Myself and Alastor as well.” I add and Vaggie nods. Suddenly, both Alastor and Lucifer come back, and Alastor suggests, “Why don’t Husker, Angel, Charlie, Pentious and Nifty as well as yourself, Vaggie, sleep in the common area here. We can create it as a room for now until we can access the damage tomorrow.”

“What about our rooms and sleeping places, Alastor?” You ask, looking at him like he’d gone off his rocker.

“Oh, you can come sleep in my quarters!” Lucifer pipes up, smiling. No one else seems to feel that Alastor or Lucifer’s sudden agreement on this was strange. You don’t have time to think about it though as the crew comes down and Vaggie explains the proposition. There are cheers of “movie night” and running to grab snacks.

You look down to see Charlie gone and look up to see her and Lucifer talking. You sigh, feeling the day suddenly catch up to you, when you feel Alastor murmur to you, “Why don’t you go upstairs?” You look to him confused.

“Go on little doe, we’ll get everyone situated down here. You’re off duty now.” Alastor says pushing you toward the other staircase. You sigh, thinking Alastor is acting weird and wave as those in the common area yell good night, seemingly taking this turn of events well. You walk up the stairs, and feel exhausted from the day. Your mind wondering to who could have placed something like that up there.

You hesitate outside of the door to Lucifer’s quarters, you know that he said y’all would be sleeping there but it still felt odd. You sighed and walked in, admiring how expansive it was before seeing a very comfy looking couch across from the bed. You snickered to yourself, knowing you’d be falling asleep in a matter of minutes and then Alastor and Lucifer would have to share a bed.

“What’s better than a get along shirt? A get along bed.” You chuckle as you collapse onto the couch and are swept off into a dreamless sleep.

———•———•———

You slowly awake to arguing and whispers. You open your eyes to two pairs of eyes staring down at you. You yelp and then fall off the couch, landing on top of Lucifer. His cheeks aflame as he stared at you. You realize that your top is in his hands and there’s a new top in Alastor’s hands. Both of them are in pajamas, and staring at you wide eyed.

“Why am I undressed?” You ask confused.

“Well, you see… you looked uncomfortable and so we wanted to make you more comfortable and so we just grabbed new clothes for you and were going-“ Lucifer started rambling before Alastor cut him off.

“We wanted to ensure your comfort dear, so we were going to change you. We weren’t looking at anything, gentleman’s promise.” Alastor said, softer than he normally spoke. You, awake enough now, looked at both of them. The air in the room was tense and they both looked partially guilty, and while also anxious.

“I don’t care if you were looking, jeez.” Their eyes widen at that. “I don’t know why you’re being both, so weird.” You say, leaning over and grabbing the shirt from Alastor and then coming back to where you were sitting putting it on. You move around a bit and shimmy to get the shirt that is huge on you actually situated when suddenly Lucifer’s hands go to your hips digging in and stop you moving. His breaths were heavy and his eyes lidded.

“Please-“ he breathed. “Stop moving.” You looked down and realized you were straddling him as you yelped in shock and shot yourself over to Alastor, Lucifer whining at the loss of contact, as you accidentally land between Alastor’s legs, your upper back right against him. He grunts and you look up at him, his cheeks aflame a gorgeous red and you realize what you’ve done again, so you leap away from both of them sitting on the floor near the edge of the couch.

“I am so so sorry. I am so sorry.” You’re muttering and hold your head in your hands. You’re quiet and can’t even look at them, the pajama shirt they were handing you askew and your work pants still on. Suddenly, you feel a cool hand on your cheek, guiding you to look up. You see Lucifer who had crawled over to comfort you and Alastor still on the couch, blush evident on his cheeks.

“If you wanted us so badly, you don’t have to throw yourself at us.” Lucifer chuckled, seeing you curl further into yourself muttering apologies. “You’re so smart you know that?” Lucifer murmured. His hand resting on your cheek now, thumb rubbing against your cheek bone, drawing your face to look at him. “You knew our little plan down there… You knew something wasn’t right.” he explains and your eyes widen.

“Your little plan… ‘our’ little plan… You worked together?” You ask incredulously. Lucifer and Alastor exchange a glance and then both chuckle.

“That is what she would be worried about, hmmm.” Alastor said, looking at you both.

“I don’t understand. Did you place something to ruin the hotel?” You say looking at them both like they are crazy.

“No!” Alastor exclaimed.

“No, no. Our plan after that happened, of sharing a room with you so we could talk. We wanted to do this in a different fashion but, you seem to have caught both our eyes, my duckling.” Lucifer explained and your eyes went wide.

“You both…” You trailed off not finishing the thought. “Seriously? You’re doing this right now?” You ask both of them. They both nod and you blanch.

“Strike while the iron’s hot and all that.” Alastor quips. You look at both of them, your heart feeling like it would burst and then your stomach drops coming to a realization they may want you to choose between them.

“I’m not choosing between either of you, nor will I allow this to be a competition. I value our friendships far too much for that, so if this is what this is, I’ll be going down with the others.” You say as you try and get up. Lucifer stops you though as Alastor gently places his hand on your shoulder, stopping you and explains, “You misunderstand us dear. We don’t want you to choose. We talked about it and we would both like to date you… simultaneously.” Alastor explained. Lucifer nods as they both watch your expression. You blink a few times, your mind not processing.

“Why me? I’m just… me. I’m a sinner. I’m not even an overlord. No one important.” You murmur, not looking at them again. There’s a sigh and Alastor lifts your face.

“You’re important to me, chère.” He whispers, almost like if he didn’t say it out loud then no one else could hear the weakness he was admitting to.

“You’re very important to me.” Lucifer says, guiding you to look at him as you realize that both Alastor and Lucifer’s fingers were interlocked on your chin and your heart fluttered. “You helped me see the light, when all I saw was a dark cage. You and Charlie did that.” He explains, his eyes brilliant in conviction and leans down and kisses the corner of your mouth. You gasp as his eyes widen and he looks a bit sheepish while Alastor stared accusingly at Lucifer.

“And Al, you’re okay with this?” You ask. “I don’t want anything to make you-either of you really, but I think Lucifer would be more open to all of this in this situation- but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Or this make you uncomfortable. Or anything. And honestly, I’d rather go downstairs and pretend this didn’t happen, if you both were uncomfortable because again I value your friendship and you both mean a lot to me-“ You ramble on until Alastor puts his hand over your mouth, stopping your words, your cheeks blazing at the proximity.

“If I wasn’t comfortable, I wouldn’t be here right now.” Alastor asks, finally sitting on the floor with both you and Lucifer, Alastor kneeling in front of you and bending down a bit.

“Are you comfortable with this idea though?” Lucifer asked, his hand trailing to yours. “You’ve spoke about our comfort-which I am okay with all of this, surprisingly…” Lucifer says eyeing Alastor. “But are you okay with this? All three of us being together?”

“Well, I mean, it’s kind of sudden, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t like you both. Quite honestly it left me desperately hopeless because I couldn’t just choose either of you. That’s been going on for like at least six months though.” Both pairs of eyes widen looking at you. “But what about this?” You ask motioning between them. “I have to be honest when this is probably the most surprising revelation of the whole evening.”

“You know what they say, hate makes the heart grow fond.” Alastor smiles sarcastically at Lucifer.

“That’s not-never mind…” Lucifer looks at you. “We realized about a month ago that we respected eachother more than what we had let on, and in that conversation we both revealed to each other that we cared for you.. amongst other things.” Lucifer explained, looking at Alastor, a red tinge on his cheeks and started getting up, you looked at him confused, but he offered both you and Alastor a hand. Both you and Alastor grabbed Lucifer’s hands and got up, as Lucifer continued talking. “Whiskey does wonders on getting people to talk. So, we then wanted to know if there was an opportunity that you reciprocated feelings for at least one of us.”

“Color us surprised when we realized you did, but for both of us.” Alastor added on as he followed the King of Hell to the bed.

“How did you know though?” You ask genuinely curious as you hopped on the bed, looking at both of them. “I tried to not show anything at all.”

“A certain spider spilled.” Alastor grinned.

“Angel.” You looked unimpressed.

“We then realized that we had a unique opportunity.” Alastor explained.

“So, we decided that if we didn’t have to make you choose and could-“ Lucifer started.

“Both court you, then it was the most ideal outcome. Especially considering if this became public…” Alastor trailed off, his grin becoming strained.

“If this became public you would be target number one for a lot of people who wish to harm me or Alastor. Heaven and the Vees included. And Charlie is currently one of those targets as well.” Lucifer expanded on the point already made. “So what better than to have two of the arguably most powerful men at your service?” Lucifer exclaimed at the end. Alastor eyed his theatrics and rolled his eyes.

“Well, I mean that’s hot.” You say unthinkingly and then feel your face turn warm as you look up at both Alastor and Lucifer who are wide eyed. “I mean- uh…” You clear your throat. “That’s very very logical.”

Alastor laughs and leans over, invading your personal space. “If you think that’s… as you said, hot, we can show you something more.” His grin widens, mischievous. You hear a groan across from you and see Lucifer, blushing.

“That was hot.” He says and you can’t help but laugh. Which turns into a yawn.

“Come, let us sleep, we can talk more about this in the morning.” Alastor explains drawing you up to the pillows and laying on your right side.

“Hey! I normally lay on the right side of the bed!” Lucifer exclaims. “You KNOW that.” He looks actually upset as Alastor just switches the pillows.

“Right as rain then?” Alastor says sweetly, looking at Lucifer. You feel Alastor’s arm gently being placed on your waist. “Is this all right darling?” You nod and look at Lucifer. You open your arms for him and he smiles, cuddling up and facing you.

“Can we sleep like this every night?” You ask, half asleep, but feeling so comfortable.

“Of course dear.” Alastor murmurs.

“Every single night.” Lucifer confirms. You feel Lucifer’s hand reach around you and feel it move like he was petting something. You understood quickly as Alastor growled. He had pet Alastor.

“Don’t pet me, you under grown circus clown.” Alastor threatens as he stiffens against you, feeling and hearing Lucifer chuckling.

“Both of you behave.” You murmur, close to the sweet embrace of sleep, still half wondering how everything fit together so quickly, but you had once heard that when it’s right everything just comes together perfectly.

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[eddiemunsonw]

Snow Storm

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Summary: You're on a 'date'. Sort of. You're really not feeling it, especially when you realize that the guy has been lying. Steve, witnessing it all during his shift at Family Video, is more than happy to meddle a little.

CW/Disclaimer: Hmmmm things start to get a little heated and sexy but nothing too dramatic. So... idk. Mention of porn?

Author's note: I have a tendency to post fics out of their season, it seems

Words: 3435

Steve’s POV

He watched as your eyes followed the section of horror movies slowly, scanning each title to try and remember if you had seen them before. Next to you, a guy stood impatiently as he eyed the curtain that separated the adult section. Steve watched with interest, as it was all that was currently happening in the store apart from a regular who looked into the slapstick classics on the other side.

“Come on, I just wanna see.”

The guy sighed, nudged you with his arm. You were having none of it and Steve couldn’t help but wear an amused smile. Eventually, when you had picked out two movies, you followed him towards the curtain. Steve, feeling particularly menacing today, quickly left the counter and approached the curtain just in time.

“Hello there! ID’s please.”

He held his hand open and you took it out immediately, showing that you were 23, a year younger than he was. When the guy handed it over with some reluctance, his curiosity piqued.

“Oof, sorry dude, can’t let you in. It’s 21+”

“What? Since when?” the guy responded, but Steve clocked something much more interesting.

“Clark… You said you were 24. Jesus this is why I never wanna say my age first,” you groaned and rolled your eyes. Steve bit down on his lip to stop himself from smiling, but it was too hard not to.

“Damn, why’d you have to lie to the lady? That’s not cool,” Steve added on.

Your POV

“You weren’t supposed to know. Now come on,” Clark mumbled and attempted to pass the curtain but Steve quickly moved in between, the smooth glide of his body grabbing your attention.

“Still a no, Bud.”

You were already tired of his pushy behavior earlier, so while Steve had him occupied, you entered the adult section. You didn’t even want to go in there, but it was better than staying.

“Grab some deepthroating! And some lesbian porn?”

Steve’s POV

Steve shook his head at him as he leaned against the wall right next to the curtain.

“Jesus, dude. Are you trying to make her run away from you even harder?”

“Shut up,” Clark grumbled, side eyeing him with annoyance.

“Hm, no,” Steve said, a small smile on his face. “Not for a pipsqueak like you.”

“Oh fuck off, says the failed jock whose daddy no longer funds him so he has to do a shitty job like this one, the highlight of his day being to be a total asshole to a guy trying to have sex with a girl.”

Steve stared ahead of him, taking a deep inhale before replying.

“Yeah. Sure. That’s a neat description of you and me both. Emphasis on the trying.”

“The day’s not over yet.”

“Oh but it is, pipsqueak. Cause you’re gonna turn around and leave now.”

They looked at each other, eyes dark and challenging. Steve wasn’t sure what came over him. He just knew that he needed to do you the favor of getting rid of him.

“The hell I am,” Clark bristled.

Steve chuckled darkly. Woah, when did he become this super villain huh? Hmm. Interesting.

“Oh you are. She wants you gone and so do I.”

“You don’t know shit about what she wants.”

“Let me go ask,” Steve said as his hand lazily slid the curtain aside. “What’s her name again?” he asked, pretending like he hadn’t checked your name on your ID. He didn’t wait for his answer and walked behind the curtain despite his protests. This, however, made him miss out on the emergency alert on the radio.

“We interrupt your favorite tunes for an important message. The blizzard is getting worse. If you haven’t yet, go home. Chances are you won’t be able to if you wait much longer.”

Clark, however, did. Besides, he wasn’t that much of an idiot. He knew he had lost his chances with you the moment he tried to get you to grab his favorite porn videos. Whatever.

Your POV

“So… see anything you like?”

His voice startled you, but at the same time it was met with relief from your end that it wasn’t Clark. Steve slowly walked closer and quickly noticed you didn’t seem interested in any of it in the slightest and chuckled.

“Or are you just planning to stay here forever until he leaves?”

You shrugged.

“Something like that. Also, you don’t just ask a lady about her favorite porn, Harrington.”

Delighted by your response, he cocked his hip against the wall as he crossed his arms with a grin.

“I mean… we both already know Clark’s…” Steve said jokingly, earning a smile from you.

“All men are the same,” you sighed. Steve pouted and scanned the titles for something interesting.

“You say that now but… wait until you find out that my favorite is actually… Granny getting a— nope, nope, forget I started that sentence,” Steve said quickly as he put back the tape he just had in his hands.

“All the grannies over the world are crying right now,” you said sadly, a smile on your lips.

“Too bad, I’ve set my eye on girls who actually are the age they say they are.”

“I’ll admit that’s the most interesting belated opening line I’ve ever heard,” you said dryly.

“As long as it catches your intrigue, I’m satisfied,” Steve said with a playful, cocky grin.

You grabbed a tape and smirked, holding it out for him.

“So I’m guessing you don’t need yourself a… Satisfyer 2.0, then?” You asked, holding up the tape which had sensual “instructions” for a vibrator.

Steve laughed and shook his head.

“These satisfy just fine,” Steve said, holding up his hands. Your mind drifted off to what he could do with those big hands. Not just to himself but to—

“… left?”

Steve had apparently just asked you a question.

“Huh?”

He smirked and nodded towards the curtain.

“I think he left. Just heard the bell above the door.”

“Maybe someone came in though…” you wondered out loud.

“Maybe. I’ll go check.” He spun on his heel and approached the curtain when—

“Wait—” It was out before you knew it. Steve halted, turned back around and looked at you patiently.

“Yeah?”

“If he is in fact not gone, can you… get rid of him somehow? I normally wouldn’t ask but he’s just such a—”

“Dick.”

“Yeah…” You smiled a small smile and watched as he approached you again. His eyes were on you, taking in even the smallest changes in your expression.

“So is he like… your boyfriend?” Steve asked softly. “Or uh, was?”

You chuckled and shook your head.

“Nah, this was the second date which I had reluctantly agreed to.”

“Why’d you say yes?” Steve asked curiously. He followed your movement as you skimmed some more tapes and smiled at the playfully quipped corner of your mouth. “I mean, it didn’t look like you wanted to be here.”

“I didn’t. I just… I kind of never said yes but he just showed up on my doorstep and then I felt too bad to not go with him, so… yeah. Didn’t know he had plans to rent some porn and spend the second date in his bedroom or whatever.”

Steve crossed his arms and nodded thoughtfully.

“Hmmh… yeah that sucks. Well, I’ll make sure there won’t be a next time,” he said as he shortly winked at you and once again turned on his heel, this time actually continuing his walk through the curtain. He was out there for a few minutes when he turned back with a frown.

“Uh… Y/N? We’ve got a little… hiccup.”

You approached him with a frown of your own and followed him to the front, unsure what to expect. What you certainly didn’t expect, was to see a snow storm going on outside.

“Apparently there’s a code red. Just heard a repeat of it on the radio but it keeps breaking up. They urge everyone to stay inside until it’s over.”

Steve stuffed his hands into his pockets and stared ahead. It was the worst storm he had ever witnessed and the fact that nothing had seemed to be going on apart from some gentle snowfall surprised him.

“Stay… here?” you asked eventually.

“I mean, yeah? You can’t drive in this weather, it’s too dangerous. So is walking. So…”

“But I can’t just…”

“Hey, I don’t bite,” Steve said softly, nudging your arm with his own. “Besides, Clark seems to have left after all. Maybe he heard the warning and decided to bolt? If so, very nice to let us know as well but I will say that I wasn’t nice to him, so…”

You smirked.

“What did you say to him?”

“Nothing, nothing. I mean, genuinely, I didn’t say much. Just that he had to fuck off, using different wording. He didn’t seem all that ready to leave when I went to look for you though.”

“Oh well, good riddance.”

“Agreed.”

Steve walked forward and locked the door, putting the closed sign up front just in case.

“Let’s go to the back, it’s warmer there. And there’s a coffee machine.”

And so your “Stuck at Family Video with heartthrob Steve Harrington” began.

Once you were settled around the table in the break room, Steve gave you an odd glance. It was hard to figure out what he meant by it, although his frown disappeared the moment he got up from his chair.

“Coffee? Tea? I think we even got a few of those instant hot choc packages,” he offered, his back already turned to you as he searched the cabinets.

“Oh, hot chocolate sounds nice actually. Is it just me or is it… still kinda cold, even here?” you asked hesitantly. Steve nodded ruefully and grabbed two mugs from the cabinet he was currently facing.

“Ah, yeah… it looks like the heating is struggling again. I could kick it to see if it helps but… chances are it’ll get worse.”

“How could it get worse?”

Steve shrugged.

“Beats me, but I’m speaking from experience. Sometimes it does the trick and other times it really, really doesn’t.”

“Let’s not risk it then. At least we have a warm drink, right?”

Steve nodded and grabbed the kettle. You watched him busy himself with putting it on, emptying the hot chocolate powder and grabbing two spoons. He was humming along softly to whichever song he seemed to have stuck in his head and shot you a smile when he caught you looking.

“So what do you usually—”

Suddenly, the room turned pitch dark. You heard Steve swear softly when he shuffled back towards the table and bumped into a chair.

“Uh… okay. That’s… kind of a problem,” he mumbled as he managed to sit back down. “No hot choc I guess, sorry. No… heating either. Maybe we should check how the weather’s doing?” he opted.

“Yeah, sure.”

There was a small strip of light seeping in from the doorway, slowly turning brighter as you adjusted to your surroundings again. Warm fingers teased your arm before your wrist was grabbed and Steve helped you up. As he opened the door, the brightness of the snow outside was almost blinding. The thin windows made it a lot colder at the front, making you shiver as you watched the outside. It wasn’t just snow anymore, as heavy hail rained down, large enough to leave dents into cars. Steve groaned and let go of your wrist.

“Let me check if I can get the power back on,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. He grabbed a flashlight from below the counter and went to the back again. After a few minutes, he returned, looking apologetic.

“Sorry, nothing. I guess it’s my fault you’re stuck here, huh?” he sighed. “If I hadn’t bothered Clark as much you’d be on your way already. Or if I just… I don’t know. Sorry, I guess.”

“It’s not your fault the weather decided to fuck us over, Steve,” you said with a soft smile which he returned with some hesitance. “What do you usually do for fun around here?”

Steve gave you a wry smile.

“Watch movies?”

“Ah, yeah.”

There was a short silence until Steve clapped in his hands and rubbed them together. “I’ve got this huge blanket in the back, brought it here once because Rob, Robin, my colleague, gets very cold easily so sometimes we’d just huddle under the blanket during breaks and stuff. I think we might as well sit out here, at least it’s light… for now.”

You nodded, smiling as you thought of Robin Buckley. You knew her of course. Not super well, but well enough to know she was nice.

“Yeah, it’s already getting dark, huh? A blanket sounds good though.”

Steve nodded and once again disappeared for a short moment, until he returned with a bright blue blanket, which he partially draped on the floor in front of the counter before he motioned for you to sit down and wrapped it around your shoulders. He joined you after grabbing you both some water and put the other end around his shoulders once he settled down.

“How’s this?”

You were really trying not to let it get to you that you were cozying up to Steve right now. Heat was radiating off of him and it made you wonder if he was actually cold, or if he was basically doing the whole “it’s better to stick together for body warmth” kind of thing. With the addition of clothes, of course.

“It’s nice. Better than without for sure,” you told him softly. Steve’s shoulder brushed yours and soon enough you felt the pressure build up until he was actually resting against you. Not in an uncomfortable way at all. It was really… nice, actually.

“Your parents? Do you think they’ll worry?”

“Ah, no. My mom’s visiting my grandma in another state actually and my dad’s no longer around, so. Doubt he can worry,” you joked lightly. “What about yours?”

Steve snorted, then realized it probably wasn’t all that funny and shrugged.

“Dunno, they’re somewhere in Europe now, I think? So no.”

Another silence. It was by that point that you remembered how little you actually knew about Steve Harrington. Sure, he had been popular in school for some time, and then he wasn’t, and then he graduated. But you had never really talked to him other than giving him a pen or two in English class. You were from different social ladders, really. Although, right now you felt quite equal to him, somehow. Which felt weird, considering he looked like a freshly cut out of a painting model and you were… you. Mr handsome decided to steal you away from your brain, which honestly, was a good thing.

“Hey, wanna play a game?” he asked, peering into your eyes as he leaned forward a little. You watched him with newfound curiosity.

“What kind of game?”

“I spy with my little eye.”

“Isn’t that just called “I spy”?” you wondered aloud.

“Dunno. So. Yes?”

“What else is there, right?”

Steve grinned and rested his head against the counter.

“That’s right. Okay. I spy with my little eye… something green.”

“That tape,” you said as you pointed. Steve leaned into your space, following your hand.

“Which one?”

“The green one.”

“There are maaaany green ones.”

“The green one with… Fuck I can’t read,” you sighed as you tried to squint. Steve laughed warmly, which you could feel the tremble of against your shoulder. “Okay so. The sci-fi shelf, yes? Fifth on the second row.”

“Aaaah, I see it now. Nope!”

“You knew that wasn’t it from the start.”

“I had to make sure.”

“Mhm, sure.”

Steve grinned and nudged you with his shoulder before tapping your thigh with his hand.

“Your turn, your turn!”

He left his hand on your thigh. Oh shit. Yeah, you were totally normal about that. You could still think. You could definitely still find some kind of object that you could use—

“Wait, I didn’t even guess it, how is it my turn?!” you questioned. Steve, who had been looking at… somewhere that wasn’t your eyes, quickly lifted his eyes to meet yours and grinned.

“Right. Guess!” “Your vest?”

“You are absolutely right. See? Your turn.”

“It wasn’t— okay. Hm… I spy with my little eye… something red.”

“Your cheeks.”

“Shut up, my cheeks aren’t red.”

“They are a little.”

“If you keep talking about it, yes, they will turn red.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Once again Steve leaned forward to look you straight in the eye, this time lifting a hand to cup your cheek gently. “Hm, they’re a little pink at the very least.”

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks and took his hand off your cheek as you looked away. Steve chuckled softly and turned his hand around so he could grab yours.

“Fine, then… the bike outside?”

“Nope.”

“Damn, I thought that was it for sure. That red blob of paint that Keith never managed to get off the ceiling?”

“That’s it!”

Steve grinned at you and gave your hand a squeeze. For a moment you had forgotten about his hand, too drunk on his animated face. Fuck.

“I spy with my little eye…” Steve turned his head to look at you and smiled. “Something pretty.”

“What?”

“Purple! Purple.”

“My shirt.”

“So clever.”

It was getting darker rapidly and soon enough, even your little game became harder to play. You did some other ones, word games, guessing games, whatever you could think of. The blanket was wrapped closer around you both now, as the store became colder without the heating. You sat hip to hip, your arms a little awkward sometimes although neither of you really minded.

“Would you have stayed here if I hadn’t been around?” you asked softly.

“Hmm, nah, I don’t think so.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t really care if— I mean, I’d only be risking myself in that case.”

“That’s a bad reason. You’re just as important.”

“Am I?” Steve asked, and for some reason you felt like he needed an honest answer.

“Yeah, you are, Steve.”

“Hm…” A beat of silence. “I spy with my little eye… someone pretty.”

“You can’t even see.”

“I’ve memorized her by now.”

“Is it the blonde babe cardboard cutout?”

Steve, not expecting that answer at all, burst out laughing.

“Fuck, no,” a giggle, “it wasn’t.”

“Oh… hm. What about that girl from the ring? Samara?”

“Shush.”

“Or the woman from that movie where—” “Ssshh.”

You felt his hand cup your cheek and it was as if your heart was gonna jump out of your chest at any moment now. His breath tickled your cheek, warm and comfortable against your cold nose. Your lips parted on their own, eyes closing even though there was only an outline of his face to see.

“You sure it’s not the blond babe?” you murmured teasingly.

Steve giggled softly and shook his head, causing the stray strands of his hair to tickle you a little.

“Positive.”

A faint sound of lips being licked, and then his lips brushed against yours. Soft and pliable, eager to taste yours. He hummed softly, pleased, as he pulled you closer. You were easily pulled into his lap as his tongue teased your bottom lip for access. Hands smoothed up and down your waist, the blanket forgotten as your kiss provided enough heat between the two of you. It was silent, save from the gasps and soft, pleasant hums leaving you both. He gently moved his hips while simultaneously guiding yours, a gentle moan leaving him as he found a rhythm. His lips found your neck and your hand made its way into his hair to have something to grasp onto. One hand found the hem of your shirt and he was about to lift it up when—

Brightness. Light. The electricity was back on. Meaning… everyone outside could see you. If there had been anyone, that is. Still, it broke the moment instantly as Steve dropped his hand to your thigh and looked up at you.

“Shit,” he murmured, a lopsided grin on his face. “They really know how to spoil the fun today, huh?”

You smiled down at him and turned around to look outside, one hand resting on his chest for balance.

“Hm… I don’t know. It seems safe to go back home.”

Steve dug his fingers into your hips with eagerness before leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

“Your place or mine?”

end.

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[highvern]

Discovery

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem reader

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, established relationship

Warnings: kissing, groping, dry humping, oral (m. receiving, f. implied), dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics but they’re both actually switches (Mingyu is a service top), multiple orgasms (m. receiving), cumshot, mentions of butt stuff, Mingyu is obsessed with titties, pearl necklace, spitting, cum eating (kinda), minor hair pulling, praise kink and strength kink go burrrrrr, Mingyu is a simp that loves his gf, his gf is a gremlin though he does threaten to lock her in a closet at one point but he kinda has point, they’re both horny that’s all I can say

Length: ~2.5k

Note: not a direct part 2 of Drunk Goggles ! but same couple set a few months in the future :) they’re in love and obsessed with each other. If there are any spelling errors ignore them, I don’t respect the English language <3

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“Permission to be horny?” Mingyu mutters, lips still connected to the spot on your neck he likes to claim whenever granted the opportunity.

“Hmmmm,” You pretend to think. “I’ll allow it.”

“I really, really, really want to fuck you.” He punctuates his statement by trailing his hands down to your ass, palming the plush flesh and pulling you down harder on his clothed cock.

“I’ll definitely allow that.” You sigh, hand twisting in the short locks of hair on your boyfriend’s head.

His hips cant against yours when you arch into him, pulling the seam of your jeans just right against your clit. Mingyu is good at this. He’s good at most things, but sex is something he excels at; especially when it comes to sex with you.

You’ve never had a partner so open about their desires. Mingyu has no shame, bursting at the seams to let you know how much he wants you, needs you in moments like these. His forwardness makes you blush like a schoolgirl with a crush, and it certainly doesn’t help that he looks like that.

But as hot and sexy as your man is, he is still an incredibly huge klutz. You realize you’re falling off the couch before he does, mostly due to the fact Mingyu is planted firmly below you with his face buried in your chest. His obsession with your boobs is almost comical (and has gotten you out of more spats than you can count when you flash him in the heat of an argument) but it shuts down his brain.

“Oh shit!” You squeal, tumbling to the plush carpet. Nothing bruised except your dignity.

“What the fuck?” Mingyu calls after you, confused to find cool air rushing in where the heat of your body occupied.

All you can do is laugh, eyes covered by the crook of your elbow. You don’t see the way your boyfriend looks at you with love filling his eyes (and his dick). Or the way your chest shakes as you laugh, causing your tits to bounce with the sound of your cackling.

Your laughter dies in your throat, transforming into a hum when you feel Mingyu’s body cover your own, picking up right where he left off by taking your left nipple in his mouth, torturing the flesh with his tongue and teeth.

“Fuck, babe.” You whine pathetically. Hands moving to the waistband of his pants, fisting the material in an effort to get him naked.

His hips are cradled between your thighs, his erection hot and hard in his pants. When you plant your feet on the ground and grind against him, Mingyu sucks harder and uses a free hand to snare your wrists and trap them above your head.

“Be good.” He warns. Mingyu's attempt at domination falls flat because you know the only promise on the other side of it is that he’ll cream his pants before he gets his fill of you.

“I can be really good if you let me go.” You whisper, pushing your chest up into his face.

“Yeah?” He questions hopefully, unable to help that he’s a sucker for everything you do.

“Mhmm, want you in my mouth Gyu.”

Mingyu doesn’t respond sans the slow grind of his hips against your core, letting you feel all of him. He detaches from your nipple to bite across your chest once more, the echo of burning kisses left in his wake.

“Please, baby.” You press. “Wanna taste you.”

He might be the man of your dreams but Mingyu is still a guy. So when a beautiful woman (you) begs to suck him off, who is he to deny that experience? It’s a selfless act of him really.

Mingyu slides off you, giving you room to prop yourself up. You take him in. His hair is wild from your pulling, short tufts pointing every which way. His naked chest is flushed and heaving like your own. When your eyes trail south, his abs clench under your heated gaze. It's impossible to ignore how the movement makes his dick bob in his sweatpants, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Sit on the couch.” You demand when your eyes meet again.

Having you boss him around gets Mingyu hotter than he’ll admit (to anyone except you). He knows most people assume he’s the one who calls the shots in the bedroom; Seungcheol had cracked one too many jokes about it for him to be unaware. And occasionally Mingyu does, twisting you into whatever position is stuck in his head or telling you to touch yourself while he watches from the end of the bed and jerks off. The glint in your eye when he bends you over the kitchen counter to stuff you with his cock tells him you like it too. But the second you command him to do anything, Mingyu folds like a house of cards.

You’re not unaware of how much he likes it but it leaves you in awe every time he scrambles to do what you say. Right now, he’s tripping out of his pants and underwear as he hops on to the cushions. You thank whatever powers may be that you don’t have a roommate to consider when fucking your ridiculously hot boyfriend on every surface of the apartment (especially when Mingyu’s attempt at fucking you in the bathroom ended with cum on the mirror on several occasions but thats a story for another time).

The hand circling your jaw distracts from your goal as mouths meet. Mingyu is bent over at the waist above you, tongue tracing hotly against your lower lip. You subtly push him back into the plush upholstery, propping yourself up on your knees, hands gripping his thighs to press further into his space. With Mingyu distracted, you let one of your hands drop to circle the scorching rigid flesh at the base of his cock.

“Fuuuu–ck,” he groans into your mouth but doesn’t breakaway. As much as he wants your mouth on his dick, Mingyu really does love kissing you. Probably because he spent months thinking about it and now he actually gets to do it as much as he wants.

“Yeah?” You echo his previous words. When your thumb traces the leaking tip to spread his pre-cum he moans again.

“Yeah.” he mumbles, nodding his head in affirmation.

When you’re finally able to pull away from his lips without protest in the form of him chasing you, you descend to mouth down his neck and chest. Your boyfriend is all hot skin and taunt muscle under your ministrations, shaking breath causing his chest to lurch when your teeth scrap his nipple. Your breasts brush purposely against Mingyu’s cock as you sink lower, his head goes fuzzy and tips back. The soft pass of skin plants ideas in his head about the day you’ll let him cum on your chest. You’re already enthusiastic when he comes on the swell of your ass or in your mouth. But the visual of you covered in his spunk, chin and nipples glistening white and skin flushed flashes in his vision. Mingyu opens his eyes and starts tracing patterns across the ceiling in hopes it prevents him from making it a premature reality.

You're not much better off. The contrast of his rigid length against the soft flesh of your chest has arousal gushing from your cunt. The thought of Mingyu finishing on your skin always makes you wet. Something about your incredibly sweet and polite boyfriend being incredibly filthy with you makes your chest heave. The first time he came on your ass you had him fuck you again while it cooled between your cheeks. It was also the first time Mingyu played with that hole, found out cum and spit made decent lube, and how you cum insanely hard if he thumbs the taunt ring of muscle while he fucks you stupid on his cock.

If you had lube you’d entertain the idea of letting him fuck your tits but you know the chaff without it isn’t worth it for either of you. Instead, you let the tip of your tongue trace the bulbous head of his cock, the tang flooding your taste buds. You’re doing nothing more than teasing him but the way he’s leaking against your tongue tells you he loves it.

When you back away just enough to spit on it, a rush of breath leaves his nose as your saliva dribbles across his frenulum and you smirk. Mingyu is so fucking easy.

Since the first time you two fooled around, you’ve discovered all the ways to get him whiny and desperate, memorizing his favorites with impressive speed. Mingyu likes it wet and messy, spit and cum glossing your lips and chin, dripping in his lap to pool at the base of his dick. He prefers when you use your mouth to focus on the head of his cock, but he’ll never complain if you use a hand to jerk him off in tandem. When you’re going to play with his balls, he moans when you fondle and whimpers when you give a gentle squeeze. If you meet his eye when your lips are stretched around his cock, he’ll blush like a virgin who hasn’t fucked you six ways from Sunday. And if you let Mingyu cum in your mouth, he’ll go down on you till you're shaking and he’s hard enough to fuck you right.

Tonight you try your best to give him a top notch performance. It helps that every detail about having Mingyu like this gets you hot in the best ways. Enjoying giving as much as he enjoys receiving. Having him wrapped around your finger makes you whine along with him, sharing in his pleasure like it’s your own.

The vibrations from your soft moans and whimpers do nothing except stretching Mingyu’s resolve thinner and thinner. Tangling his hands in your hair, he gently guides you back and forth, mostly taking the strain off your neck rather than enforcing your rhythm. The tug against your scalp satisfies you all the same.

“Fuck, baby,” he cries. “So good, fuck. So fucking good.”

A harsh suck causes his dick to exit your mouth with a lewd pop before it smacks against his tummy. Mingyu is quick to grab his cock, fisting himself before tapping against your lips for re-entry. You just stare from under your lashes, eyes wet from the prodding against the back your throat, only allowing gentle kisses to the soaking flesh.

“Open your mouth.” His words may seem dominant, but the whiny tone betrays his desperation.

You continue to sit there, allowing your nails to dig into the skin of his thighs, mixing a volatile cocktail of pain and pleasure. When his other hand unravels from your hair to pry your jaw open with his thumb, you can’t help the whimper you release in response to his manhandling as he forces his cock back between your lips.

“Gonna cum?” Your question is garbled from the way he stuffs your mouth full but Mingyu puts two and two together with his limited brain capacity.

“Wanna cum in your mouth,” he begs. “Please, baby.”

When your eyes flutter shut, Mingyu knows he has permission to do what he does best. He starts fucking your mouth in earnest, soaking in the sounds of you gagging and choking around his cock as practically humps your face. If you want his come he’ll give it to you in spades, he’ll drain himself until he’s on the verge of passing out if that’s what’ll make you happy.

It only takes a minute before you feel him twitch against your lips and the hot rush coats your tongue, dripping down your throat as you swallow around him. Mingyu’s hips buck up as he gives you his load, cum seeping out of the corners of your mouth and down your face just the way he loves. You pull away just enough that some of the spray hits your chin and leaks down onto his shaft allowing you to continue to jerk him off as he sings you praises.

In your opinion, the best part about Mingyu is if you keep sucking after he comes, he’ll come again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he bites. Mingyu loves you (not that he’s told you) but when you do this he thinks he might have to take away your dick privileges.

You pop your mouth off his cock but your hand doesn’t stop. Thumb swiping at the pearly slit right below your mouth, pushing the remains of his release across the spongy head.

“What baby?” Your brow is furrowed in mock concern, like you have no idea the torture you’re inflicting. “Just want you to cum.”

You’re evil. Pure evil sent from a past life to punish him.

“I have!” He winces. He grips the couch cushions for dear life as stars cloud the edges of his vision.

“But I want you to cum again. Don’t you wanna give me it?”

He can’t breathe.

“Please, Gyu? For me?”

You’re playing him like a damn fool.

“Just wanna feel you to cum on my tits, baby. Please!” You cry.

He’s drowning.

Mingyu’s second orgasm is less dramatic than his first. He’s writhing and shaking from the sensory overload, ass leaving the couch as his hips jerk wildly. His cum is more of a dribble than the sizable spurts you’re accustomed to but you take what he gives you with glee. You jerk him off over your chest, allowing him to paint your skin in white streaks, redden tip rubbing against the puckered flesh of your nipples to get every drop. Mingyu can barely keep his eyes open to enjoy the way you cover yourself in him, how you claim yourself as his in such a primal way.

It’s the gleam in your eyes as you pant below him, nearly drooling at the mess you’ve made that has him giving you one last sputter to trickle between your breast down to your navel.

When you go to mouth at his balls, Mingyu grabs a fist of your hair in reflex to keep himself out of your reach. He gently tugs until you slide your eyes away from his softening dick to his face.

“I will lock you in a closet if you try that again.”

Mingyu knows he sounds ridiculous but you’re insatiable and might actually kill him if you try to touch his dick again.

“You’re no fun.” You pout, unable to hide you’re disappointment when Mingyu refuses to let you play with him.

“Get your ass on this couch and I’ll show you how fun I am.”

Tonight, Mingyu discovers you really like when he collects his cum off your chest with his tongue and spits it in your mouth. You like it even more when he holds you down, pins your wrists at the dip of your spine, and eats it from the back like his life depends on it.

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[jade-jini]

HI been thinking abt g!p loser yunjin getting emotional during sex 😭 can i request a somno one where she comes home drunk late at night, looking for reader only to see her asleep on their bed! yunny getting hard at the sight and emotional as she remembers their argument, she couldn’t help herself but touch her gf, soft “sorry’s” and “don’t leave me” leaving her mouth as she fucks reader 😖

TW: somno, angst, happy ending ig. Dubcon. Dacryphilia. Yunjin is insecure.

Can I give you g!p loser somno Yunjin? Yes. Is it from the same storyline as the previous posts? Hell no. That baby would never. That one is fluffy fluffy this is a completely different one ok? Ok 🤨. After clarifying that…😈

“Hey, a*hic*nother one, please…” Yunjin said, raising her empty glass, her vision not good enough to catch where the bartender actually was. The guy sighed as he dried a washed glass with a towel.

“Listen kid, we’re already closed. Why don’t you go home already?”

“Home?” Yunjin asked unconsciously, the memories of that day hitting once again.

——————————Flashback—————————

You guys were supposed to get home together after a long day. Yunjin was gonna pick you up after your last class of the day, the orange sky and sunlight hitting against her own hair as she waited for you. She had a nice flower in hand, excited to give it to you. Softly placing it near her nose to smell it one more time, she made herself blushed thinking about your smile once she saw you. However, you were not alone. Her smile dropped right away as she left the flower fall somewhere.

There you were, standing with a friend she very well recognized. It was this one girl from the women soccer team of the university. Yunjin knew her name, everybody knew her name. But she never liked using it, making it clear she did not like this person at all.

“She seems to like you a lot…” she murmured after the first time she saw you talking to Yeji.

“I like her too, she’s a good friend, and she’s friends with Yeojin already so it’s cool” you explained, apparently not getting the message right away.

“Hmmmm, not what I meant but whatever..” she said as her pout got bigger, letting go of your hand and crossing her arms in front of her chest. That’s when you finally noticed.

“Huh Yunjin, are you jealous?” You asked, trying to stop a giggle.

“Maybe? I mean she’s athletic and popular, and you’re so pretty, baby. Who wouldn’t want you? I wouldn’t be surprised if one day you decide you want to give her or somebody else a chance…”

“Omg shut up, that could never happen. I love you. You, Yunjin.” You told her, taking her hand and kissing her cheek. You didn’t have eyes for nobody else but Yunjin, so you didn’t wanna hear none of that nonsense.

“Yeah but still…” she murmured, and you simply sighed and continued walking hand in hand, trying to be extra sweet and clingy to your girl to distract her from those thoughts.

You thought it was cute the first couple times, but then her attitude started becoming more serious every time. It wasn’t your cute girlfriend being a little jealous and protective. It was like a completely different person taking over your sweet girl. You guys have already had more arguments about this situation. They were never too bad.

Until today.

“Oh, hi baby!” You greeted your girlfriend once she met you guys, smiling at her like you did every time, with love and excitement like it was the first time you saw her.

“Hi, Yunjinie.” Yeji tried, as always, to be on the good side of the taller girl. Yunjin just looked at her, nodding at her and humming. She looked back at you.

“Ready to go? Maybe we can go get something to eat at your favorite restaurant before getting home.” She asked while smiling at you only, not wanting to acknowledge the other girl’s presence more than necessary.

“Oh nice! Wanna join us before going home, Yeji?” You asked your friend, knowing she lived very close to your building. Yunjin’s smile left again, rolling her eyes.

“Oh! Actually-”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be today?” Yunjin murmured, a bored tone that she didn’t try to hide. In her mind, this was the least rude she could be towards Yeji.

“Huh Yunjin…” you warned her, a challenging tone growing in your throat and your eyes telling you weren’t gonna tolerate that.

“It’s ok, y/n.” Yeji said with an awkward laugh, trying to avoid yet another conflict. Unfortunately, she has been present before when your girlfriend showed clearly discomfort with her presence near you. “I can’t go anyways, Lia’s class must be almost done, and we have a date today so…” she commented, a slight blush appearing on the girl’s face. “Anyways, see you later.” The older girl said with a smile, waving her hand as she walked away quickly to go pick up her own girlfriend. You smiled and waved back at her, and once you turned back at Yunjin, her face was still showing she was upset. You shook your head, starting to walk. She followed you behind.

“What, you’re gonna leave me here now?” She asked as you didn’t give her a chance to walk beside you. You rolled your eyes.

“What the fuck, Yunjin?” You asked her as you slowed down a bit so she could catch up. “I’m tired of you being rude to every friend I have. First it was Chaeyoung and Yeojin and now-”

“Yeojin wouldn’t stop touching you! Am I supposed to be ok with that?!” She interrupted you, her voice getting a little louder and shaky.

“And now!” You interrupted her back, making her go quiet. “She barely looks me in the eye when you’re present ‘cause she knows you get easily jealous.” Yunjin scratched the back of her neck as she opened the car’s door for you. Once she got in the driver’s seat, she spoke again. Her voice changing to a sadder one.

“I’m just scared of losing you, y/n. You know that…” she said, as she started driving. You looked at her, examining her face. You could tell she was in distress about this. However, being insecure didn’t give her the right to treat your friends bad. You stayed quiet for a little while as she drove. Once you were walking to your apartment, you spoke again.

“I’ve told you Yeji has a girlfriend, yet you’re still treating her like this.” You heard her huff.

“Am I supposed to believe that?”

“Excuse me?” You looked at her with a frown, clearly offended.

“If she had a girlfriend she wouldn’t be stuck to your side all the fucking time.” Yunjin said, her voice getting deeper than normal. She was very upset, but so were you.

“Because she’s my friend, Yunjin! Friends spend time together! Why can’t you understand the concept of that?” You told her in the same tone, seriously tired of the constant fighting about such an insignificant thing as you hanging out with your friends.

“I don’t spend all the time stuck to my friends.” she remarked once you opened the door.

“Even if you did, I wouldn’t be making these scenes because I actually trust you. Do you even trust me?”

“It has nothing to do with that-”

“Do you even trust me, Huh Yunjin?!” You asked her again in a louder tone. You were not gonna let her evade this question. Yunjin didn’t like your tone nor the accusations. So instead of processing what she actually felt, she acted impulsively.

“No! I don’t trust you nor your fucking flirty friends! I’m tired of all this!” She yelled, her breathing becoming irregular.

You went quiet, feeling your heart hurt. The girl you loved didn’t trust you. You’ve done everything in your power to show her she’s your one and only. That nobody else comes even close to her in your heart. Yet her insecurities were hurting you both.

“Then go.” You said after you swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes already getting watery.

“What…” she whispered, starting to panic as she felt her heart sink.

“Trust is the most important thing in a relationship, with honesty. If we don’t have that, we don’t have nothing.”

“Oh my god I am so sorry, y/n… I didn’t mean to say any of that.” She tried apologizing, the weight of her words hitting her. Hard. She fucked up.

“If you don’t even trust me, then why haven’t you left?” You asked her, feeling that even speaking was hard at the moment.

“I’m sorry. I’ll work on it. Please give me another chance, baby. Please.” Your girlfriend said, trying to hold your hands but you put them close to you avoiding this, such action breaking her heart a little more ‘cause you’ve never rejected her touch before.

“I’ve been patient and understanding but your jealousy just keeps getting worse. I need some time right now…”

“No! Please don’t.. please baby, don’t say that…” tears were threatening to come out already, her hands trembling at the idea of losing you.

“At least for tonight. I need to think about us, please go Yunjin.” You almost begged, voice getting softer due to the sadness taking over the anger now.

“y/n, please…”

“Just leave, Yunjin. I need some space today, please.” You said, not even looking at her. You couldn’t, because if you did you would ask her to stay and you actually needed some alone time to calm down. You heard her hesitate, but nevertheless her steps resonated in the now empty room.

————————End of flashback————————

“My home doesn’t want me at home…” Yunjin said as she began sobbing again. The bartender, weirded out, tried comforting her after calling a taxi for the young woman.

“Listen dude, I don’t know who hurt you, but you gotta go home. There’s a taxi outside ok? Just tell them where to go and I don’t know, get some makeup sex or something.”

“Makeup sex? Hmm..” the idea of it already causing an effect on her intoxicated mind. She quietly went home, with only the image of you in her thoughts, feeling her friend reacting to it.

“y/n? Baby are you h*hic*ome?” Yunjin asked once she stepped foot on the living room of your apartment, clumsily looking for you. “I-I’m sorry baby… please I l*hic*love you. Let me show you I love you.”

When she didn’t get a response, she made her way to your shared room. Her messy hair in front of her eyes making it a little extra complicated for her to see where she was going, but she wasn’t that messed up yet. Once she got to the bedroom, she found you deep in your sleep, looking beautiful as ever. She always thought you looked cute when sleeping, but tonight when she noticed how you were using nothing but her big shirt, the blanket barely covering your naked legs, cute wasn’t the word she’d use to describe you.

“God you’re so sexy, so perfect… I could never lose you…” she said as she got closer to the bed, falling sat next to you. The new weight made you move a bit, but it didn’t wake you up. “Please w-wake up, darling. I need you…” she whispered as she fixed her member, that was already getting hard by the view in front of her. Her other hand traveled to your thigh, caressing the skin as she slowly made her way to your ass. With the shirt going up a bit, she could see that you really were using nothing but her shirt.

“You knew I was c*hic*oming, Hmm?” She hummed, getting rid of her jacket and unbuttoning her pants to get her hand inside them, touching herself on top of her boxers. Soft groans escaping Yunjin’s lips as she felt her member getting harder and harder. She couldn’t help but put your shirt a little higher, leaving kisses on your stomach. Her lips slowly going up until she was kissing your chest, going from one nipple to the other. She was straight up moaning against your chest as she slowly sucked on them. With her dick already out of her pants, she needed to have you. She needed to prove to you she loved you always. As she made her way between your legs, she slowly started stroking her cock, licking her own lips before starting to eat you out. Yunjin could feel you softly moving under her, but you were a heavy sleeper. “So good.. tastes so good, baby.” She said as she made out with your pussy in such a messy but sensual way. The little whimpers coming from her as she stimulated both of you, and the little groans you’d let out in your sleep, were the only sounds Yunjin’s ears could catch. “P-please don’t leave.. if you do.. You’d break my heart..” the taller girl said, kissing your thighs, the idea of you actually leaving being an option got her sad again. As her eyes got watery, she fixed herself better between your legs, her member against your now very wet cunt, making sure to get herself wet too so she doesn’t hurt you. More soft sounds were coming from you, similar to the ones you do when awake. Yunjin’s clouded mind was thinking that maybe, if your body was reacting to her like this even when asleep, then you didn’t really want to leave. “Oh fuck…” she moaned as she slowly entered you. “Please don’t leave, I’m gonna miss this pussy too much…”

She started thrusting inside you slowly, sighing as your tight pussy grabbed around her so good every single time. She loved how well your bodies understood each other, and the thought of it being like this even when you’re not awake got her dick twisting inside you. This didn’t stop her from being sad though, knowing that after your argument that day, you probably wouldn’t have accepted this so easily.

“Please…” Yunjin whispered, her voice breaking in between pleads, tears threatening to fall “please d-don’t leave me.. I can be better than them.. p-promise..” she sobbed, the warmth of your body bringing both comfort and sadness, scared the next morning you’d be gone.

“What.. what the.. fuck? Hmmm.. Jen?” You murmured as her rougher actions slowly started to wake you up “w-what are you-”

“Please l-let me do it, if you’re gonna leave..” she said in between sobs “let me have you one last t*hic*ime..”

“W-who said I- fuck~ was gonna leave, baby?” You asked her, confused in between moans. Your hands automatically hugged her shoulders as you felt her cock reaching those spots inside you only Yunjin could ever get to know.

“I r-ruined it.. but please don’t go. I’m s-sorry, y/n. I love you…” she said, her moves now a little softer and slower. However you weren’t angry at her, how could you when she felt so good deep inside you, and her tears making her look so cute and pathetic, turning you on so much for some reason. You didn’t care to understand it though, your mind also getting clouded by desire for her.

“So cute when you cry. Do you feel sorry, baby?” You asked her, grabbing her face. She nodded eagerly, tears running down her face. “Why.. why are you sorry, tell me.”

“Hmmgh y/n.. I’m sorry for b-being mean, and jealous…” she dragged her words, but you were able to make out what she was saying. “S-sorry for not asking for permission first…” her sobs became more intense, but so did her thrusts inside you and you weren’t sure if her tears were more sadness or pleasure, probably a mix of both. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry y/n.. Hmm please…”

“Shhh, keep going baby, don’t you dare stop.” You threatened her, her teary eyes making your pussy clench around her cock, making your girlfriend moan loudly “such a fucking good cock, feels so good…”

“Hmmm fuck… you feel so good too, wanna be inside you forever…” she said as she pounded your pussy so good. Even when drunk, she knew what your face was saying, knowing she was hitting you in a spot you really like, getting you closer. “Like this, baby? D-does my cock feel good here?”

“So good… don’t you fucking stop.. Hmm fuck, baby!” You came intensely as her name kept coming from your mouth again and again, music for her ears. The sensation also making her moan, feeling herself too close.

“y/n, I’m gonna come…” she warned you, but you weren’t done with her punishment. You turned you guys around, holding her wrists against the mattress and riding her “oh god…” she moaned as she bit her lip. When you felt her dick inside you twisting, meaning her orgasm was just seconds away, you quickly got off her, ruining her orgasm as she finished untouched “Ahh! F-fuck.. nooo.. fuck!” She whimpered and cried as her cum ended on her thighs and some on her abs. “Why… that hurt, y/n..” she complained, hissing a bit when a cold wet towel made contact with her skin to clean her.

“That’s what you get for being a bad girl.” You told her, receiving a groan for her. When you turned around to see her, her eyes were still full of tears, a pout on her face. You simply laughed before holding her closer to you. “Don’t worry baby, tomorrow when you’re sober I’ll make sure to take care of you good.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Old Scars, New Blood 1

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, borderline bullying, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader has accepted that she'll never be wanted, not only by the man she's crushed on for years, but by anyone. That is until a new player enters the game. (f!, short!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen, Thor Odinson

Note: I could blame yall for talking me into it but we know it's all my fault.

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The sharp zip cuts through the air. Lloyd hauls the long black bag up and checks his watch. He struts over to you and shoves the heavy luggage at you, letting it go before you can wrap your arms around it. You nearly topple from the weight.

You grunt and hug it tightly, the long duffle isn't exactly a vacation's worth Hawaiian shirts and cargo shorts. You can feel the long metal barrels as cases of ammo dig into your arms. You manage to get a hand on the handle and swing it after several tries onto your shoulder.

He's already halfway out the door. You trail after him, nearly stumbling to keep up. He's so tall you often find yourself running after him like a stray dog. So tall and handsome and--

Shut up! That's not what you should be thinking about.

Your phone vibrates and you struggle to pull it out of your pocket. You sigh as Lloyd continues along without notice, whistling casually as he approaches the stairs. Shit.

As he begins down the stairs, you stop at the top, leaning with the pull of the bag. You try to reply to the text as he makes quick progress to the bottom. 

He whistles up at you and snaps his fingers. You pop your head up and amble down the steps, barely catching yourself against the railing as you slip. When you get to the bottom, he's standing at the door, huffing impatiently.

"What's goin' on, kid?"

Kid. That's what he's always called you. Even though you're not that much younger than him. It's never sweetheart or honey like the pretty ones. Just kid.

"Plane's delayed. There's headwinds--"

"Christ's sake," he snarls.

"Sorry, sir, the pilot's trying--"

"Boring," he chops his hand through the air to silence you, "let's go."

He stands by the closed doors. You try not to let his impatience bother you. You can't blame him. He has an important mission. There's no time to be waiting on a cloud cover.

You open the right door and he steps through, tramping down the stone stairs to the mosaic walkway. Once more you're on your toes as you scurry after him. You watch how his jacket stretches between his shoulder blades. His sleeves hug his arm tightly, showing off his hard work and muscle. You shake your head, stop. Ten years. You know better.

You're out of breath as you get the idling car. Jackson, the driver nods but is similarly ignored as he opens the door for Lloyd. You go to the trunk as it pops and you put the gun bag inside.

You get in the other side as Lloyd splays his legs out and unlocks his phone with his thumb. You keep your cell clutched tight and tap it nervously. He doesn't handle roadblocks well, he's the type to demand and get. Something he hired you to make sure of.

"Well, extra time, I guess," he mutters as he swipes across the screen.

The car rolls up the long drive as you check your messages again. Still no updates. You cross one leg over the other as Lloyd's loafer nearly touches your oxford shoe.

"Hmmmm, can't decide on this one," he grumbles and tilts his screen toward you, "what do you think, kid?" He wiggles it at you as you look at the woman on the screen, "tits are nice but the tattoo screams Hep C."

You nearly gasp but just raise your eyebrows instead. He's always looking for a reaction. Your cheeks set alight and you twiddle your fingers around your own phone.

"Well, sir, I… she's pretty."

"Relax, you won't be invited to threesome," he scoffs and leans back, swiping left, "that's what this is for. Variety."

You don't say a word as you bring your hand to the side of your neck, feeling the heat of your skin. It's not just that it's him saying it, it's that gnawing feeling of inadequacy. The mystery of the unknown makes you self-conscious and wary of saying the wrong thing. The same way when you talk to your sister and she tells you about her husband. Well, you don't hear from her much these days.

"I'll send you their info. You can make a few calls before we get back," he snickers, "get everything ready for me."

"Uh, sure, sir, but uh… like I said before, that's not exactly part of my job."

"Don't tell me what your job is," he barks as he blacks his phone, "goddamn, you're always such a tight ass. Usually I'm all for a tight hole but you really know how to squeeze a man by his balls."

"I'm sorry, sir–"

"Another fucking 'sorry, sir' and I'm gonna snap. I can't do eight hours on a flight with you pouting like that."

"Understood, won't happen again," you dip your head down, "sorry, s–"

You clap your hand over your mouth. The words are so habitual they start to fall out before you realise, and yet another urge to say them. Just stop talking. You peek at Lloyd with wide eyes and drop your hand.

"You're a fucking downer, kid," he sits forward, "Jackie, pull the fuck over."

"Yes, sir," the driver replies from the little speaker under the barrier between the front and back seat. "You, get the fuck out."

You're surprised by his sudden flare of anger. There's not much about him that truly shocks you anymore but as irritable as he can be, this is unusual. His agitation has boiled to molten hot in a matter of minutes.

"Sir?"

"You can walk back and start getting shit ready. I mean, we'll see if you can since you can't get the goddamn plane on the ground," he growls as the car pulls onto the gravel wing of the road. "You're getting fucking soft, kid."

"Sir, I didn't–"

"You did. You fucking killed my boner so get out," he shoos you with his finger and unlocks his phone again, "buh bye."

You hesitate. You slowly move to the door and let yourself out. You're buzzing in disbelief. He can be a jerk, you're used to that, but this all seems so abrupt. You can only assume there's something else bothering him.

You shut the door as you stand on the side of the road. You hear Lloyd's deep timbre muffled inside the car before it pulls away. You stare after it, crossing your arms as you sniff and the sun glares along the edge of your vision.

You slowly turn and face the horizon. You're not that far. Maybe twenty minutes. Well, the single silver lining. You can't help your disappointment. You look forward to missions. It's an excuse to be with Lloyd. A reason for him to put up with you.

You set off, trodding along without urgency. There's nothing at the compound for you. It's not like you go on every mission but it's the unexpected change that gets you. More so, his temper. You see it aimed at others more than yourself.

Your phone buzzes again. The plane's landed. That's good news. As you continue your trek, you dial out to Lloyd's phone and put the speaker to your ear. No answer. Several more tries have a similar result, the last call clicking dead right away.

You send a text and it bounces back as undeliverable. You don't get it, your signal is strong. It's a military grade phone. You slide your phone away and try not to let your anxiety get the best of you.

He wouldn't block your number, would he? 

You're not special, that much is clear, but you've stuck around so long that you just can't see it ending over one slip-up. Sure, Lloyd has screamed agents out of the compound, he's even stranded them in hostile grounds, but they weren't there as long as you've been.

You drag your feet as you approach the gate. You let yourself in with the code and ignore the gazes of agents as you cross the yard and go back inside.

All this and for what?

If Lloyd fires you, you've spent ten years pent up in places like this, doing his grunt work. The tail end of your twenties and much of your thirties traded for imagined cues and empty hopes. You accepted long ago that Lloyd would never see you, just the woman he called 'kid', but the thought of losing even that makes you want to cry. You can accept that you're not as good as the models he fucks around with, but you can't accept not being there at all.

You're overreacting. You always do this. It's always the end of the world.

Lloyd will come back and everything will go back to normal. You're the only one who gets his coffee right and knows that he hates mushrooms but loves Salisbury steak. He needs you, just not like you want him to.

❤️‍🩹

Radio silence. You don't hear from him and any message you try to send is unanswered. He's on a mission, he's in blackout mode, yet you can't help but be paranoid.

Without him to order you around, you're not quite sure what to do with yourself. It's sad but that's just who you are. You're not the one doing, you're the one listening to those who do. 

The first day is the worst of it. On the second, you're not as addled and a bit relieved not to be hidden in some safe house waiting for a signal or listening to Lloyd make sick jokes. Still, you'd rather be with him.

The second night, you expect some sort of word from him. Still nothing. 

You lay in bed, restless. You don't dream about him anymore, you don't close your eyes and think about what it'd be like to be beautiful or interesting, you know it will never happen. But you worry about him. That you'll never be rid of.

The third morning, a Saturday, you go down to make your coffee. Other agents mill about as the tech crew speak into their headsets and type furiously. Something’s going on.

You near the doorway and listen in, trying to discern the chaos. There's cams to switch cameras and directions given, coordinates read out and warnings about oncoming targets. It's the usual, the same chatter you listen to over the comms when Lloyd's out in the field. Now you can only hear one side.

As the tempo builds, there's another furor. The chime that signals the censor at the front gate. Rico storms out of comms central as you flatten yourself to the wall and wait to trail him until he's past the stairs.

"What the fuck is going on?" He waves an agent in black close, "who the fuck is here?"

The agent puts his fingers to his earpiece, "we have sights."

"I asked who it was, not if you can make a shot," Rico shoves the man and stomps to the front doors, shoving them open before him. "Tell them to go the fuck away."

An agent runs up the driveway, puffing as he holds his gun securely in front of him. He stops as Rico gets to the bottom of the stairs 

"Sir, sir, it's… it's Valhalla."

"Val-what?" Rico snips.

"Valhalla!" The man repeats louder.

"Shit. Fuck." Rico continues in a rampant flurry of Spanish, "they're early."

"Sir," the agent bows his head as another appears before him.

You frown and watch from the doorway, trying to stay out of sight as you eavesdrop. 

Hm. Valhalla. You know the name, rather well, but only through correspondence. A code name. For a faceless man and his deep pockets. You hadn't heard it recently though. You thought that whole thing fizzled out.

"Fuck, Hansen, take your fucking time," Rico mutters between his Spanish diatribes, "let them in. Full search." You hear him clop back up the stairs before he blusters inside, "I need men. Now!"

He turns and sees you cradling your coffee with a dumb look. He sneers and rolls his eyes, "perfect. You'll do. We need rooms. We have guests."

"What?" You squint. 

"You're a woman, you should know how to make them at home."

"You're not my boss," you grimace and drink your coffee.

"Don't get smart with me just because that idiot keeps sniffing at his heels. Go and do something useful for once," he claps at you.

You don't move. You take orders from one person. Otherwise, you stay out of the way.

"Fuck!" He hollers and twists on his heel again.

He marches into the next room and you slowly near the front doors, still ajar as they gape out at the golden day. You come outside and descend the steps, standing just by the plinthed flower vase at the bottom. You watch the gates roll apart, letting in the convoy lined outside.

There are four cars in total. All ivory and gleaming. They hardly seem like military vehicles.

You don't get it. You pull out your phone and scroll through your emails. The last message you got from Valhalla was months ago and it left you at a stalemate between them and your indomitable boss.

The first car pulls up and stops, the other fanning out behind it. Agents circle, keeping a broad perimeter as they watch with similar intrigue. Rico appears again, muttering to himself as he holsters a gun.

You look back to the grated bumper of the luxury SUV. The engine rolls over as you find yourself holding your breath. This is it, the vaunted Valhalla. You keep your mug close to your chest as the car door opens and your jaw nearly hits the floor.

It's a man more gorgeous than anyone you've ever seen before. Well, maybe not everyone but damn close. His golden hair is braided down his back and a few wavy strands hang loose around his face. His sky blue eyes shine in the sunlight as he smiles, the expression lining his face immaculately. You gulp and force your mouth shut.

There's a brief lull before anyone reacts. Rico is the first to snap into action. He clamours down and offers a hand, "Valhalla, hello, Rico. Hansen is in the field but I will be your host."

"Ah, Rico," Valhalla repeats with a keen lilt, "you'll do for the time being."

His blue eyes scan the facade of the compound. It appears nothing more than a remote and overpriced mansion. The man takes a deep breath as if tasting the air and pauses as his gaze falls upon you. His brows twitch but he does not react otherwise.

He turns back to Rico and claps his back, "well, we traveled far, we require food and sleep and if you can spare it, lots of alcohol."

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[mysicklove]

Pairings: Drunk! Bachira x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Just a silly little fic where reader has to take care of her lovely, very intoxicated (and horny) bf

A/N: Very self-indulgent. I had a lot of fun writing this, even if its a little pointless and I have little ppl reading my bllk stuff

Bachira is a lightweight. Sure the muscles he gained from the years of soccer helped him just a little, but other than that, after three drinks he is a goner. Some nights he cries about everything he sees, others he's laughing till he physically can't anymore. You'll never know what you'll get, but either way, he has to be watched 24/7.

And of course, his friends like to use this against him. In a couple of days it is his birthday, so the boys took him out drinking to celebrate. You didn't mind, it's not like your boyfriend would ever do anything too bad while intoxicated. Besides, you threatened Isagi enough to watch over him.

Of course, the knocking on your apartment door did not sound like a good sign. Nor Isagis slightly slurred, "Y/N! Open up!"

You sigh, and stand up from your spot on the couch to hear Kunigamis gruff, "Dude be nice!"

"Please open up?"

"We are at Y/Ns house? Woaahhhhh!"

You open the door to see Kunigami, Isagi, and of course your boyfriend. He is being held up by the two, his head lolled to the side and a lazy grin on his face.

You raise your eyebrows at Isagi in particular. He knew how easily Bachira gets drunk. "Really?"

"Hey don't look at me! Kunigami was the one who gave him shots!"

Your mouth flies open and you turn to the orange-haired man. "You gave him shots? Are in insane? He gets tipsy off a sip of alcohol!"

"Y/NNNNN," Bachira whines, trying to wave at you from the hands on the two's shoulders. You half-heartedly wave back, looking back to the other two for an explanation.

Kunigami leans forward to get a look at Isagi. "How was I know he was a lightweight?"

Isagi points a thumb at you. "He was crying about how he missed her after two drinks!"

Before Kunigami could argue, Bachira tries to reach out for you, and goes toppling forward. All three of you guys catch him, your hand on his chest to try and steady him. "You caught me!" He giggles to you, smiling as his forehead bumps yours.

"Yeah no, we caught you. Y/N, do you think you can handle him?" Isagi says glancing at you, hoping you aren't too mad.

You sigh, and manage to wrap an arm around your shoulder. He leans his head onto your shoulder, trying to get as close to you as possible. He was so clingy when drunk. "Yeah yeah. I'm fine. He isn't too heavy."

The boys both sigh in relief and help pass him on to you. You turn around and wave them goodbye. They nod and apologize before you shut the door. You hear Kunigami mumble something about how this trip was sobering him up.

"Let's get you to clean up and to bed, hmm?" You sigh, rubbing his hair affectionately and beginning to drag him to the bathroom. It was harder than you thought, considering he was basically putting all his weight on you, and cuddling up to you.

"I had fun tonight!"

"Yeah?" You respond, maneuvering him to sit on the closed toilet seat. He nods his head, it's slow and wobbly, but cute.

"But I—But then I was like.....Like where is Y/N? I miss Y/N." Both of his hands are planted in between his slightly spread legs, and he's swaying from side to side. "And they were getting mad at me!"

An amused smile pulls at your face as you open the cupboard and pull out a soft light blue headband. "What did they say?" You say, placing the headband over his face, and then back up again to remove his bangs from his face.

He touches the headband, while his eyebrows slightly furrow. "Hmmmm...They said—Oh! They said I was being dramatic! And I was soooooo confused. Because I am not dramatic, Isagi is the dramatic one!"

You bark a small laugh as you use a wet rag to damp his face with water. "I like your laugh," He mumbles, head falling forward onto your stomach. You prop him back up and he pouts at you but doesn't say anything.

You grab the face wash and foam it up, before turning back to him and spreading it on his face. He blinks up at you and smiles at the proximinity. "You are so pretty, Y/N"

"Thanks, Meguru. Can you close your eyes for me? I don't want to get soap in them." He obeys with a hum and begins to sway again, but this time it seems more purposeful as if he was just happy to be there.

'Y'know, I think I like you. Like really really really like you," He chirps, leaning into your touch, and allowing his face to get massaged by the soap.

You laugh at him, a grin plastered on your face. "Weird...Cause I happen to really really really like you too." His eyes fly open with his smile. "Close them."

"Oooooh so demanding. I like that too."

You ignore him, instead grabbing the washcloth and beginning to remove the soap from his face. "So I was thinking....." He opens his eyes when he feels you dab at his forehead.

You can tell he is looking at you to prompt him. "Yeah?"

"Wellllllllll, I think tonight. Well actually! And tomorrow and after tomorrow and the day after—"

"Meguru," You warn, cutting off his ramblings.

He giggles at you. "We should have sex!"

You pull off his headband and set it back away, trying to fight back the smile. "You are a horny drunk. It's not happening tonight, that's for sure."

He lets out a loud dramatic whine and stands up, wobbling over to you. "But whyyyyy. It's my birthday! And I am not drunk!"

You watch him stumble over his feet and raise an eyebrow. Before he could fall you grab at his side and lead him back down to the toilet. You hand him a glass of water. "Drink."

He takes a couple gulps of water under your watchful gaze, before cringing from the lack of air, and slamming it back on the counter. He immediately goes back to the conversation before. "Whyyyyyy. But I like—No love you! This is what people who are dating do!"

"Because you are drunk. Your breath smells like straight alcohol. And your birthday is not for another two days, egoist."

"I am going to brush my teeth. And then—You!" He jabs a finger in your face. "Will meet me!" Finger flips around to point at himself. "In the bed in five minutes. Where we!" He rotates the finger back and forth between the two of you. "Will make love."

You nod at him, patting his head in a teasing way. "Lets work on the first task. And I will think about it."

He seems to like this answer, eyes lighting up. "Really?"

"Sure," You say, knowing its definitely not happening. You grab his toothbrush and lather it with toothpaste.

"Oh my—I just remembered something."

"Hmm?" You mumble, putting water on the bristles.

"I got hit on at the bar!" He giggles, looking up at you with a grin.

You narrow your eyes and cock your head to the side. It's not like you were worried about it, but still, it was not something to hear about it. "She said—Wait. What did she say? Oh! Oh! She said I was "totes adorbs" Isn't that funny, Y/N? She was a foreigner!"

You didn't think it was too funny. You hand him the toothbrush, but he doesn't take notice to it, still immersed in the story. "But hey! Guess what."

"What?"

"I said I was married. And coming back home to my wife. My wife as in you! You are my wife. Er-um, pretend wife, who will be my real wife soon!" He rambles on, leaning forward toward you to hopefully coax out some approval.

You indulge him, smiling at him. "Good job, my pretend husband," You tease, ruffling up his hair gently. "Now, brush your teeth."

He nods, plunging the toothbrush into his mouth and getting to work. You lead him to the sink and he spits it out and turns to you with approval. You nod at him, and he gives himself a thumbs up in the mirror.

ust when you are about to lead him out of the bathroom, you watch a frown begin to form. Not a good sign. The waterworks were coming. "I missed you so much," He whines gripping onto your shirt, as tears begin to prick at his eyes.

"Wow, Meguru. You really are drunk. C'mon, let's get you to bed," You sigh, hoisting him up and helping him toward the bedroom.

He sniffles at you, leaning into your neck. "Did you not miss me?"

"I missed you desperately," You tease, smiling at him and wiping away the dramatic crocodile tears.

He seems to like this answer, nodding to himself. "Good. Cause I missed you."

"I know, love."

"A lot. I was so so sad." You cover your mouth to hold back the laugh. You didn't want to encourage him even more or make him cry again. "But don't worry! I am happy again!"

"I'm glad." You say as you begin to undress him.

"Woah. Woah. Woah. You said—You said! We weren't doing it tonight. But look at you." You glance up at him in amusement and then tug his sleep shirt on. Once he realizes it, he pouts and looks away.

Then you pull up the covers for him and lead him into bed. He more like trips into the sheets, but you throw a pillow on him, not worried about it.

Finally, you get on your side and tuck yourself in next to him. "Goodnight Meguru, let's hope the hangover isn't too bad."

"I really want to have sex," He turns to you, blinking at you in the dark.

You sigh, pushing a pillow in front of his face. "Maybe tomorrow, you drunk. Goodnight Meguru."

He groans one last time, and you hear him mumble, "Worst birthday gift ever." into the pillow. He falls asleep in less than thirty seconds.

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻: 𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓱

Content Includes: Sub!Seonghwa x Mommy!gn reader, needy sex, nipple play, a fuck ton of it (fondling, biting, sucking etc), lotus position, kissing, praise, subspace, grinding, cockwarming, unprotected sex, 18+

Word Count: 980

Requested By: @ddeonghwassimp

‘Seonghwa…you okay?’ 

Your hands stroked Seonghwa’s soft, long hair as he settled himself on your chest, a soft hum of contentment vibrated through your chest as Seonghwa’s eyes fluttered shut. 

‘Mmmm, just tired…really tired’. 

It was more than that, Seonghwa looked burnt out and his energy was flat, he wasn’t just physically tired but emotionally depleted. 

‘You can fall asleep if you want too precious, it’s late…I’ll be here when you wake up’.

The tone of your voice was soft, calm and nurturing as you continuously stroked your hand through his hair and rubbed his back. 

Seonghwa’s body started to relax and loosen above you and it brought you relief, letting out a sigh of contentment as his body heat was making you sleepy and your mind drifted off. 

‘Mmmm…mmhhmmm’ 

Muffled whines and whimpers brought you back into the present and the brushing of Seonghwa’s hair was tickling your skin, feeling his mouth warm and hot against your chest. 

‘What’s wrong precious?, aren’t you comfortable?’

His fingers ran hastily up your sides, burying his face into your tank top and nuzzling as he rutted his hips into the sheets, his moans becoming more whiney and frequent. 

‘I don’t want to sleep, I want more…’

A simple tilt of his chin and Seonghwa stared up at you with blown out pupils and hazy eyes, his brow furrowed and his bottom lip pouty. 

‘Ohh precious…’ 

You deliberately shifted your voice into a more authoritative tone, one that you knew Seonghwa needed and he wasn’t ready to admit it yet. 

‘You want to suck Mommy’s tits?’ 

Frantic nodding and the feeling of nimble fingers sliding your singlet up was the response you were looking for, smirking as you saw Seonghwa’s hips wiggle in excitement and his eyes sparkle in anticipation. 

‘Yes, Mommy…please, that would feel soooo good’. 

You gently grabbed Seonghwa’s hand, maintaining eye contact with him as you pressed gentle pecks over the tips of his fingers and his knuckles. 

‘Go on then…’

You placed his hand on your clothed breast and smiled gently at Seonghwa, giving him permission by nodding your head. 

‘Take what you need’. 

His reaction was almost instantaneous as Seonghwa made small squeaks and hums of excitement as he pulled your singlet, exposing yourself to him. 

‘Hmmmm’ 

Seonghwa groaned in ecstasy as his tongue swirled across your left nipple, wrapping his mouth around the bud and sucking harshly. 

‘Good…ahh! Good boy’ 

You praised in an attentive voice and enjoyed watching his lashes flutter, his face relax in relief and his body enter into a blissful state. 

‘My gorgeous and special boy looks so pretty sucking on Mommy’s tits right now, let the day fade away my love and let Mommy make you feel good’. 

‘Mmmm, Mommy’ 

Seonghwa whined out before releasing your right nipple with a loud POP as he tucked his chin into your chest, staring at you with glassy eyes, a wet mouth and drool on his chin. 

‘Don’t say that…I’m already so hard for you…I won’t be able to calm down’. 

‘Who said anything about calming down precious?’ 

Seonghwa’s whine was heavenly when you lifted your hips up and grinded against him, admiring his flushed cheeks and his pouty lip. 

‘You can fuck me if you want too baby, Mommy wants to please you and help you forget about your day’. 

A wet kiss was firmly planted on your lips, Seonghwa’s sighs and hums causing your body to shiver in anticipation from his touch. 

‘Thank you Mommy, thank you…you’re so good to me…’m always hard for you’ 

The stars were in your favour that day when the weather was hot enough for you to wear a skirt, making the undressing process very easy with Seonghwa hastily pulling your panties down and off your legs. 

A soft giggle left your chest as you admired how focused Seonghwa was looking, it was almost like he was on a mission to fuck you in his state of submission. 

You beamed at him with shining love and helped Seonghwa pull himself on top of you, cradling his face and stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. 

‘How do you want me precious?’ 

‘On top, want Mommy to ride me’. 

Seonghwa hurriedly rolled over to his front and the ruffling of clothes being removed were heard amongst the silence, finishing with both of you being nude and his back against the headboard. 

‘Just sit there for me baby’ You cooed at Seonghwa as you began to straddle him, finding yourself in a make-shift lotus position. 

He was so hard. You were so warm. 

You weren’t aiming to finish, you just wanted to cherish the time of Seonghwa being in such a needy state when he’s had a bad day. 

But fuck, your body and mind was drowning in heat when you looked down to see Seonghwha in an absolute fucked and needy state of wreck. 

Glassy eyes, hair dampened to his forehead, reddened cheeks and mouth wet with drool as he was completely entranced by watching your tits bounce in his face, fingers dipping into your hips as he grinded his hips against yours. 

‘Mommy has the best tits’ He murmured, his mind content in a far-away place. 

‘’M a good boy for Mommy…Mommy’s good boy…’

The sex was intimate, quiet and filled with care as your praise and reassurance carried Seonghwa to his release, finishing with a whimper of your name. 

‘There we go mmm? You did so well’ 

A messy kiss was pressed to Seonghwa’s forehead, smirking at his whines and hums when you ran your hands up his shoulders, feeling his hips still under yours. 

‘I’m going to clean us up now’ 

Seonghwa’s hands clutched firmly on your hips, gasping as you grinded over his sensitive and overstimulated cock. 

‘No…’ He let out a frustrated whine, lip pouting and brow scrunching. 

‘It feels so good, Mommy stay more?’ 

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[maximoff-pan]

I know you haven’t watched season 4 yet, but how about a fluffy little blurb about steve and the reader being cutesy and all that shit… or maybe even some mutual pining and teasing from robin or nancy or something like that…

i just miss your steve content

hmmmm, I haven’t written for steve in a while, but it feels good to be back. I apologize if this is kind of short and all over the place, I’m more than a little rusty, and getting ready to dip my toes back into the hunky harrington waters…

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warning(s): some swears, no spoilers for season 4 :)

quick a/n: I have no idea what this is, but enjoy this little blurb that has nothing to do with any of the stranger things plot lines whatsoever…

“Oh please.” Robin’s tone is so dismissive, dripping in annoyance as her hand waves in disgust, that you almost flinch. “You and I both know that Dustin and I are only here because you can’t handle the tension between you and Steve.”

“Robin. That’s not—“

She scoffs, loudly cutting you off. “You’re afraid of what will happen if the two of you are alone.”

You puff out a breath of air. “Am not.” You pout like a petulant child, eyes wide and posture defensive.

You feel immature, and okay, maybe it’s because that’s how you’re acting, but you can’t help it. The implication of this conversation is enough for you to want to throw yourself in the lake and drown.

“Talk to him.” Robin pleads, eyes flicking over to the left where Steve and Dustin are dressed in their dorkiest swim trunks, as they lather themselves in sunscreen. They’re laughing, boisterously so. It’s cute, you think. Seeing how close they are.

“Why do you care so much?” The cadence of your voice carries with the breeze.

Robin’s sigh is less than reassuring to you. She knows something you don’t. And you don’t like that. “He asked you on a date (Y/n).”

“What?” Your brows furrow, lips quirking in confusion. You almost laugh. “I think I would know if Steve Harrington asked me on a date.”

A disapproving frowns finds its way onto Robin’s face. “Let me ask you this,” she prefaces, lips pulled into a tight thin line before she speaks again, “did he ask for me to be here today?”

Her question catches you off guard. You suppose he didn’t, but Steve hadn’t specified much of anything when he’d asked you to join him for a fun summer day on the lake, as he’d so jovially put it.

Robin’s eyes narrow at you slowly. “And what about Dustin? Who invited him?”

“I did.” You say, realization starting to dawn on you. “I invited both of you.”

“There you go.” She says, as if waiting for the metaphorical ball to drop.

A moment passes, one, two, three, then:

“This was supposed to be a date, wasn’t it?”

“Mmm.” Robin hums. “He’s been talking about finally asking you for weeks.”

“Oh god.”

Your palms find your face suddenly, your cheeks warm to the touch. “And then I turned it into a group hangout.” You groan externally, face now in your hands, “I’ve screwed up haven’t I?”

Robin smiles, shaking her head in reassurance. “No.” Her eyes are bright. “Not if you talk to him. Just tell him how you feel.”

She places a hand on your arm encouragingly, nudging you forward. You look over your shoulder back to her, silently pleading with her to convince you not to do this. As you expected, she does the opposite, sending you a cheeky wink and an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“Go get him tiger.”

Fuck…

Approaching Steve and Dustin hesitantly, you allow a soft smile to grace your lips. You want to appear as calm as possible. You don’t want them to see how nervous you are. Besides, this is Steve, totally friendly, and definitely not scary, Steve. How could this go wrong?

When you finally reach them, you hear their conversation stop abruptly, Steve nearly smacking Dustin, hushing at him to shut up. You giggle at the interaction, your nerves easing ever so slightly.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Dustin’s quick to jump in, eager even. “No no, of course not.” Smooth.

“Actually, uh—“ your voice drifts, gaze flicking over to the tall brunette. “I was wondering if we could maybe, talk?”

“Me?” Steve doesn’t hide his surprise as he points to himself. “Uh, yeah, of course. That’s—that sounds good.”

You don’t miss the sly smile Dustin is sending in your direction, as Steve grasps your hand and begins leading you towards the dock.

You can feel the sun beating down on your skin, heat coursing through your body. Your palm is sweaty. You hope he can’t feel it as you release your hand from his.

In your other hand, you’ve got your sunglasses and a towel tucked under your arm. Sliding them on, relief floods you as the need to squint instantly dissipates. You bend down to place your towel on the rough wood of the old dock, sighing as you take a seat. Sitting side by side, your knees bump gently, knocking into each other as a gust of a breeze blows by you.

“So,” the staccato click of Steve’s tongue is a nervous habit. A tick he portrays when he’s unsure. “Nice weather huh?”

He’s trying to ease the tension with a teasing tone and an easy smile, but when he notices it’s not working, he frowns.

“Sorry.” He coughs in apology, turtling in on himself. “Um, what did you want to talk to me about?”

Pulling your coverup around your body, you hold your arms tight across your chest. You suddenly feel very exposed, both physically and emotionally. You don’t know if it makes you feel better or worse that Steve is only in his swim trunks. Maybe it’s a little bit of both.

“I uh—“ you take a shaky breath in, trying to steady yourself. “I wanted to talk about today.”

“Okay.” He nods, still a little confused, palms splayed out as he leans his weight back on them in anticipation.

You decide to bite the bullet. If Robin was right, which she almost always is, then Steve has made his intentions with you clear, and you’ve just been too blind to see it.

“I like you Steve, a lot.”

You hear him suck a long breath in, but he doesn’t respond, allowing you the chance to continue.

“I just—Robin told me that when you asked me here, you were actually asking me on a date, which I totally misread by the way.” You’re rambling, you know you’re rambling, but now that you’ve started talking, it’s as if you can’t stop. “And then I panicked and invited her and Dustin because I thought there was no chance you could ever like me like that.”

The shadowy glow from the gaze of your sunglasses casts a beautiful reflection across Steve’s face. “And then Robin told me how stupid I’ve been.” You stop for a moment to chuckle at yourself, a puff of air catching in your throat. “So I thought, what the hell, I may as well tell you how I feel, even if you don’t feel the same, which is totally okay if you don’t.”

Steve can’t see your eyes, but he really wants to. “No pressure, really.” He hears you say airily. You’ve just poured your heart out to him, you’re at your most vulnerable, and yet he’s never seen you more content.

Impulsively, Steve reaches up to your face, pulling your sunglasses off. He smiles at the sight. “You have such beautiful eyes.”

“Oh.” That’s not the response you expected. “Thank you.”

Steve chuckles. You’ve never been good at taking compliments. “That means I like you too, dummy.”

The smile that breaks out onto your face is otherworldly, like nothing he has ever seen before. It’s beautiful, an ethereal creation, like an angel is glowing before him. His heart beats wildly, he wants to remember this moment forever. How could someone possibly care for him this much? How did he manage to get you to like him?

Steve will never be able to fathom it.

You lean your head against his shoulder, sighing in utter happiness. He does the same, his soul singing in joy as a calm silence passes over you. The sound of the water and the wind mixes with the serene passing of time. You don’t need words to know how special this is, how wonderful it feels. Minutes go by, nothing matters but you.

“Hey Steve?” You muse, suddenly feeling bold. He hums in response. “You have beautiful eyes too.”

• • • • •

Watching from the sidelines as the scene before them unfolds, the smirk on Robin’s face grows imminently.

The long-standing bet between her and the young teen boy standing next to her is all but won. Like the true friend (and idiot) he is, Dustin had picked Steve to be the one to confess his feelings to you. Robin obviously and correctly, had picked you.

A soft fuck falls from Dustins lips as Robin’s palm gently claps him on the back. Her eyes meet his with such a confidence, a victorious pride pouring through her gaze. And with the quirk of her lip, she grins.

“Pay up curly.”

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

What Have I Done… ~Broken!Casey Novak xFem Wife!Reader

Summary— Occurs at the end of season 9/beginning of season 10. When Casey gets in trouble with Liz for committing a Brady violation, she goes home after a long day to Reader. Reader comforts Casey.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: angst, fluff, crying, implied exhaustion, light alcohol consumption, unhappy endings, etc.

Enjoy (;

Liz had given you a call earlier today and given you a heads up of what had gone down today.

You were anxious, biting your lip and nails, and fidgeting like crazy as you waited for Casey to come home. Finally, the door to your shared apartment opened. It creaked open, Casey entered the hallway, and then it creaked shut.

You were in the kitchen, already lightly nursing a glass of wine, standing behind the kitchen island, resting on the island for stability.

Hell, after what Liz has told you, you were sure you would both need the alcohol tonight…

Casey finally came into the kitchen, blazer and shoes still on and case in hand. He stopped at the entrance of the kitchen, froze right on spot.

“Hey Baby…” you gently spoke, as you came around the island, placing the glass down, and coming up to the redhead.

You placed your hands on her side and cheek, while Casey stood frozen still.

“H-hi…” she breathed out.

You looked into her eyes, they were filled with pain and agony. It broke your heart. You pulled your forehead against hers. Casey sighed a little in relief at your direct touch

“Case…” you whispered, “Liz called”

At your words, Casey pulled her head up and stepped back lightly. Suddenly, her briefcase slipped from her fingers and the contents scattered on the ground.

Her eyes began to a swell and her lips began to tremble.

“W-what…?” Casey choked out.

Your heart was being ripped to shreds now. You hated seeing the love of your life in this much pain.

“I talked to Liz. She told me… what happened, about you and the bar…” you softly spoke.

You saw the lump in her throat as Casey swallowed, and as she tried to suppress her tears.

“I’m— I’m a failure” Casey choked out, before she began uncontrollably sobbing.

You were quick to pull her into your embrace, cradling her form with all the love you could muster. Casey immediately melted into your touch, wrapping her hands around you. She instinctively buried her face in the crook of your neck.

“No no no, baby… you’re not a failure.” You whispered, comforting the woman.

“Y-yes I am…!” Casey croaked, in between sobs.

Tears were streaming down the redheads face and onto your shoulder and neck. But you didn’t mind.

“No Case…” you sighed, “You made a mistake… everyone does… and the committee will see that.” You whispered.

You got more uncontrollable sobs in response. You rubbed and caressed Casey in every place you could reach, and you could feel Casey starting to slowly calm, as you let her get it out.

“That’s it. good girl. Get it all out…” you comforted her gently, “How about a bath, hmmm baby…?”

Casey sniffled and nodded slowly into your shoulder. You smiled lightly and nodded, slowly and gently leading Case to your shared bathroom.

You turned the water on.

Then you slowly got her undressed, as well as yourself. Casey wasn’t sobbing uncontrollably anymore, but tears were still rolling off her cheeks and she was still sniffling. You lent her a hand to get into the half-filled tub, joining her promptly after.

Casey was quick to snuggle up to your naked frame, starting to cry again into your chest this time. You played with her hair lightly, gently reassuring her that it was going to be okay and that she was doing good.

Eventually, Casey’s sounds had faded and she started pawing at you.

“Hmmmm Case, what’s up…? Use your words for me, sweet girl…” you coaxed the redhead.

Casey blushed a little.

“Mm hungry…” she murmured.

“Makes sense. Good thing I made lasagna.” You hummed and nodded.

At this, Casey perked up. For a moment, her eyes weren’t dismal, they were hope-filled. But they soon returned to their saddened state.

You then helped Case out of the tub, and handed her a towel to dry off. You both got dressed in your pjs, before heading to the kitchen. You both sat down and you served the food.

Afterwards, you carried a now tired and cried out Casey to your shared bedroom. She immediately snuggled up as the little spoon in bed with you.

“Get some sleep, Case, that’s it… It’s all gonna be okay… we’ll fight this together… but not today. Tomorrow…” you softly spoke.

“Mhmmm… thank you, baby…” Casey murmured, “Don’t know how I got so lucky to be with you…”

“You? I’m the one who’s lucky… luckiest wife alive.” You chuckled.

And before you knew it, she was dozing off, with those little snores you always found so adorable…

~~~

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[shelbgrey]

So, I was wondering if it would be cool to request a Ray Stantz fic with either prompt 0.7 or 2.1?

Something strange(Ray Stantz)

Paring: Ray Stantz x Spangler!Reader

Summary: during a ghost bust ray gets possessed. This has never happened to any of them before and his girlfriend of just a few months may have to admit something she hasn't yet.

Prompt: 2.1) “i love you in every universe”

MasterList

It was late in the afternoon, Ray was working on the Ecto-1, music blasting. Between the booming sounds of the Beatles and the clinking of tools he didn't hear y/n sliding down the fire pole.

“Ray..” she said a little loud so Ray could hear her.

He didn't hear her and continued to tinker under the hood of the car.

“Raymond!” she shouted louder.

This time he heard the sudden noise startled him, making him smack his head on the inside of the hood when he heard a noise. “shi- HMmmm that hurt!” he mumbled, pulling away from the car.

She covered her mouth, trying not to sinker. “Sorry Honey, I didn't mean to scare you” she said, rubbing my boyfriend's head gently.

“Ah don’t sweat it Doll, and ya didn’t scare me too bad.” Ray pecked her on the cheek then turned back to the car, he pulled the keys out of his pocket and got behind the wheel. He turned the key, the car engine skipped and made sickly noises. “Dammit not again.” Ray sighed and got out of the car before slamming the door shut.

Y/n cringed at the sound Ecto-1 made. “So it's probably a bad time to say we just got a call to bust a class-5 ghost…”

Ray paused, throwing his head back in frustration. “Oh you’re kidding!”

“yeah… Peter wanted me to tell you and see how the car was doing”

Ray rubbed his forehead, frustrated. “Okay, don’t worry about the car… where was the sighting?”

“Just outside of the city... But if the car isn't working…”

“It’s alright babes, I'll get this old rust bucket runnin in 5! Just let me tinker with this a bit..” Ray took various pieces out, placing them on the hood, then he noticed a loose wire and chuckled. He quickly put the hood back on and the car roared to life, seemingly out of nowhere. “Damn I’m good.”

She smiled “okay, I'll tell the boys the car is runnin’”

“Good.. Hey do me a favor?” Ray Said, making y/n stop in her tracks, she climbed back down the steps and faced Ray. “What's up?”

“Kiss me.” he requested, giving his girlfriend his usual adorable smile.

Y/n laughed and playfully shook her head. “You're covered in motor oil” she playfully backed up and put her hands up in defense.

“So what? A few drops of motor oil has never killed anybody… And you've been covered head to toe in slime before” His voice was playful as he started walking towards her. She giggled and continued to back up away from him.

“Come on Honey” He followed her till he had her trapped between the wall of the garage and his body, “what ya gonna do now?” he smirked, placing his palms flat on the wall on either side of her, caging her in. He had her right where he wanted her.

She playfully rolled her eyes and leaned up and pressed her lips to his. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled them closer together, kissing her much more passionately.

The kiss didn't go very far because Peter slid down the fire poll that led to the garage In his Ghostbusters uniform. “Hey, less kissin' more bustin', that class five isn't gonna trap itself” Peter said to the both of them as Egon and Winston slid down the poll in their Ghostbuster uniforms as well.

“Damn Peter, you gotta have the worst timing ever” His voice was still lighthearted as he pulled away from y/n, a grin still on his face.

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes and left his arms to get her Ghostbusters uniform and proton pack, as she was getting her gear Peter spoke. “ya know the rules Bug, class-5 ghost... You stay home” Peter told her.

Y/n rolled her eyes at Peter. Peter and the boys were way over protective of her since she was the only girl on the team that actually busted ghosts.

Peter and the boys would always call her Bug. Mostly because she was the total opposite of her older brother Egon. As Peter would put it, y/n was always ‘buzzing’ around so the name kinda stuck.

“That's a stupid rule, I can take care of myself and a class-5 if I can take care of you boys” She said pointing at all four of the Ghostbusters. “... Hell, the four of you would starve to death in your dirty laundry if I wasn't around”

Ray laughed at this. “You know I think she might have a point” Ray had finished putting on his gear, and he and the team were preparing to leave, he walked over to y/n and gave her a quick kiss. “Just promise not to do anything dangerous, ok?”

“I promise…”

Ray smiled, nodding in appreciation. “That’s my girl.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and began walking towards the Ecto-1, he climbed in, taking off down the road.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

The team stopped outside of a run down house, “Now, this is a class 5, so watch yourselves.” Egon said in a serious tone as the rest of the guys made their way out the car. “Alright, Everybody keep your game faces on.” Ray added.

“We should split up... And keep your walkie-talkies on” Peter told us all.

Y/n and the guys all nodded in agreement, Ray and Winston went left towards one end of the house, while Egon and Peter went right towards the other. They could all hear Egon speaking into his radio “You guys hear me?”

“I can hear ya Egon” y/n told her older brother as she walked down the dim hallway. “Do you guys see anything?” y/n asked the four boys through the walkie-talkie.

Y/n could hear Ray through the walkie talkie yelling

“Oh yeah! I got a big bastard in front of me!” Ray said he was walking out of the room, suddenly a dark poltergeist tackled him. He fell to the ground and was grabbed by a dark, hissing ghost. Ray screamed into the walkie talkie* “Help me god dammit! It’s got me!”

“Ray!” y/n's heart pounded when she heard him struggling through the walkie-talkie, she ran down a few hallways till she found him on the floor struggling with the ghost. Before she could reach him the ghost turned into a puff of black smoke that surrounded him, then within a blink of an eye, Ray was panting and the ghost was gone. Ray looked down, darkness surrounding his eyes, he wasn't his normal self anymore. “Ray…” she said softly, touching his cheek.

“y/n don't touch him!” Egon shouted, running up to him. He pushed y/n back, not realizing the force he used. Y/n tumbled to the ground as Egon scanned Ray's body with his EMF reader, it screamed and blinked with ghost activity.

Ray continued to struggle, he was breathing very heavily and his eyes were dark and cloudy. The ghost had a tight grip around him, Egon aimed his phaser gun but hesitated to fire. “This thing is attached to Ray, move y/n! I don’t want to hit you by accident!”

She pushed the proton gun away so it wasn't pointing at Ray. “Ray's possessed! If you shoot him it could seriously harm him!” y/n said to Egon.

“And if I don’t shoot it’ll kill him!” Egon yelled back angrily. “I know he’s possessed! But the only way to free him is to destroy the ghost using the proton gun!”

“Are you willing to risk Ray's life!” y/n shouted back at Egon. Ray's eyes were dark and he just looked at us menacingly as the ghost took over his body.

Egon was getting frustrated, but he wouldn’t give in. “Look I know this is bad, but that thing is just using his body as a vessel. If we kill it, Ray will come back to his senses!” Egon said sternly while aiming the gun at Ray.

Before y/n could fire back at her older brother, Peter and Winston ran towards them in a panic. “What happened?” Winston asked.

Peter went to touch Ray but saw his eyes were black and immediately jerked back. “okay... This is bad” *

Peter said.

“We know!” Egon said angrily. “This thing won’t let go of him!”

Ray was struggling against the grip the ghost had on him, he couldn’t move or speak, all he could do was stare at them with those dark eyes.

“This has never happened before, what do we do?” Winston asked.

“He's too dangerous to touch,” Peter added.

Egon sighed, he knew he had to do something before the ghost took total control. “You guys, move back! I’m gonna shoot it, if Ray gets caught in the crossfire it’s the only way”

“Hold it!” Peter shouted.

“What?!” Egon shouted. “It’s the only way, I’m not gonna let this damn thing control him! We have to take the risk!”

“I'll be right back and don't go anywhere and don't do anything!” Peter said and ran out to Ecto-1.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Egon yelled at Peter as he ran out to the car. “I’m not waiting!”

The ghost continued to hold Ray in its evil grasp, Egon aimed his gun. Peter came back, he snapped some black gloves on and started to duck tape Ray's hands together as Ray struggled in Peter's grasp.

Ray struggled and fought against him, trying to get free, but with his hands tied he couldn’t do much. Egon hesitated.

““This thing is really making this harder than it has to, should I take the shot? Peter? Or do you have an idea!?”

Peter huffed and wrapped tape around Ray's middle, securing his arms to his side. “we're gonna take him back to headquarters and you're gonna check him out in the Lab” Peter told Egon.

Ray probably would have ran off had he wasn't tied up, but he had no choice other than to let this happen. Egon looked annoyed, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go down. He sighed. “Fine.. I guess that’s the best course of action now.”

“Good, Winston help me carry Ray to the car” Peter told Winston then turned to y/n. “Bug, you're driving... I'm not risking you sitting in the back and getting hurt” Peter told her.

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“Sorry, Janine we need this!” Peter called out and took her office chair. Before she could protest or ask what was going on, Peter had already wheeled the chair to Ecto-1. Janine's curiosity got the best of her and she followed Peter, her eyes widened when she watched Winston and Peter move a struggling Ray into her office chair.

The three men grunted and fought, Winston held Ray down and Peter quietly secured Ray to the chair with more duct tape.

Egon and Peter pushed Ray into the lab and started reading the ghost activity. Ray grunted and tried to break free from the duct tape.

“Ray…don't make me use this” Peter pointed the proton gun at Ray and spoke to him like he was a child.

“Will you guys stop with the guns already?” Y/n snapped and pushed the gun down.

“G-guys…. Y/n?..h-elp m-me” Ray grunted for the first time. Y/n's heart shattered and she ran to his aid just out of instinct. Egon tried to stop her but she broke free from his grasp.

“Ray? Honey, look at me” She said holding his face in her hands, she didn't see his brownish-green eyes when she stared into his eyes. They weren't his eyes and she wasn't gonna stop till she saw his normal goofy gaze.

“Ray… You gotta fight this” I said sternly, he fought in my hold but I wasn't gonna let him go. “I know you're in there”

“y/n… Honey, help me” Ray then screamed like he was in pain while he fought off the ghost’s deathly hold.

“Ray? I love you! Do you hear me!” she cried, just wanting him back. It would also be smart to note that's the first time she ever told him she loved him, even though they had been best friends since college they just only started dating.

“I love you in every universe”

Smoke then started to surround both Ray and y/n. The ghost started to pull away from Ray's body. Egon and Peter scrambled around from the back of the lab and quickly got a trap and the proton gun.

One last scream ripped from Ray's mouth and ghost cannonball out of Ray. The ghost screamed and hollered as it flew around the lab.

“I got it!” Peter shouted and pointed his proton gun at the ghost, he trapped it with no trouble then quickly kicked it away from Ray and y/n. I bounced off this wall and landed in a dusty corner.

“What happened?” Ray panted, he looked around confused. His brows knitted together when he saw he was covered in duct tape. “why am I covered in tape?”

Y/n immediately wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. “it doesn't matter… your back, that's what matters”

She kissed both of his cheeks then his forehead. “I love you”

“I love you too” Ray mumbled and nuzzled his face into her neck. He kissed her cheek then looked at his friends.

“could ya untape me now?” the boys quickly nodded and set him free, relieved they have their fun loving friend back.

#Ray stantz #Ray stantz x reader #Ray stantz imagines #dan akroyd #Ghostbusters x reader #Ghostbusters imagines #Ghostbusters #80s #who you gonna call #Egon spengler x reader

[soukokumychildren]

Short stories part two in comin' guys! Idk how much I've made since the last one, so here goes-

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Chuuya: I can't fuckin' hear ya! Kunikida: Well, fine, I'll come clos- Chuuya: IM TOO BUSY NOT LISTENIN' TO YA

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Tachihara: My disguise is flawless! Chuuya: Oh yeah? does not know who this guy is What does it look like? Tachihara: brandishes his signature band-aid Chuuya: Raises brow Tachihara: puts it on Chuuya: jumps like a cat HOLY SHI--TACHIHARA?! WHERE IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK DID YOU COME FRO-

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(Chuuya doesn't like people touching him)

Chuuya: choking on carrots Someone random: I know the heimlich, I know how to help! Chuuya: frantically yelps NO! dies

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Fukuzawa: All I ask is for you to hug them. Chuuya: looks frantically at Shin (I will not give them the high and mighty title of Soukoku) Y-you're kidding. Awkward chuckle. Fukuzawa: Fatherly raise-eyebrow look. Chuuya: Eheheh…eheh…oh come on… Also Chuuya: Slowly looks to Shin and specifically looks at Akutagawa Atsushi: Awkwardly raises arms Chuuya: Stumbles over, tries to raise his arms to hug them both and pulls away last second Nope. Nope. Can't do this. I'd rather vomit. I actually can't look at his face. Jogs over to where Dazai was while watching from the side-lines Dazai: Chicken. Chuuya: Oh shut up, dumbass. You would have killed them had they touched me. Hiss.

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Dazai: Wanna see a magic trick? Chuuya: takes a moment before he understands Oh shit- Atsushi: OOh, sure! Dazai: grabs Chuuya before the avian can escape Guys, c'mere!~ Chuuya: DAZAI NO-DON'T YOU DARE YOU SWORE TO ME- Kunikida, Ranpo, Kenji and Yosano: Wander over grudgingly except for Kenji Chuuya: Fuck fuck fuck fuck let me go- writhing and flapping his wings but iTS NO USE Dazai: Watch, guys. Scratches the back of Chuuya's ear Chuuya: Takes a few seconds of silence but then bursts into a ball of aggressive purring Yosano: Oh my god. Kenji: ✨ 0 ✨ Kunikida: O_O Ranpo: Trying so hard not to laugh Atsushi: QMQ W-w-wh-wha- Dazai: Tehdahh!! Chuuya: Fuck--purrr---you shitty--purrrrr--DAZAI--PURRR somehow gets away with wings flapping in his wake as he runs to the bathroom Also Chuuya: Oh my---purrr---fucking god. That shitass promis-purrr..purrr.. F u c k. I'ma revoke the keeping him alive policy, I--purr--swear to GOD-

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Chuuya: "Fuuuuuck you." Dazai: "Fuck you!" Chuuya: "Fuck me, then, coward!" Dazai: "Sure thing you needy little shit!"

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Bram: There used to be a plethora of werewolves during my time. Such things were most common.

Chuuya: …Hmmmm. I can kinda like…get you something as close to a werewolf as I can.

Bram: Please do, I'd be most grateful. It has felt like a millenia since I've last encountered such a common kind that seems so terribly uncommon in these parts.

Chuuya: Disappears, and from the distance: Yo, Atsushi!

Also Chuuya: drags Atsushi by the scruff back to Bram and throws him on the ground like a sack of potatoes Here he is. He's more of a cat though, really. But he's still got the moon shit goin' on.

Bram: This pathetic mongrel? Looks mildly disappointed

Chuuya: Yeahhh, I know. This guy sucks, but he still got the semi-werewolf going on.

Bram: Do you perhaps have anything more than this…creature?

Chuuya: Er..unfortunately….no.

Atsushi: …I have ears, you know. Still on the ground

Chuuya: Pretend you don't and let the adults keep talking.

Atsushi & Bram: …

Atsushi: Screw this. Sits up and walks away

Chuuya: grabs him by the scruff again He's just a tad stubborn. If he turns into a full tiger under the full moon, do you think that'll help?

Bram: Sigh I suppose…there's certainly only one way to find out.

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Dazai: Addressing Chuuya’s parents your son calls me daddy too ^^ Chuuya: DAZAI WHAT THE FUCK—

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C: Don't make this worse. D: Define worse-

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Chuuya: You’re bullshitting me so hard right now. Dazai: …. Chuuya: claps hands great, when do we start?

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Chuuya: a cowboy? Eh…I’m not big on riding horses. Dazai: but you’re big on riding me? Chuuya: huh? Dazai: Stupid shit eating mischievous look Chuuya: gets it oh—OH FUCK YOU—

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(Opinon: This one is shit)

Chuuya: tries making a nest Dazai: not helping Chuuya: Dazai, ya ass, come here and help! Dazai: but I’m disabledddd Chuuya: oh fuck off. We’ll see how disabled ya are when I make you carry all the shit we’re gonna get from the store. Dazai: blinks since when are we going to a store? Chuuya: since now. Get the fuck moving. 20 minutes later at a department store (I think)

Dazai: Y’know, you remind me of the stereotype I heard on the internet. Chuuya: mmmm? Dazai: where women have a knack for comfort in bed, so they have an exorbanatly large amount of pillows and blankets? Chuuya: comes close and hisses Ain’t my fault that I’m half dragon and in need of a nest! Fuck off about the subject or so help me, damnit!

….so the nest was built afterward, and Dazai served timeout in the corner for 20 minutes instead of snuggling with Chuuya in his new nest

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Chuuya: twittering Dazai: listens to him and knows he's saying something but doesn't know what Atsushi: joins on the conversation, growling and snarling to Chuuya Chuuya: twitters and whistles back Dazai, feeling jealous: You guys have a secret language now!? No fair!!

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(Part 2 kinda)

C: Starts twittering to Atsushi A: Growls back to him to start the conversation A few minutes later…. C: Gasps and comes out of animal speak "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" A: "Nuh uh!" D: Quickly comes in and grabs Chuuya before he could whack the shit out of Atsushi C: "LEMME GO!" D: "Chuuya calm down-" C: "That mother fucker is going to FEEL MY WRATH-"

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D: I'm gonna fuck you, Chuuya. C: You mean fuckin' kill me, right? D: …. :) C: You…mean fuckin' kill me….right?

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Chuuya to Dazai: Here, hold this gives him his gloves and ring Chuuya: Goes over to Clthulu HEY SQUIDDY! Clthulu: Turns around by jamming its tentacles into the earth and spinning its massive body towards Chuuya Chuuya: I hope you glued those tentacles on tight. Oh grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again. Corruption insues

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Chuuya: I identify as an asshole. Grins and puts hands on hips Dazai: And I identify as the dick. Chuuya: … Dazai: … Chuuya: Gets it OH YOU DICK- Dazai: Case in point ;D

-- That's caught up to the most recent ones! Enjoy :))

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #soukoku #au #bungou stray dogs #dazai x chuuya #skk #skk au #atsushi nakajima #bram stoker #yosano akiko #kunikida doppo #miyazawa kenji #ranpo edogawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #fukuzawa yukichi #tachihara michizou #dazaixchuuya #bsd short story #dj's short stories #short stories #au shorts #small writes #snippets #my writing

[wasteofbandagesxx]

~Fly away with me~

{Nikolai gogol x reader}

Nikolai wanted to take you out on a date. You thought of it as a friendly hangout, but to him, it was more than that. Ever since he met you, he can't help but find interest in you. You looked helpless when he first saw you. You were nothing more but a regular person who just stands there in existence.

"Nikolai, I've forgotten to introduce you to one of my subordinates." A man said, his Russian accent was thick. Nikolai couldn't help but stare at the lovley lady standing next to Fyodor. You looked slightly broken, but her sanity and everything was still there. That's when something clicked in his head. That he wasn't the only one trapped in Fyodor's chains, but you as well. He thought, maybe you guys could be friends. Enjoy each other's company while they are trapped in a cage like helpless birds. Nikolai grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss, giving you one of his silly but handsome smile. "Nikolai Gogol. And you are?" He asks, not letting go of your hand.

"...Y/n."

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and months turned into years. It's been 2 years since you've guys met. You two were inseparable, that's how close you guys are. Nikolai couldn't help but feel giddy over the past 2 yrs whenever he's around you. You just make him so happy.

"Y/nnnn!!" Nikolai whined as he tried getting your attention. You were too busy reading your favorite book and didn't want to be disturbed. Knowing Nikolai, he will never shut up until he's got your attention. With a dramatic sigh, you placed a golden bookmark in the book to keep track of what page your on. You put the book down and finally gave your attention to the jester. "Yes? What is it, Nikolai?" Nikolai couldn't help but feel excited. "Hmmmm...well. I was hoping we could go and hang out! We're free to do whatever we want today, and this precious time shouldn't be wasted!" He said dramatically. "Alright Alright. Let's go then."

And that's how you ended up here, hand in hand and walking side by side as if you two were a couple. Your the kind of person who's too focused on work and tries hard to satisfy Fyodor's needs. Unlike Nikolai, he is care free and loves to annoy the hell out of him.

You two are at a fancy mall looking at fancy things or whatever, Nikolai was like a toddler and you were his babysitter. "Isn't this place wonderful? So many things to look at!" He said with sparkles in his eyes. You couldn't help but smile at his weird behavior. "Oh! Dove look, let's go up those escalators!" With your in his, he drags you over to the escalator. You don't know why but he for some reason finds it amusing. Once you got to the top floor he took you to get Ice cream at the little ice cream shop. He insisted on paying for once and share ice cream together. "Want cookie dough? Gotcha!" He buys the ice cream and insists on feeding you it.

Later on he would like to take you clothes shopping. "Oh Dove! This dress would look beautiful on you, try it on!"

Nikolai felt like passing out when you tried out the nice dress he wanted you to wear. It was a red dress that came with a Dove necklace. "Do I look ok?" You asked, looking in the mirror and checking yourself out. "You look beautiful. Let's get this one." You turned around and gave Nikolai a suspicious look. "I very much doubt that the money your spending isn't yours." Nikolai giggles and pats your head. "I may of stole some money from Sigma."

"Ofc you did." You sighed.

After buying the dress, you guys went out to a fancy dinner. A lot of girls were staring because of how incredible handsome Nikolai is, and he couldn't help but smile in confidence. He enjoys the attention and thrives on it, and that's what you find funny about him. "You sure do attract a lot of ladies" you giggled and ate a piece of your steak. "I sure do. Sadly for them, I only have an eye for one person and it's none of them."

That got you curious enough to ask, "oh? Who is it?" He grins at your question and takes a quick sip of his wine. "You'll find out soon."

Time passes by fast, it was night time already. Nikolai wanted to go for a walk, he thought that it would be calming to enjoy the nice refreshing air after being in a loud noisy mall. You did enjoy the silence with your best friend. And so did he. You two eventually sat down on the small bridge and stared down at the water. "Isn't it beautiful?? Seeing the reflection of the sky in the water is just beautiful. It's like a movie!" Nikolai says happily, you nodded in agreement and then look up. Nikolai followed your gaze and looks up at the sky too. The stars were shaped as two birds flying away together, Nikolai smiled. He smiled, but it wasn't a happy smile this time, it was a sad smile. The stars remind him of how badly he wants to be free, to fly away and be free from emotions. He felt that you were one of the reasons why he felt stuck. Like he was stuck in a cage with a broken wig.

"Dove. Have you ever thought of what free will feels like?" He asked. You looked at him confused, "What are you talking about?" You asked. Nikolai took a deep breath and looked at you, "Freedom, Y/n. Have you ever craved the sweet feeling of freedom? The feeling of being able to fly out of the cage?" He asked again. Of course, you would be too oblivious to understand, thanks to Fyodor with manipulation and mind tricks. Nikolai sighed and turned his body to face you, he grabbed your hands and held them before speaking his mind.

"I want to know what it's like to be free. Life is nothing but emptiness, I use to think Fyodor would fill that emptiness...but I guess not. He was my only friend, or so I thought. But then you came, you came into my life and you filled that emptiness! I want to be free from these emotions, but when it comes to you it's just impossible! Makes me go insane! I spent 2 years thinking about what I want, or how will I be able to possess my own free will with you in the way? But then I realized, not only were you causing me pain, but happiness as well."

You looked at him confused, not knowing what to say before he continued speaking.

"I've come to realize that you are the key to freedom. Like how I am your key as well. You are the reason why I feel sane. I don't feel free because of these feelings I have for you, but the same time I do. You make me feel sane, despite having to live in a dark cruel world we call reality. What I'm saying is that I like you Y/n, I want you to be mine."

You just stood there in shock. Nikolai just smiled silently, hands trembling as he waited for your response. "I want you to be free with me, Dove." He added.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of mixed emotions, you asked yourself if it was love. Hearing Nikolai confess his love for you made you feel warm inside.

"Nikolai...I love you too." You responded.

Nikolai immediately jumped with joy and pulled you into a tight embrace. The warmth of his body made you feel warm and safe, you wanted to melt in his loving embrace. "Oh Dove, I'm so happy you love me too! I can't wait for what the future holds for us!"

You couldn't help but smile at his words, but the next thing he said shocked you to your core.

"Fly away with me. Let's be free together and spread our wings! If your not ready, I'll wait for you."

#anime #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs #nikolai gogol #fyodor dostoevsky #fyp #fanfic #nikolai gogol x reader

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

“I’ve Got My Eyes On You”

@jasminmartinez19

“I do hope you love this my dear. You deserve the credit for this one.” 🖤🖤🖤🐦‍⬛

Master List

It started as small gestures like small insults here and there. But those insults turned into compliments.

*Simons POV*

Just seeing her walk into the room makes my heart flutter and I feel hot especially in my face. The way she smiles.

*God that smile and laugh does things to me that I can’t explain*

All she has to do is smile at me or talk to me and I forget everything about the day or what I was talking about. And already enough Soap has caught whiff of the situation.

The way she cares about everyone makes me jealous. I want to talk to her about these feelings she makes me have. I have to talk with her about it. But fucking hell how?

She walked outside while I was taking a drag she looked like she wanted to say something but the fucking giant had to stomp his way over and interrupt her. I watched her crawl back into her shell she stood there shyly. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She looked so beautiful standing there with a few strands of hair sitting on her lovely face.

*(Y/N) POV*

Gosh just seeing him in the gym working out made my heart flutter so much. All his veins popping out of his arms and legs and the way he looks standing there. I’ve caught myself staring too much and König keeps teasing me about my crush.

Last night I almost had my chance to say something he was standing with Soap taking a drag from his cigarette but König interrupted the moment by telling a story about what happened on the mission that was embarrassing.

Listening to König talk and laugh. His accent was so thick that the Scots accent sounded as loud as his. I watched as Simon stood beside Soap not speaking. He was just there observing the moment. I couldn’t help but watch Simon. The way the mask covered his the mystery that shroud around him made him more desirable to me.

The two blind love birds worked as usually together but they stole glances from each others here and there. Our blind lovers needed a little push to make them realize they both loved each other.

(Y/n) had just gotten back from a mission with König she walked outside and sat down on the ground to watch the sunset.

“König I know you’re behind me?”

*she laughs softly*

“Sorry Schatz”

“It’s okay, can I ask you something?”

“Ja”

“It’s about my crush on you know who?”

König sat beside her and looked at the sunset with her. He sighed softly and spoke.

“Have you told him yet?”

“That’s the part König. I’m afraid too I want to tell him so bad when I’m with him. But I’m afraid he isn’t gonna like me back and it might ruin our friendship and make things weird as we work together”

“Why is having a crush on someone complicated”

*she sighs and cradled her face in her hands*

“It’s called a crush for a reason Schatz. Love makes us into fools. There’s a saying you have here.”

“Why do fools fall in love?”

*he starts to chuckle softly. Nudging her with his elbow*

“Shut up König, you’re such a weirdo.”

*she pushes him back but he doesn’t move at all*

“Schatz don’t over think this? Just tell him how you feel and if he doesn’t feel the same way about you then he’s blind to not see the kind of woman you are.”

*he pats her back and continues watching the sunset*

“Hmmmm okay, I’ll tell him soon. But I need to think about what I’m gonna say to him and when to say it. God!? I’m such a fool in love!!”

*she sighs again with a giggle*

Meanwhile

“Soap drop it!”

“L.t, you have a thing for the Bonnie wee lassie, don’t you.”

*his stern British accent echoed in the weight room*

“Sergeant McTavish let it go?!”

“Oh come on L.t the Bonnie is head over heels in love with you.”

“I’ve seen the way she looks at you and when I catch her she turns red.”

“Go talk to her L.t, she gots her eyes set on you Si.”

Simon stands there looking down at the weight bar and sighs softly. Think about (y/n) the way she smiles and how she makes his day brighter. The way she soft feathery touches excites him. How it makes his heart skip a beat. He hated the feeling at first. He thought he had developed a heart condition so he went to get seen and that’s when they called him and told him his results are all normal and he still didn’t understand why when he was around (y/n) she made his heart flutter.

He didn’t let anyone know about the feeling he had when he was around (y/n). But the Scot already had found out. He saw how Simon froze when he was hit in the shoulder on the field and how (y/n) threw herself on top of him to shield him from the rubble that came crashing down on top of them. The way he held her and not caring about his gunshot wound in his shoulder. She was more important to him and he was important to her as well. She kept her eyes on him ever since that day. She sometimes hums a song called “Say yes to Heaven”

The way she smelled her perfume made him feel so strong. The protective urge to keep her safe was all he thought about in that moment.

-A Few Days Later-

(Y/N) sat alone in the mess hall eating breakfast and reading a book. Soap and König had walked in and looked at each other today was the day they were gonna get the blind lovers alone together.

Soap and König devised a plan for the blind lovers to meet up in the weight room.

After breakfast König approached (y/n) and asked her if she would like to work out with him for the afternoon. She nearly choked on her muffin.

“What?!”

“König you’re joking right?! My guy you’re 6,10 remember and I’m small (your height). *She swallows the muffin with orange juice.*

“Please Schatz, Soap and Ghost are all busy and I don’t have anyone.”

*she sighs and buries her face in her book*

“Okay!, okay calm yourself!?”

“If I die with your work out regimen. I’m coming back to haunt you forever?!”

*König laughed at her response and gave her the time to meet up with him at the weight room*

-Meanwhile-

“L.t you up for weights today?”

“What now McTavish?”

*Simon sighs loudly looking down*

“Come on L.t, König and (y/n) agreed to spar with us today one on one.”

*Simon stopped in his tracks and he perked up not wanting to show his interest he brushed it off and walked away with a simple “No”

This broke his heart, he would give anything or do anything to see (y/n) smile and laugh for him. All he wanted was to be alone with her for once and confess his feelings to her. And hopefully put an end to his fluttering heart “condition” and hopefully make his stomach stop feeling like there’s something fluttering in his stomach

*Hours Later*

(Y/n) walked to the weight room in her shorts and a plain black t shirt. She walked in and ready to see König but she was met with a shirtless Simon Riley hitting the punching bag.

“Oh God?”

*she whispered to herself and she had gotten so red and hot on her face*

She quickly looked down and hid her face and chewed her inner cheek and forced a smile to her face and tries to not look at Simons chest.

“Hey Si, where’s König?”

“König? I don’t know where? Where’s Soap?”

“Soap told me that you and König wanted to spar with us.”

“König asked me to work out with him today because you guys were busy.”

She realized what König had done.

*in her mind*

*“oh my fucking gosh”*

*this was the plan he had set in motion for me to confess my feelings to Simon.*

“If you don’t mind Simon we can spar together or lift weights together.”

*she smiles to him but her sights linger on his sweaty chest*

“Eyes up here love”

“What?!”

“My eyes are up here love”

“I know that. I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

*He sighs softly and laughs softly looking away and walking over to the mats*

“Coming love?”

“Oh yes”

*he’s calling me love. That’s the first he always says rookie or smalls. Why the pet name or has he always said that to me and I never realized it*

*She walks over to the mats and he looks at her up and down and his eyes linger on her chest*

“Eyes up here Ghost?”

*he locked his gaze with hers and smiled*

“I don’t know what you’re talking about love?”

*She blushed at his comment and tried to look away. But he saw how she reacted to his comment. He loved the way she blushed and how she tried to hide it from him*

“Ready Love”

“Yes”

They danced around each other and grabbing one another playfully and they both started to laugh and lightly brush their fingers on each others arms. Time had stopped between the blind lovers.

It seem like hours had gone by but it only had been minutes. The way she smiled to him and how she playfully teased him. Simon had to make a move or something or someone was gonna ruin this moment for them.

He dove after her legs and dragged her underneath him where he pinned her down underneath him. She didn’t fight back she had turned a shade pink under him. Her breathing hitched in her throat.

“Simon”

“Yes love”

“Simon, I uh I -?”

The sound of the doors opening and I’m walking comes Captain Price.

“Fucking Hell”

*he mutters under his breath*

“Simon, (Y/n) I’ve been looking for you too. I hope I’m not interrupting your match.”

“No Sir!”

*Simon stands up and helps (y/n) up to her feet*

She looks to Simon but his full attention is on Captain Price.

“We have a last minute mission. Wheels up in 2 hours be ready”

“Briefing will be in 30mins”

“Yes Sir!”

*Simon leaves the weight room leaving her behind. Her face still pink from the interaction earlier. This moment they shared showed that Simon heart wasn’t made of ice. He actually was gonna confess his feelings and she was about to kiss him*

After the briefing everyone gathers their gear together and she see Simon alone at the tarmac. This is her chance she has to say something.

“Simon can we talk?”

“Yeah Love”

“Okay here I go. I umm-?”

“L.t and Bonnie what’s-?”

“Soap!”

“Go away for a few minutes! Please!”

*she snaps at Soap and König*

*The guys walk away giving them some privacy*

“Okay this is a now or never situation. Okay come on (y/n)”

“Okay”

“Simon I always liked you more then a friend ever since we met. I can’t keep hiding behind a mask when I’m around you. I love when you pick on me and when you leave little gifts in my gear bag. I known it was you all along you remember all the tiny details from my childhood stories I told you about and it makes my heart skip a beat when I’m with you and around you. I can’t keep denying my feelings for you anymore I have to say something and do something.”

“If you don’t feel the same way I don’t want this to ruin our existing friendship.”

*Simon looks at her stunned at her confession. He doesn’t know how to react or what to say to her. All the words he had rehearsed to say to her all disappeared.*

“Please say something?”

*Simon stood in silence looking at her with his stoic serious face*

“(Y/N) I uh I-?”

*she sighs sadly*

*before she can walk away. Simon grabs her arm and pulls her towards him. He pulls her into a kiss.*

“Love you have no idea how long I wanted to do that to you”

“Since we met you’ve always been on my mind. I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve always had my eyes on you (y/n)”

*She smiled to him and pulled him down for another kiss*

Everyone board the plane and they had their gear strapped to them and parachutes checked. Awaiting for the signal. Ghost looked at his lover (y/n).

“Say yes to heaven, say yes to me”

*he winked at her under the red light*

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif.

#simon riley x reader #cod simon ghost riley #mw2 simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon riley fanfic #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghostcodfanfic #ghost x reader #ghost simon riley #oneshot simonriley

[life-winners-liveblog]

(caps warning)

HEY! BIG DOGS! STOP DOING WHATEVER MISCOMMUNICATION YOU'RE DOING AND TALK TO EACH OTHER BECAUSE YOU SECRET LIFE FOLK ARE GIVING ME SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT

SL!Jimmy: I am doing it right now!

SL!Martyn: ... Doing what? What are you talking about?

SL!Joel: He is talking to his voices.

SL!Martyn: His what?!?!

SL!Joel: I know.

SL!Martyn: So... what brings you here Tim... my friend, fellow big dog?

SL!Jimmy: I am here to do the thing the whispers were just pestering me about.

SL!Joel: It being...?

SL!Jimmy: Martyn.(What?!) ... Wait no, that sounds bad ... talking with Martyn (better)

SL!Martyn:...wait ...Whispers...?

DL!Scott: It's what the voices are called, they say so at least.

SL!Martyn: You hear them too... Wait why are you h-

SL!Jimmy: He does and he is here and so does 3rd life Scar and a bunch of other people can we stop interrupting every conversation for these stupid clarifications that no one needs and you only ask to change the topic and actually talk?!

SL!Joel: ... ...

DL!Scott:... well... that was... something...

SL!Martyn:... Yeah... let's talk.

~~~~~

SL!Martyn: So Jimmy I-

SL!Jimmy: Why have you been avoiding me?-

SL!Joel: And mumbo.

DL!Scott: What? What are you on about?

SL!Joel: He has also been ignoring Mumbo -

SL!Jimmy: STOP INTERRUPTING It's my turn talking to Martyn, shut up and wait for yours.

LL!Jimmy: If I was you I would-

DL!Scott: No one cares about what you think. Let him do his thing and then we can be free from this situation.

~~~~~

SL!Jimmy: So why have you been ignoring me?!?

SL!Martyn: I am not ignoring or avoiding you!

SL!Jimmy: You are! Very clearly!

DL!Scott: Can confirm, It's second hand embarassing how bad you are at being subtle.

LL!Jimmy: Not to agree with Scott over here... but you are not exactly...good at it Martyn.

SL!Martyn: ... Oh.

~~~~~

SL!Martyn: Its my fault you died-

SL!Jimmy: Ok thats just...what?!? That's the dumbest, most braindead thing I have heard you say! I jumped in front of a Warden how in the world is it your fault? That reasoning is even worse then Grians!

SL!Martyn: ... W...which Grian...?

SL!Jimmy: All of them.

SL!Martyn: ...

DL!Scott: Accurate. And a touch of ruthless, I am impressed.

SL!Jimmy: Oh! Oh!! Uhhh... thanks ... I didn't expect... I mean... I...

SL!Joel: If I have to wait for you to finish can you do it... faster?

LL!Jimmy: Shhhhhh.

~~~~~

SL!Martyn: And I didn't even avenge you and Mumbo-

SL!Jimmy: When did I ever ask you-

~~~~~

DL!Scott: hmmmm.

SL!Joel: It's not going to be my turn for a while will it?

DL!Scott: Unlikely.

SL!Joel: *sigh* of course.

LL!Jimmy: At least they are talking... even if they are arguing?

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[corporatefrog]

╭₊˚ ๑︰Loud Music, No Thoughts ๑ ꒱

✧.* featuring: yn being tasked with distracting Tweek while Craig is away for the weekend leading to them showing him a new form of stress relief

✧.* tags: college au, comedy, established relationship (tweek x craig)

✧.* Characters: tweek tweek, craig tucker

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"What do you mean 'I'm in charge of Tweek'?"

Craig sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as though he weren’t the one dropping his boyfriend on me for the weekend without asking me beforehand. I’m not sure why he gets to be the annoyed one in this situation. I’m the one who thought they were being invited to a coffee hang with their friend only for it to turn into a job request. 

“I mean, I need you to watch him this weekend.”

“Isn’t that literally your job?”

“Yes, but my family’s annual camping trip is this weekend and it’s strictly family. So you need to hang out with Tweek until I get back.”

“Why do I need to watch over a literal adult?” I asked, crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair, confused as to why this was my problem.

“Because he gets freaked out every year when I go and doesn’t sleep until I’m back because he assumes a bear is going to maul me in my sleep.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“So you have to distract him.”

“And how exactly do I do that?”

Craig shrugged, “I don’t know, just hang out with him or something.”

“Very descriptive, thank you for putting so much care into ensuring your boyfriend rests well this weekend.” I said in a deadpan voice, staring at him blankly. 

“Can you actually shut the fuck up.”

I straightened in my chair, looking at Craig with an aghast expression. 

Is he really going to ask me to babysit his boyfriend that I barely talk to then bitch at me about it? 

“Oh? What was that?” I asked, looking down at a fake watch on my wrist then looking back to Craig with a pout, “Sorry, I think my weekend just filled up-”

“Come on, yn.” Craig tried to protest but I continued the act.

“What was that?” I lifted my phone up to my ear, pretending to take a call, “I’m getting a call from Kenny? He wants to have a Mario Party marathon all weekend?” I lowered the phone and looked at Craig with an exaggerated apologetic frown, “Sorry, dude. It looks like I’m busy this weekend. If only someone had said please when asking me to babysit their anxiety ridden boyfriend instead of being asshole of the month-”

“Okay, fine!” Craig shouted, averting his eyes while his hands gripped the bottom of his sweatshirt as though it physically pained him to consider asking nicely, “Will you please hang out with Tweek this weekend?” His eyes darted to my face to catch a glimpse of my reaction before looking away quickly.

I made a show of pondering the request, tapping my finger on my chin and letting out many inquisitive “hmmmm”s. It's not often that THE Craig Tucker asks for something nicely and I wanted to savor the moment in its entirety, but the longer I drew out the bit, the more visible annoyed Craig became. I gave a final inquisitive hmmm before turning back to Craig with a smirk, shrugging my shoulders as I agreed to help.

“Yeah, sure. How hard can it be?”

—

“No Tweek, Craig’s not going to drown while attempting to catch salmon with his bare hands. I don’t even think he knows what a salmon looks like.”

Turns out it is very hard.

 I arrived at Tweek Bros Coffee at 12:30 pm. It was currently 1:43 pm and I've run out of things to do. I brought coloring books but Tweek kept breaking the colored pencils then freaking out about said broken colored pencils. I brought Yahtzee! but Tweek couldn’t figure out how to shake the dice without sending them flying across the cafe. I didn’t even try the Uno deck I’d brought. I only brought it because I genuinely didn’t know much about Tweek and if Yahtzee! wasn’t his thing, I didn’t see Uno being any better. 

So here we sat, awkwardly avoiding eye contact at a table as Tweek continued to spiral about the various terrible things that could be happening to Craig on his trip. I had never spent much time with Tweek one-on-one. We’d mixed in a group just fine but the dynamic shift was throwing me off as much as it seemed to throw him off. 

Tweek’s leg bounced at sonic speed as a hand tapped on the table with a similar rhythm. His eyes darted around the cafe, focusing on different spots for a second before moving to the next. Anywhere but on me. He’d worn one of Craig’s sweatshirts today, probably as a way to try and calm himself down even if it was a futile attempt, and his other hand twisted the aglet of the hood’s drawstring. 

If I hooked him up to a hamster wheel, he could power the whole city for a week. 

I shook off the idea. Craig probably wouldn’t approve of me utilizing his boyfriend’s manic energy to generate clean energy.

“So…” I started, trailing off as Tweek snaps his head in my direction, not knowing where I was going now that I had his attention. “What do you and Craig normally do?” 

“Well, we usually watch movies or-” He cut off momentarily as a twitch shook his head, “Or he helps me bake something. But now he won’t be able to help me bake if his car is hit by an avalanche on the way back-”

Oh god, not again. 

“But that’s not going to happen because they’re going in the opposite direction of the mountains!” I quickly retorted. Tweek’s tense shoulder’s didn’t relax from the response, only pausing his most recent spiral until the next thought crossed his mind. 

The awkward silence returned as I wracked my brain for something we could do other than sit here and play verbal tennis with Tweek’s anxiety for the next 48 hours. 

I could text Jimmy, Tolkien, and Clyde? Maybe they’ll be better at this than me? Hell, anyone would be better than me at this. 

“Do you listen to any music?” I asked. As much as I hated small talk, if Tweek and I are spending the next two days together I might as well take the opportunity to get to know him more. 

Tweek shook his head. But with the twitching it looked more like a rapid shake to get water out of your ear. “Not really. I’ve tried listening to lofi or classical music to relax but it’s always so quiet that I can’t help but think about everything that’s bothering me.”

As he spoke, the hand on the table stopped tapping as quickly and his gaze slowed it’s constant jumping. His leg still moved like a rabbit but it seemed he’d forgotten about Craig’s impending doom in favor of music for a brief moment,

Bingo.

“Dude yeah, that’s because you shouldn’t be listening to chill music if you don’t want to think.” I said, jumping at the first conversation topic which seems to have distracted him. Tweek turned to look at me, eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean? Craig said that calm music is the best way to calm down-” His eyes widened as he remembered Craig was currently camping his way to death. 

Fuck get him back before he spirals again!

“What I mean,” I began, putting both hands on the table to grab Tweek’s attention, “is that when you don’t want to think, you need to listen to loud songs so that you can’t think.”

“How does that even work? If I can’t think then I’m not sentient and if I’m not sentient then am I even human-” I cut Tweek off, pulling out my headphones and connecting them to my phone. 

“Here, let me show you.” I put my headphones in his hand, guesting for him to put them in when he stared at me with blank eyes. Once Tweek secured the headphones in his ears, I queued up my favorite ‘life is too much, I need to scream’ songs starting with the classic I’m Not Okay by My Chemical Romance. I made sure the volume was nice and high then sat back to let Tweek experience the true serotonin boost of loud music, no thoughts. 

As the song played, I observed Tweek’s movements. Or more accurately, the lack of movement. His leg’s bouncing slowed before eventually coming to a stop. The hand which has incessantly tapped an unknown tune on the table switched to following the familiar beat of the song. His head even began to slowly bob to the music, the once erratic rise and fall of his chest slowing to a natural pace. 

Oh my god. I fixed Tweek.

The song came to an end and Tweek remained in his spot, staring into the distance as if in a trance. A small grin snuck onto my face at the sight of the usually jumpy man finally relaxing. 

“So, how’d you like it?” I asked, tapping my fingers on the table in a mimicry of a drumroll. Tweek snapped out of his trance, turning to me with a surprisingly calm expression. His eyebrows weren’t permanently furrowed and his shoulders seemed to finally relax from their permanent stiff position below his ears. 

“Do you have more?” He answered with a question. 

I quickly nodded, opening my phone and beginning to scroll through music as I spoke, “Oh yeah, I have a ton more!” I glanced up at Tweek, “Do you want to listen to more?” I asked, hoping his question wasn’t misunderstood. 

Tweek nodded, “You’re right about the music being louder than your thoughts.” He raised a hand to his head, threading it through his blonde locks as his voice dropped to a quieter volume, “I couldn’t hear my own voice. I don’t think I’ve ever not been able to hear my voice in my head.” He snuck a glance in my direction as if to see if I’d noticed the mutterings. I flashed him a smile, hoping to reassure whatever inkling inside of him that it was okay.

“That’s the best part about loud music. You get a moment to sit there and just breathe.” I gestured towards the door with my phone, “Let’s go to my car. Loud music is even better when you’re driving around with a friend.” 

As I said “friend”, a small smile pushed its way onto Tweek’s face. He gave a quick nod in response before pulling out my headphones and setting them on the table. We both stood and said goodbye to Tweek’s parents, heading towards the exit. 

“Any requests?” I asked over my shoulder as I pushed open the door. 

“Anything loud like that last song.” Tweek said then added, “Or louder.” 

A laugh burst from my mouth as we walked to my car. 

“You listen to one MCR song and now you’re hooked? I must be some sort of miracle worker.”

I walked around the car to the driver’s side while Tweek stood in front of the passenger door. We locked eyes from over the hood. A chill snuck its way up my spine, leaving an energetic tingle over my skin. The awkward atmosphere which suffocated us had dissipated, evaporating into the air and leaving a warm comfort settling in the air.

Tweek looked so much better with a smile. The worry lines never suited his face. I much preferred the smile lines carved into his face. 

I wonder if he’ll ever have wrinkles there instead of his forehead.

My face broke into a grin as I pulled the door open.

“I cannot wait to show you KISS.” I said before ducking into the car, Tweek following close behind. 

Craig’s going to be so pissed when he comes back and I’m best friends with his boyfriend. Serves him right for leaving, little bitch. I thought with a grin, starting my car and pulling out of the parking lot with Detroit Rock City blasting through the speakers, leaving a trail of vibrating air in our wake.

#tweek loving loud music is canon because I said so #also yn and craig sibling relationship is best relationship #hes just so easy to argue with #corporatefrog #south park #south park x reader #tweek #craig tucker

[hazel-of-sodor]

Day 5-Down a Well

Traintober 2023

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Day 5-Its only me

Down a Well

Henry had had plenty of bad days. His early years had been marked by plenty of days remembered for all the wrong reasons. But even by his standards...this day was almost impressive in how poorly it had gone before the sun appeared.

He looked up at Gordon, who looked distinctly unimpressed with his existence. James looked whether he didn't know whether to laugh to be nervous about his own part in all this. Jinx was eyeing the turntable with concern. He couldn't see the others from his position, but he could hear them whispering nonetheless.

He felt more awkward than he had since the last time he had failed before his rebuild, it was not a feeling he enjoyed feeling again. Fortunately, Gordon took a measure of pity on him and finally spoke up.

"Are you quite alright Henry?"

Henry looked down. "...my front aches badly. I'm afraid it's only gonna get worse."

Gordon looked down in concern, "I'm afraid I must agree with your assessment."

James stopped snickering long enough to look down to where Henry's front jammed into the side of the turntable in a mass of bent and twisted metal. "At least you can't fall further in," The red engine offered.

Henry glared up at the scarlet menace.

In the distance, the sound of an engine approaching through the yard could be heard.

"Finally." Henry sighed, "Someone who can do something to help."

"Fraid not Henry, it's only me." Thomas peeped happily, causing Henry to sag in defeat. 

"Thomas," Gordon said in warning.

Thomas just chuckled, "Don't worry Henry, I'm only teasing. Edward is on his way, so even if I can't pull you out, we'll be able to."

Henry was wondering what exactly he had done to deserve Thomas of all engines being the one to come to his rescue. He sighed, at least the morning couldn't get any worse...except it did.

"I would certainly hope so Thomas. As he is currently blocking the sheds," the Fat Controller said severely.

"Good morning sir!" Thomas peeped far too happily as his crew attached him to Henry's detached tender, "we'll have him quickly."

"As long as he's not wedged in the table," Jinx said concernedly.

Sir Topham Hatt climbed down the ladder into the turntable well to inspect the damage. As he pulled back a piece of metal he addressed the stricken engine. "Well Henry, would you care to explain?"

"Well, Sir I..." James snickered at Henry's predicament 

"Yes, Henry?"

"Sir if I may? Gordon offered.

"Go ahead."

"A new driver was moving Henry towards the table when James started a fuss about being repainted," James' expression quickly changed from amusement to betrayal. "He caused such a commotion the shunter failed to heed Henry's warnings and braked too late."

"Is that true Henry?"

"Yes sir," Henry said despondently.

"James?" It looked like James wanted to proclaim his innocence for a moment, but thought better of it. "Yes, sir." He sighed.

"Hmmmm. And where is the driver?"

"He was fleeing before Henry had even come to rest," Jynx answered. "My driver had to climb up and shut off Henry's steam."

"I see."

Mr. Smith, the British Rail representative arrived, walking up to the edge of the turntable. "Morning, Sir Hatt. Seems the day's trouble started early.,

"Morning Mr Smith, it had indeed."

Thomas returned and pulled behind Henry, The waiting yard crew began attaching chains between the two engines.

"Can you pull him out Thomas?

"I can try Sir. If he's fully wedged I'll need Edward's help."

"Very well. Everyone clear out. The sooner he's back on the rails the sooner we can repair the damage."

The workmen cleared away as Sir Topham Hatt climbed out of the well."

"Everyone ready? One. Two. Three. Pull!"

With much wheel slipping and clouds of steam, Thomas heaved his hardest. At first, nothing seemed to happen, but then with a groan and screech of metal, Henry felt himself slowly start to move.

"Go it, Thomas!" Jinx called, and the others quickly joined in, cheering the straining tank engine on. In what felt like hours, but what was probably less than a minute, Henry felt the last of his wheels return to the rails. Thomas came to a stop, audibly gasping for air from the effort.

"Well done Little Thomas," Gordon said.

"Thank you." Thomas panted out, smiling from the rare praise from the pacific.

Sir Topham Hatt had climbed back down into the turntable well to inspect the damage.

"The main mechanism is jammed." He said grimly, "It cannot be moved until it is repaired. We will need to find an engine to pull the morning express quickly, as we can't get any of the engines in the shed out in time."

Henry stared down at his bent front, it was clear he wouldn't be pulling any trains till he was repaired.

"Edward is coming," Thomas said hopefully.

Gordon shook his head, "he's not strong enough to pull it alone."

Mr. Smith looked to Sir Topham Hatt, "None of the Barrow or Vicarstown engines could arrive in time, could they?"

The Fat Controller shook his head, "No they could not."

Gordon suddenly smiled as an idea occurred to him. "If only we had an engine here with express experience. One who had not only served as my back engine on the Wild'nor Western before but had pulled the trains with Edward when we were indisposed."

Thomas understood first, "Oh no."

The other engines and crews turned to look at the tank engine, who looked one second away from bolting.

James smirked, "Of course! He did such a good job covering for us in the 30s," he purred.

Thomas glared, "I am a tank engine, not a bloody express engine."

"But you are capable," Hatt said thoughtfully. Thomas looked betrayed.

"He is?" Smith asked dubiously.

"Of course!" Henry interjected, "he runs a non-stop service from Tidmouth to Ffarquhar in the evenings."

"He would have to stop at Marion for coal and water." Gordon said smoothly, "but he is capable of making the run, and he would never let the passengers down."

Sir Topham Hatt nodded, "Can your branchline spare you, Thomas?"

Thomas looked desperately around as if hoping an express engine would magically appear, but in the end, he sighed, "Yes. Callan and Toryreck are covering my trains."

"It's settled then." The fat controller nodded, "Thomas and Edward will pull the express while the workmen find a way to get the rest of you out."

He walked off towards the station platform, "Thomas, place Henry on the siding with his tender then fetch the coaches." 

"Yes sir." 

"Cheer up little Thomas." Gordon mock soothed.

"I hope they have to use a crane to get you out," Thomas puffed away to the sound of the big engines chuckling.

#ttte fanfic #rws fanfic #fanfic #Prompt-Its Only Me #Traintober23 #Traintober #Traintober 2023 #ttte henry #TTTE Gordon #ttte thomas #ttte james #TTTE OC Jinx #ttte sir topham hatt