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unwantedtomost · 10 months

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so dirty — miguel o’hara

dbf!miguel o’hara x fem!reader

word count: 888

summary: miguel, who just so happens to be your dad’s best friend, fucks you in a bthroom

warnings: dirty talk, degradation, unprotected sex (i’m back to my old ways)

a/n: hehe two in like a day? look at me go. send me requests because i need more ideas.

“We shouldn’t do this,” came out of your voice in a tired tone. You tried to fight it but it got harder every time. How could you fight something that felt so right?

“I know, amor.”

Then he kissed you and you stopped fighting.

Things got dirtier every time he touched you. The first time he kissed you he was so soft, so delicate. He touched you like he thought you could fall apart in his hands. Now he was bending you over the bathroom sink with the whole neighborhood in the backyard—not to mention your father, his best friend. He still loved you all the same, you never doubted it for a moment. Something about the switch felt right. This was a dirty little secret, not a Romeo and Juliet love affair. It was meant to be dirty.

He used to kiss every inch of your naked body, muttering how much he loved you every time his lips left your skin. It was a harsh comparison to how he shoved your panties to the side and rubbed his rough fingers up and down your slit.

“You’re soaking,” he stated with pride. “This all for me, honey?”

“‘Course it is, Miguel.” Sometimes you try to be soft in times like this. He’d give you a small smile then it would leave. His eyes were hungry, you almost felt like prey.

“‘Course it is,” he repeated before bending you forward.

He spit on his hand, pumping himself a few times. He rubbed the head of his dick against your clit, causing you to shutter. So dirty.

“Beg for it.” Your brows knitted together, giving him a confused look in the mirror. “You heard me. Beg for it.”

“Give it to me,” you demanded, standing your ground.

His large chest was flush against your back, his chin grabbing your chin and making you look into his eyes. His lips brushed against your ear and his other hand gripped your hip like a vice. “I said beg. Or we’re going back downstairs right now.”

It wasn’t the worst threat in the world but at some point these little hookups became something you needed. He knew that. He felt the same way too.

“Please, Miguel,” you whined. “I love you so much. Need to feel ya inside me so badly. I promise to be such a good girl. I promise. I’ll be such a good girl.”

The tiniest smile came to his lips as he saw the tears lightly brewing in your eyes. God, how he loved you. He planted a sweet kiss on your temple. “Such a good girl, only for me, yeah?”

“Only for you.”

Suddenly, the head of his member entered your entrance. You gasped, causing his hand to clasp over your mouth. “Got to be quiet, amor, yeah? We can’t have anyone find out what a dirty little whore you are for me.” He quickly pushed the rest of his length inside of you. You screamed into the palm of his hand, gripping down on the countertop.

“Fuck, princess. Best damn pussy I’ve ever had. Such a good fucking girl.”

His thrusts were brutal and you loved every second of it. Something about the strange circumstances made something dormant in Miguel come out. He said the dirtiest things. His mouth sputtering whatever came to mind as he pounded into you like both of your lives depended on it.

“Letting me fuck you while half the neighborhood is in the backyard. You wanted me that bad. You’d let me fuck you anywhere, wouldn’t you, honey? Want to be my little fuckdoll. Let me take you wherever I want. As long as we don’t get caught, right?”

You nodded vigorously as your eyes screwed shut, your head resting on Miguel’s shoulder. He let you stay like that for a while until his fingers started to rub your clit.

“Look at me,” he cooed. You had no choice but to pry your eyes open and look at the disheveled state of the man you were falling in love with. “Keep looking at me when I make you cum on my dick. Look so fucking beautiful.”

You had to use your last amount of strength to keep your eyes open, losing all control of the noises coming out of your mouth. Both of you were glad that his hand was clamped over your mouth. You tried to hold back your orgasm just a little bit, something you did often in these scenarios, you wanted to hold on just a little bit longer.

But it was always impossible. As soon as he figured out what you were doing, his fingers worked quicker.

“Please, cum for me baby,” he begged. And how could you refuse him? Quickly the coil snapped and you turned to absolute putty in his hands. “I love you, honey. I love you so much.” He whispered in your ear as he came inside of you. “Love you so fucking much.”

Slumped there, panting, you had that terrible wave of realization of the predicament you were in. Doomed to be in love with a man you could never really be with. Banished to a life of dirty secret hookups in bathrooms. But you didn’t need to worry about that now. Not when he was smiling at you.

“I love you too.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #smut #oscar isaac smut #oscar issac

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taocard · 10 months

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tr men dating y/n who has big breasts

♡ I grant a wish for whoever summons me and take one thing as a payment ♡ Featuring: Manjiro, Rindou, and Ran ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ °𐐪Manjiro Sano𐑂° ♡ he likes to use them as a pillow when he’s napping with you ♡ as i’ve headcannoned him before, he loves cuddling with you and ends up falling asleep ♡ so when Mikey is getting on top of you and getting all comfy, his head will fall onto your chest with a content hum ♡ it’s just so soft! can you really blame the guy? it’s the perfect pillow in his opinion ♡ Mikey doesn’t lay first into your chest, he’s laying so that his cheek comes into contact with softness of your boobs ♡ and if he scoots over just a little...there it is. ♡ the sound of your heartbeat which never fails to lull him to sleep ♡ depending on the shirt you're wearing; you can feel a bit of his drool spill onto your mounds ♡ some people may find it gross, but it just shows how comfy he is with you and allows his guard to go down and rest ♡this would continue into his Bonten era. ♡ he wouldn't be laying on top of you. this time he’d be laying side by side, facing you, and you are the one who presses him to your chest and cuddle him. ♡it’s a routine that stays for literally every single night. °𐐪Rindou Haitani𐑂° ♡ you know how Rindou can be after a long and annoying day of work. and you always want to help him out ♡ and the best way to deal with steam is by talking about it! :)) ♡ he gets on the couch that you're sitting on and smushes his face into your chest, hands firmly gripping your hips so that you won't leave him because right now he really needs you :(( ♡ he then talks about it all right into your chest. honestly it doesn't matter if you can't hear it all or if you do, he just needs to fucking say everything on his mind ♡ at this point he's just mumbling but he finds security in your chest as you play with his hair a little ♡ he’ll definitely do that cute thing where he’ll peak up from you from your chest and say “oh my god and ran was being such an ass hat today😤” ♡ HE EVEN TAKES A DEEP BREATH BEFORE GOING BACK INTO YOUR CHEST TO RAMBLE ABOUT HOW RAN PISSED HIM OFF THAT TODAY °𐐪Ran Haitani𐑂° ♡Ran is a bit different (he's different than the other guys 😍❗❗) ♡he uses them as mindless stress toys or just something to keep his hands busy at the very least ♡god, he can be doing anything, and he’ll still find his hands around your mounds to squeeze at them ♡sometimes he doesn't even realize he's doing it either. it's kind of like how he’ll squish Rindou’s cheeks to annoy him but now he just does it because why not ♡like he’ll be scrolling on his phone and then completely groping you and pinching your nipples ♡one time he even tried to do it in public because it was a natural habit. but then you noticed and quickly slapped his hand away “You can’t do that. We’re in the middle of a restaurant” you told him “But you're mine. so, it's no one's concern what i do to you. and you seem to not mind when we’re home” he’ll murmur. “But of course, it's always different when we’re out in public” Ran will add with an eye roll ♡what’s funny is that at one point when he was playing with your mounds when you were watching a movie, he finally caught the sound of your little whimpers ♡he either does it mindlessly, out of stress, or does it to mess with you and pretend he didn’t mean to affect you this much

#tokyo revengers x reader #manjiro sano x reader #mikey x reader #rindou x reader #ran x reader #slightly suggestive

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thedevilspearl · 11 months

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are they a dom or a sub — brothers & dateables

a/n: i’ve seen dom/sub headcanons floating around since the dawn of time and now it’s my turn. these are my headcanons (spoiler alert: most of them are switches) and i want you to know that it’s okay to have differing opinions, and i’m 100% down to discuss your versions with you, just be nice about it loll this is all just for fun <3

tags: all brothers + dateables, no explicit smut but consistent discussion of dom/sub dynamics so minors do not interact!

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 ➛ switch but dom–leaning. as a sub, he is so good and soft. it’s a way for him to accept and nurture his vulnerability with someone he trusts. but as a heavily dominant person, he takes on the dominant role most of the time — though, there are many times he prefers no dynamics of the sort and to just have sex as him and you. but going back to his dom side, he can range from hard to soft and it depends on many factors: his mood, your mood, the time of day, how much energy he has, if you two are alone etc. he does either really well, but he prefers to be a soft dom because he craves soft loving and intimacy over rough and lustful sex. but i will mention, as a hard dom, he loves a challenge so do him a favour and be as bratty as you can be.

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 ➛ he is exactly in the middle as a switch. he’s neither dom nor sub–leaning, but perfectly balanced. and similar to lucifer, it all depends on his mood and the atmosphere. as a sub, he’s quite bratty. very moany and loves to feel pain (though, not too much). he has his softer subby moments, but he’s mostly a bratty sub and loves to be tamed (and punished). but as a dom, he would mostly act as a soft dom, or somewhere in between soft and hard, never going into full hard dom mode. don’t get me wrong, he loves rough and nasty sex but he can do all that without being a hard dom. he’s also massively into dirty talk and teasing, so even when he’s a soft dom, you’ll get glimpses of his harder, meaner, dirtier side even if it never comes into full fruition.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 ➛ we’re all convinced levi is sub–leaning, even he is. but i believe his dynamic can change greatly. he starts as a sub because he feels more comfortable with someone else taking the lead while he’s learning what he likes and dislikes, and also what you like and dislike. but his subby–ness can get repetitive and unexciting really quickly. he may be a brat sometimes and would prefer punishments like orgasm denial or no touching over pain–inflicting punishments. but most of the time as a sub, he is so good and sweet, obeying every order like a zealous golden puppy who worships you. later on, he explores his dominant side and he is fully committed to being a soft dom. sex with dom levi is like having sex with your best friend; he’s always praising you and asking if you’re doing okay. he can still be rough (and mean, if you ask for it), but that only makes him eager to be more affectionate.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 ➛ is a switch but let’s talk about his dom side since we all love to think about rough, mean dom satan. he can be a soft dom and i do headcanon him as one, but he is better suited in the role of a hard dom, particularly when he needs to release his pent up frustration. he needs someone who can take all of his rough, mean energy whilst also accepting his genuinely caring and affectionate side. what i mean to say is, during sex, you would mostly see hard dom satan, but afterwards, it’s nothing but soft and loving dom satan to take care of you. as a sub, he also also better suited as a hard sub. he wants you to test his limits. make him cry. make him scream. make him beg for more and make him beg you to stop. he wants you to treat him in a way no one else would dare to treat him and he very reluctantly wants to be put in place.

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 ➛ hard dom and hard sub for asmo are a no–no. the hardest he will go is calling you mean names (but they’re somehow always mixed in with praise), maybe spanking and a little bit of hair pulling. oh, and he does love to see you cry. rough sex is fine but with the way he speaks to you so softly and teasingly, it can hardly be considered rough, even when you’re brought to tears. if you want to see dom asmo, be prepared for him to always be a soft dom. as a sub, he may lean towards some harder things, but again, no matter how kinky or experimental sex with asmo is, he has his charming ways and it will turn out soft in the end. he’s kinky but he’s soft mostly all the way. and i would say he is more dom–leaning as a switch. sex is his expertise (sexpertise?) so he prefers to guide the way in the bedroom.

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 ➛ dom/sub dynamics aren’t that important to beel but when it does play a part in sex, he is most naturally dom–leaning. sub beel has never crossed my mind and it probably never will. even if you are in control, he just can’t find himself in a sub mindset. but if it were the other way around, he could potentially slip into a dom mindset. beel is the demon most in touch with his animalistic nature, and that’s why it’s easier for him to be a dom. i would not categorise him as either hard or soft but rather just someone who likes to be in control sometimes. he can give you a good, hard fucking, but that doesn’t mean he’s a hard dom. he can also be a lot more gentle, and that doesn’t mean he’s a soft dom either. it’s hard to label him specifically, so i’ll leave beel as dom–leaning.

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 ➛ belphie as a sub is a dream. he is so whiny and bratty, just imagine how he moans....i just know he makes himself sound especially pathetic when he’s in his subby persona. he likes being slapped, he likes being brought to tears. but he’s a switch and as a dom, he loves to do those exact same things to you. he can be quite confusing as a dom because he is soft and slow in his movements, very rarely fucking you fast and hard. but it’s in his words and sadistic behaviour where his hard dom shines. so physically, he’s a soft dom. but mentally, he’s all up in his hard dom space. he’s also the type of dom that will demand sex whenever and wherever he needs it which definitely boosts his hard dom side. he’s so mean with his words but he’s caressing your face and wiping your tears at the same time. dom belphie to you is exactly how he wants you to be with him when he’s a sub.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎 ➛ the demon lord is probably the biggest (or second biggest after mammon) switch in the entirety of obey me. he is a flip–flop in the making. he can bounce from one end of the spectrum to the other in an instant. his dom/sub dynamic is literally so dynamic that it gives you whiplash. with most switches, if they begin the session as a sub, they will most likely finish as a sub. but dia can switch during sex, going from dom to sub or vice versa. maybe even switching three or four times, depending on how long you go at it with him. he can go from hard to soft and soft to hard. he knows how to read the room, how to read you and because his mood is so changeable, you need to be able to read him too. sex with dia requires a whole lot of understanding and chemistry. if you don’t have it, the sex can be too confusing that it becomes unenjoyable. but if you do have it, then it will be the best sex you’ll ever have.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒 ➛ he is another one that i rarely see as a sub, if at all. i don’t think barbatos has any strong sexual preferences or kinks in general. and while they do exist, sex just isn’t a huge ordeal to him. but during those times when he is excited to experiment with sex, he would be a dom. he can be a soft dom but i don’t think he’d be particularly good at it, mediocre at best. he would excel more as a hard dom. he’s the type of person who will have a dark and rough sexual side, but is wholly soft and affectionate outside of the bedroom. he’s a dom but if you wanted to be the dom, he wouldn’t mind acting as a sub — just know he wouldn’t enjoy is as much. but, he also wouldn’t mind having to compete with another dom until one of you submits; that would be fun.

𝐒𝐈��𝐄𝐎𝐍 ➛ now this angel can confuse you at first but first impressions are always deceiving. dom/sub dynamics are not heavily implemented into his simeon’s sexual preferences but i must say, when they do come out, it is absolutely stellar. simeon is a dom, a soft dom most of the time but every now and then, he’ll show himself as a hard dom. it’s very rare but it’s the kind of thing that lingers in your brain for weeks after it happens. even if you beg him to give you that mean and nasty sex, he won’t do it unless he decides to, or when he feels the need to. but as a predominantly soft dom, he is sweet and caring, a little bit of a tease (read: a lot) who loves to test your limits but in a gentle way. he can be subby at times, but he prefers to guide the sex as a soft, gentle dom or have sex with no dom/sub dynamics over being the sub.

𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 ➛ i think he’s lived long enough to have a very aged libido. it’s hard for him to be excited about sex until you come along and it’s just like having sex for the first time. he’s discovering his sexual preferences, old and new, with you and he is steadily paced with his experimentation. i want to say he’s a switch but i also believe he doesn’t enjoy being a sub much. so he would definitely try being a sub, but will learn that he is more suited to the dominant role. he’s spent so long being powerful and almost uncontrollable, so being out of control upsets his personality. as a dom, he is quite balanced and i think he mostly relies on your preferences and moods. he finds it hard to decide for himself so if you want it hard, he’ll give it to you hard. and if you want it soft, he’ll give you all the love in the world.

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scented-morker · 9 months

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Sunghoon, Jungwon, and Riki’s reaction when you try to break up with them ☹️

A little angst (not rly bc I’m bad at angst) but fluffy ending, 304 words, requested!!

Sunghoon

He freezes immediately

“What, why?”

Then instead of listening?? he starts going over everything he’s ever done the entire time you’ve known each other

You tell him you just don’t feel like he’s interested anymore and you don’t want to waste his time

He’s SO FAST to deny it

“WHAT? No!! I’m so in love with you it’s embarrassing!!”

Tackles you in a hug on the couch and places pecks all over your face

“I’ll do better, I’ll remind you every day how much I want to be with you.”

Jungwon

I’m sorry but he immediately starts crying 😭

He’s become so used to you being in his life and almost dependent on you for comfort and reassurance that he just CANT go without you

When you say it’s because you don’t want to add more worries to his plate he yells at you

“Y/n don’t you dare think you’re a burden to me! You’re the only way I can deal with everything else.”

You’re a little dumb, so you just go “huh?”

And he grabs your hands and looks hard into your eyes like

“You are the only thing that gets me through the days sometimes. All the other worries go completely away with you.”

Now you’re both crying

Riki

“No.”

He flat out REFUSES

Won’t even listen when you try to explain it’s for his own good for his success and career

Sticks his fingers in his ears and goes “lalalalalalalala” until you stop

“Yn we’re not breaking up!”

“Yes we are!”

He finally puts his arms down, wrapping them around your waist and crouching down to put his face in your neck

“Please don’t leave me.”

HOW CAN YOU SAY NO TO THAT

So you just give up, running your fingers through his hair and telling him you could never ☹️

#enhypen reactions #enhypen oneshots #enhypen headcanons #enhypen sunghoon scenarios #enhypen jungwon x reader #enhypen riki x reader #enhypen sunghoon x reader #enhypen Jungwon scenarios #enhypen riki scenarios #enhypen fluff

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undercoverpena · 10 months

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v. you make me feel wild

javier peña x f!reader | chapter five of late night texts

summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.

chapter warnings: fluff. flirting. continuous romcom vibes. an: it's happening. everyone stay calm. also, we have a new header ;) wordcount: 2.2k.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

Woke up this morning and remembered that we’re going to meet

I may have also woke up smiling

On a scale of Javi smiles was it bigger than the one when we destressed one another?

bigger you flirt

I’ve learnt from you. Never used to be like this. I was innocent before talking to you.

somehow baby I doubt that

We can argue about it later if you want? When I kick your ass at the crossword.

cant wait. try not to let those assholes get you down

I’m on my best behaviour this week. Need them to not revoke going to Houston.

oh any special reason

Not really.

ouch baby

Ask silly questions, win silly prizes.

im going to houston too

Oh are you? Any special reason?

gonna meet this beautiful woman who is an outrageous flirt

Great now I'm blushing.

you make it so easy

I have to go, the meeting is beginning, I'm sorry. Speak later, baby xx

Pop doesn’t bring it up, even if he knows. He waits—like dads do.

Forcing Javi to bring it up, all awkward—sweat pebbling around his neck, lower spine and brow. Not helped by the sun beating down on them, having to shout parts over the occasional animal grunt heard over their discussion as they repair the barn door.

Lately, his Pop leaves him to do bits like this alone. But he’s been hovering. More since the phone calls began and a level above that since he walked in on him the other night.

He stews in it. Allows it to thicken before he really brings it up—unsure whether to come out with it or skate around it. The two of them have gotten out of practice when it comes to sharing.

Javi is more used to lying to save face than being honest.

A hazard of his old job, he supposed. A mask he applied so his old man didn’t worry. Now, with those same occupational worries gone, Javi still finds it hard to let people in. Truly in. Not wanting to discuss Colombia, discuss Cali or Escobar.

It all adds to a pile of things the two Peñas don't talk about.

This wasn’t even bad news. It was good. Precisely what everyone wanted—including him—yet the words still seem to ball up in his throat. Rounding off, becoming a lump that sits.

Making it hard to breathe as he lifts a piece of wood; making it hard to twist when he moves to grab the hammer.

So much so, the words eventually just burst out of him. More like a confession than anything else.

“—that must have been real embarrassing for you.”

He can hear you stifling a laugh. His verbal reenactment of the conversation in the field with his Pop having tickled you.

“You’re an awful person,” he says, twisting the cord around his finger, smirking.

“If you feel that way, baby. We can always not meet.”

“Don’t you fucking dare. We’re meeting,” he says, coating his words in playfulness, even if there's a serious undertone remaining.

Turning on the spot, he leans against the wall. Finger looping more of the cord—hearing you lightly laugh.

“What... what is the plan, anyway?”

You hum, and he hears you shifting. Likely getting comfortable or reaching for something.

He’s learnt that often when he calls, you’re on your sofa—a blanket, sometimes over your lap. You like to be cosy, even if it's a warm day.

Other times you’re in your room, sitting on the bed—or under the sheets. It depends entirely on how warm you are, and how you’re feeling.

“Well, work will pay for my hotel for my two-night stay, and then if we, y'know, wanted to stay, I’ll just need to sort a room out for after.”

“How long have you managed to book off?”

It comes out shaky, more than he means it to.

Some of the finer details of your two’s meet left simmering in the centre of your usual conversations.

Both of you are evidently too afraid to ask.

“I’ll have managed to book off the week. Two days, including the day I land, for work and then the rest—if you're not a weirdo—can be with you.”

Grinning, he leans his head back, resting it against the wall. “Bit late now for you to be worrying about me being a weirdo, baby. I know the sounds you make when I make you—“

“Javi!”

Smirking, he bites the inside of his cheek. “It sounds good. Tell me the hotel, and I can book a room there.”

He hears it, the relief. The way you let out a breath, it blowing down the phone—making him smile.

“Y-you don’t mind?”

“You expected me to?”

Pausing, he hears you shuffle again. Sounding more like you’re on your bed than your sofa. “I mean, no. I guess I wasn’t sure what you’d assume. Cause, while there’s a good chance when I see you, I’ll want to spend every waking moment with you, there’s, y’know…”

Grinning, he curls the phone line around his palm, fingers sliding between parts. “The chance it could be a lot?”

“I just don’t want to fuck this up.”

He doubts you could.

From what he knows of you, he’s sure of it.

But, he also isn’t quite ready to confess he’s already pretty head over heels for you. That he is without seeing your face, knowing how tall you are—whether you have dimples or not, whether you smile with your lips or your entire face.

“How’re you gonna fuck this up, baby?”

You go silent, wondering if that’s the point you’ve shrugged to no one but your apartment.

“I’ve heard I’m a lot,” you say quietly.

Something snaps in him, a fracture running through him. “That’s alright. Steve told me I’m an asshole.”

“You’re not an asshole—“

“And I promise you’re not a lot. If anything, you could actually talk more to me.”

“Shut up, I talk loads.”

He smiles, biting the inside of his cheek as he sighs. “I'm excited to see you.”

“Me too.”

Moving closer to the wall, he swallows, looking at the chipped tile in his kitchen. “You’re not gonna fuck this up, baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Promise. Let me book the room for the same amount of days as you, and then we can take it from there,” he says.

Struggling to hide his smile as you excitedly tell him you'll go grab your hotel details. More so when he's sure he heard you trip over something.

Are we going to do this when we meet?

you want to still do the crossword together

Yeah! We can find a place to pick up the paper if you want?

id like that

Good! Now, hit me with the next one so I can get some sleep so I can see you quicker.

got me blushing baby

7th word is d from ciders and clue is replacing, nine

Insteadof. This one is easy.

yeah im beginning to see that

Maybe we’re getting good at it?

let’s put it to the test, self-confidence six

Okay that one did take me a second but it’s aplomb.

you amaze me

Thank you. I think I should try and get some sleep, don’t want to look half-dead when I see you.

I doubt you ever could

I can’t believe I’m going to see the face that matches that suave voice.

suave ay. cant wait to see how pretty your smile is

You’re making me blush again.

tomorrow ill get to see it in person

You will. Goodnight, baby.

If I wasn’t meeting you it would be criminal being up this early.

Actually, it isn't even early. It is still night.

morning to you to baby I’m about to get on the road

Ok, I'm going to make myself the largest coffee.

Also if you’re not there after half an hour I’ll just head to the hotel.

hermosa I’m picking you up

I know but just in case, least you know I won’t be standing around.

you won’t be because I’ll be there

Javi, this way you have options to take one look at me and drive the other way.

I won’t do that

I’m just giving options and in case there is traffic

hermosa, im not going to stand you up

Okay, can’t blame a girl for wanting to help.

you can help me by getting your ass to the airport

Getting bossy, are we? I like it.

fuck baby you cant say things like that to me when i need to leave

Just something to think about on your long drive. Please drive safe, baby. See you soon.

see you in several hours

Javi is surprised at how smooth the drive is.

He watches the sun rise up as the miles tick on, sliding his aviators from his shirt to up on his nose. He finds a surprising road stop that serves not-bad coffee.

The kind that doesn’t leave that cheap tinge on his tongue or bitterly sitting in the back of his throat.

He doesn’t feel nervous, either.

And on top of that, he finds a parking spot at the airport with ease.

In a way, he worries it’s too good to be true. That such smoothness now means a rocky hill later.

That’s when the nerves kick in. It sitting, fluttering in his stomach—at first, all little wings and then all of a sudden something larger.

Shifting the parking brake into place, he turns the key to silence the car. His pulse creates a beat—steady, almost orchestral—as he glances up at the sea of people stepping out of the airport.

This is it.

He’s been trying not to picture you—attempting not to turn shapes into something solid. Javi wants the experience when his eyes land on you, as though his world is in black and white, and then he’ll see colour.

It’s what he hopes.

A part, small but insistent, keeps chipping away at him, reminding him to plan for the worst. To have a backup plan—a way out.

Picking up his phone, he stares at the blank screen. Somewhat reassured that you hadn’t either texted that you’d arrived earlier—or worse, you’d changed your mind.

Lifting his chin, sliding his palm over his jeans, he takes a breath—deep, heavy, the kind that expands his chest until it can’t anymore.

You should have landed by now.

His eyes glance at the time on his watch as he takes another breath. Checking down at his shirt, making sure for the hundredth time he hadn’t spilt coffee—ensuring dark brown hadn’t stained pink.

It’s what you had asked for.

How will I know it’s you? youll know Because you’re oh so handsome? yes that and ill wear bright pink For me? You spoil me.

Running his tongue over the front of his teeth, he brushes his palm over his face.

It’s only then that he allows his eyes to flick from face to face, worry creeping in. It trying to merge with the happiness he’s been stifling on the drive. Scanning and scanning, glancing and glancing—

Then, in a worn denim jacket, legs out, dragging a battered suitcase behind, he sees you.

Or who he hopes is you.

If it is, you look nervous. It makes you stand out from the crowd of bustling people around you, as they struggle to get past you, and you struggle to force it behind a smile or banish it from your cheeks.

Even from here, it pulsates. You finding it more difficult as shaky hands pull out something from your pocket, unfolding it, before he sees the most ridiculous hand-drawn sign in between your fingers.

It’s definitely you.

You who has scratched Javi P onto a piece of paper, all accompanied by a worried expression on your face as you shift from leg to leg.

Javi isn’t sure why you made the sign. You didn’t need it.

Somehow, against all logic and odds, he knew it was you. His arm shoving the car door wide as he exits, not looking back to check it slams into place as he crosses to you, watching, waiting with his heart in his throat for your eyes to land on him.

And when they do.

It’s an eclipse.

It hits your eyes first, making them gleam like a beacon guiding him home. Then it reaches your cheeks, lips sliding up, teeth showing as you lower the sign, staring at him as he moves closer, forgetting all the others around the two of you.

As though a single soul has never even existed outside the two of you.

It’s just him and you.

Coming to a stop in front of you, he lets himself stare you up and down—voice and texts stitching themselves to the face he now sees.

Flexing his fingers at his side, Javi watches you slowly lick your lips as his heart slides back into its rightful place. The nerves slowly stop fluttering, and his mind begins to catch back up with him.

And the only thought that remains is: You're beautiful.

More than his mind could ever conjure or create.

“Hi,” you say.

And it falls like glitter from your lips to his ears.

His lips are unable to relax from their grin, spreading wider, cheeks aching as he fights running his knuckles against your cheek. “Hi.”

an: if this was a sitcom, this would be my season finale... but alas it isn’t, so you only have to wait a week for them to be hanging out *wink, wink*

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blue-jisungs · 2 months

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TEXT ME

summary. just very whipped mingyu :')

word count. 818

warnings. alcohol mention

the pleasant chatter of people and faint music became a blur in mingyu’s ears. there a few people at the afterparty… well, mostly his friends. some spilled drinks on the table made his glass get stuck to it, sticky feeling all over his fingers.

he let out a small sigh and his gaze wandered around, only to be met with more frustration. all the couples dancing, kissing, having fun–

ding!

mingyu grabbed his phone in a blink of an eye, almost knocking down jeonghan who was sat next to him.

6:01pm

mingyu: text me when you’re free🙏

delivered

8:40pm

y/n: 20 mins and shift is over!!

mingyu stood up and rushed to the door, almost tripping over his own legs. someone tugged his arm.

“yah, mingyu-ya! you better come back, alright?” seungcheol asked, rising his eyebrow. mingyu nodded absentmindedly, looking like what he just heard fell right through the other ear.

the cold air hit his face, making him sober up a little. before he knew it, his legs lead him to your workplace.

you and mingyu barely started dating two weeks ago. however, mingyu was crushing over you since almost four months and he still couldn’t believe that you two are a couple.

when his friends jokingly warned you about his puppy-alike personality, you didn’t pay too much attention. but because he was so head over heels for you, he became a hyperactive puppy.

he clinged to you all the time, followed you around and you wondered if you threw him a stick—

your phone dinged with a message notification.

8:45pm

mingyu: btw date on tuesday?? 🤞 i’ll be free around afternoon!!

mingyu: also comedy, action or romance??

you scoffed and shook your head, hiding your phone. fifteen more minutes of your shift and you’re free.

before you realised it was over and while you were finishing up cleaning one of the cabinets, the door opened with a quiet ding! of a bell.

“we’re closed–” you turned around and your eyes met with your boyfriend. he grinned upon seeing you and ran his hand through his hair.

“hi” he breathed out and walked over. you blinked in disbelief.

“weren’t you at cheol’s party–?” you asked, stunned. he hummed, nodding, a goofy smirk stretching on his lips.

“yeah, well, good point: i was. i figured i’d swing by and pick you up…” he explained, shrugging nonchalantly. mingyu reached over to his pocket and handed you… a snack. your favorite, to be precise “i also bought this”

“you’re impossible” a snort escaped your lips as you grabbed his collar gently and tugged him closer. you could see he was not focused on you(r eyes). “also your text… comedy sounds good. may i know what you’re scheming?”

he blinked, his ebony irises looking like there was nothing behind them – in the cutest way possible.

“wha… um, yeah” he nodded.

“what’s in that doofus head of yours?” you chuckled, his cheeks puffing at the nickname.

but how he could say this? you just got him focused on your lips, without even trying. if he had a tail, it would be swinging like crazy.

“i just wanna kiss you” he grinned and swiftly closed the gap between you.

his lips landing on yours, the faint taste of some kind of alcohol (mb on the rocks?) invading your senses. mingyu melted into the kiss, loving the feeling… as if he didn’t kiss you like, million times already.

he pulled back and his eyes twinkled with joy.

“woah, you look so pretty today. as always tho… do you need any help?” mingyu asked.

sometimes you didn’t get him; like, right now. your hair loose and a black cardigan. simple, nothing majestic. and he’s whipped.

the other day he said something along the lines “you’re pretty like the view. if i had to choose between the two, you. it’s true!”. and even though it cracked you up, it still made your heart melt.

“just a second and i’m closing up. are you coming back to the party?” you questioned, turning around to finish up cleaning.

“depends if you want to go…?” he hummed “cheol told me to go back but you know i always put you first”

“i’m a little tired but i wanna go. i haven’t seen your friends in a while, i’ll go say hi” you said and nodded “we can leave”

mingyu took your arm and helped you close the place. then, you started walking back; his big but tender hand sneaking to grab yours.

“isn’t it… a thirty minute walk to cheol’s place?” you asked suddenly.

“yeah” gyu nodded.

“and you made it in fifteen minutes?” you scoffed, looking at him.

“more or less, yeah” he laughed, realizing how much of a loser he looked right now.

“you’re so whipped” you smiled wildly and he just let out a dreamy sigh, adoring you.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all sentences have been taken from the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds and snakes book and some from the movie trailers. might include spoilers for the movie and book. change pronouns and locations and names as you see fit.

“Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping.”

“Being from the Capitol doesn’t give you that right. Nothing does.”

“Well, as they said, it's not over until the mockingjay sings.”

“People aren’t so bad, really, It’s what the world does to them.”

“That is the thing with giving your heart. You never wait for someone to ask. You hold it out and hope they want it.”

“Snow lands on top.”

“I think there’s a natural goodness built into human beings. You know when you’ve stepped across the line into evil, and it’s your life’s challenge to try and stay on the right side of that line.”

“Before need, before love, came trust.”

“And try not to look down on people who had to choose between death and disgrace.”

“What are lies but attempts to conceal some sort of weakness?”

“The strain of being a full-fledged adult every day had grown tiresome.”

“You can blame it on the circumstances, the environment, but you made the choices you made, no one else.”

“Wars are won by heads not hearts.”

“There is a point to everything or nothing at all, depending on your worldview.”

“You're mine and I'm yours. It's written in the stars.”

“But better off sad than dead.”

“What young brains lack in experience they sometimes make up for in idealism. Nothing seems impossible to them.”

“I think it’s more important than love. I mean, I love all kinds of things I don’t trust.”

“I’m planning to build a whole new beautiful life here. One where, in my own small way, I can make the world a better place.”

“If the war’s impossible to end, then we have to control it indefinitely. Just as we do now.”

“What was there to aspire to once wealth, fame, and power had been eliminated? Was the goal of survival further survival and nothing more?”

“They were both after all, still children whose lives were dictated by powers above them.”

“Star-crossed lovers meeting their fate.”

“I’m bad news, all right.”

“The ability to control things. Yes, that was what he’d loved best of all.”

“What happened in the arena? That’s humanity undressed. The tributes. And you, too.”

How quickly civilization disappears. All your fine manners, education, family background, everything you pride yourself on, stripped away in the blink of an eye, revealing everything you actually are.”

“A boy with a club who beats another boy to death. That’s mankind in its natural state”

“Please, Coriolanus, I would never forget the favor.”

“Who are human beings? Because who we are determines the type of governing we need.”

“What sort of agreement is necessary if we’re to live in peace? What sort of social contract is required for survival?”

“It’s just the kind of story that catches fire.”

“And last but least, District Twelve girl . . . she belongs to Coriolanus Snow.”

“Man is born free; and everywhere he is in chains.”

“If history teaches you anything, it’s how to make the unwilling comply.”

“You know what I won’t miss? People. Except for a handful. They’re mostly awful, if you think about it.”

“And to erase me, they must erase the Games.”

“Why did these people think that all they needed to start a rebellion was anger?”

“And if even the most innocent among us turn into killers in the Hunger Games, what does that say? That our essential nature is violent.”

“It's the things we love most, that destroy us.”

“We all did things we’re not proud of.”

“What are the Hunger Games for?”

"If you want to protect people, then it's essential to accept what human beings are and what it takes to control them."

“Hope is the only thing stronger than fear."

“If the cause wasn’t honorable, how could it be an honor to participate in it?”

“He’s a Capitol boy and clearly I got the cake with the cream, ’cause nobody else’s mentor even bothered to show up to welcome them.”

“To dine with her suggests that you consider her your equal. But she isn’t.”

“The endless dance with hunger had defined his life.”

"In nature, things that are prey, that are weak, are marked"

"The world is not kind to those who don't fit in"

"We all wear masquerades in this Capitol"

, "There's a price for everything, Lucy. Sometimes you pay it willingly, sometimes it's taken from you,"

"Freedom is not given, it is taken"

“I’m not convinced that we are all as inherently violent as you say, but it takes very little to bring the beast to the surface, at least under the cover of darkness.”

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bratzforchris · 2 months

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Hi! I hope this isn't too weird, but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Matt is autistic? I see myself a lot in him and the podcast episode where they kept calling him "Miserable Matt" made me think about myself a lot. So maybe a fluffy hurt/comfort fic where he just gets tired of it because it's something he can't help and reader helps him through it with his special interests? It's okay if not! Thank you 💞

My Person, M. Sturniolo

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Summary: In which the best cure for everything is cuddles and special interests<3

Pairing: Matt x gender neutral reader

Warnings: Mentions of autistic meltdown, going nonverbal, Nick and Chris lowkey suck here 😭

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Thank you for the request! Please remember that my writing is fictional--I am not saying or assuming that Matt is autistic and I definitely don't think Nick and Chris would act this way in real life. It's just a story :) Now, please enjoy 💚

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“Miserable Matt” this and “Miserable Matt” that. It was almost sickening the way he was constantly the target of Nick and Chris’s jokes. Deep down, Matt knew his brothers didn’t really mean any harm, but that didn’t make his feelings any less hurt. He never purposely tried to be sad or depressing when they were filming, it was just kind of the way his natural personality was.

Being autistic, his voice tended to have a flatter affect than most people’s. Even when he was filled with autistic joy, his voice rarely got louder or higher. Usually, his brothers were quite understanding of his disability, always standing up for Matt and making sure he was treated fairly, but then there were days like today, where they were filming an episode for Cut the Camera, and Nick and Chris just couldn’t stop the jokes from rolling off their tongues.

“I dunno,” Matt said quietly, but with a smile, fidgeting with his hands. “I just like to be alone sometimes. It gives me the creative freedom that I don’t always get from other people, y’know?”

“Oh here we go again,” Chris snorted. “Miserable Matt back at again with his depression poetry.”

“That’s not poetry.” Matt grumbled, trying to hide the hurt in his voice.

The triplets were currently discussing where they got their video ideas from, and how they stayed motivated to make content, even when they didn’t feel like it. Of course Chris and Nick had ‘normal people’ answers, like going out with friends or going on vacation. But being autistic, Matt didn’t recharge that way. He preferred to be alone to gather his thoughts and reset his mind. So of course, that was made fun of.

-`ღ´-

“So, what do you guys think about the edits people make of you?” Nick asked. “Love or hate them?”

“It depends,” Chris shrugged. “Some of them make me think ‘Damn, I’m fine’, but others are kinda…weird. No offense, guys!” he threw his hands up quickly, smiling at the camera.

“I like them. I think it’s sweet that someone takes time out of their day to edit me.” Matt smiled.

“Yeah,” Nick groaned. “Cause yours are all sad and depressing and ‘poor baby Matt’ while a song from folklore plays in the background.”

“That is so not true.” Matt protested.

“‘Poor Matt and his autism’ while some sad song plays in the background. You like it because it validates you.” Chris chuckled.

“That’s not true!” Matt was starting to get teary eyed, but he couldn’t help it; he was sensitive. “Some of them are nice.”

“Miserable Matt’s gotta watch sad edits of himself to fulfill his aesthetic.” Nick laughed.

All was silent for a moment, until Matt finally spoke, looking at his brothers with watery eyes. “Why are you guys so mean to me?”

“Matt, come on. We’re joking.” Chris rolled his eyes.

“But it’s not a joke,” Matt whispered, avoiding their eyes. “You guys use me as the butt of the joke all the time. ‘Matt’s too quiet’, ‘Miserable Matt’, ‘Matt and his anxiety’. It’s annoying, okay?”

“It’s just a joke, Matt,” Nick tried to explain calmly. “We don’t mean any harm.”

“Do you? Because last time I checked, making fun of someone’s disability or mental health problems is harm.”

“Don’t be like that, bro.” Chris tried to put a comforting, ‘olive branch’ hand on Matt’s shoulder.

“No,” Matt stood up, throwing his headphones off. “I’m done. Finish recording without me.”

The boy quickly exited the room, leaving a stunned Nick and Chris in his wake. Matt didn’t usually lose his cool like that when he knew the camera was rolling, but he hadn’t been sleeping well lately and the last thing he wanted was a recording of him bordering on a meltdown. Even if it could be edited out, he really didn’t want that immortalized forever. They were embarrassing enough as it was.

Matt retreated to his room, anxiously playing with the tangle that he kept in the pocket of his hoodie for when he needed a fidget toy. The calm, woodsy aesthetic of his bedroom relaxed him somewhat as he stepped inside his safe haven. It wasn’t enough, though. He needed someone who got it, who knew it was like to feel different. And so, he pulled out his phone, quickly texting you.

Matt: babe, can we go to the park?

You looked up from your book when Matt’s text came through. As an autistic couple, you had set up a ‘code word’ for when either one of you felt like they were on the verge of having an autistic meltdown, and that was Matt’s. You quickly gathered your things, speeding over to the triplets house as Matt sent you a flurry of texts, somewhat describing what had happened.

When you let yourself in with the key they had given you, Nick and Chris looked up, surprised by your entrance. “Where’s Matt?” You asked.

“In his room.” Chris mumbled, not looking up from his phone.

You didn’t have the energy, nor were you in the mood to deal with the boys right now, so you quickly pushed past them, hurrying up the stairs. “Can I come in, sweetie?” You asked when you reached Matt’s door, knocking softly.

You were quite worried about the silence until your phone pinged with a text of mhm from Matt. You realized that meant that he was probably nonverbal at the moment, and you hastily let yourself into the dark room. Matt had drawn the curtains, turning on one small lamp with a soft, orange glow. Your boyfriend was huddled up under his weighted blanket, headphones on and softly stroking Mr. Wrinkleton’s fur. You let out a breath when you noticed that he seemed much more relaxed than when he had first texted you, but that didn’t stop you from missing the tear tracks on his cheeks.

“Hi sweet boy.” You spelled into his palm as you softly set down on the bed beside him.

Matt grabbed his communication cards off the nightstand, riffling through them for a moment, before he showed you the one that said ‘Can I have a hug?’. Without another word, you pulled your boyfriend into a deep pressure hug, knowing they were his favorites. They made his body feel perfectly aligned and usually helped calm him after a meltdown. After a moment, Matt pulled out of your grip, slipping his headphones off.

“We don’t have to talk about it, hun. We’ll work it out with Nick and Chris later, okay? You just relax, baby,” You said gently. “Are you hungry, hun?”

Matt shook his head, grabbing your palm and spelling out ‘I just want you’ in your palm since he didn’t have a card for that. You smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek. This was one of your favorite parts about being a neurodivergent couple. You just got each other in a way that other people didn’t. You could sit in companionable silence and never feel awkward or bored. In your embrace of him, you noticed that Matt had slid a card towards you that read ‘Can we watch nature videos?’.

One of Matt’s special interests and overall favorite things, was nature, but especially the forest and woodland animals. He could watch the soothing videos of the forest in its natural state for hours and not get bored, which had led you two to make a special card just for that when you were making his communication cards together. Your boy smiled as you stood up, grabbing the remote for his TV, before flicking it to one of Matt’s favorite, ten-hour-long videos of the forest and its animals on YouTube.

“I love you, babe.” You told him as you both got comfortable under his large weighted blanket.

‘I love you!!!!!’ Matt explained, showing you a card.

The extra exclamation points had been at his insistence. He insisted that he loved you more than anyone else and needed you to know that. You couldn’t lie when you said that that had made you smile. You were each other’s first significant other, and Matt made you feel so completely special. Even now, as you laid here together, not speaking but cuddling as you watched videos of chipmunks and deer, you knew that Matt was your person.

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ladyelissarose · 9 months

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“Sergeant?”

You had just sunk down to the ground, against the wall as your tried to breathe. The usual bright eyes you always wore, searching for his dark ones, are now locked on the ground as you sat across your superior, Lieutenant Simon Riley... other known as the ‘Ghost’. His callsign or sorta nickname didn’t scare you, he wasn’t the cold man every one knew him to be, instead he had grown easy around you, making his personal space your little safe haven. He was still quiet and sometimes distant, but he still was a safe place.

But right now you felt as if everything around you was too close, you couldn’t catch your breath and we’re growing anxious because of it. Panic and desperation were clawing out of you at this point, but they had no chance in escaping.

Loud ringing sounds could be heard in your ears, causing your head to pound, but above that noise in your head you heard the calm voice, call out to you in the distance,

“You alright kid?”

Your eyes still didn’t meet his, but you nonetheless replied with a small voice, unlike the loud but firm one you often used,

“I don’t k-know...”

It cracked in the end, showing Simon you were at the verge of breaking, but he could also tell you were trying to keep it together- be strong.

But it didn’t look like it was working, your breathing’s pace was picking up and there was a slight shake to you too, you were trembling.

This reaction from you was new to Simon, but he was quick to detect what it was nonetheless. Personally he’s met this kind of feeling before- he wasn’t new to it at all.

But It would be the first time he’s ever attempted to do something so deep and connecting, but he knew it would help you.

He didn’t have to force the words out of you to know what was happening or how to address it, he knew what had happened a few minutes ago was the closest thing ever to taking your life, and what didn’t help was when you ran back in the falling building anyways, barely making it out with the two kids before it fully collapsed.

Fear didn’t come close to how you were feeling, but for the past seconds to minutes you haven’t been able to feel anything, or let your mind register the trauma your body went through. Making sure everything was ok and in order, meaning you unfortunately didn’t come first when you had so many responsibilities ahead of you.

But Simon’s large hand engulfed your face, and the other got both of your hands and stopped the fidgeting, tightening the hold as he pulled you closer, bringing your head against his chest. Breaking the panic you were developing.

Slowly your eyes met his as you looked up at him, and you couldn’t help the heavy stone weighing down in your throat, blocking out the words that wanted to come out, and tell him you needed help.

Tears began to well in your eyes as Simon’s softened, the realization that you were alive and well took a toll on you, as you had barely escaped the jaws of death that day, and finally you were able to calm down and take it all in.

You looked behind you to see the building in flames and totally wrecked, Simon locked eyes with what you were beholding, and he felt how scared you were. Panic wanted to settle in you more, as you recalled the thoughts that ran through your head as you dodged the falling ceiling, hoping that it wouldn’t fall on you or the kids you were holding.

‘Don’t die don’t die- OH SHIT- that was close!! Oh! Hold the kids tighter they’ll fall and the younger one can’t walk- they’re depending on you, come on make it- please don’t fall on me-‘

Thoughts spiraling like a hurricane, until a gentle tug was felt on your hands. And a deep voice with a softness to it called out,

“C’mere sweetheart.”

His free hand beckoned you towards him, and when you got close enough it wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his lap, and took your place against the wall. Instinctively you got comfortable and laid your palm over his chest, where his heart was. He had discarded his vest so you could feel closer, and hoodie he wore was was thin enough where you could still make out his heartbeat and even feel it’s steady thuds.

Your teary face was mere inches from his masked up one, and ever so gently Simon used the pad of his thumb to wipe them all away, while his hand held your cheek.

You were like a little angel in the arms of a monster, seeking comfort in his darkness as your light had dimmed. His eyes were dark shades of brown, but they held a honey ring around it’s making them unique and him- Simon Riley.

The arm that was around your waist now slid to your bottom, holding you up closer so you wouldn’t slide off his lap. Your face was then guided by his hand to lay your head on his shoulder, your face resting against his neck, inhaling his scent which was musky yet warm and woody.. a hint of citrus could be detected too.

Simon placed his head on yours, and with the softest voice he could possibly muster with his deep Manchester accent, he cooed,

“It’s alright sweet girl.. I’m righ’ here.”

You nodded against him as you tried to breathe slowly, sniffles coming out here and there, although you tried matching your erratic breathing to his calm one, hoping to synchronize it.

A little rumble could be felt coming from his chest, a low chuckle came out of Ghost’s mask, not in a mocking way, but to ease the heavy tension.

“That gave you quite the scare eh? I’s alright... Johnny would’ve shit his pants for sure, not you though.. you’re a brave one huh sweetheart?”

A small giggle released your once trembling lips at what Ghost said about Soap, and it comforted him to know you’re cheering up a bit. You snuggled into him closer, finding comfort in his embrace as he made you feel easy and alive- even with the smallest gestures.

His hands never left as he cradled you, rubbing your back, squeezing your side, caressing your head or holding your fidgeting fingers... he never stopped letting you know he hadn’t let you go.

His soft breaths being heard, the calm beating of his heart as he made sure your ear was over it, the little hums he’d do when he felt it was too quiet, kissing your head through his mask here and there... it was his way of telling you, you were just as alive as he was.

Simon’s hold on you never faltered, as he poured his unsaid affection for you in heart-full and true actions. From now on he’d keep you an arm’s length away- if not in his arms better yet.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 20 days

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I know that yuu going for every event just so the player can experience the event from their pov, but I do wonder if in game, yuu are just tired of being dragged places. the first few times probably were fun! they got to experience different places in a world they don't know! but after the second time, I feel like it would get exhausting, especially considering some kind of chaos follows them onto their trips. I can imagine yuu desperately trying not to go on trips only for luck to constantly be against them haha

Yeah, most likely! There's always some convenient excuse that amounts to Yuu and Grim being present yet insignificant 99% of the time.

The most egregious example of convenience that comes to my mind is how Yuu and Grim went along to the City of Flowers/Fleur City.. Crowley claimed they might be able to gain more knowledge of how to get Yuu back to their original world from this conference for talented young mages. (That topic never comes up again in the event.) Depending on who you ask, you might find fans that say it's a missed opportunity that the ONE event where being magicless is an advantage, they didn't give Yuu a bigger role in saving the day and instead relegated to them to off-screen involvement.

I feel like Yuu actually doesn’t mind traveling to places beyond NRC! (After all, as large as the school’s campus is… surely it starts to feel samey after a while, a change of scenery would be welcome.) Most events which involve travel typically give you the chance to pick between two dialogue options to express your own interest in tagging along (though it is typically Grim who first expresses wanting to go).

There’s really no down sides to it either—they don’t have to pay for transportation, food, or housing so every trip is basically a free vacation and a chance to experience extremely different countries and cultures!! The set-ups can be super swanky too due to how affluent some of the students hosting them are (Kalim, Leona, now Vil). No jet lag either, since the Mirror of Darkness instantly teleports them to wherever they want to go. That’s the dream life 😂 And while it’s true that problems sometimes arise during these trips, they’re often small personal conflicts that Yuu and Grim don’t need to intervene in or help with. (Someone insulted Deuce’s mom, competing against the delinquents/RSA in a race, helping the fireworks guy, seeing who wins Catch the Tail, etc.) It’s definitely more relaxed overall than Crowley knocking on their door every few weeks to personally ask them to fix problems.

I guess it really depends on the type of Yuu you have in mind (assuming we’re talking Yuusonas and not the generic in-game Yuu)? I can see why constantly going on trips might be exhausting if you picture Yuu as being more introverted, or perhaps more short-tempered or tired due to whatever else they have on their plate. It would suck if they didn’t actually enjoy their travels…

#twisted wonderland #twst #Grim #Yuu #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #glorious masquerade spoilers #Dire Crowley #Leona Kingscholar #Kalim Al-Asim #Deuce Spade #Vil Schoenheit #tamashina mina spoilers #white rabbit fest spoilers #harveston sledathon spoilers #a firelit sky over the sands spoilers

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intheupside · 6 months

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What's the secret to Sidney Crosby's success?

Always eat a strawberry PB&J on game day… and have unwavering dedication, unparalleled work ethic, and exceptional talent.

With Sidney Crosby appearing in his 1,200th NHL contest on Saturday in San Jose, I wanted to ask how his game-day routine has evolved in the years since that first one to help keep him playing at such an elite level.

Because as Mike Sullivan said, that’s not an easy thing to do – and it's a testament to Crosby’s drive, his will to win, his desire to be the best, and his willingness to put the time in and make the sacrifices so that he can continue to sustain that type of play.

At first, Crosby laughed good-naturedly – because we all know how superstitious and routine-based the captain is – and half-joked that there might not be much there. Most of it has stayed the same, particularly his on-ice warmup routine heading into puck drop. "Whether it’s preparing for a game or just a typical game day, (my routines) just allow me to feel good about going out there and doing what I need to do," he said.

But there has been a tweak here and there to the captain’s preparations now that he’s 36, particularly when it comes to what he does in the mornings. Unless the Penguins have the day off before a game, the morning skate is always optional – and in recent years, Crosby has chosen to stay off the ice.

“You look to conserve that energy a little bit more,” he said. “As much as I like getting on the ice in the morning, it’s good if you can just take that opportunity to do other things and still get a little bit of sweat – get ready for the night, but still conserve some energy at the same time. It's always a balancing act.”

Instead of skating, Crosby will take his stick and gloves and find a quiet area of the rink to do some solo stickhandling, which helps him loosen up a bit. He’ll also take part in the first soccer game of the day with Bryan Rust, Jake Guentzel, Erik Karlsson, Marcus Pettersson, and Rickard Rakell. Sometimes, Noel Acciari will join them, depending on if they do 3-on-3 or 2-on-2.

“We’re just kicking it around, but it can get pretty intense,” Crosby said before adding with a grin, “Sometimes, I wonder if I expend more energy in soccer than I would in morning skate. It just depends on the day, maybe.”

After grabbing lunch to go, when he gets home in the afternoons, Crosby’s nap has gotten shorter as he’s gotten older. “I used to sleep like, two and a half hours when I was younger. But a little harder to do that now,” he smiled. But Crosby still isn’t a big coffee drinker, since natural adrenaline gets the job done when it comes to waking up. “I feel like I get pretty amped up, so I don't need that. I’ve had some caffeine before, and I don’t think it’s good for me,” Crosby laughed.

When it comes to the food Crosby fuels himself with, on a game day the players have the same menu available to them both at home and on the road for their breakfast, lunch, and pregame meal/snack, so he sticks to his routine for those … down to the strawberry PB&J that HBO filmed him making during their 24/7 Penguins/Capitals Road to the Winter Classic series.

But Crosby doesn’t eat as much steak the night before games compared to his early years in the league, especially on the road. “That changed a little bit. Other than that, as long as it's somewhat healthy, I just try to make sure I get a good meal,” Crosby said.

There’s obviously a lot more that goes on behind the scenes, both inside and outside of a game day, that Crosby does to set himself up for success.

“All the subtle things he does – for me, that's the most impressive aspect of his overall body of work. A lot of it goes unseen,” Sulivan said. “That's why I've always said on so many occasions that it's not by accident this guy's as good as he is. Yeah, he's talented, he's gifted, and all of those things, but he maximizes every opportunity that he has to be at his best. I think that commitment, in my experience of being around the game, has been unmatched by any other player I've seen.”

And that’s because Crosby’s passion for the sport is something else that’s remained the same.

“I love it just as much as I did Game 1,” he said. “It’s a lot of hockey, and just grateful I’ve been able to play this long.”

#sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins

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Childhood trauma with 141 + König.

!CW! Abuse, trauma, neglect, lasting issues from a bad childhood, (sorry if I miss any.)

König:

König didn’t realize your behavior was out of the ordinary until the military forced him to go to behavioral classes. They went over all kinds of topics. The childhood trauma topic is what really made him perk up. König noticed this small thing with you pretty much immediately after you’d begun dating. While you were awake, you were normal. Casual, hugs and small kisses when nobody was looking, but when you were sleepy, or asleep. You cling to him. Like your life depends on it. You’re a bit of a crazy sleeper, so sometimes you’ll have a hold of some random part of his body. Like his foot, or his leg. But it’s usually his arm. Sometimes you’ll even hold his hand while you’re asleep. He always thought it was really sweet until he seen that video.

The first thing he did upon returning was cornering you to ask you. “Liebling, can I talk to you?” He mumbles. You nod your head with a smile. He walks toward you, thankful this was able to happen while the both of you were home from the military. “They spoke about childhood trauma today.” He mumbles. You nod your head, blood running cold. You knew what he was going to ask. “And.. the way you cling to me in your sleep. Is there something you’re not telling me?” He asks. You release a defeated sigh. “It’s nothing that important.. it’s just.” You pause. “When I was a kid, my dad wasn’t all that nice and my mom slept in my room because he wouldn’t hit her when I was around. I always fell asleep holding onto her for safety and comfort, and… I fell asleep holding onto her one night and when I woke up, she was gone. That was when I was 5. I never seen her again.” You look down. König feels his heart break. Grasping your wrist and pulling you into him to hug you tightly. “Ich werde dich nie alleine lassen” he whispers it into your ear and he can feel you relaxing into him. “I love that you hold onto me. I will keep you safe.” He breathes. Feeling you tighten your grasp around him.

Ghost:

Ghost could pick up on trauma pretty easily because he had a lot of his own trauma responses. You always talked a lot about how you seemed to have a pretty good childhood for the most part, but you did something that made him wonder what actually happened during your childhood. The first fight the both of you had shared was pretty brutal. A lot of hurtful words were spoken and when Ghost came to you to apologize the following day, you wouldn’t say it back. No matter what, you wouldn’t apologize for anything. Ghost took everything you said with a grain of salt, but he secretly hated that you wouldn’t apologize when you said hurtful things. After a particular fight, he seen a certain look in your eyes. He seen the pain in them. You didn’t like saying hurtful things. But he could tell this is what you were used to. For some reason, you believe it was fight, never flight. During one particular night in with him, the both of you laying comfortably in your shared bed, he decided to bring it up.

“Why don’t you ever say sorry?” He asks. You turn to look at him. Sending him a weird look. “What?” You ask. You’re completely confused. “You know.. sometimes when we fight and I apologize, you never do.” You look confused. “Oh.. I didn’t realize I did that.” You laugh awkwardly. “I’m sorry Ghost. I just.. it’s a bad habit that my family had when I was growing up.” Your cheeks are red, and he can see that you feel bad. “It’s okay.” He slides his hand along your hip and pulls you into him. “We’re going to work on everything together so that you’re comfortable. You help me get over my identity crisis, I help you learn empathy.” He laughs. You look up at him. “I think as long as we have each other, the rest will be easy.” You laugh. “I think so too. I’m sorry that your parents never apologized to you.” He breathes. “It’s okay. I can fix that, but I can’t fix what I say to hurt you.” You breathe. He rolls his eyes. “I’ll be just fine sweetheart. We have each other now.”

Captain Price:

Before the two of you started a relationship, he caught on to something pretty quickly. You dropped a piece of paper during a meeting, and Captain Price picked it up, handing it to you. You flinched when he held it out for you. Trying to play it off and thanking him. Anytime he’d reach his hand out for something, you’d flinch away from him. He picked up on a few more signs here and there, when everyone else would go home, you’d always stay back. Saying you’ll keep an eye on the base for everyone. It was during a family gathering the task force had, a dinner to invite families to, where Captain Price seen it. He met your father, shook his hand. Through the entire night, he noticed the way you’d flinch under any slight movement he made. At the end of the night, Captain Price told him to leave, and that he wasn’t welcome anymore. You were surprised and so was your father. Captain Price had no idea about your past.

That was the night you opened up to him about everything. The abuse, how you joined the military to escape from it. Tried everything to make your father proud but it never worked. You spent the entire night laid up in bed with Captain Price, and that’s when you confessed your feelings for one another. Under the sheets, no clothing. He stared at you, perfect toned body, lower half hidden underneath silk sheets. He caressed your cheek, reassuring you. He had himself propped up as he looked at you. Hair sprawled across his pillows. “You didn’t deserve that. And I would never raise my hand at you, not ever. And I won’t let anyone else hurt you. Never again.” He mumbles, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead. Tears welled in your eyes and you smiled up at him. Having to explain this is the first time a man has ever been kind to you. It broke him inside. It really did. But he’d always be there for you. For every step of the healing process. No matter what. After that night, he was different around you. Way more protective. Anytime you flinched for any reason, he pulled you into his side, or pulled you behind him during drills when you were uncomfortable. He always did his very best to make sure you were comfortable, and you couldn’t be more thankful for that.

Soap:

Soap noticed that you were able to memorize a lot of things about the others on base. It started with their tone of voice, you’d joke about your Captains tone of voice. Laughing and saying he seemed pissed about something. You could tell just by the tone of voice what kind of mood they were in, and Soap found it odd because he couldn’t tell. When the two of you started sneaking around together, during the night when you heard footsteps passing your room, he would tense up and you would reassure him. Saying “it’s just Ghost, don’t worry.” Of course he’d ask how you knew, and you’d say by the sound of the footsteps. Eventually he caught on too. He ended up coming across a video online about common trauma responses in adults from their childhood and that was a big one. He wondered what had gone on in your childhood for you to develop a response like that. Sometimes when you heard specific footsteps, you’d tense up, or scramble to get rid of whatever you’re doing.

During one night when you were with Soap, he decided to ask about it. You were sitting at your desk and he was laying in your bed. “Sorry to interrupt your work lass, but I have a question.” He mumbles, sitting up on your bed. “Yeah what’s up?” You turn to him. Spinning in the chair. “Well.. you know how you memorize certain things?” He asks. You look at him confused. “Like footsteps? Or a tone of voice?” He asks. “Yeah?” He nods his head. You’re following him. “I read online that that’s a common trauma response. Were your parents mean to you when you were a kid?” He asks. You smile. “I wouldn’t say mean. Just strict. I memorized their footsteps so that if I was up to no good or needed to hide something, I knew who it was. And I could usually tell by their footsteps if they were coming to yell at me, and I could tell by their tone of voice if they were mad or not so that I could avoid them.” You explain. He nods his head. It’s almost as if it’s clicking in your own head as the realization washes over your face. He reaches out, grasping the chair and sliding you toward him. “Nothing to worry about now, I’ve got you. If anyone treats you like that, they’ll have to face me.” He pulls you into him, kissing you.

Gaz:

You and Gaz started out as really good friends. Somehow you were always paired with him on missions and you got along with him really nicely. During one mission, you and Gaz had gotten stuck somewhere for a couple days, and took turns taking watch. While you were asleep, Gaz accidentally slammed a door shut, and you jolted awake. Looking around in a panic. He reassured you that it was just him, and that it was an accident. He assumed it was just the mode you were in from being in the military. But you had this habit anywhere you were, and it was only certain noises. Doors slamming, glass breaking, heavy footsteps. Gunfire and bombs never seemed to bother you, and that’s where Gaz was confused. You slept like a rock through gunfire. You might wake up here and there from a bomb, but never like you had that night when he accidentally slammed the door. When the two of you ended up together, he noticed small signs more and more and one night as he went to fall asleep, he put two and two together.

He corners you one night on watch, and asks you. With a sigh, you confess that your parents fought a lot when you were a kid, and you could tell your dad was home because of the door slamming and heavy footsteps and when they’d fight, your mom would break dishes and throw stuff. Sometimes when they took their anger out on you, your door would open and you’d wake up immediately. Gaz comforted you and reassured you, obviously. But he knew it would take time for you to feel better. That same night, he was laying next to you. He’d snuck into your room and you had fallen asleep a few minutes earlier. The sound of a door slamming shut outside had you awake in a panic. Gaz reached a hand out, caressing your arm. “Hey, it’s just one of the others. Relax.” He mumbles. You nod your head, laying back down. He pulls you into him, running a soothing hand through your hair in an attempt to calm your racing heart. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’ve got you now.” He mumbles. You relax almost immediately, falling back asleep. He needed to sneak back to his room soon, but he just can’t yet. He hates leaving you alone to worry. He hates seeing you like that. Something so small throwing you into such a panic. But he’ll always be there to calm you.

#call of duty mw2 #soap mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #captain john price #price mw2 #alejandro mw2 #captain price #johnny soap mactavish #mw2 smut #mw2 headcanons #mw2ghost #gaz mw2 #könig mw2

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bakubunny · 5 months

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aaaa u think u could do the nsfw alphabet with aizawa?

this took a hot sec bc i got busy but here u go. 🖤

a-z for aizawa.

aftercare -> if we’re talking after sex in general, he’s cuddly and sleepy. he cuddles a bit, showers with you, maybe grabs a snack if necessary, and after that, he’s stuck to you like glue for a bit. if we’re talking like… dom!shota, he’ll give you what you need and basically just wants cuddles and kisses in return. dom drop takes a couple of days to hit and he doesn’t always notice it; making love & acts of service are the cure, so make his fav meals or take smth off his plate for a little while if you’re gonna have an intense scene.

body part -> shota doesn’t think much of his body. i don’t think he lacks confidence, he just doesn’t care. it’s not a priority other than making sure he can keep up with the demands of his job. if you had to make him pick, he’d probably say his back. i think most people hc shota as an ass man, but for personal reasons i’m gonna say he’s into necks and thighs.

cum -> ugh. i have more ideas than i should put here. he leaks quite a bit and also cums a lot. despite what many might think, he’s a very hydrated man (read: half of his “water” intake is coffee) with a half decent diet (sometimes). probably doesn’t taste great, but also not gag inducing either.

dirty secret -> he’s a dirty panty snatcher. sometimes he’ll wrap them around his dick, other times he just put them to his nose while he jacks off to smell your scent.

experience -> shota’s not like… had a ton of partners but he’s far from clueless. he knows what works for him and enjoys figuring out what works for his partner.

favorite position -> prone bone or modified doggy. maybe modified missionary, interpret that how you want.

goofy -> he can laugh over something that’s genuinely funny, but generally he’s not the one saying the funny things. he’s pretty serious. (erasermic is basically canon. you can’t tell me he wouldn’t secretly love hizashi’s goofiness in bed.)

hair -> i’m sorry, but you cannot look at how this man keeps the hair on his head and tell me he does more than the absolute bare minimum when it comes to grooming body hair, especially if he’s single. it’s dark and he’s got a lot of it. he cleans up enough that it’s not obnoxious down stairs, but no more… unless he’s with someone, then he’ll put in a little more effort for… reasons.

intimacy -> he can be rough and blah blah blah, all that, but he’s a highly intimate person in the sense that you are the only person who sees him like this, and he makes you feel like the only person in the world he could ever be with. (did i mention this mf is possessive as hell in bed? he is.)

jack off -> it’s usually more of a functional “get it over with” thing for him, but when his mind wanders, he loves to think of how you look bent over, what you sound like, how cute your fuzzy-headed face looks.

kink -> he’s got an oral fixation kink - meaning he’s turned on by a partner with an oral fixation though he doesn’t have one. breeding. he doesn’t want his own kids, but he’ll probably blow instantly the first time you beg tell him to breed you or knock you up even if you can’t get pregnant. impact play. he’s not a sadist, but he does think it’s oh so pretty when you whine and your skin changes colors. bondage. i feel like this one’s kinda self explanatory.

location -> bed or bending you over a counter.

motivation -> teasing with just the right look or touch is what really gets him by surprise. also motivated by seeing his partner flustered and needy.

no -> blood play. he’s seen too much shit to want that, and he’d be scared of actually hurting someone.

oral -> shota’s a thigh man, what do you think? 🤨 he’d live between your thighs if you let him. he also enjoys receiving quite a bit, but that’s more related to the oral fixation kink than him being crazy about getting head.

pace -> it changes day to day. many days he’s rough; fast or slow depends on what he’s/you’re feeling at the time. he can be more sensual from time to time if he’s feeling particularly loving/affectionate.

quickie -> he can make it work if you’re okay with a sting and a big stretch. occasionally it’s fun, but not something he usually goes for.

risk -> he’ll try new things if you’re interested in something. may not always think of new things on his own, but he’ll be open about what he truly wants to try once he trusts you enough.

stamina -> he’ll cum once or twice before he’s done, but he lasts a while - to the point where it’s almost frustrating for him. outside of that, he’ll edge or pull as many orgasms out of you as he damn well pleases, and you’re gonna take it.

toys -> shota owns a small, select amount of sex toys he uses on his partner and some for himself. might expand his collection based on partner preferences. bonus some of his “toys” are more of “kink equipment” than sex toys (spreader bar, cuffs, rope, ball gag, high powered wand, etc.), but he also has a small number of plugs and dildos.

unfair -> ask shota how much he likes to tease, and i’m sure you’ll find out. (hint: it’s a lot.) may or may not be into edging and denial, i can’t decide.

volume -> he’s not loud, per se, but he’s pretty vocal. lots of groans, growls, grunts. will talk more if he knows that’s smth you’re into, but otherwise he doesn’t usually say a lot.

wild card -> he likes having his ass played with. dom!shota likes telling his partner to use toys on him and talking them through it.

x ray -> i stand by these hcs, so i won’t go into too much detail here. his clothing hides a lot. his body is strong. he’s not overly lean. he’s got a perfect pretty dick that’s big and a softie you wanna snuggle up to.

yearning -> fairly high sex drive; he’d fuck you five days a week if he had the time and energy, but he’s pretty busy so it’s often less than that. he probably wouldn’t say no to you getting him off or hopping on top, though.

zzz -> unless there’s a shower involved (usually there is), he’s out like a light in minutes. better move quick, or you’ll be stuck in the vice grip of a sleepy cuddle monster before you even get a chance to take a piss.

come get ur mans @dcsiremc.

#y’all sent in requests for the full Alphabet on multiple people so a couple of these are gonna have to wait but this was a good change of #pace #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa shota #aizawa smut #bnha smut #mha smut #bnha x reader #n.sfw alphabet #bakubunny

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mystery-star · 5 months

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Sure Bet - Spock

Pairing: Spock x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: swearing

Words: 2277

A/N: Just a short idea I’ve head when reading @sachiko1309 's Spock fanfiction yesterday. Hope you don't mind me tagging you, no need to read if you dont' want to lol.

Please do not repost my work on other sites or platforms!

“What?!” your friend and Captain almost exclaimed, making most of the people in the rec room look at you. Sometimes being with Jim when he was drunk wasn’t fun. “You mean you never kissed someone?” he took another sip from his drink as if to overcome the disbelief.

“Of course I did” you defended yourself “It just only were people that I was in a relationship with” and you only were in your second relationship so there was that.

“Well, we gotta change that” he said with a conspirational glance to his friend Bones. You too glanced at the doctor but he didn’t seem as enthusiastic and said he wouldn’t want to force you to do anything. “No, no that’s not what I meant” he looked back at you “We just should make it... attractive for you”

“Meaning what?”

“Well....” he rubbed his nose “let’s say that next time you come to the bridge to deliver a report, you can kiss someone on the bridge. And if you do, I swear I will wear a female uniform with a skirt for three days”

“You mean kiss someone while on duty?” he shrugged

“Better than while being drunk, huh?” you raised your eyebrows. Not because you disagreed with the whole idea. After all, your current relationship was with Commander Spock after all who did work on the bridge.

“And what if I won’t kiss anyone?”

“Then I’d say the next drinks are on you”

“The drinks on the ship are free” you reminded him

“I meant back on a planet or so. What say you?” he finished his drink.

“I mean... just three days? Does the time you wear it depend on who I kiss or how I kiss them?”

“Okay here’s the rules. The kiss has to be on the mouth. If you kiss someone you’re friends with it’s gonna be three days. If it’s someone else or you know... making out, I’ll wear it for a week. Also you can’t kiss me. I don’t count. Or Bones if he’s there. But anyone else”

“We’re not including Spock in this are we? He’d not only find it very illogical but probably also finds a dozen rules that forbid this” Leonard asked and Jim turned to him

“Tell you what Bones, (Y/N) actually has the guts to kiss him, I wear the dress ten days” trying to hide your smile you nipped at your drink. After all he would definitely be the one you kissed. Not your fault if no one knew of your relationship and Jim was raising the stakes himself.

“You’re on” you said. “But it hasn’t to be tomorrow. In the course of the week”

“Deal”

The next day you needed to deliver a report to the bridge but to your dismay the Captain was nowhere to be seen. Well, now you had to come back another time.

“Yeoman?” you heard Spock ask from the Captain’s chair

“I have the reports, sir” you told him “I was just wondering what to do since the Captain isn’t here. Do you think it’s possible I’ll leave them for him and pick them up later? Or will you sign them?” you hoped he’d say no to the latter.

“According to the Captain he should be back shortly”

“Alright” you said, almost thrusting the PADD into his hands “I’ll come and get them back in a bit”

“Very well” Spock said and you gave a nod, stepping back into the turbolift and letting out a deep breath when it went down. Part of you wished it would already be over. It wasn’t the kiss you were nervous about but Spock’s reaction. Not because you had agreed to keep the relationship a secret, in fact you were planning to let others know soon but to just do it so sudden and kiss him so openly when you hadn’t shared that many kisses - Vulcan or human ones – before.

When you returned to the bridge an hour later Bones was there too and you weren’t sure if you were happy about it or not. Sure he would give you hell for kissing Spock but you also knew how much he would tease Jim when you did.

“Yeoman” the Captain greeted you “I bet you’re here for the reports”

“I am. But not just that” you added the second part a little quieter. He handed you the PADD and as was regulation you quickly checked the signature before giving a nod. Instead of leaving directly as you usually did, unless there was something else you had to do on a particular day, you decided to walk a short circle on the bridge so your two friends wouldn’t know who you’d kiss right away. Oh, you could feel almost all eyes on you because even those that didn’t know of the bet were wondering what you did but suddenly you found you didn’t care. Of course the only who didn’t seem to have noticed what was going on was Spock. Only when you stopped in front of him did he look up and you threw a quick last glance to Jim and Bones, the first looking a little pale and it wouldn’t have surprised you if he jumped up at that moment and retreated from the bet in that moment.

“Is there something you require from me, Yeoman?” Spock asked.

“Kind of” you said quietly and looked at him “I know this may be a bit weird and illogical and I’m sorry” you heard Bones snort but there was a huge smile on his face. Slowly you placed your hands on Spock’s arms, slowly leaning in because even if you were in a relationship you would not force him into a kiss just for a bet. He didn’t move and still stood there ramrod straight. But not because he was not okay with what you were doing, this was a different kind of stiffness. More one of confusion. You got onto your tiptoes and when he realized what you were going to do and didn’t pull back, a sign he wasn’t in the mood for a kiss you ignored his questioning ‘Yeoman’ and placed your lips on his. Of course he didn’t do much to respond but it wasn’t that he did nothing because he leant closer and his hands went to your hips.

“That’s not fair!” Jim’s yell made you break apart and your boyfriend was quick to get a professional distance to you again but there still was some fondness and confusion in his glance.

“Might I inquire the reason for this seemingly spontaneous display of affection; in public nonetheless?” he had lowered his voice, obviously not wanting the others to hear. You gave a shrug not wanting to tell him the truth right now.

“I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or something but... I just wanted to. And you said you’re okay with letting others know so... well. Might not have been the best moment” he raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything for a while

“Wait a moment” Bones said “Am I missing something there?” he pointed at the two of you and now everyone was looking even more intensely if that even was possible. But you were glad that no one said anything at least. “Are you two...?” you glanced at Spock to see if he was okay if you confirmed

“Doctor, I believe question is lacking the inquired element”

“Don’t make me say it, pointy. Are you two.... you know...?” he made a gesture with his hand

“I must admit that I am not familiar with sign language and therefore still could not understand what exactly you wish to find out” of course your boyfriend seemed the only one who was still unaware of what Bones was trying to ask and even though you felt bad for him it made you also feel better because maybe the kiss now didn’t' seem too strange anymore

“A thing okay?” the doctor spat “Dating. Courting. Seeing each other. Having an affair.”

“While I cannot fully differentiate between all of these human terms for being in a relationship you are quite correct doctor”

“You knew this” Jim shouted at you

“Why yes,” you answered “seeing that I am in the relationship it’s obvious that I know of it”

“I’m not gonna say how much you just sounded like Spock” Bones muttered making you smile. Meanwhile other bridge members were starting to congratulate you or ask question as to how and when you got together. Somehow you were glad that Spock reminded them that they still were on duty and this was something they could discuss after the shift. The Captain then made it an order that everyone got back to work

“That goes for you too, Yeoman” you only nodded and then left the bridge.

Early the following morning Bones was at your door

“What is it?” you asked, fearing there was some kind of emergency

“Nothing, I just figured you might like to come to the bridge and see to it that the Captain honors his part of the bet”

“Oh right” you smiled “give me some minutes to get ready” of course the topic you talked about on the way to the bridge was your relationship with the First Officer. Luckily the way wasn’t that long that you could only answer three questions and then were on the bridge. Jim wasn’t here yet, which was good because you needed to see the other’s reactions. Spock seemed confused what you were doing here because your shift only would start in an hour.

“Just watch and see Spock, this is gonna be good” Bones said with a smirk. After a couple of minutes that seemed like an eternity, the door to the turbolift opened and out of it stepped Jim Kirk, in a short sleeved, yellow female skirt-uniform with his coffee in his hands

“Keptain on...” Chekov started and then let out a hiccup and others too were staring at the Captain. Some tried to hide their smiles, others pretended they were focused on their screens and not looking at all and Spock of course commented it with the raise of an eyebrow.

“Good morning” Jim said nonchalantly, obviously trying to play it cool and sat down on the chair, trying to adjust the skirt making you giggle. “Is there a problem?” he asked staring daggers at the people who looked at him.

“You look lovely Jim” Bones chocked out before laughing and it broke the spell and almost the whole bridge crew did the same.

“How come?” Sulu asked nodding at his superior’s uniform.

“You can thank Spock being in a relationship for that”

“Captain, I fail to understand how my relationship correlates with your choice of clothing, especially seeing that both your demeanor and tone suggest you are neither comfortable nor pleased with it”

“Spock tell me isn’t there a Starfleet regulation against bets?” oh no he was not getting out of this and you threw a glance at Spock but luckily he was already citing the relevant articles, saying that bets per se weren’t forbidden and only gambling or making bets while on duty or cheating were not allowed as well as hosting big tournaments on a Starfleet facilities even with an official license and the like. “That’s not helping. There’s gotta be something. Like... holding back information and making me raise the stakes”

“I would believe the term is a ‘bluff’ which is permitted during gambling or making bets. It is up to the participating individual to determine the stakes as well as the decision to withdraw should uncertainty arise. Once the wages are made however, I believe it is imperative for humans that they do not withdraw”

“Tell him Spock” Bones cheered, making the Commander glance at him.

“Well, then tell me Spock isn’t it highly illogical to make a bet about a we wearing another uniform if (Y/N) kisses someone?”

“Yes Captain, I do agree. However, as I have noticed previously humans tend to take a multitude of illogical actions. In this particular case, while I do not know all the facts, I believe that it would be met with societal disapproval should you retreat. Especially seeing that you are the Captain of this ship and therefore vowed to uphold proper conduct and be a role model”

“Spock, I think that’s the first time I wholeheartedly agree with you. Couldn’t have said it better”

“Fuck it Spock. I don’t think this uniform is proper conduct or being a role model. Do tell, is there any regulation that forbids to wear a wrong uniform?”

“The Starfleet Uniform Code clearly states that each commissioned officer or cadet must wear a proper and official uniform displaying the correct colors and rank of their current position. A certain degree of personalization may be permitted under a superior officer, such as wearing cultural or personal jewelry but must be met with approval in some cases. Since there is no article that restricts certain uniform types to a specific gender or even species and you yourself have authorized such personalizations, I can assure you that your choice of uniform does not deviate from any regulation”

“In plain speech Jim, no way of arguing your way out of there” Bones ‘translated’.

“Oh, just you wait” the Captain growled “I’m so gonna get back at you for this. And at (Y/N) and Spock too. You better watch your backs” Spock threw you a glance, obviously not sure what Jim meant and you only gave a shrug, deciding this was your time to take your leave from the bridge.

#spock #spock x reader #spock x you #spock imagine

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redheadjustin · 8 months

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Damian finding a kid and just becomes said kids brother like he will stop patrolling and tuck in the kid and will sometimes read a story or show him a trick. One day he’s just like this kid needs family and just takes him home

Daiman Wyane was not necessarily known for his people skills. Not to say he couldn’t be nice, but this man is the son of Talia Al Guhl and Batman. People skill issues just ran in his blood. Though he tried his best to be kind though he doesn’t want to let people get too close. He didn’t want to corrupt anyone. He knows he is not the best person around. If you wanted that you could look to the other members of the batfamily.

In a lot of ways you were the same as damian. Your dad was one of Two-Face’s top henchmen. While your mom was a stripper at one of the more upscale clubs in Gotham. You didn’t play well with others. Though you do have friends. You were only 7 but you had anger issues and found it hard to trust others. And unfortunately your parents didn’t help any. Your dad enlisted you for many of the lower tasks that were asked of him from Two-Face.

That’s how Robin met you. The 12 year old vigilante did not have much tolerance for criminals of any age. But Batman had seen situations like yours a thousand times over. So while Batman went to handle your father he sent Robin to help you.

The first meeting between you two was tense to say the least. He’d found you carrying an envelope full of protection money that was meant to go to your father. Then to Two-Face. Robin drooped down in front of you which gave you a near heart attack. You’d heard of the bats. Your dad had warned you extensively about what would happen if the bats were ever to capture or get you alone. You were on your own. And no one could help. You felt fear and anxiety fill you. Robin approached you quietly. He knew the reasons why you were doing this. But, just seeing a kid who should be at home watching cartoons or something instead of running around Gotham doing your father’s dirty work.

“I won��t harm you.” Damian’s voice came out softly. He wasn't Batman's partner right now. He was concerned about you. You could only nod. You had no clue why Robin would be kind to you. You didn’t know that he could relate to a parent using their child for their own selfish reasons. “What's in the envelope?” Damian had a pretty good ideal of what was in it. But he wanted to be sure. Depending on the answer his opinion of your dad would go up slightly or ensure a stabbing with his katana. “P-protection M-money” You replied, trying not to stutter. Behind his mask Damian’s eyes softened. He had failed to consider that you might have been told about the bat family as though they were the boogie man. The thought broke Damian's heart.

By the end of the night your dad was taken to Blackgate while Robin helped you home. Your mom wasn’t home yet. Still working at a club. Damian felt a brotherly bond forming. He wondered if this is how Grayson felt when he met Damian. He helped you into your pajamas and read you a story. And over the weeks it became routine. Damian stopped by a little over 2 hours into patrol to make sure you had dinner and your homework done then get you into pajamas and to bed.

This went on for six months until one day Bruce walked into the study that housed the entrance to the batcave and saw Damian sitting in the armchair while you were coloring on the floor. Damian simply looked up from his book. “We’re keeping him.” Bruce sighed, nodded, then called the adoption attorney. And that was that.

#x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #male!reader #x male! reader #headcanons #damian wayne x male!reader #dc x male reader #bat family x male reader #male child reader #x male child reader

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fanofstuff02 · 24 days

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HERE I AM! Here I am with a little writing of mine!

Before we get started, this AU belongs to @woah-why-i-am-here and they have pretty cool drawings about it. GO CHECK IT OUT!

Considering the show itself is 16+, this is aswell, know it then read this, also it has Valentino.

DEAR TUMBLR! PLEASE DONT TAKE THIS DOWN!

A little summary: Adam fell to hell, needed money, and Valentino was the only one hired him. He owned his soul, and it was too late when Adam realized what he agreed to work on. He is one of Valentino’s top whores now. And of course, Adam and Angel met, in fact, more than ‘met’. Their films sure sell a lot. They slowly become friends and Angel convinces Adam to come to the hotel. This is after these happened. Also not shipping Angel x Adam.

ENJOY! (Also since you love holydust @rius-cave , tagging you!)

“And cut!” Valentino said proudly, ending the scene. “One hour break and we’re here till 8!”

Adam panted as he tried to collect his mind. He slowly backed away from the fish demon gal, wore his robes back and got up to go to his dressing room. This was the third demon he was on top of that day, and sure enough she was not gonna be the last. Today was gonna suck. Val was planning to work on eight fucking movies, not to mention six of them were gay and two of them were with Angel. He was glad the one-hour break came.

“Addie~” He heard someone behind him and felt that certain ‘someone’ gripping his shoulders.

Valentino. Awesome. Just who he needed.

He attempted to not show the fear and hatred he felt to his face and mask. Too bad the fucking thing was programmed to show every emotion on his face, and sometimes they didn’t even needed to be on his face, him feeling them was enough. Angel had a -probably true- theory about it, he thought that it was ‘connected’ to his brain when he wore it. Adam was already regretting that he put the “I will only work with a mask” in his contract. He didn’t like the idea of showing his face on films, but this was much worse. He couldn’t fucking took it off till his shift ended!

“Yes, Val?” He asked, trying to avoid the movements he was doing to his chest. Yes, prick? he corrected himself in his brain.

“You were so, so good in the last one, babe” he chuckled.

“Thank you, Valentino.”

“Go ahead. Rest, baby.” He thought he was gonna leave him, but instead, he leaned in and kissed his cheek, completely disgusting the sinner. He didn’t flinch or resist though, he knew what’d happen if he did. “Oh, I can’t wait to see you and Angie on stage together.” he let out another one of his creepy chuckles and finally let the first man go. Adam almost runned to his dressing room, closed the door behind him and threw himself on the couch.

“Fuuck.” He groaned and tried to grab his wine bottle without getting up.

“Adam?” A familiar voice came from outside.

“Door isn’t locked!” He yelled.

“Hey, dickmaster.” A pink spider demon came inside and sat down beside him, tilted his head back and watched as the demon managed to grab the bottle and drank it without standing up, like his life depended on it.

“Y’know you can choke yourself doin’ that, right?”

“Meh, who the fuck cares.” He get up dazedly and looked inside the bottle with one of his eyes.

“I don’t recommend dying on work hours, Val punishes the ones who do.”

“Unholy shit, that actually happened?!” Adam asked, his pupil-les eyes went wide.

“I saw three accidents.” Angel shrugged. “Any left for me?”

“Sorry, I guess that bitch camera guy sneaked up here again and stole my stash.”

“It’s fine. Wanna eat your food? We’re gonna need energy.” Angel asked and took out two containers out of his bag. “I made lasagna yesterday.”

“Oh, you bet I do then.” He smirked and took his own. Angel knew the best ways to make it.

They chatted together until their break ended.

“Adam! Get your ass here or there will be consequences!” A little window appeared in Adam’s mask, almost like a pop-up ad. It was their costume designer. “And bring Angel with you!”

“Fine, fine! Ugh.” He groaned, swiped the page to make it dissapear and get up. “Who’s idea was putting this shit on this again?” He mumbled to himself. “Let’s go cocksucker, we have another job to do.”

HOW IS IT!?

By the way, Adam’s mask in this is practically based on his original mask, a Voxtech product just for Adam. Like Vox’s screen, it’s like a screen-face.

I’ll continue this

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin adam #holydust #I worked so hard on this #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin valentino

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