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vividwritinglove · 1 year

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T'es fait pour moi - Pierre Gasly

Long Time, No See - I feel incredibly sorry for not posting frequently at the moment, but the new job is occupying me completely and I just love it, so I am fully dedicated to it 🫠 But this was in my head for days now and I had to write it down! So I hope you like it and feedback is always welcome ♥️

warnings: language, smut (minors dni)

word count: 4.4k

Once again an after party of a Grand Prix where you find yourself in the same booth as Pierre Gasly. By now it has become a habit. Not that you mind, usually you have a nice evening with dancing, drinking and finally sharing the bed with each other later. You are good at not being seen with each other. You never leave the clubs together, but are in constant contact via your cell phones.

One look is usually enough to know what the other wants. You think back to your first encounter. The first after party of the year and Pierre could already celebrate a small success with the new team by scoring some points. Your first Grand Prix was just over, before that you worked as an event planner for a bigger international company as you got the offer from the Formula One Group. A great opportunity on your résumé that you were only too happy to take. However, you didn't know the sexual chaos you would plunge into almost every race weekend.

The Event and Marketing Team celebrated your debut and the success of the first Grand Prix at the official After Party. And there you'll met him, up close and personal for the first time. You knew his vita through some research, it is your job to know the most important details about all drivers.

But that night you would get to know him differently, intimately. And it wasn't even your intention. You had lively conversations with every driver present at the party. They were all nice and courteous. It was fun. A great evening. You felt comfortable and radiated so much confidence, which made you look even more sexier and irresistible. A few hours earlier, you had sworn to yourself: don't fuck the company!

Only you didn't know how quickly you would throw your principles overboard for one man. He flirted with you shamelessly and the attention he gave you that night was all you ever wished for. Despite all the sexual tension, which you recognized especially in his lustful look, you kept a friendly distance towards him. You don't wanted the talk from others, he didn’t wanted it either.

Through the night you lost sight of each other. Your new work colleagues dragged you to the dance floor, to the bar and with each shot Pierre was more and more forgotten. After a few more hours you found yourself in a random hotel suite and had more drinks with the girls from your team. As you felt the alcohol, it was time for you to go to your own hotel room.

And that was the point where you two met again. You stood in front of the elevator waiting. With a DING, the large doors of the mirrored cage opened and there he stood. Leaning casually against the railing, his white shirt partially unbuttoned so that his chest hair and golden cross necklace flashed out. He looked up from the floor and his lips immediately formed into a mischievous grin at your sight. You hesitated for a second, but then got on the elevator anyways. Pierre stood up straight and gloats. You pressed the button to your floor and turned away from him. However, you watched each other through the many mirrors. The tension in this small room was hardly bearable. Especially as you watched his eyes linger on your butt. Only now did you realized how short your dress actually was. You crossed your legs and sighed loudly. He's handsome and his aura is incredibly attractive as well to you, but he's also kind of your colleague and that's a no-go. You threw all doubts overboard as he licked his lips and your eyes met in the mirror. Your eye contact was interrupted by the opening of the doors.

You left the elevator and gave him another quick glance over your shoulder. Pierre didn’t know how to interpret it at first. Was it a silent farewell or an invitation?

He stood between the doors and looked after you. He waited for another sign, a confirmation from you. You continued to feel his eyes on you. As you stopped at the door to your hotel room, you looked back at him. You nodded towards him, before you opened the door with the key card and entered the room.

Behind you, you heard his footsteps in a fast pace and a few moments later you felt his hands on your hips. He slammed the door shut with his foot and turned you to face him. His lips crashed onto yours and greedily his tongue asked for permission to enter your mouth. He caught you a little off guard but he sure as hell knew how to kiss.

Moments later you're both butt naked and he fucked you like you've never been fucked before.

You think back fondly to the first times with him. It was exciting to explore his preferences and needs. This man is pure kinky. By now both of you are a well-rehearsed team. Most of the time you meet in his or your hotel room. However, it has become more common that he fucks you in your office, right on your desk or even in his driver's room when both of you can't hold it in anymore. The adrenaline rush of getting caught gives you an extra boost. Pierre has everything you dreamed of sexually. An amazing body, great stamina, the necessary dirty mind and the perfect cock.

For you, it's all about the sex. You don't want dates or even love. Especially not with a Formula 1 driver. All the media hype about him was too much for you. But the sex was incomparably good, so that you gave in every time, even if you had decided not to do it anymore.

Pierre is seeing other women on the side. However, apparently nobody could fulfill his sexual fantasies like you. At the end of the day he always ended up between your legs. You had no problem with that - you never intended to be emotionally involved with him at the first place.

Until this evening. He brings this young beautiful woman to the club. She has also been his guest for the entire race weekend. The communication via texts between the two of you has been on hold for days if not weeks. Actually since the summer break. You see them close together and think, that this will probably be the kickoff for his new relationship. The last thing you want is to cause a scandal, so you back off and accept that your fun time with him is over. The little agreement of beautiful sex with no hard feelings is off the table. You're anything but a homewrecker.

Your eyes meet. You smile slightly at him. You are happy for him. In the end, consistency and love is something that a young man like him really needs in this crazy F1 world. Someone who supports him unconditionally and is there for him whenever he needs it. Could you ever have been that kind of woman for him?

Probably not. You love your single life and the diversity and freedom it brings along. Besides, your job takes up all of your time, and a relationship would be too distracting.

Pierre returns your smile, but quickly turns his attention back to his young companion. Does she know about you? Hopefully not. It's better that way!

You drink as usual with some girls from your team and finally find yourself on the dance floor. You're on the hunt tonight and the men are lining up. You know how to play with your charms and quickly track down your prey and are now with him at the bar.

You try to talk to each other, as far as possible in your drunk states. He is really handsome - tall, muscular and of southern descent. Just the way you like it best. You hope that later he will keep what he promises you now. Only a few shots are missing before you feel the tongue of that stranger in your mouth. He kisses well, but not comparable to Pierre. You feel his hands on your ass, they are big. They remind you of Pierre's hands.

You quickly realize that you will leave the club together. You are already waiting outside for a cab as he says goodbye to his friends and picks up his jacket from the wardrobe. As you stand outside the club, you look at your cell phone.

Besides the many texts, there are also some missed calls from him. The last one was 2 minutes ago. You sigh in frustration and pinch the bridge of your nose with your thumb and index finger. You don't understand the problem? You had always clearly communicated that it was okay if you saw others on the side and had sex with them. The main thing is to use protection. You have never made out with others in front of him before, just a form of respect towards him, but he was out with his new girlfriend today. Why is he making such a big deal out of it now?

Suddenly you feel a big hand closing around your wrist and grab it. A cab pulls up in front of you and the next moment the car door is ripped open. It all happens so fast and a few seconds later you are sitting in the back seat. You look out the window and see how your sex date just leaves the club and looks around for you. Next to you the car door slams again and you hear his voice.

"To the Hilton, please."

Dismayed and a bit shocked by the quick action, you look over at him.

His gaze rests on you in a rage. His jaw muscles are tense and his chest rises and falls violently. No question, he was completely out of his mind.

"Were you trying to make me jealous?" he finally asks, and your gaze shoots forward to the cab driver and back to him.

"I don't give a shit if he hears it. Answer me!"

"No, I wasn't trying to make you jealous..."

"Instead?!" he interrupts you.

"Will you let me finish?" you look at him sourly now. There's nothing you hate more than someone interrupting you. He rolls his eyes and looks at you expectantly. In his gaze still anger.

You shake your head in disbelief, "What's your fucking problem? We've never been in a relationship and where's your girlfriend anyway?"

"She is not my girlfriend! She went to the hotel half an hour ago." he replies dryly and you laugh provocatively.

"Are you serious? You're sending her away to get on my nerves?!"

You are more than pissed. You would like to shake him or jump out of the moving cab.

"I'm annoying? Alright! I get it. This has always been very one-sided thing between us."

"Pierre, we were fuck buddies! What do you expect? We both took what we needed from each other. Not more, not less. Remember, no hard feelings! You said that yourself!”.

He clenches his fists and looks out the window. He can't look at you. You sigh again, "I don't want to argue with you.. On the contrary, I want you to be happy! And she, what ever she is to you, seems very nice and she's really pretty..."

"Stop!" he yells at you and startled you press yourself into the back seat. The cab driver looks at you through the rearview mirror. You wave him right off and convey that everything is fine.

"You took what you needed..." he mutters, lowering his gaze, "For me, our arrangement hasn't fit for a longer time."

"Then why didn't you say something? We could have found another solution..."

"I didn’t want to lose you! I always knew you didn't want more than sex from me." he says softly, finally able to look at you again, "Before I couldn't have you at all, I was fine with everything else."

"Why didn’t you replied to my texts then?"

He had no answer for that. The new girl is sweet and loving and in no way deserved whatever is happening right now in this taxi. But she's not you. He's sure he'll never find anyone like you. Even though you've always tried to keep everything superficial between each other, there have been deeper conversations, that made him think off you being his girlfriend. Pierre never wanted to admit it to himself, but he's in love with you. Actually since the first time he met you.

“We had no contact over the summer break. And then I saw you with her all weekend and I knew our deal was done..."

"I didn't get in touch with you because I couldn't. I just couldn't answer you anymore. When I saw you in Belgium with that guy. That was too much and I had to withdraw myself from you."

You feel bad. Normally you were always very discreet when it came to your love affairs, but in Belgium, you were absolutely drunk. Are you really so blind and selfish that you completely overlook the fact that Pierre wanted more than friends with benefits from you.

"I can't give you what you want..." you mumble.

"You are everything I want and need!"

The taxi stops at the back entrance of the hotel, Pierre quickly pays the driver and you both step out of the car.

"Pierre, that's not right! I don't want to hurt anyone." when you say this, you realize that your situationship has already done a lot of damage to both of you.

Even if you couldn't imagine having any romantic feelings for him, you still compare everyone you meet to Pierre. Unconsciously, but still more than you actually wanted.

"I fucked up! I should’ve never gotten with her so quickly. But she distracted me and did me good, at least for the moment.."

"You don't need to justify yourself. You don't owe me any explanation!" you calm him down and put your hands on his shoulders. Pierre's hands are on your hips and his closeness feels so good and familiar. He pulls you closer and your bodies finally touch. It's not easy to admit, but you missed him. His scent, his touch, his lips on yours. And you feel them in the next moment. You sigh in relief into the kiss.

You want him. You want him so much. There is no doubt anymore. Your desire for him was so big and the alcohol did the rest. Closely entwined, you both stagger into the hotel through the back entrance, using one of the staff elevators to get to your room. You don't let go of him. You can't let him go. You'll worry about everything else tomorrow, but right now all you need is him.

Pierre feels relieved. He's glad he took heart in telling you the truth. Finally it was out. He couldn't let you not be a part of his life anymore. As you continue to stand tightly embraced in the elevator, he looks down at you. His lips rest on your forehead and with pleasure he inhales the scent of your hair. He is tender with you. As tender as never before.

Actually, it was always just about satisfying your lust one after the other. At times you were unrestrained and reckless. But this intimacy was different. It was new and felt good and most of all right. You look up at him and automatically begin to smile. A comforting warm feeling spreads through you as you look deep into his blue eyes. You can't deny it, you like being so close to him and exchanging these caresses.

A few minutes later you are in your hotel room. Unlike ever before, you take your time undressing. Pierre puts your hair over one shoulder and kisses your neck as he slowly unzips your dress. One of your hands moves back and strokes his crotch through the fabric of his pants. He is already so incredibly hard and you bite your lower lip excitedly. In you rises the anticipation of what will happen in a few moments.

Pierre slips the thin straps of your dress over your shoulders, the fabric sliding down the curves of your body and finally landing around your ankles. You turn around to him and stand in front of him only in a thong and your high heels. His eyes scan your body greedily, almost as if he had never seen you naked before. Immediately he notices your tan lines. He would have loved to spend the summer break with you and is a little angry at himself for not being honest with you sooner. You two would have had the best summer of your lives. His hands are now gently roaming over your hips and pull you closer to him, while you unbutton his shirt. Once he's shirtless, you let your hands roam over his pecs and abs. You love his body and what he can do with it. Your fingers wander through his chest hair and follow down his happy trail to the waistband of his pants, to unbutton them as well. Meanwhile the two of you keep eye contact constantly. Until now, undressing with Pierre has never seemed so intense. You both absorb every second of this togetherness.

As you went to tamper with his boxers, his hands wrap around your wrists and stop you from doing so. Carefully he leads you backwards to the bed and when you feel the edge of the bed in the back of your knees, you let yourself fall onto the mattress. Pierre stands over you, looking so forbiddenly handsome and intimidating at the same time. You lean back and loll on the bed in front of him. He licks his lips lustfully at the sight of you and climbs onto the bed with you. With a simple hand movement he spreads your legs, kneels between them and bends over you. You stretch out towards him and can hardly wait for him to finally kiss you again. A few seconds later your wish is fulfilled and you feel his full lips on yours.

The sensual and gentle kiss quickly develops into a hot make-out session. His tongue dominates yours and you let him. You interrupt the kiss to catch your breath and Pierre uses the break to wander down your body with his lips. He takes his time to appreciate every inch of your body and your skin with his caresses. Over and over you moan lustfully. With every kiss, with every touch you become wetter and you have to squirm under him.

Finally Pierre has arrived at the cuff of your thong and with a quick move he slides it off your hips. He loves to tease you and stalls for a bit before bringing you to a climax with his talented tongue. He watches how impatient you get and keeps breathing his hot breath on your now almost dripping core.

Your hands grab into his hair and try to get him to eat you out. He has to smile that you are so impatient and horny for him. So he finally gives in and you feel his tongue running up your wet folds. Aroused, you moan loudly and the grip in his hair tightens. Pierre's goal is to give you multiple orgasms tonight. He is crazy to hear you moan and how beautiful and pure you look while doing so. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your first climax, as soon as he sucks on your clit, you’re done. He doesn't let you live it out completely and inserts two of his fingers directly into you. Again and again he hits your G-spot and your hands have meanwhile clawed into the sheets. You prop up on your forearms and watch him as he greedily eats you out like a starving man. Beside his fingers pumping into you relentlessly, his tongue swirls over your clit and you throw your head back in pleasure. Under your moans you hiss out several swear words, that made Pierre grin at your pussy. He loves having that effect on you.

After you have cum for the second time, Pierre straightens up and examines his work before him. Completely out of breath, you lie in front of him, your chest rises and falls violently, your legs twitch from time to time from the high that you have just lived through. On your lips a blissful smile. This man is so talented. Pierre runs a hand over his mouth and wipes your juice from his lips. He answers you with a smile and his hand runs over his hard cock, which is still in his boxers. You understand without a word and get on all fours. You kiss his belly while massaging his cock through the fabric. Pierre let his head fall back and lets out a deep groan. He makes the best and most arousing sounds during sex. There was something animalistic about it that only spurs you on even more.

You pull down his boxers and let his cock spring free. He has the perfect cock, you are fascinated by it every time. The perfect size, the perfect girth and those present veins. You first lick your lips and then took a long lick from his balls to the tip. Pierre puts his hands on his hips and moans with pleasure. Your tongue circles his tip a few times before you take him in your mouth and suck him off at a slow pace. Pierre's hands immediately move into your hair and hold it out of your face in a ponytail. You look up at him through your lashes and take him further and further into your mouth until you get to the base of his cock. "Putain." he moans simultaneously aroused and amazed. He knew you could give good blowjobs, but never before you took him all the way in your mouth. Pierre moves his hips and his grip around your ponytail tightened. Until now he had never thought of facefucking you. Just the thought of it almost makes him come. Pierre set the pace and you let him use your mouth. He puts one foot on the mattress for stability and one hand goes to your throat. He feels how deep he actually is inside you and it almost drives him mad. You have tears running down your cheeks and gradually the choking sounds set in. He is about to come, but then pulls you back by your hair, away from him. He doesn't want to come in your mouth yet - he wants to come inside you.

When he looks at you like this, he realizes that he has taken out his anger a little on you. He couldn't get the image out of his head that you had kissed another man just an hour ago. You belong to him and no one else should ever touch you again, let alone kiss you. You can catch your breath a little and notice how some saliva is running down the corners of your mouth.

You wipe it away with the back of your hand and look at Pierre with a smile on your lips. Nothing gave you greater reassurance than to have him look at you with such satisfaction and enthusiasm of your skills. He pulls you up to him and kisses your swollen lips greedily. The next moment he turns you and rubs his crotch against your ass. Doggy is not only his favorite position. This is how you feel him most intensely and it's an orgasm guarantee.

Usually you use a condom, because according to the old deal both of you were also sleeping with others. However, your desire for each other is so big, that Pierre enters you without thinking too much about using contraception. Your mouth falls open at the feeling of him fucking you raw for the first time. Pierre is also overwhelmed, it was a completely new and different feeling. A much better one.

You put your hands on his thighs and Pierre's big hands clasp around your middle. Your head falls back on his shoulder. He watches you as you enjoy his thrusts with your eyes closed and softly moaning over and over again. One of his hands moves up to your breasts. He massages them and plays with your nipples, also pulls on them from time to time, so that you are moaning in pain. His hand wanders further, over your throat, up to your chin. He turns your head towards him so that he can kiss you again. His thrusts remain at the same pace and you surrender to his rhythm completely. You moan into his kisses.

Your next orgasm was not far away. Pierre feels this as well, since you seem to be getting tighter and tighter around him. He wants to up the ante and give you the ultimate orgasm. The hand which was previously on your waist, now wanders over your stomach to your pussy. His fingers quickly find your clit and skilfully play with it. You moan more and more uncontrollably and Pierre grins. He wants you like this.

You stroke his cheek with one hand and look at him. You've never had such intense eye contact before. Unbelievable how many first times you had in just one session. It's almost like you've really gotten to know yourselves and your bodies better. A comfortably warm feeling spreads in your abdomen. Pierre picks up the pace and that makes you squeeze his cock inside you even more. Both of your loud moans spread throughout the room. You show no consideration for other hotel guests. Everyone should hear how well Pierre Gasly fucks you.

A few moments later, Pierre cums hard and heavy inside you. You feel him filling you up and that finished you off. Your eyes roll into your head and your toes curl. Pierre holds you tight throughout your high. You lean against him, exhausted.

"No more games. Just you and me!" he whispers out of breath in your ear. You nod in agreement and pull away from him to lie down on the bed. Before Pierre lies down next to you, he spreads your legs once more. You look at him in surprise. One more round and you're sure you'd get sore.

Pierre sees his seed dripping out of you and a devilish grin spreads across his lips, "You belong to me."

You shake your head in disbelief and throw a pillow at him, "You're unbelievable!".

#pierre gasly #pg10 #pierre gasly x reader #f1 things #f1 smut #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly one shot #pierre gasly imagine

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zcorners120 · 2 years

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first of, you writing is amazing. your posts are written on a really engaging way, i just never want them to end. don’t know if you’re into writing for marcus armstrong or oscar but maybe something with one of them? being one of the f1 driver’s sister and seeing one of them on the f2 paddock? or friends with other f2 driver?

thank you so much, that means alot to me and im very flattered <3 i personally havent written for either but i will write this one for oscar, im not completely sure about his personality and mannerisms but ill give it my best go!

oscar piastri x leclerc!reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; visiting charles for his race you accidentally stumble across the f2 paddock and meet the eyes of someone very interesting..

warnings; none

The hustle and bustle of the different mechanics, reporters and drivers in the paddock made you miss seeing Charles race. You clung onto your lanyard holding the paddock pass, trying to find your way to the F1 garage area.

As you walk around, clueless, you stumbled into a quieter area, still busy but not comparable to the chaos in the previous area. You saw that there were similar racing cars around, but not the same teams as F1.

"Prema, Trident, Hitech?" You whisper to yourself, confused.

As you let your eyes gaze around, trying to find someone familiar, you didn't realise a pair of big brown doe eyes, analysing you in adoration. As you stood there with your hair perfectly styled, nervously playing with your lanyard you saw a fan calling you over.

"Y/N, over here!" She called out, frantically waving and smiling as you approached her.

"Hiya, what's up?" You smiled, posing to take a quick picture.

"You look absolutely amazing, can I have an OOTD for tiktok?" She grinned, filming you and a certain person with his brown eyes staring at you from behind.

"My blazer is from ASOS, just a simple black one. My jeans are studded with rhinestones from ZARA, and my shoes are Prada." You explained calmly, pointing to each individual piece. {yes i know, slightly copied Isa's look from the Dutch GP ;)}

"Thank you so much, have a great time cheering Charles!" She hurried away, her eyes beaming.

"Wait, how do I get to the F-" You tried to ask, but she was out of earshot already.

"Bit lost there Leclerc?" An Australian voice speaks out from behind you, as you turn around to be met with the most gorgeous boy you've ever seen.

"Holy sh-. Uhm, sorry yeah I am." You nearly swore at the sight of him, but quickly regaining your consciousness.

"Oscar Piastri, can I ask how you've ended up in F2 and not F1, with your brother?" He introduces himself, his delicious accent making a grand appearance.

"He split off to talk to someone and I may have wondered off." You smiled at him, as he began walking and nodded his head for you to follow.

"As much as I'm sure you'd love to see me race, I can imagine your wanting to find Charles right?" He jokingly shows off his ego, as he wades through the bigger crowds to the Ferrari garage.

"Yep. I wouldn't mind seeing your skills though, I'm sure they're very impressive." You wink at him, breaking out into laughter afterwards.

"How about I show you my gentlemen skills by asking you out on a date for Saturday?" He turns to you, as you lean against a wall next to the Ferrari garage.

"Of course, I'm looking forward to it." You replied, as he came closer to you.

"Ay Piastri! What're you doing with my baby sister?" You hear Charles' yell out, coming towards the pair of you.

"I'd start running now." You laugh, watching as he jogs away through the crowds, smirking at Charles.

"I saw you laughing, you can't laugh with other boys." Charles deadpans to you, his protective side coming through.

Growing up with three older brothers meant that they were all very overprotective with you and boys, and made it abundantly clear which lead to situations like this one.

"I'm going on a date!" You sing-sang to him, watching as he tutted and shook his head.

"I'm going to need Arthur's help on this one." He whispered to himself, walking after you.

#oscar piastri #formula 1 #fanfic #charles leclerc #f1 fandom #prema #prema racing team #ferrari prema #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #f3 one shot #f2 x reader #f2 imagine #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fluff #marcus armstrong

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marengogo · 3 months

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It is a very very very basic and simple thing, you're a worldwide celebrity, you got the INFLUENCE, you saw someone with with your name (shipper name to be exact but okay..)and want to post a video, you click on that account to check if the said acct is someone who's problematic for example a Zionist, god forbid a r*pist or anything else and then you post it on your story. As simple as that. In taehyung's case he wouldn't even have to scroll down through the page to see it's problematic cause the initial posts are enough. The work would have been done in 3sec max.

He was irresponsible and holding him accountable for that is not accusing him of doing some crime. They're human and can make mistakes and if we accept that they're capable of making mistakes idt it's making anyone bad. There's no need of big explanation for this.

He said the "n" word on his live but he didn't do anything wrong, he wore a durag on his live but yeah he didn't know about it, he was irresponsible for making a mistake which gave antis bigger platform to hate on his member but yes he's he's got no time for it. y'alls ability to keep defending every single thing the boys do is something else. The only thing people said is he should have been more careful but nahhh we're hating him just for saying this, we're making big deal out of nothing, we're his antis for saying that damn. I would have said the exact same words as "He should have been more careful with these things" if my bias was in place of taehyung.

QUICK NOTICE: I am still VERY MUCH in my not announced Not-Really-Answering-Asks era, (Colosseum is closed and all that stuff you know…) THAT BEING SAID, some of the asks I have been receiving [due to yesterday’s “ARMY debacle”] happen to serve themselves as perfect scenarios for me to point out some aspects of me that I really would want to make VERY CLEAR & UNDERSTOOD.

Hi Anon,

So, you believe all of this to be a very very very basic and simple thing, right?If that is the case why are you here? I obviously don’t think the same way you do, but I’m not even asking you to. Own up to what you believe and roll it, why justifying yourself? you are not on trial. The only thing people said is he should have been more careful but nahhh we're hating him just for saying this, we're making big deal out of nothing, we're his antis for saying that damn. Do you feel like you are making a big deal? Are you an anti? If the answer to both questions is no, then why you stressing bro?

You see, I haven’t formed the habit of just considering everything in a very very very basic and simple way I clearly was absent that day particularly when I see underlying problems. So then, if I see a problem, I try to get to the root of it and see what can be done. Reason why when Tae said the n-word, I addressed the issue accordingly:

By the way, I also emailed BigHit about it

And let me tell you right away, I ain’t finna weight a singer mouthing the n-word while singing, in the same way I would weight a singer that came to me, called me the n-word and told me to die. Sorry, I’m not wired like that and let me make this abundantly clear for future Anons:

I will ALWAYS consider motive, circumstance, chance and any other factor surrounding an incident/accident upon casting ANY KIND of judgement, be it the most complicated case in history or the “simplest” hiccup ever. ALWAYS, because I strive to always treat people the same way I would want to be treated. I refuse to live in a white and black world, that's the whole point of this blog. BUT I also match energy, so be warned 😗✌🏾.

So actually you can really miss me with the whole He was irresponsible and holding him accountable for that is not accusing him of doing some crime like it would be so great if people knew how to take a step back and properly assess situations. If you went to a court of law wanting to sue Tae for “reposting a picture of himself from a random IG post” how do you think that will hold up in court?

I mean, besides the fact that just scrolling down someone’s page will not always tell you exactly who they are at a first glance, I mean I know I don’t have 60 million followers but when I get some gifs or pics from the internet, to use on whatsapp, I never check the source, I probably should uh? Seems like everyone does … sorry I’m late to the party! how is Tae reposting a story which, once again, has a picture of himself, the same as endorsing what the person is doing on their page?

Did Tae ask people to follow said account?

Did Tae compliment the account holder, or its content?

Did Tae ask said account to be a shipper account?

The fact that ARMY felt obliged to follow said account is on ARMY and ARMY SOLELY.

Like, I dunno, if you go to a page and you see that its content is questionable, are you not gonna flag it? But that's just me.

It is not Taehyung's responsibility to make sure that people have and use common sense. The fact that the Tannies are now having to be responsible for rectifying some ARMY’s failed education which should have been provided to them by at least parents/guardians and/or teachers is very mind boggling to me. Because, on this occasion, what exactly are you holding Tae accountable for? Sure, he has influence but he is not Charles Manson FFS. The whole “he could have liked a Zionist page, r***ist, etc” was a complete after-thought brought about as a way to talk back to the fact that the actual issue that caused this whole debacle is SHIPPING, but we ain’t ready to tackle that just yet. Cause where was this energy when JK actually started following all those random ass accounts on TikTok? Naah, you really can miss me with that.

Actually, I have a wish for this fandom. My wish is for this fandom to be able to have balanced responses to issues, without creating issues upon issues upon issues … One day this fandom will learn to also use words in an unnecessarily provocative way, which hey, I’m cool, I can be your punching bag all day, I don’t assimilate so whatever, but that bird app … boooiii, people get triggered AF! … for example where you wrote y'alls ability to keep defending every single thing the boys do is something else why you grouping me there bro? Something like “some of y'alls ability to keep defending every single thing the boys do is something” little things like that help fostering amicable conversations, because you are not an anti so no need to retaliate if you don’t relate. Right?

Anyways, all that to say that I disagree, but we ain’t gotta agree so, all cool. If you feel that what you doing is right, then you keep doing you, ayte? Thanks for stopping by!

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo.

PS - sorry for the lack of gifs, I’m feeling a bit under the weather and it takes me forever to make my own gifs and I am trying to keep a rectangular gif aesthetic, most of all gifs in the internet are a bit squary I don’t think that is a word but whateve’s.

#Finding balance #We don gotta agree y'all

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blueberryrock · 2 years

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How long I've waited.

Summary: After a bloody long night, Y/N finally has the pleasure of meeting Jake. This fic is based on this prompt by @budcooper! Go show them some love!

Warnings: blood, like a shit ton of blood and me describing it poorly 😅

A/N well this didn't turn out as expected! I'm not entirely angry about that, but I just hope y'all like it and my characterization of Jake! Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy cuz my next fic i'll post isn't moon knight related, buuuut I do plan on opening my requests soon for my 700 follower celebration! So if you like my writing style be sure to look out for that!

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A stifled yawn breaks the stillness of the small apartment. What time is it, Y/N slowly blinks, shutting the book they had been boredly studying closed, Y/N turns their head to search for their phone on Steven's cluttered desk. Blinded by their phone's bright light, Y/N blankly stares at bold numbers reading 3:39 AM.

With a tired groan, Y/N noisily drops their phone back onto their desk before scrubbing their face with their palms. "What's taking you so long Marc?" They whine, their fingers spreading slightly so they can eye down the heavily locked door.

Date the fist of vengeance nobody said, it'd be fun nobody added.

Throwing themselves back into their chair, Y/N crosses their arms above their chest, drumming their fingers against their arm in thought. They had a very demanding job that required them to get up at seven-thirty every day, but they had promised to themselves to always wait for Marc or Steven or anyone else to come back.....much to their dislike of course.

Some nights were easy and had them back at one, other nights sometimes had them coming back the next week. Gently biting their lip, Y/N sighs before sliding out of their chair, quietly slinking around Gus's fish tank to peer out the window.

Nothing but an empty alleyway had met their eyes.

With a slight frown and a much bigger yawn, a shiver runs through them before they decide to just call it a night. Y/N couldn't wait anymore, they have already suffered the consequences of staying up (or trying to at least) and falling asleep at the desk and getting the worst whole body ache ever.

Quietly, Y/N shuffles over to their shared dresser and pulls out fluffy pajama pants, and quickly pulls them on. Turning towards the cold empty bed, tears prick at the corner of their eyes as worry begins to flood their system, with a sigh, they fall onto the bed and curl the blanket around them. As Y/N begins to slowly close their eyes the quiet sound of locks being hastily unlocked makes them perk up and immediately tear off their blankets.

Turning back to quickly fix the blankets as the last lock unlocks with a click, a relieved smile grows on Y/N's face as the door swings open. "I'm so glad you're back!" Y/N says with a large grin. Their smile slowly falls as Ste–no–Marc maybe? Walks further into the apartment without saying a word and silently closes the door behind him. "Where'd you get that hat?" They ask as their feet carry them toward Marc.

Marc silently watches Y/N step towards him, pausing to stand by Gus' tank. "Picked it up," Marc's unusually gruff tone makes Y/N frown slightly. "You should be in bed." He says with a quiet groan, shuffling towards Steven's messy desk to drop bloody keys, causing Y/N's frown to grow even more.

"I–I wanted to wait for you again," they mutter. "Let me, lemme turn a light on real quick." Y/N quickly turns back towards the bed and takes a full step to turn on one of the lamps before a gloved hand grabs their wrist.

"Leave it," the tightness in his voice was clear as was the shakiness of his hand.

Y/N slowly tilts their head, their gaze falling onto his face. A gasp leaves them at the sight of splattered dark liquid sparkling crimson in the low light. "You're...you're not Marc...or Steven, are you?" Y/N's voice doesn't waver as they speak, trying to mask the growing fear inside.

"You are a smart one muñeca," a grin slowly spreads on his face as he drops Y/N's wrist. Quietly he turns toward the apartment's small bathroom, leaving Y/N to stare in shock.

"Wait!" Y/N cries, grabbing onto Marc's favorite leather jacket, only to immediately regret it at the feeling of a cold sticky liquid soaked into the jacket. "Oh god."

"Y/N–" he winces as he sharply turns to face them.

"Oh god oh god oh god," they keep repeating, their eyes glued to their now dark hand, Y/N's free hand now blindly reaching out for the bedside lamp. Once it flickered on, nausea quickly building in Y/N's stomach at the sight of dark red blood. "Oh god," they whimper, making the mistake of glancing up. "Jake, what did you do?"

Large dark stains cover Jake's light blue jeans, his jacket only barely cleaner, but a large hole rimmed with blood caught Y/N's eye. Further up, Jake's black shirt mostly hid any blood stains, but the lamp gave it all away.

"How do you know my name?" Jake frowns, taking a slow step closer towards Y/N.

"I, umm," Y/N gulps, taking a step back with each step that Jake took. "Y-you three talk in your sleep sometimes, Marc does it mostly." Y/N's eyes glance up to meet Jake's dark ones, small bruises and cuts litter his beautiful face along with small droplets of blood that Y/N is certain isn't his.

"B-but how hurt are you?" Y/N quietly asks, their eyes darting back down to the suspicious hole in his jacket before meeting Jake's eyes again. "Cause, umm, cause y'know you got.....a bit...of...a lot of blood on you, a-and some bruises?"

God, why am I so nervous? Y/N tries to calm their pounding heart with slow breaths. H-he's like Marc, right? Tough on the outside but super sweet on the inside? But Marc has never come home drenched in another person's blood...Y/N's heart continues to race and their breath begins to quicken at that thought, the feel of their hand covered in cold and slightly sticky blood becomes more and more apparent to them.

"Y/N?" Jake furrows his brows at the sight of a pale Y/N, he tries to gently reach out for them, but they quietly gasp and trip on their feet. Quickly Jake reaches out to grab Y/N's wrist once more and pulls them close. "Are you alright amor?"

A small squeak escapes Y/N as they squirm against the feeling of the cold blood on his chest, but Jake's gentle tone grabs their attention away. "I...yes," they whisper. "T-Thank you."

Jake drops his grip on Y/N's wrist and raises them to gently rest on their arms. A shiver runs through Y/N, partly from the cold blood now going through their thin shirt and partly from Jake's soft touch. His hands don't stay at their arms for long. Gradually they slide upwards, gracing Y/N's shoulders, then their neck, causing a soft giggle to escape Y/N's lips at the feather-light touch.

Then Jake's warm gloved hands land on Y/N's cheeks. The palm of the black gloves seemed surprisingly clean compared to the rest of his outfit. The faint smell of leather and blood makes an odd feeling build in their belly, but the feeling of Jake's thumb rubbing against their cheek makes them nearly melt.

"You don't know how long I've waited to do this," he whispers, his hot breath making Y/N's heart flutter in a good way. "How much I've wanted to do this." Jake then murmurs, slowly leaning in closer. "How much it's pained me to be so silent."

Y/N can feel blush creeping onto their face from Jake's sweet words and touch. Hesitantly, Y/N brings their hands up to rest on his hips, knowing that Jake wouldn't mind more blood from their hand getting on him.

"But I am so glad to be here with you now," Jake leans in slowly, causing their noses to gently bump together. Tilting their head, Y/N holds onto Jake's shirt and pulls themselves up to press a kiss on Jake's lips. A soft hum escapes Y/N as their hands slide up Jake's side. They knew that Steven absolutely loved it when they dragged their nails down his back as Marc melts when Y/N slowly massages up his back.

But Jake?

This is all new territory that Y/N can't wait to explore. Their kiss lasts a few more heavenly seconds before they break apart. Y/N's heart hasn't stopped pounding, but with the look that Jake gives them makes their heart beat impossibly harder. Immediately Jake pulls Y/N into another more passionate kiss, making a small yelp escape Y/N.

A small sigh leaves Y/N, their hands moving to rest on Jake's shoulders, itching to bury themselves in his hair, but Jake immediately tenses under their fingertips. "Mmph!" Jake gasps, making Y/N immediately pull away from him in confusion. His eyes no longer gleamed with love, now they only shine with confusion.

"Ja–"

"Ough....what happened," the familiar voice makes Y/N freeze in place.

"Steven?"

"Ugh.....yeah?" Steven mumbles, taking a few steps back from Y/N. Rubbing his eyes with his palms, Steven blinks a few times before glancing at Y/N, immediately gasping at the sight of red on their hand. "Did you get hu–oh.....oh."

Steven's eyes widen at the sight of blood covering nearly his entire body. "What did Marc do?" He whimpers, his hand moving to the hole in his jacket. "That healed up well didn't it?"

"I..." Y/N starts, quickly gaining their composure after berating themselves for nearly calling him Jake. "We better get you cleaned up, no?"

"Right..." His hands move away from the jacket's hole to his head, Steven's fingers curling in confusion as he grabs Jake's hat. "Remind me to never let Marc take over mid-battle, eh? He never seems to remember doing it anyways..."

Y/N's lips curve into a soft smile at his words, and slowly they reach out for him with their clean palm. "Let's worry about Marc later, we should get you into the shower. You stink."

"That's a bit rude ain't it?"

"Maybe.....but still doesn't distract from the fact that you stink." Y/N giggles at the face Steven makes at their words before he lets Y/N pull him towards the bathroom.

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bayofwolves · 3 months

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The Return — King (rewritten)

you guys know about path of the heroes. (probably. it's the name of an original fourth spirit animals arc i'm writing.) but what you might not know is that another part of the project is to take the existing three arcs and rewrite them. not entirely, but tweaking and modifying for continuity's sake. there are some Pretty Big canonical divergences in path of the heroes (shane is alive, for one), and since my writing starts after canon has ended, i have some explaining to do. not to mention there being some plot points in canon that i am simply not a fan of.

this may take ages, and the new arc takes priority, but that's okay. since the original course of events stays mostly the same, i can easily just do rewrites of pivotal chapters for now.

such as this one.

i completed this a while back in the summer. i guess i just never posted it, despite being so proud! this is the last chapter of the return, where we get the long-awaited reveal of who the mysterious redcloak is. personally, i wish that the author had given this chapter to abeke instead of rollan. i needed to see what was going on in her head! that was really what motivated me to redo this one.

this sets things up for the next development of abeke and shane's relationship. in the brief timeskip between the return and the burning tide, the two inadvertently end up in the same vicinity, leading to some talks and growth in their relationship. they're healing. abeke hasn't forgiven him yet, but she's noticing more and more how he's changed for the better. i noticed that abeke's attitude towards shane changes between those two books -- she seems to think better of him in the burning tide. something had to have happened. so i took it upon myself to find out what :)

but that's getting ahead of myself. for now, here's the rewritten final chapter of the return!

content warning for themes of suicidal ideation and dissociation.

quick notes:

the title of this chapter has been changed from 'redcloaks' to 'king'.

anda is with abeke, rollan and tasha! he has been given a much bigger role in this arc. he and tellun, who has not been infected for the time being, were left at greenhaven while abeke and rollan journeyed to stetriol. however, zerif's conquest of the castle forced anda to flee. he narrowly escaped and tellun led him to the evertree, where they found lenori. she believed they would be safest with his old friends, as there were no more greencloaks to protect them; thus, the boy and elk started out for nilo and were reunited with abeke, rollan and their new charge, tasha. anda and tellun were therefore present throughout the events of the return and the burning tide.

tasha calls shane cousin. why? they are indeed paternal cousins! king irwyn had another brother and tasha is said brother's only child. thus, with drina deceased, shane mia and gar leaving no children, tasha is effectively lined up for shane's throne. (abeke and rollan can add kidnapping a royal person to their list of accomplishments.) there's a lot more to this but i'll go into it some other time.

this will go through some more edits before being fully published as part of path of the heroes' lore! i have some more cleanup to do.

okay enough preamble. read it under the cut!

Spirit Animals: Fall of the Beasts

Book 3: The Return

Chapter X — King

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The chill wind that rose from the sea seeped into Abeke's bones. She shivered and pulled her cloak more tightly around her shoulders, but made no move to leave her spot at the ship's rail. Her gaze, fixated on the fading shape of Zourtzi in the distance, remained unbroken.

She felt hollow. She had no desire to move, to speak, even to think. She doubted she'd be able to if she tried. It took all that remained of her willpower to draw in shallow breath after shallow breath. All the life had been drained out of her, the very moment Zerif's black spiral had begun to pulse on Uraza's brow. So there she stood, watching the conquered fortress grow smaller.

Perhaps the tears would come later. So far, she didn't have it in her to cry.

The absence of Uraza was like a wound, the ugliest wound she'd ever been dealt, throbbing with every dismal beat of her heart.

She was so lost.

So alone.

Abeke brought shaking hands up to her eyes and pushed until she saw stars. She willed her heart to simply stop. What life was worth living without her spirit animal?

Soft footsteps sounded behind her. Abeke didn't need to swivel around to tell that it was Rollan. She knew his footfalls, his voice, his face, better than she knew her own.

She didn't turn as her friend walked over to her, his steps measured and unsure. It was unlike him to move so carefully around her, Abeke thought. She could feel the pity radiating from him without even seeing his face. It all made Abeke want to jump over the side of the ship.

Rollan made no sound when he reached her side, only wrapped an arm around her shoulder. At the contact, a little warmth bloomed through Abeke's body. It almost brought tears to her eyes.

"How are you doing?" Rollan spoke. Concern was etched into the familiar curves of his face. Abeke wanted to lose herself there, in the steadying weight of his brown eyes, but she couldn't hold his gaze. She glanced away.

"Empty." The sun-tipped waves of the sea rolled below them. Abeke found strange solace in their neverending flow. "Lost. Alone." Her voice didn't sound like her own. It was as if someone else was commanding her body, as the real Abeke hovered above and watched everything play out. Like a ghost.

Rollan was silent for a moment, before he spun her towards him and pulled her into a tight hug. Abeke let herself be pulled and positioned in his arms, like a doll. But as the hug stretched out, she felt the cold sheet that covered her heart begin to melt away.

"You're not alone," Rollan mumbled into her neck. Abeke dropped her head to his shoulder and hugged him back with all the strength she had left.

When they finally pulled back, Rollan's eyes were wet. Abeke's own throat had started to close, so much so that she didn't trust herself with words. She returned to leaning over the rail, but this time, her arm brushed Rollan's.

"She was there, and then in the space of a heartbeat, she was gone," Abeke recounted. She lifted her eyes to the smoke rising from Zourtzi – the last place she had seen Uraza. "She looked at me like I was a stranger. It was as if our bond had never existed." Abeke forced herself to keep her eyes on the horizon. She knew that as soon as she closed them, she'd see nothing but the moment Uraza leaped for her throat, replaying over and over.

"We'll get her back," Rollan said fiercely. "I promise."

Turning her head, Abeke regarded her friend through a film of tears. The love and worry in his expression was almost overwhelming.

Abeke sniffed and swiped at her face before the tears could fall. She didn't know how to respond – couldn't – but Rollan seemed to understand, like he always did. They stood side by side in the silence Abeke needed.

Awkward footfalls met her ears not long after, and Abeke felt Rollan turn through their connected arms. "Hey," came Tasha's voice. Her pale hair and green cloak came into Abeke's peripheral vision as the smaller girl stopped at her other side.

"How's Kirat?" Rollan asked softly over Abeke's head.

"Fine," Tasha murmured back. "Anda's tending to him." The exchange fizzled out, and Abeke soon felt the weight of both her friends' gazes.

Abeke blinked down at Tasha's hand, covering her own on the rail. When had that gotten there? "Abeke," the Stetriolan girl was saying. Unlike Rollan, who was always in sharp focus, her voice seemed to come from a long way off. "We're here for you."

Abeke pulled her head to the side. It was all too much.

A third set of footfalls sounded on the deck behind the three. Two short steps, strong and curt.

Curiosity compelled Abeke to look. As one, the three Greencloaks turned to take in the newcomer.

It was the Redcloak.

Abeke's eyes flicked over his sweeping scarlet cloak, his black leathers, the smooth wood of his mask. She had seen plenty of Redcloaks, even on this ship, but only one wore a mask so strange. Only one of them had no face.

Some of the fog that had settled over her body since Uraza was taken seemed to lift. Who really was this mysterious warrior that had saved them time and time again?

Something deep in her heart told her she already knew.

"Is everyone in your party all right?" the Redcloak asked. His voice was deep and raspy, almost reptilian in quality. Abeke tried to compare it to the voice she remembered from her past, the voice that still sometimes spoke in her dreams, but recognized nothing.

She realized after a moment that his gaze hadn't strayed from her.

"We'll survive," Rollan said for all of them. Abeke glanced to either side of her, noticing the wariness in Rollan's face and the way Tasha nervously clung to her wrist. "Now, how about explaining what's going on here? I think it's about time for some answers."

The Redcloak tipped his head to one side as he considered Rollan, his oddly pale eyes glinting under his mask. "Soon," he said simply. "Be patient. We're taking you somewhere safe."

"Yeah, and where is that?" Rollan countered, bitterness lacing his words. "If you haven't noticed, nowhere is safe anymore. Zerif can get to us anywhere. In Zourtzi, in Stetriol and even at Greenhaven."

Tasha drooped beside her. A distant part of Abeke wanted to comfort her, but what comfort could she give?

Strangely, the Redcloak seemed to droop as well. "So the rumours are true," he said with a sigh. "Greenhaven has fallen as well."

There was something so intrinsically familiar about his stance, his speech, his whole bearing. Abeke had mulled this over for many nights, but now, with him standing a mere ten feet away, she felt everything in her threaten to spill out. Her heart ached, and she had the strangest urge to reach for him. Could it really be him? After so long?

The masked figure stared out to sea for a brief moment. "You should rest. There are more battles to come."

Then he turned and made to stride away. With her heart in her throat, Abeke pushed away from her friends and staggered forward. "Wait," she called hoarsely. "At least tell us your name."

The Redcloak turned around and fixed Abeke with his uncanny eyes.

"You've saved our lives again and again." The pounding of her heart was deafening. She could barely hear herself over it. She stepped forward again, then gripped onto Rollan's shoulder for support; he had hurried to her side. "Tell us who you are," she repeated, "so that we might thank you properly."

The Redcloak hesitated. "I'm called King," he said at last. Was it her imagination, or had his posture softened a touch? "I am the leader of the Redcloaks."

King. A hush fell over Abeke's mind. King.

As he watched her with wide eyes, Abeke heard Tasha speak from behind her. "Thank you," she said quietly. "We are forever in your debt."

King only spared a glance to acknowledge her. He tilted his chin again, then moved to walk away once more.

Abeke watched as he stopped still, his back to them. She watched him slowly turn back around. And with her heart thundering in her ears, she watched him fix his eyes on her.

His next words came soft, low. "I used to be known by another name."

Not of her own volition, Abeke found herself shaking her head from side to side. No. No.

The Redcloak drew back his hood, revealing light blond hair. Then he reached behind his head and unfastened his mask. "You knew me as Shane."

The mask fell away.

Abeke couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. She didn't react to Rollan's gasp of shock and Tasha's startled cry of "Cousin?" Her surroundings melted into waxy darkness. All she saw before her was Shane.

Though it was unmistakably him, the boy she used to know was barely recognizable. His normally tanned skin was pale, like he hadn't seen the sun in months. Knobbly green ridges had replaced his eyebrows, giving him a fearsome, monstrous look. Worst of all were his eyes. Gone was the keen blue stare that Abeke remembered so well. Instead, she was met with glowing, reptilian yellow-green. They were twice as large as they should have been, and bordered by pebbled scales. Slitted pupils stood out at their centres, holding her captive. A shudder of revulsion rolled over her.

"What happened to you?" Rollan's voice came in a horrified whisper.

Abeke hardly registered the words. Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps, and she felt the prickle of sweat all over her body. Her hands were already slick with it. She clenched them into tight fists, ignoring the way they trembled.

Of course.

It was him all along.

He and his Redcloaks had fought for them in their every hour of need – but now they were at their mercy. They were still in the dark about their motives, and now they were surrounded by them. Abeke's heart seized with panic. Her thoughts flew to Tasha, Shane's rival for the throne, and Anda and Kirat, belowdecks with the rest of the Redcloaks. Would they be safe with Shane? What if his only reason for helping them was a twisted desire to collect the newly reborn Great Beasts for himself?

The memory of the mysterious red-cloaked figure coming to her defense in Amaya sprang into her mind. He had saved her life from Arax. In Zourtzi, too, he had protected her from Zerif. Was it possible he still cared for her?

Abeke swiftly banished those thoughts from her mind. Shane was the enemy. He would always be the enemy. And this reveal was proof he would never stop lying.

I'm called King. Abeke shook with barely repressed tension as she remembered his words. An image of Shane with the Devourer's crown atop his head and a wicked smile on his face flashed through her memory. I am the leader of the Redcloaks. She saw him at the head of the Conqueror army at Muttering Rock, almost obscured by their black masses, seated astride his giant crocodile. How did she not see it before? How could she be so foolish?

She knew who the Redcloaks were.

They were enemies.

Shane's eerie eyes bored into her. Abeke recognized them now as crocodilian. How could she believe, even for a moment, that he might have wanted to change for the better? The symbol of his betrayal was branded over his once-handsome face.

But Shane wasn't the only one who was different now.

Abeke was done taking chances.

And she had nothing more to lose.

Whipping the bow off her back in one swift motion, Abeke brought an arrow to the string and pointed it straight at her former friend's heart.

The world came back into startling clarity the moment she did so. She heard a scream from Tasha, heard Rollan grab the girl’s wrist to hold her at bay. Abeke kept her eyes locked with Shane's. Was it the rocking of the ship that was causing her aim to waver?

"I had hoped it wasn't you," she rasped. "I had hoped you weren't tricking me again."

Shane was silent, slowly bringing his clawed hands up.

"Abeke, he just saved our lives," Tasha said urgently. "Maybe we should –"

Abeke stared at her in blind fury. "Do you know the last time Shane saved my life?" she snapped. "He used it as a way to sneak into Greenhaven and betray us. He used me. I was nothing but a tool to him." Tasha flinched in the face of her anger and shrank a step back. Guilt flickered through Abeke, but she had no time to apologize. Resolutely, she turned her attention back to Shane and tightened her hand around her bow. "It'll be no different now."

"That's not true," Shane protested, with such force behind his words that it surprised her. "You were never a tool to me." His raised hands lowered and spread in a pleading gesture. "Much has changed since we last spoke openly… as I'm sure is obvious. Everything I've done with this mask, this cloak, this name, was not to deceive you, but to start anew and atone for my mistakes."

Abeke tilted her head to the side, steeling herself. She wouldn't let Shane's honeyed words ensnare her again. She was past this. She was stronger than this.

Her sweaty hands were making it hard to keep a firm grip on her bow. Could she shoot him, here and now? Did she have it in her?

With every passing second, she was less and less sure.

Behind her, she heard the worried voices of Rollan and Tasha. They were calling her name, trying to summon her out of her trance. It reminded her painfully of the last time she'd confronted Shane – the duel they'd fought in front of Kovo's empty prison. That time, too, she hadn't been able to finish him off. Something almost like instinct wouldn't allow her to.

She felt it now, some deep force within her, causing her arrowhead to tremble as she looked into the haunting face of her former friend. She let out a short scream, hoping to dispel some of her rage and pain. Sudden tears obscured her vision. "Give me one good reason why I should trust you," she challenged. Her voice came out raw and broken.

Shane stared at her for a long moment, and though it was impossible to read any emotion in those slitted eyes, Abeke thought she sensed immense sadness from him. "Let me speak plainly. The end is near."

Abeke gave a wry, husky laugh. Indeed, Erdas must be in her final days for the two of them to reforge an alliance.

"I know this is difficult, but I need you to trust me. To trust us," the boy said gravely. "There's something you need to see. It may be the key to saving Erdas, and perhaps the key to saving Uraza as well."

Abeke's eyes widened in shock. Hesitantly, she lowered her bow a few inches.

Shane wanted to help Uraza?

His slitted yellow-green eyes tracked her movement, unreadable, before they returned to hers. Something almost like hope lit his face. "Give me this chance, and I promise you, I won't let you down."

Abeke considered him for a long moment. Once, Shane had been a friend to her, a steady comfort even across opposite sides of the war. He had traded that all away for victory, using her as a pawn in his schemes before tossing her aside. He had made promises, and he had broken them. But now he stood before her, after saving her and her friends so many times, with a vow to save her spirit animal as well. Abeke looked at his changed appearance and felt horror. But now, she wondered if a better change was brimming below the surface.

Her bow fell to her side as the fight suddenly went out of her. She stared blankly at it for a moment, then took the arrow from the string and slipped it back into her quiver. She had thought about shooting it across the waves to release some of her tension, but decided against it. No need to waste an arrow. After all, she thought, turning dark eyes up at Shane, there are more battles to come.

She would place her trust in him for now. But for the sake of her friends, for Rollan, for the children they were tasked with protecting, she would be on her guard.

Slinging her bow over one shoulder, Abeke glanced over to Rollan and Tasha. Rollan, who knew her so well, must have read something in her hollow gaze that she herself was oblivious to. He was at her side in a heartbeat, touching her hand with his. Tasha followed in his wake, fitting herself against Abeke's other side with more uncertainty. Abeke slipped her arm around the other girl, surrendering the worst of her pain and anger to the ocean wind. Surrounded by the best things she had left in her life, she could breathe.

Abeke looked down at her friends, giving a weighty nod. Tasha returned it, then Rollan. They were with her. They would face this together. The thought renewed her strength.

With a deep breath, Abeke locked determined eyes with Shane. "Where to?" she asked.

Shane took a step forward and looked out across the water. "We sail for the Place of Desolation."

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Wouldn’t you love to love her? 1/3

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and Original Female Character

Then Hangman is telling him to follow her, and it takes a moment for him to blink out of his reverie. He scrambles out his seat and Phoenix barks out a laugh. No one knows who else is going on the mission, but they all know that Mac will be one of those pilots. A lot of them would be lying if they said that they hadn’t known that from the minute she walked into the Hard Deck that first night. While all of them were cocky pilots, outwardly so, Mac was just confident. The rest of them were quick to try and discredit each other's abilities, trying to make themselves seem bigger and badder, but she just simply let her flying do the talking. However, with her being a guarantee to fly, it means there’s a guarantee that she might not come back, so maybe that affords her a few little luxuries.

Long time reader, first time publishing something for other people to read. This was heavily inspired, loosely based on "Rhiannon" by Fleetwood Mac. Apparently there's just something about Fleetwood Mac and shirtless men with a 80's editing wash that just gets to me. I say semi-reader insert because the main character is never identified by anything other than her callsign.

Callsign is "Mac". I know I'm so creative.

It has been about two weeks since I saw the movie so if anything is out of whack in terms of sequencing, I apologize. I also want to apologize if there's any mistakes in Americanisms. I am Australian, and though I have been writing for very long time as American characters, sometimes the Australian still peeks through.

This is cross posted from my AO3, link in the source.

WC: 5560.

Warnings: eventual smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, drinking, safety first, gratuitous use of commas. Under the cut because it is 18+ Reader discretion is advised.

Part two. Part Three.

Who will be her lover?

They watch her take off, can hear the smile on her face when she speaks over the comms.

They were brought back to Top Gun because they were the best of the best, as Phoenix reminded them the night before, but when Mac takes to the air with a lightness and grace, even Hangman has to admit that she’s the best among them. She has this air of coolness that when she’s in the air, nothing phases her. She deals with the g-force amazingly and her breath control is insane. Hangman would make a comment about it if he wasn’t so impressed. She breathes out slowly as she pulls the F-18 into a straight climb, narrowly missing being “shot down” by Maverick. She barely makes a sound over the comms as she shoots through the sky, where they could hear everyone else’s heavy breaths, snide comments, and quick rebuffs. She flips her plane easily, dropping down behind Maverick in their dogfight exercise, her sight set on him as she aims, but he drops out quickly before the kill tone can sound.

They fly around for what feels like hours before Maverick’s breathing heavy and Mac’s hands are shaking. He tells her to land her plane, calling it a draw, and the rest of the class are looking at one another wondering what that means for her push-ups. She has sweat dripping down the back of her neck, the tank underneath her flight suit heavily drenched. Her breathing finally seems heavy, her chest heaving despite the broad grin on her face. She grips Maverick’s hand in a firm shake, and he’s shaking his head at her with a laugh. She passes him her helmet and walks back into the hanger to the slow clap from the rest of the team with the exception of Rooster who is still completing his push-ups.

She waits there while everyone else is showering and when he doesn’t come back once the hanger is cleared, she goes in search of him. Hondo isn’t out there anymore, but Rooster is still doing his push-ups.

“They’re all gone Rooster, you can stop,” she says as she approaches, but he only gives her a grunt in reply and continues.

She goes to walk away when she hears the choked-out sob. She doesn’t turn to stare, instead she sits down on the tarmac looking out over the runways. She’s not too far away but she’s close enough that he knows she’s there if he needs her.

She moves easily through the crowd, spinning and ducking and weaving through the hands and voices trying to capture her attention. Her feet move with the agility of a dancer, and she supposes that she was in another life. In another life, she was dancing on the stages of the world, high on tip toe, graceful and delicate. But it’s not another life, it’s this one so she’s dancing through the crowded bar, four beer bottles dangling from her nimble fingers.

“MAA-AAAC!!!!” rings through her ears in a singsong fashion and she grins as she approaches her new friends. Rooster’s voice is loud over the noise in The Hard Deck and it only makes her chuckle. Passing out the beers to Bob and Phoenix, she holds Rooster’s just out of reach, teasing it back and forth, frustration etched in his forehead until she holds it out a little too long and he’s able to grasp it, snatching it from her. Her laughter rings out loudly, and Bob’s and Phoenix's joins it until after Rooster has swallowed his first mouthful and gets over it.

She sits with them and brings her own bottle to her lips, tipping her head back for a moment, and Rooster can’t help but stare for a moment as her throat bobs when she swallows. Phoenix coughs when she catches him, and Mac opens her eyes glancing at the woman she considers her closest friend here as she continues to down her beer. She misses the way Rooster’s eyes darken, but Phoenix and Bob don’t. A look is shared between them before Rooster blinks and brings his eyes to anywhere but her.

“You look like you need a dance partner, Mac.”

Hangman’s in her ear, and her hips stutter from their swaying movement, the skirt of her dress still moving despite the sudden stop.

“And you think that’s going to be you?” she asks, a smirk appearing on her lips. She twirls away from him, her laughter following as she sways her way over to the bar and parks herself next to Bob.

“How many times do men need to hear the word no?” she asks him with a sigh before picking out a peanut from his bowl.

“Some men, only once,” he states factually, “But men like Hangman, probably another dozen.”

Mac smiles at the smirk on his face, happy to see him enjoying himself. Anything to bring Hangman down a peg and prop Bob up just a little more. His quiet demeanor reminds her of her own. She appreciates having him at Top Gun, a grounding force when it should be so easy to fall into a cocky stride alongside the other pilots.

“Do you need another drink?” she asks him, turning back to the bar to get Penny’s attention. He barely has a chance to answer before she’s ordering two beers on her tab and passing one over to Bob. Then she’s standing up again and dancing away. He can’t help but be impressed that she’s the same on the ground as she is in the air. She’s calm, cool and collected, never staying in one place too long and constantly dancing away from scenarios. He admires that about her.

She finds her way over to Phoenix, her eyes fixating on the other woman from the moment they land on her. She takes a swig of beer as she shimmies over to her. When she reaches her, her beer is thrust into Rooster’s hand without a sideways glance before she extends her other hand to Phoenix.

“Dance with me?” she asks, her whole body swaying to the music. Phoenix lets out a laugh before she finishes off her own beer. She shakes her head but takes Mac’s hand, allowing her to twirl her before pulling her close and pushing her away again. The smiles are bright on both their faces as Phoenix sidesteps while Mac spins around her. She pulls the other woman close, rocking their bodies together in a dance reminiscent of a funky waltz. They move like that for the rest of the song and the next before Phoenix pulls away, breathless with laughter.

“No, I need another drink,” she says, walking away from a pouting Mac. The guys around them rush to look away, like the two women were not the center of attention for the last five and a half minutes.

Mac turns, her eyes scanning over the guys around them. They settle on Rooster, seated on one of the chairs by the pool tables in the back. She takes a seat on his lap, wrapping an arm around in neck in a comfortable manner. While she is relaxed in her seat, taking her beer from his hand, he is significantly less comfortable. Her proximity was making him more drunk than her beer that he had been drinking. When his hand rests on her knee with nowhere else to put it, she smiles brightly at him, and he’d deny that he sits up straighter, his body tensing. His lips still twitch up in a smile in return. She sips at her beer as her attention turns back to the bar. Her fingers tap out a rhythm on his shoulder, humming happily. No one says anything about it being the longest they’ve ever seen her sit still when she isn’t in a plane.

She signals to Penny rather than getting up, a surprise to just about everyone around them. Rooster doesn’t say anything as she hands both of them their beers, an eyebrow raised and a questioning glint in her eye. Mac is watching everyone around them carefully, daring someone to say something, anything, but no one does. She stays seated on Rooster’s lap, and he refuses to make any movement that would make her run away like a frightened cat. He knows he’s not the one in control right now. She watches Phoenix attempt to beat Hangman in pool, her nails scratching gently at the hairs on the nape of Rooster’s neck and his thumb starts rubbing circles over the fabric of her dress until it slowly begins to ride up. He stills when he makes contact with her skin, but she doesn’t stop her own comforting movements, so he continues.

The night slows out and when Mac finally stands, she spins quickly, the skirt of her dress flaring out. Everyone in their team sees when she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, but she has the kind of cool confidence that allows her to walk over to the bar without embarrassment despite the whistles. She closes out her tab and waltzes out of the bar with a wave of her hand to Bob and Phoenix, without a look back at him.

Rooster follows her, a quick nod to Penny who is grinning like the cat who got the cream at getting to see this all unfold. He walks out into the parking lot and she captures his attention like she practiced it. She’s swaying to the beat inside her head as she starts walking back towards base. He wonders if that’s how she stays so calm in the air, some unheard tune playing constantly in her head. It would not surprise him if that were the case.

He catches up to her easily, an arm slung low around her waist. She looks up at him, that same easy confidence written over her face as she smiles at up at him.

“I wasn’t sure you got the invitation.”

“I didn’t. Hangman of all people had to spell it out for me,” he admits, and she nods slowly. They’re both silent as they walk, his steps nearly clumsy next to her’s as she seems like she’s floating.

“You good enough to drive me home?” she asks him and he nods, directing her towards his Bronco. It’s a quiet drive back to the barracks, but it’s a comfortable one. Her hand is warm and heavy, high on his thigh, making her intentions well known. It makes it incredibly difficult for him to concentrate on the road. She hums along to the songs on the radio while he sings quietly. It’s almost like they’ve been doing this dance for years, rather than a week or two.

His arm wraps around her again, pulling her close as they walk through the barracks and to her room. She unlocks her door, pushing it open before turning her attention back to him.

Just as she’s wondering if she’ll have to make the first move again, Rooster moves, the arm around her waist curling back towards himself and bringing her with him. She blinks up at him, her smile still so bright even though the night surrounds them.

“Mac,” he whispers, his other hand coming up to tuck the stray hair clinging to her cheek, back behind her ear. He’d call it a cliché if his heart wasn’t beating loudly in this moment. Her eyes glance down to his lips and he peeks his tongue out to wet them.

“Rooster,” she returns softly, her fingers walking up his chest until she can wrap her arms around his neck and press herself closer to him. “If you don’t kiss me soon, I’m walking in there and closing the door behind me.”

It’s a threat, and one they both know she’ll make good on. His laugh rumbles through his chest, and she can feel it from where she’s pushed herself up against him. She’s about to pull away, disappointment blooming through her, when the hand on the side of her face turns from soft and calming, to gripping her chin and tilting her face towards him. He still has to duck down a little, but then his lips gently touch her’s.

That’s all the gentle he gets before she pushes back hard, her fingernails scratching hard at the hairs at the nape of his neck. It’s reminiscent of only an hour before. She bites at his bottom lip and the gasp that follows is all she needs to push her tongue forward and deepen their kiss.

It’s dizzying, how fast the speed has changed, before Rooster remembers that they’re pilots. They’re both used to idling on a tarmac or ship before getting up to speeds fast enough to take off. Satisfied that he’s not going to run away from her now, Mac drags her hands back down his chest until she settles with toying with the hem of the tight, white t-shirt underneath one of his many Hawaiian shirts. Both of his hands drop to her ass, squeezing at her cheeks like most of the guys in their team had been longing to do. She huffs out a laugh into their kiss before she breaks it. Taking a step backwards, she tugs on the open sides of his shirt, dragging him along with her.

She turns them before they reach the doorway and pushes him through. She walks in after him with deliberate strides until she can kick the door closed behind them. Rooster doesn’t allow her to turn around and lock it before he’s pushing her up against it. He kisses her again, his hands tangling in her hair, pulling her to where he wants her. She reaches for the door knob behind her, flicking the lock and praying that Phoenix doesn’t come back early, or if she does, she has the decency to knock. But that’s the last she thinks of Phoenix as Rooster starts kissing down her neck, nipping and biting as he goes. She hums happily, her nails dragging down his back before she brings her hands back around to his front and slides the Hawaiian shirt from his shoulders. It catches on his elbows and he laughs, untangling his hands from her hair so he can drop it unceremoniously on the floor. While he’s there, she tucks her hands under his t-shirt and pushes it up as her hands run the length of his torso.

He pulls it over his head, and it’s joining his other shirt while she drinks in the sight of him without anyone around to judge her. Phoenix had caught her staring at him the day of dogfight football, and had specifically run at her, tackling her to the ground before any of the other guys could catch her. Could she really be blamed when he was dancing around like that after his touchdown? The two of them had stayed up that night gossiping, and she’d whispered quietly that maybe she wanted him.

She goes to move again, but Rooster’s shaking his head and stepping back into her, crowding her against the wall. His fingers are delicate as he slides the strings she calls straps on her dress down over her shoulders so the only thing holding it up is the zipper in the back.

She brings his lips back to hers with both hands on either side of his face, trying to bring him to her as close as possible. His mustache tickles at her nose but she finds herself not caring, it's certainly attractive on him. She arches her back, her head knocking back against the door, so she can press her chest into his. He’s smart enough to get the hint at that moment and his hands are hot on the skin of her shoulder blades. They’re only there a moment before he’s ripping the zip of her dress down and she falls back against the door so gravity can do its thing and her dress is sliding to the ground between them. He pulls away from their kiss, his eyes holding her’s like he’s too respectful to glance down. She expects that from someone like Bob, but not Rooster. Her hands trace up the curve of her own stomach, fingers dipping under the line of her breasts, softly caressing the skin until she’s tugging on her nipples and his attention is finally drawn downwards.

He blinks and swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing and she smirks.

“Come on Rooster, no need to be gentle, I promise I won’t break,” she whispers, like anything louder will break the tension in the room and bring him out of this. She doesn’t want him running now, not when she’s on the edge of death and he might be joining her.

He pushes her hands out of the way, grabbing them in one of his own and holding them above her head. He looms over her and kicks her legs wider apart, pushing his thigh up against her core. She moans deep in the back of throat, and the noise catches both of them off guard. But soon he’s smirking and his free hand returns to toy with her nipple, pulling and pinching until he’s happy with its pebbling. She’s rolling her hips against the strong muscle of his thigh, and if she wasn’t so turned on, she’d be embarrassed by how desperate she seems. He bites at the junction where her neck meets her collarbone and she gasps, snapping her hips forward.

“Please Rooster,” she pleads, and it sounds so foreign to him because he genuinely doesn’t think she should ever have to plead for anything in her life. But it’s his name, his callsign, falling from her lips in a breathless fashion, and he wouldn’t mind hearing it again.

But he decides to placate her, knowing that if he doesn’t, she’ll kick him out into the hallway with blue balls, leaving him with the knowledge that she’s taking care of herself.

His hand follows the line of her body from the curve of her breast to the dip at the top of her hip. He runs his finger through the top of her laced panties while their tongues battle for the dominance that neither of them are sure they want to win. It’s much more fun to fight for it. She whines and huffs, trying to move her hips so that he’s touching her right where she wants him. But he moves his hand back with her hips, teasing her the same way she teased him with the beer bottle all those nights ago. She huffs out a sigh and he finally pushes forward, his finger sliding easily between her folds. She sighs happily at the contact, grateful for more than just humping herself on his leg. It soon turns to a soft moan as he finds her clit and slowly runs his finger over it in circles. She wants it harder, faster, but she can only roll her hips so far because the grip he has on her wrists is just the right amount of tight that makes her body tremble.

“Bradley,” she whines by way of asking for more. He groans at his name falling from her lips that he practically bruises them when he kisses her again. He pushes a finger inside of her, his thumb taking over rubbing circles on her clit. He’s quick to add a second as she bucks her hips forward to meet his hand. Her own hands strain against his grip because all she wants to do is touch him, but at this point he’s so determined to make her come on his fingers that he doesn’t give a damn about how hard he is.

He adds a third finger and she comes undone. Her moans come out in breathless pants because she knows that she needs to be quiet but it’s just so difficult when his fingers fill her in ways her own can’t and the calloused feel of his thumb on her clit is enough to drive her crazy with desire. It’s so much better than anything she’d be able to do to herself. Her muscles relax and she falls back against the door, expelling the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as her body stops trembling.

He looks down at her in amazement, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, and she tugs at the grip on her wrists again, desperate to touch him now. Rooster finally lets them go and she rolls them to get movement back into them.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, and she shakes her head.

“Do not apologize for anything you just did,” she says sternly before dropping her hands to his belt.

Her nimble fingers have his buckle undone before he can blink, and she whips the belt from its loops, tossing it aside. She flips open his button and slides down the zip. Rooster sighs in relief from the strain of his erection against the denim of his pants. She chuckles as she slides her hand in and grips him, this time it’s him moaning as she surges up to kiss him and quieten him.

Much to his annoyance she removes her hand far too quickly for him to get any satisfaction. He groans unhappily, and she laughs into their kiss, pushing him back towards her bed. She slides her hands down the hard lines of his body into the back of his pants, pushing them down slightly as she grips the meat of his ass. When his legs hit that side of her bed, she pushes them the rest of the way down, and she follows them getting on her knees in front of him. Rooster moans at the sight, knowing what’s coming next.

One of her hands trace up his thigh until she reaches his stomach and she pushes him so he’s sitting on the edge of her bed and it’s easier for her to wrap her hand around his cock. She gives him a gentle tug, getting used to the weight of him. She adjusts her stance on her knees and before he can say anything to her, she licks a slow stripe up the underside of his cock. Rooster moans again, and Mac is smirking to herself as she wraps her lips around the head, her tongue swirling around him. He leans back on his hands, watching her as her hands wraps around the base of his cock and she continues working over the head.

A mean thought lingers through his head, a comment Hangman made after a drunken night out, and Rooster is far too tempted to try it. He tangles his hand in her hair, gripping at her skull, pulling slightly. He guides her gently, rather than the rough push Hangman would have given her if it had been him in this position. She pushes off, a line of spit connecting her lips to the head of his cock, and he groans at the lack of contact. If he had a chance to panic, he would. Instead, she breathes in deeply through her nose before taking him in her mouth again, her hand coming off and she’s guiding herself lower on his cock.

Her breath comes out in one slow puff as he feels her throat relax and her nose touch his stomach. A loud moan escapes him, and she swallows around him, extending it. His fingers tighten in her hair and she chances a glance up at him through her lashes. She can see, feel, that he’s holding back, and she bobs her head before pinching at the skin of his thigh. He hadn’t realized that his eyes were scrunched closed tight, that when he looks down at her, it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sight before him. It’s heavenly and one he wishes he could take a picture of.

Then she’s pulling back again, pushing against the hand on her head.

“Come on Rooster, you don’t have to hold back with me.”

He groans at the thought but she’s back on his cock before he can think too much about it. She relaxes her jaw, her throat and pinches him again, her silent way of telling him to move. He pushes her off him, standing up. Before concern can blossom through her, he’s guiding her back towards him. He thrusts quickly into her mouth, and she chokes a moment before she adjusts and everything’s relaxed and open and Rooster can’t believe he’s fucking her throat. If he weren’t a gentleman he’d be inclined to boast about what was currently happening in the morning. Her fingers glide a gentle rhythm against his thighs, one completely juxtaposed to the speed at which his hips are snapping. He pulls her right up against him, her nose squished against the bone of his pelvis and he holds her there for a minute until her eyes start to water. He’s surprised that she doesn’t pinch his thigh and it just impresses him all the more. He feels himself edge towards the precipice of coming and he pulls her off him quickly, his hand pressing a tight grip to base of his cock as he lowers himself to the ground in front of her. He kisses her hard and fast, and it’s dizzying to go from a lack of oxygen to his tongue wrestling with her own.

“Fucking hell Mac,” he says, pressing their foreheads together, “that could have been the death of me.”

She smiles sheepishly, wiping a hand over her face to clear it of the tears and spit she felt. But he’s kissing her again before she can think too much about it. Rooster’s pushing her back against the floor and she’s laughing because there’s a bed right over there but they’re both impatient and they only have so much time before Phoenix comes back to claim her own bed on the other side of their twin room.

Rooster stays on his knees, and he pulls her panties off her finally before pulling her hips up onto him, but she rolls away.

“Uh uh, condom,” she says, shaking a finger at him before grabbing one from her bedside drawer. She throws it at him with a sweet smile.

“You keep condoms in your drawer? Who else do you sneak in here, Mac?” His voice is jovial but there’s a hint of jealousy tinging the edge of it.

She takes a deep breath, rolling herself back towards him.

“Safety first, Rooster. And no one. There’s two in my purse as well, just in case. But it’s a bit hard to want to fuck other people when there’s only one guy who has your attention,” she admits the last part softly.

Rooster glances up at her from where he’s rolling the condom on, and he smiles softly at her.

“It’s Bob isn’t it?” He jokes.

“Get the fuck out right now if you’re going to keep going down that path,” she laughs, and he’s back pulling her hips up over his thighs before thrusting into her.

She bites her lip, a weak attempt to hold back the moan itching at her throat. Instead, he rips it from her with a hard thrust, and it rings loud in both their ears. If anyone has come back to the barracks, she was going to hear about it in the morning. Rooster probably would too, since the entire bar had seen how they had left the bar earlier. He laughs, not feeling the same embarrassment that’s causing a pink blush to rise from her chest to her cheeks. But then he’s thrusting into her with a slow and steady rhythm until she babbling for more, her fingers grasping at the carpet.

He places her ankles up over his shoulders, changing the angle of his thrusts and she shoves her hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out too loudly. He chuckles lowly, and fucks into her faster, his speed relentless against her. She bites down on the skin of her palm; he’s grunting with each thrust into her, and he feels a little bad that he won’t last all that long, but with the blow job she gave him before, could he really be blamed? He grips at her thigh with one hand and brings the other down to her clit, determined to make her come again before he does.

Her upper back is scratching deliciously across the carpet, as each thrust of his hips pushes her further away from him.

“Why you running away Mac?”

He pulls her close again, and she laughs. She’s breathing hard into the skin of her hand, it coming out in short puffs with each of his powerful strokes. He tilts her hips and manages to get just the right angle that she squeaks out a high-pitched moan. He can feel she’s close, her body tensing around him, and she’s dragging him with her. She comes with a cry, her body trembling but he can’t slow down as he chases his own release. Soon he’s following her over the edge of ecstasy. He has the foresight to let her legs down from his shoulders before he collapses on top of her. His elbows bracket her head, catching her hair as he brings hips lips to her’s in another kiss, this one sweet in comparison to the heated ones before.

She laughs happily, and it’s music to his ears.

“Bed,” she manages to choke out, her voice hoarse from earlier and fighting to bite back her moans. As he pulls out of her and gets rid of the condom, she stands on shaking legs and carries herself over to her bed. He goes to pass her the water bottle from her side table, and she gives him a sleepy smile, reaching out to grab it. Instead, he grabs her hand, turning it over so he can inspect her palm. There are teeth marks there and he rubs his thumb over it gently.

“You okay?”

“Better than,” she smiles, “lay down a moment?”

She doesn’t need to ask twice for him to put his underwear back on and climb onto her bed next to her.

“Won’t Phoenix be back soon?”

“Fuck Phoenix,” she mumbles, but she pulls a pair of clean underwear from her draw and her sleep shirt from under her pillow. She pushes him back onto the bed and lays down next to him, wrapping herself around him. His hand settles under her shirt, warm across her lower back.

They both fall asleep with smiles on their faces.

She wakes up before him, the smile still on her lips when she sees Rooster next to her. She can tell by the light of the room that it’s going to be morning soon. She rolls over, and he mumbles in his sleep, pulling her back against him. Phoenix’s bed is still made, their clothes are still strewn across the floor and despite how good it feels to wake up next to him, panic starts to seep in.

“Rooster,” she whispers in an attempt to wake him up, but his mumbles continue, so she slides his arm from around her, and slips out of her bed. How the two of them managed to sleep in a single bed together, was beyond her.

She throws on her work out clothes, a look at Phoenix’s clock telling her that it’s still too early in the morning for her flight uniform. She walks out into their common area, shoes in hand, ready to go for a run when she’s stopped by the sight of her roommate.

Phoenix looks up at her, a glint of mischief in her eyes, and Mac is relieved to see that she doesn’t look angry.

“Oh good, I can go get out of these now,” she said, gesturing down at the fact she’s wearing the same clothes she was in last night.

“Ah, not right now.”

“He’s still there?”

Mac nods, having the decency to look apologetic, but Phoenix grins at her.

“Tell me everything,” she demands, sinking back in the couch with her coffee mug in hand.

“I don’t know if you want to hear everything,” Mac counters, but they hear footsteps and Phoenix’s response is drowned out as Hangman walks into the room.

“She might not want to know, but I certainly do.”

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lightlycareless · 1 year

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Chapter 28 - thoughts.

Hello again everyone!

Thank you for tuning in for another... behind the scene post :> This time, about this chapter over here (which I totally recommend reading to avoid spoilers!)

It was certainly a ride to write that one, and you'll get to see why in the upcoming paragraphs hehe

Warning: not proof-read, just candid stuff xd

Now, without any further a do, here are my notes 💪

Even when I already had the outline/basic idea of what I wanted to portray in this chapter, it still turned out quite hard to write, mainly because I didn’t know how much of self-realization I wanted Naoya to have.

After all, he’s the egotistical bastard we all love (to make fun of) and for him to completely fall into this realization wouldn’t be as smooth or rewarding… but at the same time, I wanted to have some progress on his character, so I guess I just made him delusional lmao.

In the sense that he knows something is wrong, he just doesn’t know what. And his poor, ignorant never-held-accountable mind made quick work of the same formula he’s always used in his life and blamed his brother for it.

I mean sure, if he didn’t see Y/N and Naoaki together before his exam he might’ve been able to focus on it. But we can easily counter that with the actual reason of y/n’s indifference, and that is, his actions.

Yet he wants to feign dementia (como que la virgen le habla para mis hispano hablantes jaja) and act as if he doesn’t know what the fuck is going on. Ok, we’ll let him do that… as he faces the partial consequences of his actions :>

Since there’s not much information regarding how the promotion exams go for higher ranks (or any that I can recall anyways) I took the liberty to… imagine how they would punish sorcerers for when they do grave mistakes in them lol punishments that don’t usually invoke killing someone you know 💀 as well as to show once again, just the entitlement Naoya has and how he still dares to act the victim 🙄

Like he was going to get banned from being a sorcerer lol but because such thing is sooooo outrageous for a heir of a prestigious clan as his, he was just suspended, for a few weeks like, might as well not punish him at all and let him do whatever he wants.

Ok sure, he didn’t kill them, but imagine if he had done so? DURING A MISSION? Nah, he should’ve gotten a worse outcome than that in my humble opinion, but who am I to fight against the intricate system of privilege?

Anyways, from there, it was very, very satisfying writing down what he’s been forced to deal with after his failure. Seeing Naoya get stripped of the things he likes was like aaaaaaahhhghhh retribution!! As well as sad because if we look at the bigger picture, Naoya really doesn’t have anyone on his side :I his family was quick to start talking badly behind his back, and in his face! There’s no shame for these people, worsening with the comment they made regarding the possibility of Y/N’s pregnancy omg ahahaha that was just foul.

But it was good for Naoya to be rattled that way, he for sure took for granted what he had, maybe this way he’ll finally wake up from his delusion :^)

But that wasn’t meant to happen, not soon anyways, as he now started to blame Naoaki—circling back to this point, this song (translation over here) popped up in my head from time to time when writing the scene he was questioning what’s up with Naoaki and Y/N. He really thinks that the pinnacle of all his misfortunes has to be with him ☹ and ngl it was kind of heart breaking to see him asking these things, but well, what can I say? What was Naoya expecting???? Y/N is literally terrified of him that even doing something good for him is enough to have her spiraling!!

This situation, as earth shattering as it was, was not good for either of them. On one hand we have Naoya suffering for his own issues, and on the other one, Y/N is suffering too!

However, the difference stands there with the people who remained behind to support her. Mariya, Haruko, and Hitomi were real ones by staying with her, and as the staff stated, they could’ve easily dropped her (way before even) but decided not to because this is not something new to them, and well, they’re good people!! Of course, they’re not going to leave Y/N alone. Meiko can whine all about it, they be sticking to her side.

Also, I want to comment on the staff: I know (eh, maybe) that they have good intentions but them going on with how Y/N is some kind of hero was like patronizing to me lol I was like: this is not the moment people!! I can only imagine the discourse that was going inside her head while hearing all of these things, that must’ve been infuriating too. I can see Mariya telling them to quiet up, at least until y/n feels better lol, Hitomi scoffing every time they pass by saying all these things, and Haruko being like… conflicted about it: she’s happy her mistress is being recognized, but it just doesn’t feel genuine, you know?

And that part where some of the members were like: yeah this is kind of when like Toji did his thing, but I mean that’s expected from him, he’s a man. Jesus, the misogyny in this people is really making them say dumb stuff just to bring down women. Writing that was so disrespectful to myself ngl hahah

But it was also just to show how… odd the perception of the staff is. Or everything about it really.

From there… NAOAKI. Omg… that scene was, oof. I was really debating whether to write it or not because I’m very aware of what it means… however, I’m no longer willing to keep them apart 😂 after building up their relationship it seems that Naoaki and Y/N are catching feelings for each other, like for real, and while I intended to write that particular scene as Y/N just wanting comfort (I just discovered she’s a hugger lol it seems that she’s given everyone hugs, as well as received from her) this is definitely leading somewhere else 😏 or might lead, who knows what dear Ranta has planned for them hahahahah

Aw, but it was so sweet that Naoaki even said that even if nothing happens between the two, he’ll always be her friend omg. 😭 Where can I get me a man like this? And Naoya still has the audacity to believe he can do something? Just how Mariah Carey said...

He and Ranta wanted to hold on to this idea that maybe what the staff was saying was like, you know, lies, intended to instigate Naoya, but after seeing Naoaki leave Y/N’s room is safe to say that they both know this is far from regular gossip.

And even then, poor Ranta still wanted to protect Naoya! He truly is… well, I’d like to say a good person, someone who Naoya definitely doesn’t deserve, with him willing going as far as trying to involve himself in their relationship in hopes to save it, but there's only so much he can do before he realizes it's doomed. (Ranta wanting to tell Naoaki to at least have the decency to not approach Y/N while Naoya is in the estate is like, wild to me. He knows there’s no stopping him, so maybe he can slow him down?)

Well, this chapter was intended to be some kind of recap of the things that happened soon after chapter 25 and as a set up for the ones to come. Show that this conflict was nothing if not detrimental to both parties involved, with Naoya seemingly losing everything he’s had, the respect of his family, his career, and his marriage, and with Y/N feeling desolate but still having the support of her ladies, and possibly someone closer than that.

Now that I write it like that, it’s as if they switched positions (but if you squint your eyes though, cause being honest Y/N is still getting the short end of the stick) and this time, Naoya is going to be the one put in the work because if I'm being completely honest, Y/N does not care for him at all.

Aghhh well I'm excited to see where the characters take me from here 🤭 will Naoya redeem himself? Or will Y/N completely fall for Naoaki? GUESS WE'LL HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE :>

Thank you so much for your support! Reading your feedback about this chapter helped me overcome the insecurities I had about posting it hahah god, Naoya is such a difficult character sometimes, but he's still hella entertaining 😂

Anyways, if there's something more specific that you want to know about this chapter that wasn't covered here (since I usually just gloss over the things I considered somewhat influential in the process of writing this chapter) don't hesitate to let me know! I'll do my best to my best to answer them without spoiling anything :>

Once again, thank you so much for reading this chapter, hope you all have a wonderful week, take care, and hope to see you soon!!

#thought series: first it hurts—

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redheadloverr · 2 years

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Old fanfic

diluc x gn!reader

i recently found an old fanfic and i told myself “why not upload it as a sort of filler while i gain motivation to write again” so here it is!! quick current AN, this was written back in february of 2021 and it’s a bit lengthy so i’m just kinda gonna paste it on here and see what happens lol! please excuse any grammar mistakes!

OLD AN : hi there! little A/N before i actually post the fanfic(?) one, this isnt something thats gonna be uploaded weekly, i started this for fun + to release stress so im not exactly sure how often ill upload im sorry to disappoint ! two, this is gonna be based around a school au! I love writing in school au’s so thats what im most comfortable with ! and third, this will not (for the most part) have any nsfw or anything (unless i change my mind and if i do i'll put a warning before each chapter) so fellow nsfw lovers im sorry ! oh and also for anyone wondering, all the characters will be around the same age in this au (yes this includes venti, im mainly doing this for 0 spoilers and just cause a teen venti sounded like a lot of fun to write) + im only using mondstadt based characters because im too lazy to write everyone else in, anyways i hope you enjoy this !

Chapter one - New beginning.

“Finally!” Y/N said followed up with a sigh. “a new school, new people, far far away from my old town!” Y/N thought to themselves. “WATCH OUT!” said a girl in a bright red outfit who was chasing after,,, a dog? “AMBER!” said a boy in green chasing after her. he stopped next to me and sighed, “Oh, hi there!” the boy in green said with a smile. He had lovely green and blue eyes with dark blue hair that faded into light blue/cyan. “My name is Venti! Who you saw running after that dog is Amber.” he continued. “My name is Y/N” I replied. “Y/N?” Venti said with a confused face. “That doesn't sound like a local name. Are you from mondstadt?” “No,” I replied, “Im from a neighboring city, my siblings and I were moved over for a safer environment.” Venti looked at me with a concerned face, “Ah, that would make sense yes.” We were awkwardly standing there for about a minute or two before we here a “Venti!” in the distance. It was the red girl, Amber. “Hey Amber! Oh right this is Y/N, Y/N this is Amber!” I smiled and said a simple nice to meet you. She smiled and said “Hello! Nice to meet you. Oh and also welcome to Mondstadt!” Both Venti and I were a bit shocked, we looked at each other with the look of how in the heck did she know? Before we could even speak any longer, the school bell rang. The girl in red had a bit of dirt on her face, most likely from chasing the dog, so venti got out a cloth and started wiping some of the dirt off as he said “We’ll be late, go drop him (the dog) off before you forget like last time” Like,, last time,, I thought to myself. “Oh yeah right haha, venti, cover for me if I am late please?” she asked the green boy with puppy dog eyes. “Yeah yeah, now go before you're seriously late. You have five minutes” He said with a smile. As soon as he finished his sentence she ran off again and in the distance I can hear her say “WATCH OUT!” Venti and I laughed and started walking into the school.

Immediately I noticed the school was five, no ten times bigger than my old one! “Was your old school smaller perhaps?” Venti said as he looked and smiled at me. “It was.” I replied with a smile, we both chuckled at it and continued walking. “So what class are you in?” “Im in uh 3-B” i said thinking and hoping all three of us had the same class. “Cool!” he said “Most of the popular kids are in 3-B with us but at least you’ll have us for comfort” he continued with a smile and a giggle. I giggled as well. “Good. I’ll be fine as long as i have you two!” I said with a smile. Venti kinda blushed at what i said then smiled. Soon enough we were at our class. “Ready?” He said. “As ready as i’ll ever be” I said with a nervous chuckle. He opened the door and immediately we bumped into a gorgeous yet cold red head. He looked at us almost as if he was disgusted by us. “Sorry about that Diluc.” Venti said with a slight smile while he scratched his head. Diluc looked at Venti, “its okay, just a misunderstanding. No need to worry Venti.” His voice was soft yet so cold it was almost displeasing yet satisfying to hear at the same time. And then he walked out and headed towards the bathroom. Venti noticed me staring at him. “Well well well, looks like someones got a crush already!” he said with a giggle, I quickly shushed him and said “Venti! Don't say that!” He continued to giggle and walked into the classroom, I walked in after him. “This is where me and Amber usually sit. Knowing the teacher, she’ll ask you to sit anywhere you'd feel comfortable. I suggest this seat, its closest to us so we can still talk and work together.” He said with a warm smile. As soon as he finished, both Amber and Diluc came in and soon after them the teacher came in to look for me.

I walked out of the classroom and she started talking to me. “I'm going to start class but please come with me to the faculty office at lunch, we need to get some information clear” I nodded and she headed into the classroom. “Okay class, today we have a new student joining us. Y/N, come on in” she called out to me and i did as she said. “Why don’t you introduce yourself sweetie.” “Hello, my name is Y/N, i’m from a neighboring city hence my unusual name, and i’d love to get along with all of you!” i said with a smile. “Okay, go ahead and sit where you’d like dear.” as i began to walk near Venti and Amber, Dulic called to me and signaled me to sit next to him. he was sitting behind Venti and Amber’s table so i gladly accepted and sat next to him. immediately Venti and Amber looked at me. “Are you going to talk to the teacher during lunch?” Venti asked. I simply nodded, my heart was pounding so hard, i felt as though i was melting. maybe sitting next to mr gorgeous was a bad idea. i thought to myself “Does that mean you won’t be able to sit with us at lunch?” Amber asked. “I’m not sure Amber, but if i have enough time i’ll find you guys as soon as i can!” i said with a smile. i heard mr gorgeous chuckle and as soon as we looked at him he looked away and out the window. he seems a bit shy haha how cute. i thought and giggled. Venti and Amber looked so confused but just turned around to listen to the teacher. a couple minutes went by and i saw Diluc hand me a note. he still didn’t look at me. what is this? a comedy romance anime? i thought to myself as i opened the note. “friends?” was written in it with a yes no and maybe box. i chuckled, answered, and handed it back to him. i could see his reaction out of the corner of my eye, he just looked at it, smiled, and put it in his pocket. WHAT IN THE HECK WAS THAT REACTION? OKAY HEART PLEASE CALM DOWN ITS BARELY EVEN BEEN AN HOUR SINCE WE MET THESE PEOPLE! i sighed and continued to listen to the teachers lesson.

AN: if y’all want more pls lmk LOL i kinda wanna redo or add onto this! also i feel like i added more onto this but this was posted on wattpad a while ago so i’m not too sure; might go search for it later LOL

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin diluc x reader #genshin impact diluc #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #genshin impact diluc x reader

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handy link list of my writing (AO3)

Putting this together to link in my pinned post haha! (here's the tumblr fic post!)

I'll split in two to stay the same (9/11) WIP E Dew/Mountain/Aether ; amnesia fic

As the fire reaches his shoulders, curls around his neck, a hot and painful burning sensation takes over, settled in the sides of his throat and he reaches up curls his fingers around it, long and delicate; and that’s when he notices, when he feels it—raw skin, blood in the water, burning, burning, burning. His gills are gone. Papa Emeritus the Third is gone and Dew suffers for it.

you share not the blood of our, our, ours (6/?) WIP E Eventual polyghouls/Copia ; slice of life fic

Leading the new era of the Ghost project is none other than the Secretary of the Treasury, Cardinal Copia. It's not a task given to him so willingly. Sister smiles and carefully seats herself in the chair, reaching out and patting Copia on the back of the hand for a moment, “Cardinal,” she greets him, watching as he moves around the desk to take a seat in his chair again. “I do hope you’re not too irritated at Papa,” she starts, “He’s just a little...disgruntled right now.” Copia fixes a somewhat professional smile on his face, clasping both hands in front of him on the desk, “I am not of the bloodline, yes? He’s unhappy about that. I think I would be unhappy about it too, if I were him. I know you said this was what the church needs, but maybe perhaps—”

same old souls playing different parts (1/2) WIP E eventual sunshine/aurora/cumulus/cirrus ; aurora introduction fic

Aurora is brought into the fold of band ghouls for Papa Emeritus IV's newest tour. “You’re not replacing me,” Sunshine had been quick to assure her, “Your station at the church won’t be threatened. I just…need a break,” she’d murmured a bit tiredly, her bright coppery eyes almost dull. “With how things have been…I’m not in any shape to tour.” Things being the attempt at Papa’s life that Aurora had heard about via the way of whispers within the church. Talk of it being an inside job or something similar was rampant among the halls she frequented.

cold blood, hot love (one shot) E swiss/aeon ; boot humping, sex magic, breath play,

"I bet you're thinking of him now, aren't you?" Aeon asks casually, nudging the toe of his boot against the space between Swiss' knees, "Quintessence ghoul taking care of the hot-tempered multi-ghoul," he smiles, and even though Swiss can't see anything other than the outline of his lips, he knows that Aeon's baring his fangs too, can hear the subtle lisp in his voice. Swiss needs help cooling down. Aeon's there to make sure he's taken care of properly.

hold me beneath the surface (one shot) E Rain/Copia/Aurora ; primal play, non-human ghouls

His first mistake had been his walk down through the forest tonight, during a full moon, despite the warning whispers of the siblings. Copia falls into a lake and has to face the consequences.

either born in hell or heaven sent (one shot) E Copia/Dew ; smut

A moment in a hotel between rituals, Dew and Copia spend a little time together. Copia rolls his eyes but there’s the ghost of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, “You’re only saying that because you don’t want me to call Aether and have him involved in this,” he says, and then he splays his hand out across Dew’s chest, sliding it upwards until its resting casually against the base of his neck, “I know your little tricks, Dewdrop,” he pitches his voice lower, leaning over him in a way that makes him seem bigger, despite their similarities in height. Dew can’t help the way his eyelids droop a bit, the way he tilts his head up as if encouraging Copia’s hand higher, his lips part and he exhales shakily, “You’ve caught me,” he says, squeezing Copia’s waist hard enough to feel the softness give under his fingertips, “I’m trying to keep you all to myself tonight,” he chances a grin, trying for something a little more teasing and a little less sincere.

like a forest fire, you light it and i get excited (one shot) E Swiss/Aeon ; backstage shenanigans

Aeon corners Swiss backstage after a ritual and learns a thing or two about himself.

im a waking hell and the gods grow tired (one shot) M AetherDew ; tour fic, what-if

He flips another page and then sighs, “What are we going to do?” he asks, “The tour starts in three days and we don’t have a rhythm guitarist.” Just days before the Re-Imperatour is set to begin, a cursed mirror throws a wrench into the carefully constructed tour plans.

so take me in turns internally (one shot) E Copia/Aether/Dew ; goodbye smut

Copia and Dew are leaving to go on tour soon. They spend their last night with Aether. And while the whole pack will, of course, miss Aether (and Sunshine, who was also staying behind this time), he’d wanted a night with his mate and his Papa, to properly see them off, one last night for the next many months that they’re away. (Aether already has plans to sneak away midway through the tour to come see a few of the shows, once things at the ministry settle down a bit, but that’s not until later in the summer, and with it only being spring now, time will surely drag on and on and on.)

baby even though you just want to live (one shot) T (p.1 of Necropolis) Copia/Ghouls ; Copia comes back wrong fic

Papa Emeritus IV is murdered and his ghouls bring him back. Only, things aren't the same anymore. A story told in 5 snippets of the struggles of teaching someone to be alive again, but still loving them all the same.

maybe you do have a lot to give (one shot) T (p.2 of Necropolis) Copia/Ghouls ; Copia comes back wrong fic (from Copia's pov)

Papa Emeritus IV is murdered and his ghouls bring him back. This time, from Copia's POV. Oh baby, she coos at him, soft little chirps falling from her lips as her hands come up, brief and only for a moment, to touch his face before they flutter back to her sides, You did so well for me. He can’t find it in himself to ask her if she’s going to touch him again, her hands warm against his cold skin, but he meets her eyes and she beams at him, leaning in to bump her forehead against his gently. A sign of affection. Affection. His breath catches then, hitches in his chest as it dawns on him. Oh.

there we go and here we come (one shot) E CopiaAether ; soft smut

It's quiet, save for the ever growing sound of Copia’s breathing, devolving more and more into heady, breathless pleas as Aether’s mouth follows a path downwards, finding every single spot between his throat and collarbone that make Copia’s fingers press harder and harder into Aether’s skin. A soft moment between Copia and Aether

of course you knew (one shot) E CopiaAether ; soft smut

Copia huffs, using his shoulder to push his way into his quarters, cradling his right hand against his chest to keep from jostling it too much—it wasn’t a terrible injury, just something that’d happened at the tail end of their latest tour, someone had thrown something towards him from the crowd and when he’d caught it, he’d felt a slight pop in his wrist but hadn’t thought much of it as the adrenaline from performing had caused any and all pain to cease to exist in that moment. It was after, as they were loading up onto the bus one last time to be taken to the airport so they could travel back to the Ministry that he’d notice the ache in his wrist, something barely there but persistent; he’d sort of ignored it then, which in hindsight, was probably why he was now without proper use of his right hand for the next few weeks.

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kkmcshouty · 2 years

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Visions - Adie

Word Count: 1003 Canonicity: Dubious Characters: Adeline Colbum (two versions of them in fact), Elymus “K” Pechman, David Alvarez (Note: he’s the one referred to as WLS here, not K) Date Written: August 27th, 2021 Date Posted: May 21st, 2022 Content Warnings: Brief description of a knife, panic, falling from a very high place, and just general unhinged-ness

Series Summary: Visions is a series where past versions of characters meet who they become, for more of the same check out the rest of the series.

Summary: Disclaimer - I use WLS in reference to two different people in this one, the first time is in reference to K, but after Adie wakes up it’s in reference to David who isn’t actually name dropped in this but I love him all the same so I’m putting his name here. Anyway, this is a “what if...?” scenario on what if Adie’s past self, their self uncorrupted by time, were to meet their future self, The General. (For more on The General, click the link to go to the story that’s titled thusly)

Writing Masterpost is here

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Adie checked the time on their brand new datapad, 8:01 AM October 13th 2015, also known as both K’s birthday and the day he was to be announced as protege to the WLS. A big day indeed and Adie wanted to see him off, he was practically their brother after all and they were so proud.

Adie snagged a piece of toast and hopped on their hoverboard rapidly zipping around the familiar buildings of their city and through the building that was under construction that while not allowed, they still loved to weave around dodging the construction robots. They had to pause for a moment in a nearly complete office as a larger robot passed through, blocking the hallway.

Adie checked the time once again; 8:06 AM. They were making great time today, normally this took far longer. They hopped off the hoverboard and walked over to the glass overlooking the city, it was so bright and brilliant, bustling and full of life. They loved looking at this scene from high above like this, they knew there were plenty of problems back on the ground, but up here it was like nothing was wrong, like everything was at peace.

Sure they’d thought about doing something about it, but they were just 18, not a whole lot they could do quite yet.

They reached up to place a hand on the glass, and in an instant it seemed to ripple outward, rapidly becoming covered in grime and the view outside turning to one of ruined buildings with plants beginning to reclaim it all. Adie stumbled backward and straight into someone, they spun around to look but they moved too quick and ended up falling onto the floor.

They winced, they definitely hurt something, but there were bigger things to worry about right now, like the fact that the face of the person now standing in front of them was an all too familiar one that they’d normally only see in a mirror, except they looked like they’d been through hell and back, perhaps several times. Adie couldn’t place what it was but there was also just, something about the way they looked at them that made Adie think that there was something VERY wrong with their double.

This other Adie simply looked at them with cold indifference before muttering more to themselves than Adie, “Hm, a hallucination, a trick or perhaps... reality?” They thought for a moment then everything cold about them seemed to melt away, replaced with the familiar friendly smile Adie knew all too well, “Hi! Need some help there?” They reached out a hand for Adie to take, and Adie hesitantly did, sure that their unease was showing, but not caring when the feel of this other person’s grip made their skin crawl.

The other Adie went to grab Adie’s hoverboard and looked at it for a moment, eyes widening for a moment with sudden realization like something had clicked, though it happened so fast that anyone else probably would have missed it. The other Adie chuckled, and it sounded warm, but Adie could feel it. There was something twisted with this other person and that seemed to become more and more clear with every moment.

The other Adie tossed the hoverboard back over to Adie with a smile, “Nice hoverboard. Custom models are always the best.” Adie simply nodded, wary. “By the way...” The other’s tone stayed even and friendly, but their eyes... Adie practically felt like they were pinned to a wall with a knife at their neck despite this other person being across the room, “...how old are you?”

“E-eighteen...” They stammered out, honestly surprised their voice was still working.

The other laughed, this time not bothering to hide the coldness, “Eighteen, wow.” They moved a hand up to run it through their hair, stopping halfway through, their gaze slightly wild and unfocused, and honestly scaring Adie as their voice got low, “I can’t remember being eighteen. Things must still be good huh? Isn’t the WLS- I mean, Isn’t K’s, protege promotion happening sometime around now?” They practically cackled wildly, any facade of stability now starting to fall away as Adie stepped back, feeling the cold glass behind them.

The other Adie strode straight up to them, and stopping within a hair’s breadth, “Let me give you some advice.” They then slammed their hand into the glass next to Adie’s head and Adie flinched and heard the glass crack but couldn’t bring themselves to move any further as the other Adie leaned into Adie’s ear, “Brace yourself. Things are only going downhill from here.”

With that, the other Adie shattered the glass and Adie fell straight through and into the air, hoverboard in hand but they were still in too much shock to put it on. Who was that? Was it them? But how? Why? What had happened to them? How did they go from who they are now to... that twisted...? Adie closed their eyes, sure they were about to hit the ground.

“-ie! Adie, wake up!” They opened their eyes to see K above them, the WLS a little ways away both looking at them with concern.

“What just...?” Adie’s head and back were pounding like they had actually hit the ground, but nothing seemed to be actually injured.

K gently helped them up, “You got here and suddenly passed out, are you okay?” His eyes were full of concern, Adie glanced at the WLS, K must trust him quite a bit to allow it to show.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, I must’ve descended on my board too quickly or something...” They smiled and put a hand on K’s head to which he protested about messing up his hair like usual, making the WLS chuckle. No use worrying K, he’s got enough on his plate without having to think about some strange vision or whatever that was, but what the other Adie had said... It was hard to say that it didn’t bother them.

#KK's Writing #Adeline Colbum #Elymus K Pechman #David Alvarez #Soular Flare #Adeline #Adie #The General #Elymus #K #The WLS #Visions #You know I think this series is the only time I tend to visit just how utopian earth was when K and Adie were kids #like wow- these two REALLY fucked up society afterward

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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harmless (v)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, ghosts, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, rats

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: why did i like this chapter sm someone explain. anyway!! y’all are so passionate about these two i love it mwah

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

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He dislikes the subway.

Other than his other valid reason to have disdain for trains, the subway is dark, it’s shady and he’s sure he’s seen rodents fight to the death here on several occasions.

Still, he’s following you down the stairs of the station, watching as you whistle along to the song blasting through your headphones. There’s a backpack swung over your shoulders, hands stuffed into the pocket of your hoodie and converse doing a skip every now and then. There’s a bandana that’s tied across your face, acting as a mask to hide your identity.

He realises that you’re dressed like a commuter. Were you going to dress the part every single time?

You walk along with the crowd. He follows, a few feet away.

Until you stop. He abruptly stops too, leading someone to walk right into him.

“Watch it, dumbass,” they hiss with the courage of someone who has no idea who he is. He ignores them.

He looks on as you dig around your backpack and pull out a roll of paper. A poster, he realises soon when you peel off a layer from the back and press it to the wall.

Was it legal to put up posters in the subway? He wasn’t quite sure.

He observes as you turn around and continue down the path. He waits a few seconds before trailing up to the poster.

Volunteers needed!

If you’re interested in being turned into a ghost for a couple of hours, this is your chance! Should be okay with being on camera so that we can make money off of taped paranormal sightings.

Paid opportunity. You get to pick your outfit. Randos don’t apply.

He yanks the poster of the wall before continuing down the same place you did.

He finds another poster along the way. He doesn’t hesitate in pulling it down. You were advocating to kill people.

He knows he’s going in the right direction because more posters creep up along the wall.

The both of you are on the platform by now but to him, something changes about the placement of the posters. They were growing in frequency, the distance between them decreasing as they were situated close to each other.

He pauses in front of the next one, hand hovering over the paper.

All it reads is ‘STOP’.

He furrows his eyebrow, pulling it down before peering over at the next one.

‘TAKING’, is all that it says.

It doesn’t take him very long to make his way through all the posters in the hallway.

‘THESE’

‘DOWN’

The train’s arrived by now but a quick scan over the crowd and he knows that you haven’t entered. That, and he knew that you were too dramatic to leave without a trace or a small conversation with him.

‘DICKHEAD’

Tasteful, he thinks.

“It took effort to make them, stop ruining it,” you whine from the end of the hallway. It’s empty, given that rush hour was over a while ago.

Even though the mask covers half your face, it’s obvious that there is mischief etched under it. The twinkle in your eye is telling.

“You’re literally killing people.” He holds up the poster. Not the ‘dickhead’ one. He pockets that for later.

He knows there are a few minutes before the next train arrives and more people flood the station. The eccentricity of today lay in the lighting from the incandescent lamps and acoustics of the platform. It made his voice echo like a movie scene.

“I very much am not,” you huff.

“You’re turning them into ghosts. That’s what a murderer does,” he says pointedly.

“Well, only if you keep saying it like that. You’re making me look bad.” You cross your arms across your chest. “What are you, Fox News?”

A scurry next to him earns his attention. Two rats nibble at a piece of fallen food. He wonders when they’ll starting brawling.

“Explain this.” He waves the poster around. He isn’t taking it too lightly he hopes. If it’s actual murder then it’s going to be an issue.

You pull out a black cylinder, slightly bigger than a pen. He can’t really see any more details, but you hold onto it like a wand.

“I’m turning them into ghosts. I’ll post videos of them doing stupid shit. I get famous and then boom, cash money.” You rub your index finger and thumb together. “I’ll give you a share if you volunteer.”

“You’re not explaining the death part.”

He can feel it. You’re about to start derailing.

“Winter Soldier, the ghost story. Literally.” You grin, yanking down the mask from your face to prove it. It pools around your neck. “That’s so funny, c’mon, it’d be amazing.”

It’s been years since he’s heard that. Never in this context.

“No,” he says sternly, “and I’m going to have to bring you in if you’re going to kill people.”

The rats were ignoring everything that was going down like the hardened criminals that they were. They had probably seen worse. He can’t stop paying attention to them.

“I’m not killing them, bro.” You raise your hands in exclamation. “I’m just moving some molecules around, some frequency shit. They’re alive, just ghosts.”

He’s always been one for science. Straight As throughout high school, attended science conventions as a hobby, alive even at 100 through some mad experimentation, definitely seen some weird shit during his lifetime.

But this doesn’t make sense.

“No,” he repeats. “Give me the thing.”

“Fine, I’ll show you.” You roll your eyes. “Since you have absolutely no faith in me.”

He does a quick review of his surroundings.

No one’s around, which is good.

But that just leaves him in front of you, which is bad.

“Don’t you even thin-” he starts, muscles tensing as he shifts into a defensive stance.

You whip out the little pen thing from beside you but before he can react you turn around and duck.

The click of a button releases a bright light, small but intensely stronger than the fluorescents in the station.

He reels back, feet carrying him away from where you’re crouched. His eyes quickly look down at his body.

Nothing’s changed.

He lifts his hand to check, runs it over his face. Still alive. He thinks.

“Behold,” you declare, “Ghost rat.”

He looks to where you’re pointing. The two rats from earlier were still nibbling on their food but something was off about them.

He could see the faint outline of the tiles on the wall behind them, almost like they were... translucent.

You aimed at the rats, not him. He doesn’t know whether to feel relieved or annoyed at the fake threat.

He watches as they move. They don’t look hurt or injured.

“Cool, huh?” you say smugly.

He can’t stop staring at them.

“Bring them back.”

“They’re fine, look how abstract it is.”

“Bring back the rats.” He can’t believe this is what his life has come to.

Bucky Barnes, Rodent Protector.

You aren’t fazed by his indifference, instead wonder filled eyes gaze at the animals. “Astral mice, sarge. Embrace the miracle of modern science.”

“You killed them.”

“They’re alive, they’re just ghosts.” You raise a finger to point. “Look, they’re still eating. Biological functions are still taking place.”

Which was true. But still. He doesn’t know what is going on.

“Bring them back to... non-ghost alive.”

“You sure you don’t want one? That one kinda looks like you.” One hardened glare after you realise the answer. “Jeez, alright then.”

You dig through your bag before pulling out a matte black replica of your current invention.

“Sexy colours, right?” You hold them up. “I modelled them after your arm.”

He looks down. Sure enough the gold and black matched his cybernetic limb. It was oddly flattering.

“Say thank you, Y/N, for letting me be your muse-”

“Un-ghost the rats.”

“Ungrateful,” you narrow your eyes at him.

Still, you comply with his demands, ducking down to their level again.

A click of the button, a bright light and the rats are back to normal. Non-transparent normal.

“Okay, give me that.” He takes a step towards you.

“Nuh uh.” You pull your arm back. His mouth twitches at your response; what are you, five?

The black one is stuffed back into your bag but you wave around the gold like a threat.

He sighs, making a pass for it. In a second his arm is twisted and shoved against his back, forcing him to spin so that he’s facing away from you. His eyes widen.

What the fuck?

“Now we’re having a good time,” you whisper into this ear.

He swiftly turns around, grabbing your wrist to rotate his own out of your grip.

“Since when can you fight?” he asks.

“Are we getting to know each other now?” You raise your leg to give him a semi gentle kick in the side, using his momentary distraction in blocking it to give him a knock on the head with your free hand. “This is so romantic, sarge.”

There’s a low rumble in the distance and he knows the train would soon start pulling into the station. It was still a distance away, but his heightened senses warned him that it wouldn’t take much time.

He groans. How much longer would he have to go at this?

He could easily win this fight and he knew it. But something in him itched, pulled him back from doing it.

He blocks another attempt at his head. “Stop that.”

You grin. “You know what’d be fun?”

He knows you’d reply even if he didn’t encourage it. The lights from the train light up the tunnel around the corner.

“This.” You don’t give him a second to recover before you flick your wrist away from him.

The device flies out of your hand and right onto the track. The both of you watch, you in glee, he in horror, as the train runs right over it, unleashing the brightest light he had ever seen. His eyes shut instinctively before it blinds him.

He forces himself to pry open his eyelids, look at the damage caused.

The train, sure enough, is translucent. He can see the posters on the other side of the platform through the carriage, through various people holding onto the poles for support or seated on the seats.

“Ghost train!” you cheer. He’s mortified.

“Fuck no,” he mumbles, yanking the backpack off your shoulder. He rummages through it, looking for the gold version.

“You lookin’ for this?” you ask nonchalantly, holding it up in your hand like it isn’t the solution to stopping a bunch of ghosts from wandering around New York.

“Turn them back.” He gives you a chance.

“Do it yourself, coward.” You grin, holding it above your head. The train is going to stop and he needs everyone to be alive and non-ghost before they leave.

He doesn’t wait this time, instead turning to you. The thing is still held in your grip above your head. He rolls his eyes, doing a quick assessment before grabbing your free hand, tugging you closer and plucking the device out of your hand before you have the opportunity to retract it.

“Great, now figure out which button to press.” You’re dangerously close to him. He can feel your hoodie brush against his tactical jacket. “Also if you wanted to be all pressed up against me, you could have just asked.”

He furrows his eyebrows, letting go of you as you give a loud laugh. He looks down at the device. It has several buttons, littering up and down the side. Each look the same.

The train’s slowing down.

“They’re both the same device; this version is not a magical solution to the other one. If you press the wrong button then both of us are going to be fucked.”

The last carriage is getting closer.

“Say I win this round and I’ll fix it.”

There’s a gleam in your eye. He knew this was exactly what you wanted.

He wishes he was as stubborn as Steve, just run through each button until the right one worked.

“You win this one.” He hands it back. He wasn’t like Steve and judging by the number of items the idiot jumped out of planes without a parachute on a daily basis, Bucky was glad about it. At least Bucky did it sporadically.

“Yay, two each for the both of us, then,” you say, taking it from him and twisting, eyes running down the sides. “Close your eyes, old man, or else your cataract’s gonna get worse.”

Right as the train pulls to a stop, you press down on the button before throwing it and the blinding light that emanates from it. It lands on the top of the train right as the doors open.

The passengers start stepping out. Some of them are looking at their hands and legs in a little disbelief, most just push through the crowd to leave.

He can’t see through them. It’s a good sign.

He turns to look at you but you’re not there. Instead, the weight of the small device weighs down in his pocket.

The sound of a thud on glass draws his attention.

He looks up at the train. The window of the carriage in front of him has a bit of fog on it. You trace a heart in the condensation and blow him a kiss before pulling your mask back on.

The train starts moving, leaving him alone in the platform again with your invention.

He lets out an exhale, wandering outside to grab a sandwich before waiting to catch the next train to go home.

Later in the evening, he catches hold of a bit of tape and the ‘Dickhead’ poster finds a place on Sam’s door.

He doesn’t appreciate it.

So now it’s tucked away in the shelf of Bucky’s bedside table along with a freeze ray, a ghost-inator, and some discount Pym Particles.

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ANON ASKS:

could i get some yan dimitri from fe3h? maybe pre time skip puppy love ;w;

I AS MUCH AS I LOVE FLUFFY CAPE DIMA, PRE-TIMESKIP PUPPY LOVE DIMA IS FAR SUPERIOR.

Pre-timeskip Yandere Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd x Reader

This is in HC format.

The reader is gender neutral.

Content warning: obsessive behavior, delusional themes, overprotective behavior, slightly aggressive behavior.

ARCHIVED POST. @clusterfuck-yandere IS MY NEW BLOG.

PLEASE DO NOT SEND REQUESTS ON THIS BLOG.

— His obsession with you on your birthday.

You nearly forgot about the professor inviting you to have tea, which is why you found yourself running through the halls of Garreg Mach in hopes that you wouldn’t be late.

Being in such a hurry meant you didn’t slow down while rounding the corner.

And that’s how you ran into him.

Both of you stumbled backwards, blinking from the initial shock of the collision. A quick apology was about to leave your lips before you realized who you ran into;

Prince Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd.

Your mind completely halted.

Uh-oh.

“Y-Your highness,” you stuttered, immediately standing upright. “I’m— I apologize! I didn’t see where I was going, and…”

You trailed off when you noticed how he was staring at you.

It was… weird.

Like he was shocked or in a dazed state.

Worried he hit his head, you took a step closer to get a better look at him.

“Your highness?”

When you reached to put a hand on his shoulder, you could feel his entire body tense as his cheeks flushed.

That’s when the prince’s retainer — Dedue, you remember — appeared, worry written all over his face.

“Your highness,” he softly began, “are you alright?”

Fortunately, the presence of his retainer seemed to snap the blonde out of his trance. “H-Huh? Oh—! Yes… yes, I am.”

The Duscuran turned towards you with a blank expression. “What happened?”

“I was in a rush,” you started, “and—”

“It’s alright,” Dimitri quickly interrupted. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

The look he gave you was… well… you didn’t know how to explain it.

“I should’ve been more careful. I’m terribly sorry, your highness.” You gave a polite bow to further your apology.

“All is well,” the prince assured, smile slightly bigger than normal. “I should’ve been more careful as well.”

He continued to stare at you with… those eyes.

Awkwardly, you decide to take your leave, still feeling his gaze on you.

You didn’t even hear what he said to his retainer.

“Dedue… I think I found my betrothed…!”

— If you weren’t in the Blue Lions house before, expect to be recruited by Professor Byleth on behalf of Dimitri.

It was shocking to hear that the Prince of Faerghus specifically wanted you.

I mean, the only interaction you had was when you ran into him on your birthday. Maybe the professor had the wrong person?

“Nope,” Byleth said. “Dimitri asked for you. He said you would be valuable to the Blue Lions.”

You could only blankly stare at the professor. Maybe Dimitri has watched you train?

If you were to take up on the offer, expect a celebration thrown in your favor; not only because the other Blue Lions want the latest recruit to feel welcomed, but because the prince specifically ordered it.

If you were to decline the offer, expect to see other Blue Lion members try to convince you to reconsider.

“The prince really wants you to join,” Ashe will reason with you.

“His highness probably has the hots for you,” Sylvain will wink.

“Prince Dimitri is really nice,” Mercedes will try to persuade you.

If you still decline, Dimitri’s not afraid to go straight to Rhea and demand you get moved to the Blue Lions.

It might sound crazy, but he’s got a few cards up his sleeve to convince the Archbishop.

He is the soon-to-be King of Faerghus, after all…

— He used to write you love letters all the time.

The first time you received one made you feel flattered.

It talked about how wonderful you were, and your eyes were pretty.

But as more and more showed up at your door, they began to sound more… well.. creepy.

“Your skin feels like porcelain, and I wish to feel it every day.”

“You smell like my every daydream, and I wish to never stop smelling you.”

“Your naked form is that of an angel’s, and I would do anything to bask in its glory.”

But the one that really made your skin crawl was the following;

“You look like the most peaceful river when you sleep.”

Since the letters were anonymous, you had no idea who was sending you the creepy messages.

All you could to was go to the professor, who talked to the other teachers about it.

The result was a lecture given to each house about harassment.

The teachers made it a point that “sending nonstop letters about how you want to stroke someone’s hair” was under the harassment umbrella.

It actually helped; the letters stopped immediately after.

If only you saw the guilty look on Dimitri’s face during the lecture.

— He tries his best to be helpful for you.

And, to his credit, you do appreciate how you can always depend on him.

But it can get a bit… overbearing… at times.

It’s like you can’t do anything for yourself.

Picking up books, writing notes, opening doors, don’t even try to do your chores. He’s got it all covered for you.

And don’t even think about going on the battlefield.

Dear goddess, he will throw a fit.

“You shouldn’t! It’s too dangerous for you!!”

It’s obvious the prince has a soft spot for you (to which Sylvain teases him for).

Some even hold a grudge against you for it.

But don’t worry. No one’s allowed to be rude to you.

Not when Dimitri’s giving them death stares

And poor Dedue has to follow orders without question.

“Make sure nothing happens to (Y/N),” Dimitri will say on a daily basis.

Usually, he hates giving his retainer official orders.

When it comes to you, however, he has to make an exception.

How else is he going to guarantee your safety?

— He tries to get into your room while you’re asleep.

It was only him standing at your door for the longest time, but he’s recently been getting apprehensive about not seeing you.

He simply has to see your face.

Ever since the letters, however, you’ve been locking your room at night…

Yeah, that won’t stop Dimitri.

It’s easy for him to break the doorknob and enter your room.

He tries to be as quiet as possible, sneaking into your room and standing at the foot of your bed to watch you.

He has to hold his hand over his mouth so you don’t hear his heavy breaths.

You’re just so perfect…

Perfect for him…

You’re honestly everything he could ever hope for.

It takes everything in his power to not jump into the bed with you and hold you close.

He’s gone by the morning, giving a guilty glance towards the doorknob on his way out.

He also tries to close the door as quietly as possible… as if you’re not going to notice how the doorknob’s completely fucked.

It’ll literally the first thing you see in the morning.

You’re not sure what exactly happened to it, since it wasn’t like that in the morning??

It definitely leaves you uneasy. What if somebody…?

No, that wouldn’t happen…

Not at Garreg Mach…

… right?

— He’s in complete shambles any time you touch him.

And it could be the smallest touch, too.

Handing him something and your hands brush together? His heart his racing.

Giving him a pat on his back? His face is completely red.

Bumping shoulders by accident through the corridors? His stomach leaps into his chest.

After any sort of physical contact he has with you, he’ll gush to Dedue about how wonderful you are, and how he doesn’t deserve such an angel.

Poor Dedue has to uncomfortably listen to him go on and on about you just even looking at the prince.

And, don’t get me wrong, he’s excited his liege is in love.

It’s just… well…

Sylvain puts it the best.

“He’s like some lovesick puppy when it comes to that (Y/N) person!”

It also doesn’t help that he hears the prince mumbling about you while staring off into space.

“I can’t wait for us to be wed, my (Y/N)… it’ll be the happiest day of our lives…!!”

Dedue can only stare at Dimitri like, I think that’s planning a bit to far ahead…

Again, he’s excited for his liege…

… but he’s also worried…

— He suddenly becomes extremely possessive of you.

It was like a flip switched in Dimitri’s mind.

Sylvain and Ingrid were talking about how impressive your new combat technique was (not that you would be able to use it in battle), and Dimitri began talk about how amazing you are.

“Sylvain let’s a chortle escape his lips. “You know, for someone who does nothing but talk about them, I’m surprised you haven’t ask them out yet.”

The redhead then began to talk about how he can be Dimitri’s wingman, but the prince wasn’t listening. He was too preoccupied with the horrifying realization that you two weren’t officially together.

He spent all of this time fantasizing about you, he’s neglected to actually profess his love to you..!

What if someone tries to take you away from him because they think you’re available?!

He walks away from the conversation and immediately looks for you.

He has to let you know he loves you!!

When he finds you, however, his throat becomes dry and his hands start fidgeting…

He suddenly remembered why he hasn’t professed his love to you yet…

Your very presence causes him to feel absolutely weak.

Which is why he makes sure no one is a potential love interest for you.

And I mean no one.

Teachers, his friends, even Dedue.

Your eyes have to be on him and him alone!

He’s now by your side 24/7, making sure no one’s making advances on his betrothed.

No one’s allowed to flirt with you, touch you, or even look at you a certain way. Unless they want a Lance to be pointed at them, it’s probably best they stay stay away from you…

It’s like you have your own guard dog…

And it’s kind of awkward to have a guard dog who has his own guard dog…

— He can be absolutely fucking terrifying.

Say someone isn’t leaving you alone.

They keep glancing at you from across the classroom, constantly try to get your attention, flirt with you…

… despite Dimitri’s constant death flares towards them…

Yeah. Pray for them.

He’s not afraid to pick someone up by their neck, holding them in the air as his expression grows dark.

“I’d suggest you stop harassing (Y/N),” he’ll warn them. “Your constant pestering isn’t wanted here.”

Onlookers will watch this scene on fold with pure shock.

What the hell did that person do to get the prince so mad??

The poor student will vigorously nod (well, as best as they can with their neck being squeezed), running off as soon as they’re dropped to the floor.

And all you and Dedue can do is just share a nervous glance.

What the fuck has gotten into the prince?!

He’s usually not so confrontational, and he hates creating scenes…

Why on earth would he do something like that over a student just trying to talk to you??

Afterwards, he’ll return to normal, staring at you with those lovesick eyes as he talks about your excellent job on the exam.

The atmosphere will return to normal after a bit, but you’ll never forget how dark his eyes got when he did that…

And goddess forbid if that student tries to talk to you again.

Expect to never see that student again.

A search party will go out for them, guards will question students about their last known whereabouts, it’s an extremely big deal at Garreg Mach.

No student has ever mysteriously vanished before…

You can’t help but shake the feeling…

No…

It can’t be…

But, then again…

Things suddenly start to make sense in your mind.

Those love letters that you received a while ago….

You know, during the same time Dimitri suddenly became so helpful to you…

Your doorknob always being broken…

You know, during the same time Dimitri started to be at your side 24/7…

That student going missing…

You know, during the same time Dimitri held them by their neck after “harassing you…”

Oh god.

You remember just how calm Dimitri was during the entire search.

He said something along the lines of, “maybe they went somewhere they shouldn’t of… or did something they shouldn’t of.”

Did the prince really do something to them…?

Anytime you would ask him about the disappearance, he would get this guilty look.

But not like a criminal kind of guilty;

It was like a dog who did something bad.

No matter how hard he tried to dodge the question, you knew he had something to do with it…

There was no doubt about it.

— Overall, a happy Dimitri is a stable Dimitri.

All he wants to do it be by your side, making sure you’re safe and sound.

He would never do anything to hurt you; that would be his nightmare.

He thinks of you as some sort of deity that saved his life (despite doing nothing that causes a debt for him to repay).

He’s waiting for the day he can officially bring you home so you can be married.

It’s your destiny to be his betrothed whether you know it or not. As long as you don’t have eyes for another, everything will be fine.

Make sure you do everything according to his fantasies about you.

Accept his flowers with a gracious smile.

Allow him to help you with chores and domestic task (like the good soon-to-be-husband he is).

Say yes to him when he eventually gathers enough courage to ask you out.

If you don’t, it’ll be hell for everyone else…

As time passes, you’ll be the only thing that keeps Dimitri semi-sane.

It’s a burden that you must carry if you know what’s good for the sake of everyone around you.

You’re his angel; his everything.

So make sure to play part when he’s at his worst.

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hullo, hope ur having a great day. Do you know that thing where people’s girlfriend shows their boyfriend how a tampon works? Like they demonstrate using a bottle and show their boyfriends, can I have that for the big three? ty and godbless 😚

how it works

character(s) : midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki

legend : [Y/N = your name] quirk not specific, i used they/them pronouns but Y/N has a 🐱

headcanon type : crack (literally one mildy dirty joke from bakugou but that’s it)

note(s) : anon specified that they meant the main three in another message so,, do not be confused with that part. uhh i don’t use tampons either so how they worked really confused me 💀

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midoriya izuku

to start off with this post, i’d say you’d have to show him. like— he’s not the type to straight up ask you how a tampon works

but he is kinda curious so..

he lives with his mom, and only his mom. so it’s not like periods are a totally foreign subject to him. BUT HIS MOM DIDN’T SHOW HIM HOW TAMPONS WORK

and he didn’t have any female friends, or any girlfriends before you so.. yeah.

moving on, he’ll get all red and flustered when you first ask him-

“izuku, do you know how tampons work?” it was wrong of you to ask him while he was STUDYING

“t-tampons??” he’ll immediately drop his pen, the blood rushing to his cheeks immediately.

but, because izuku is quite CURIOUS, he’ll say yes. he probably wouldn’t have gotten the guts to ask you upfront anyway

you prepare a clear reusable cup, and you’d fill it with water as you get ready the tampon

“ok, so this is how it works.”

you say that as a warning, just before you plung the tampon into the water

and izuku’s there, nodding— waiting for you to demonstrate to him how it works he sounded really excited NJWJDWJ

anyways, you dip the tampon into the water— and izuku’s eyes widen like saucers when he sees it EXPAND

holding it up, you show him what it looks like, the size of the tampon expanding twice it’s size in a matter of seconds.

“o-oh.” izuku lets out, startled.

he’ll start glancing back and forth between the wall, and the soaked material— clearly flustered, and also unsure what he’s looking at.

“does it really get that big?” he asks in a whisper like tone, as if he didn’t want anyone to hear him

and you just nod, amused by izuku’s face— which is literally like this 😳

needless to say, he has a lot of respect for you. especially if you can use tampons so casually

but at least he knows how it works, but this will probably keep him awake at night for a bit

out of all of the characters in this list, he’s the most mortified (in a way) it’s almost amusing.

todoroki shouto

shouto will just straight up ask you himself.

pure definition of shower thoughts. he thinks a lot in the shower (thus why he’s kind of a conspiracy theorist.)

so he probably thought of that during the shower— and he didn’t really wanna ask just any of his girl classmates.

yeah, he has a sister. but all she ever did was disappear for a few days once a month,

he obviously has his mother too, he wasn’t exactly close to her either because he was isolated from his mom, and even his own siblings

but then he remembers he has you, his s/o so..

he immediately rushing towards you, entering your room in his usual manner, asking you how it works (with his blunt nature of course)

and you’re just like 🤠❓❓ “..why do you wanna know”

shouto just tilts his head, “i thought of it during the shower.” his curiosity quite raw “and.. i have no one else to ask.”

and you can tell he means well so.. you kiss his cheek and stand up “alright! follow me.”

fastforward, you sit on the counter as you fill a clear glass with water, while you prepare the tampon

“you ready, shou?” again, you say that as if you were warning him— but he only nods, watching attentively to see what would happen.

you dip the tampon in the cup, and it immediately absorbs the water— expanding by a lot

the color in shouto’s face drains, and he’s just there like 😦 “woah.”

“it expanded by a lot.”

“yeah, it does that.”

“can you feel it when it expands?” shouto asks, holding the string to check how heavy it is

and unlike the other two in this list, he’s brave enough to actually hold the string, not disgusted whatsoever

“hm.. i don’t know? it feels normal.” you shrug, opting to just look at shouto’s reaction

“i see.” he nods, “thanks, Y/N.” he kisses your cheek, before hoisting you off the counter

he’s glad he knows but.. he has a lot of respect for you if you can wear one every month.

homeboy just thought it just stayed like that the entire time

out of all of the boys, he’s more chill— seeing that for the first time. but he’ll probably ask if you want to use pads out of concern NWNSNSJZ

bakugou katsuki

no.

nope.

he does not want to know.

it probably came across his mind a couple of times before, but as of now? he’s not curious. not in the slightest

it’s not like he thinks periods and tampons are gross. he respects you for dealing with that shit— but he’s just not curious.

on the contrary, you still ask him if he wants to know how tampons work.

in this case, you use pads— but you already know it expands to that size already.

“kats, are you curious as to how tampons work?” you ask him one day, when you guys are just relaxing in your room

he turns his head slowly, looking at you in the eye “... no.”

“why though??”

“don’t you just plug ‘em in, and then take it out?” katsuki rolls his eyes as if it was that simple

“it’s not that simple though,”

“i still don’t wanna know.” katsuki insists, voice gruff “actually.. why are you asking me? don’t ‘cha use pads or some shit?”

he’s right but you choose to ignore him

“so you wanna die one day, knowing you don’t know how tampons work?” you tease, grinning at him

he only rolls his eyes. he doesn’t really want to know, but again— he can’t really resist you anyway

so he finally says yes. “fineee. but make it quick.”

moments later, you’re in the bathroom, filling a clear cup with water. katsuki just stands by the door way, watching you prepare the items

for dramatic effect, you added red food coloring, which earned a scoff from your boyfriend “what’s the food coloring for?”

“dramatic effect. and also accuracy.” bakugou only grimaces

you tell him to go closer, moments before you show him “okay. you’re about to see how this works.”

“just get on with it,” he says, feigning impatience— but you know he’s actually watching

you dip it in, and katsuki had to do a literal double take— watching how a small cylinder turned into a weird.. red floppy sponge

bakugou’s standing there, a hand on his hip like 🤨 “what am i even looking at?” his ears cringe at the sound of it dripping back into the cup

and your face is just 😟 huh BECAUSE YOU USE PADS AJDJWJSJ

“i.. don’t know??” you laugh at his reaction, and he honestly doesn’t wanna hold it even though he knows it’s just water with food coloring

“it was literally a cylinder a second ago.” he comments outloud, brows furrowed and face contorted in utter confusion.

“i know right?” you comment in amusement, “i mean.. i knew how it works but i never saw this in person.”

“ah yeah, it’s because you use diapers.”

katsuki teases. you know he’s just joking, but you still glare at him like 👺

and he just holds his hands up in resignation “sorry.”

in short, it was quite weird to see it expand in real time. but at least bakugou katsuki knows how tampons work.

“but i’m still bigger.” katsuki kisses your temple, before turning around and exiting the bathroom— going back to your bed.

you’re appalled.

»»————-　♡　————-««

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Madness // Damiano David

words // 1078

warnings // ig bad writing? I kind of found it hard to finish this I don't know why

pairing // Damiano David x GN!Reader

author's note // this is not my most proud work but I hope you enjoy this loves. requests are open if you have any more ideas, i post daily for the time being. let me know if you want to be tagged and yeah...

request // yes, here

summary // Reader has spend a little too much time on tik tok lately and they got the brilliant idea to prank Damiano when he comes home that day. Now Damiano thinks he is in trouble and does everything to redeem himself over this unknown bad deed.

When your partner is in the entertainment business - and in this case having become an international superstar seemingly over night - you spend a lot of your time alone, in an empty house. It is always full of time apart, quick calls and short messages over time, but when you get the chance to be together, the time you have is all the sweeter.

At first it was Eurovision, was only going to be a short time away, full of facetime calls and late night texts. But then they won, so then it was a European tour. The time Damiano and I had spent close to each other in the past months was minimal. Coming back home did not make much of a difference. There was always an interview, a show, a writing session that kept him away. As a result most of my free time was spent on social media apps, like instagram or tik tok.

An increasing thing on the last app was pranks on partners. From small to big, they range, but regardless they kept popping on my feed. Recently, as in the past few days, a common prank was calling your partner by their name. Many caught on quickly, others wouldn't figure out what was happening until the plan was revealed to them. Since being exposed to the idea, and due to the irritation of being constantly alone, I decided it was a good idea.

If I was being honest, I wanted to “nudge” Damiano a bit. I understood how important his job is for him, but I missed him. I wanted to do some thing with my lover, even if it was a stupid prank and I was pretty determined.

As he came home that day my little devious plan was set in motion.

"Hey, dolce baby, I'm back." Damiano is the type to always have a sweet or weird nickname to say to me. Very rarely would he use the same one twice. He would accompany his nicknames with a little touch. Sometimes it would be a hug -like in this moment- when he came home, others it would be a small pat on the thigh or what not.

"Hey, Damiano. How was the writing session today? Did you guys finish that song that was troubling you?" Well, you are troubling me, is what his mind wanted him to scream, but he kept up his pet names, trying not to worry about that too much.

"Si, mi amore della vita, mi dolce angelo." His words always escaped him like honey on a sore throat. Soft tone, soft words but a slightly raspy voice. Showering me with nicknames made him also shower me with kisses. If anything is wrong, that will at least show me their feelings, he thought. (love of my life, my sweet angel)

"Oh, good. Vic told me it had gotten you guys all grumpy not being able to finish it."

Now he was starting to be concerned. His mind was racing to all the worst case scenarios. Maybe he had done something? Maybe he woke me up when he left that morning? He didn’t know what to think but one thing was sure, something was wrong.

“Sei bene amore?” He asked, voice still calm, not letting his thoughts get the best of his words.(are you ok love?)

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? I am actually doing pretty good today, thanks for asking.”

He was flabbergasted. I was calm, I was not mad, I said I was alright. Why were there no cute names? What had he done?

After that Damiano said nothing and plainly moved away from you, clearing his head with a shower before figuring out his next move. He didn’t want to worry too much. If anything we had perfect communication in the relationship, but he couldn’t help it really. Thus, getting out of the shower was quite the task in that moment. His thoughts couldn’t settle, couldn’t figure out what to say or do… He was frustrated, over nothing, he kept telling himself. The best idea that popped in his head was to take me out, maybe on a short walk and then he would improvise when there.

The walk was a perfect idea to me! It made me think my plan was giving me really good results. He realized my plan and understood I missed him, no? In my head, every thing was working perfectly; until we got on that walk.

Damiano was spoiling me especially this afternoon. It started with something small, like some ice cream I said I craved. He all but jumped to the shop near by to get me some. But it got progressively bigger, going as far as offering to buy me some earrings he saw in a store we passed by. It was not uncommon for him to buy things out of the blue, but never like this, never all together.

“Ok, what is in your mind?” I asked, sitting us both down on a bench.

Although he tried to keep it in, his composure fell and he finally spoke what he had been thinking the whole time: “Are you mad at me?”

“What? No?! Damiano, why would you think that?”

"You are calling me Damiano since I came back." He voiced his name with such disgust, as if uttering that word was poisonous. It would be funny if I was not feeling guilty.

"Is that not your name, though? Did you change it and didn't inform me?"

"You know what I mean, Y/N. You never call me Damiano unless you're sad or mad, so what is wrong? I miss the pet names," he said while holding my hands, never breaking eye contact with my, his eyes digging through mine for the answer he was seeking.

"You always call me some sort of cute name! I look forward to it coming home, when ever I am with you. What did I do?" He sounded worried, truly concerned and sad from the name.

"Amore mio, no. Oh, I am sorry-"

"No, no I am sorry, baby. I don't know what I did right now but I can-"

"Damiano, you didn't do anything!"

"Chè?"

"You didn't do anything. I just wanted to prank you, baby. I am so sorry. I didn't know you would react like this!"

"Oh, thank god!" In seconds his lips were on mine, giving a sweet peck and holding me close.

“I got worried I did something to hurt you, amore. Never prank me like this again.”

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