#to just throw out another couple random notes. watching it for the first time in like 6 yrs having a great time towards the end of fotr

[hoaxriot]

CONEY ISLAND

pairings. sirius black x reader

synopsis. everyone was gone, dead. your grief wouldn’t go away as your husband was now in azkaban for the murder of everyone you loved.

notes. i need to stop getting inspiration from songs but i continue to do so, here’s this sad one. it’s short but whatever!!

part two.

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a month ago you had buried yet another loved one, james and lily potter. they were killed while harry— their kid, watched his mother die and he had somehow survived. sirius and you became his godparents but you had not been able to take him in, sadly.

only remus, mary, and you were left. mary left right after the funeral as remus stayed as you two helped each other.

sirius whom you fell in love with in early years of hogwarts who then became your husband after school was now in azkaban for the murder of all your friends. that was what ruined you, your loving husband killed his best friends. he even killed marlene’s family? it didn’t make sense. nothing ever made sense since the war started.

you were now walking down a trail that lead to a lake where sirius used to bring you, it was a five minute walk from the home you shared with him. as you stepped over a broken rock a memory popped into your mind that made tears prick your eyes.

“holy shit!” sirius laughed as you sat on the floor after falling on a broken rock, he continued to laugh as he leaned down next to you, “are you okay, darling?” looking up from the ground to see him grinning, you hit his shoulder making his smile drop quickly before he let out a gasp.

“why are you smiling? your wife just fell!” you said as you stood up with him behind you, he coughed trying to cover up a laugh. you scoffed jokingly before you face dropped as he picked you up throwing you over his shoulder.

he continued down the trail as you gripped on the back of his jacket, your dress was slowly sliding up causing him to grip the bottom of it pulling it down even though no body was around.

sirius stopped right by the lake where the water was at, he gently put you down in front of him. smiling up at him as his smile grew. you leaned on the tip of your toes to kiss him. the kiss was quick but it still meant everything.

pulling away he intertwined your fingers as he started to pull you down waterline.

snapping out of the memory as you now found yourself sitting down at a bench where you sat many times with sirius. it felt like you were grieving him, but he was still alive. though he was sitting in a cell, where did he go? the sirius you knew. constantly wondering that almost every second of every day.

more people had found out about the small place so there was familes and couples around you as you tried cancel out the noise. your long flannel hugged your body as the sun started to as the sun went down and the temperature got colder. you already felt cold almost every day, so many pieces of you were gone, you didn’t know if you could ever gain them back.

you don’t know how long you sat there but a loud laugh caught your attention, turning your head to the side to see a couple sitting on a blanket with a small kid with them. you watched as the kid stood up and walked to the father, it looked like it was the first kids steps due to the parent’s reaction. closing your eyes turning your head back to the lake as silent tears fell down your pink cheeks. people started to leave as it got colder, but if you could stay here forever you could.

hearing leaves crunch behind you but not turning around thinking it was just another random person. until you heard a familiar voice speak your name, turning around to see remus lupin with his hands in his jacket pockets. he sighed as he made his way around the bench to sit down beside you.

“how long have you been here? you worried me when i came by and you weren’t there.” he kept his voice soft as he saw the stray tears on your face, you lived a couple houses down from remus so he often came by. he stayed the night a lot of nights since most nights you cried yourself to sleep.

“i don’t know,” sighing as you brought your hand to wipe the tears, “i just- i don’t want to be in that house anymore.” remus frowned at the words that spilled out of your mouth.

it was a constant battle to wake up in the bed without sirius wrapped in your arms, then to get up and make him coffee. everything you did in that house you did it with him, now you did it alone.

“why don’t you stay with me for a little? i’ve got two extra rooms.” his eyes travelled down to your stomach for a second before looking back at the side of your face. you sighed at his words as you looked up at the sky. “it’ll feel like i’m moving on from him or forgetting him.” you and remus had this conversation many time as he watched you sob into your pillow curled up under your comforter. he couldn’t bare it anymore, he woke up every morning just to make sure you got up out of bed.

yes, remus struggled and you helped him but he had started to get better but you hadn’t.

still looking at the sky you thought about it, for the first time you thought about staying with remus. you could still go home whenever you wanted, that would always be your home but you couldn’t do this alone.

“fine.” you sighed out the words, remus smiled at you thankful that you accepted his offer, “alright, i’ll be in my car. come whenever your ready.” he brought his hand to your knee to give it a squeeze as he stood up. you smiled lightly at him before he walked away.

sitting at the bench for a couple more minutes as your hand came to your belly rubbing it lightly, “alright, kiddo. we’ll be with uncle moony for a while but when you’re here, i’ll be better. i promise.” speaking to the small kid that was forming in your stomach, sadly you found out after the whole ordeal and now you would raise your kid by yourself— and remus.

the journey will be hard but once your child is born, you know he or she will be everything you need.

#marauders #sirius black #marauder era #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #james potter #sirius black x you #sirius black x female reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x oc

[daisyrb-gvf]

Cruising Into Love

d.r.w. x f!reader

My first post on tumblr, but definitely not my first fic. Danny's cruise picture had this story pouring out of me, so I hope you all like it! I thought this first chapter would be longer than it is, but the next part of the story deserves its' own chapter.

Words: 3.2k

Summary: After 3 mundane months of working on a cruise ship, you're met with the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.

Warnings: plenty of swooning, language and brief mentions of f masturbation.

You sigh as you zip up the back of your fitted black dress. Another night, another performance. You love being an entertainer, and sitting behind the keys is as close to home as you can get on this ship, but after 3 months of your 8 month stretch, it is starting to feel so redundant, and there are only so many songs that are approved to perform at the piano bar. The boss wasn’t too pleased with your medley of LL Cool J songs with an audience consisting of mainly 50-80 year olds. Tight ass. 

“Just three more nights and you get a break,” you reassure yourself as you touch up your makeup in the pathetically tiny mirror that looks huge in this shoebox of a bathroom. 

“Alright girl, I’m off,” you say to your slightly-less-than-pleasant bunk mate. It could be worse, but it would have been nice to bunk with someone who actually seemed to give even half a fuck about you. At least she wasn’t mean. Just…distant. 

“Kay,” she replied with enthusiasm akin to a corpse, not bothering to look up from the sketch she was working on. You sighed again, feeling like you’ll never be able to chip away at that wall. You didn’t come here to make friends, but damn, a little human connection would be nice sometimes. 

– – –

Your body shuddered as you threw back a shot of tequila at the bar. “Thanks, Chris,” you said to the bartender-one of the few people who will have an actual conversation with you. He winked before flicking his eyes over to a young, classically hot dude. Boyish features, blue eyes, sandy blonde hair…you get it, but definitely not your type. 

“Down boy,” you say with a chuckle as you wink back at him. 

Settling down at the keys, the audience gives you a small applause as the chatting dies down. 

“How’s everyone feeling tonight?” you ask the small crowd, mustering up as much enthusiasm as you can. You get a small cheer, and a few whoops from the more inebriated folks. “You mind if I play a few songs for you?” A louder cheer encourages you as your hands start to dance across the ivory keys. 

Ooh you can dance

You can jive

Having the time of your life

Ooh, see that girl

Watch that scene

Digging the dancing queen

The crowd sings along with you-definitely one of the more tone-deaf groups you’ve played for, but at least they seem to be having fun. Dancing Queen is always a good opener, and one of your favorites, so you prefer to start the shows this way. 

The crowd cheers as you segue into your next number. People are getting tipsier with each song, and you have to admit, it is pretty entertaining. Drunk crowds are typically great audiences unless they get belligerent. 

“Alright, it’s been a blast playing for you all tonight,” you say as you start the intro to your final song.

I needed the shelter of someone’s arms

And there you were

I needed someone to understand my ups and downs

And there you were

WIth sweet love and devotion–

Holy shit. Who is that guy? A tall, dark, and handsome man emerged into your view after an elderly couple left the table in front of his. You miss a note and snap back into focus through the chorus. What the hell? Why is some random-admittedly gorgeous-dude throwing you off? That’s new. You make it through the second verse, but after that it’s impossible to not steal another glance. Your knees get a little shaky as you drink him in, thankfully keeping your shit together in your performance. You watch him sing along as he drums his fingers on the little bistro table. You realize you glanced a little too long once he smirks at you, locking eyes. You blush red and avoid the entire corner of the room where he is sitting for the rest of the song. Oh God, how embarrassing.  

The crowd cheers as the song ends and you take a bow before immediately walking back over to the bar…which, unfortunately, is far too near the gorgeous man in the corner. 

“One more tequila, please, Chris,” you say anxiously as he chuckles. 

“Little flustered there, aren’t you? Wouldn’t have anything to do with that yummy Greek statue of a man there in the corner would it?”

“Shut up, Chris,” you whisper, your face turning redder by the second. 

“Mmhmm, okay. Whatever you say,” he says with a smirk before walking to the other end of the bar serving the influx of post-performance guests. 

Walking out of the room, you make it maybe ten feet before realizing you left your phone behind the bar. 

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, debating on walking back now or waiting until the crowd clears in hopes of avoiding the gorgeous creature who made you pathetically weak in the knees. 

“Oh, come on, he is just a man. Get the fuck over it,” you mutter again, rolling your eyes at yourself. You turn around and make it one step before slamming straight into someone. 

“I’m so sorry!” you both say in unison as large, warm hands wrap around your shoulders, steadying you. Of-fucking-course. 

“Oh, no worries!” the insanely beautiful man replies, dropping his hands from your shoulders. The summer breeze feels colder than it had before as your whole body flushes. 

“Oh-um-yeah, okay,” you sputter out with a nervous smile. Good God, get your shit together. 

He chuckles, “Your performance was great. We loved it,” he says warmly as a beautiful, tall, brunette woman walks up next to him. Of course. There’s no way this man could be single. It only makes sense that he would have one of the most staggeringly gorgeous women on his arm. 

“Yes, it was lovely!” she chimes in, hooking her arm through his as she reaches out a hand to shake yours. 

“Oh, thank you!” trying to stay as cool as possible and not show your disappointment, you shake her hand and flash a smile. 

“I’m Josie, and this is my brother, Danny,” she introduces. 

Oh. Brother. He’s her brother. The relief you feel is embarrassing and you hope it doesn’t show on your face. You sense it does, based on the tiny smirk Josie is clearly trying to hold back. 

“Nice to run into you,” Danny says with a chuckle, reaching his hand out to shake yours as well. He holds your gaze for just a moment longer than you expected. Just long enough for your breath to catch as you get lost in his dark hazel eyes…flecks of gold, brown, and green-the warmest eyes you’ve ever seen. He flashes a bright white smile that makes your chest tighten. 

“Yeah, uh, you too,” you reply with a nervous giggle, your voice barely shaky. Oh my God, you are so fucking embarrassing. 

“Come on, Dan. We’re late meeting mom and dad,” Josie says, leading Danny down the hallway. “Nice meeting you!” 

“Yeah, you too!” You stay glued in place for a moment, watching them walk away. Damn, the back looks just as good as the front. Danny turns around at that moment, catching you staring. He smirks and winks before turning back around, disappearing as they turn a corner. 

“Real smooth, you idiot,” you sigh, tossing your head back before walking back into the bar. 

– – –

You got almost no sleep that night, and it infuriated you. Losing sleep over a man you barely met. Get a grip…but, those eyes-such a warm hue, long lashes, smooth, tan skin, he had a little dusting of freckles on his cheeks and angular, almost avian, nose. His features were masculine and sharp, with a jaw that could probably cut glass, but his kind eyes and heart-melting smile made him seem so…soft. You could tell he was a man who wasn’t afraid to do some grooming and pampering. With skin like that and shiny, dark brown, perfect ringlets of hair long enough to barely brush his shoulders…yeah, he put some effort into his appearance. His demeanor didn’t seem cocky or vain, though. Confident, sure, but not full of himself. Ugh, and then that body. 

“Oh, come on,” you say exasperatedly to yourself as you roll over for what was probably the 20th time, trying to relax. “You’re not 13 years old. For God’s sake, you are 25. Act like it.” 

You take a deep breath and relax one muscle at a time, feeling the gentle rocking of the ship lulling you to sleep. You start to drift off and the image of Danny turning around to wink at you jolts you awake again. 

“What the hell? May as well just stop fighting it,” you say defeatedly, letting your mind drift off to Danny with no resistance. You close your eyes again as you try to remember every detail. His sun-kissed skin, broad shoulders, slender hips and legs, but you could definitely see the muscle definition under those tight black jeans. You let out a little giggle as you remember the cheesy little shark tooth necklace dangling on his collarbone, just above a small patch of black hair dusted on his sternum. His short-sleeved top was unbuttoned just below his pecs, leaving the rest of his torso up to your imagination. You find yourself imagining how it would feel to run your hands over his warm, undoubtedly hard, stomach before smoothing them around to his back, running up to his sturdy, broad shoulders. You know what would help you sleep, but even alone in your bunk, you’re embarrassed that seeing this man for a few moments would cause you to slip your hand into your shorts. You wonder if you had met him earlier in the day it would have given you time to shake it off. Maybe take a run around the 7th floor track that wraps around the ship on the deck. But for now, you need sleep, so you do what needs to be done. Thank God your bunkmate is working the overnight shift. It only takes a few minutes before you finish with a soft sigh, drifting off to sleep seconds later. 

– – –

Hard as you tried, you can’t help but feel a slight pang of disappointment when Danny doesn’t show up at the next night’s performance, and you feel pathetic for that. This is a huge ship. It’s impossible to do even half of the activities offered, so why would he come to the same show twice? To see you? Come on, girl. Get real. The self-loathing is bubbling up inside you as you attempt to exhaust yourself by running seven miles. Does it work? Absolutely not. You’ve never felt so electric and energized. Any other time you would have been grateful, but not now. Not when, despite your exhaustive efforts, you still find yourself relieving that ache in your core before drifting off to sleep. 

Rolling out of bed the next morning, you feel a bit better. The exhaustion from your run the day before caught up to you, and your legs feel like they are on fire. Thank God. Despite the pain, you brush your teeth, throw your hair in a bun, and slip on a tank top, shorts and running shoes, making your way to the 7th floor. Maybe after today’s run you won’t even think about him when you fall into bed tonight. 

A small smile forms on your face as you close your eyes, feeling the sea breeze enveloping you as you step through the double glass doors onto the deck. Most people you know prefer to run out on forest trails, feeling the crunch of leaves and soft dirt under their feet, seeing the sun filter through quaking aspens, hearing songs from morning birds harmonizing together. You love it too, but the power and energy that the ocean offers can’t be beat. You start off with a slow jog, warming up your aching muscles, before finding your stride. You feel as if the ocean is running alongside you, the waves matching your pace. You finally start to feel like you’ve found your footing again-literally and figuratively. After your first lap you see a few more people making their way onto the deck. Most come out for a nice walk, just enjoying the view they don’t get to see often. You see a sweet old couple, moseying along hand-in-hand. Just walking silently. Comfortably together. This is a common sight around here, but you feel a bittersweet sort of heartache for just a moment before someone whizzes right past you. 

Long legs, narrow hips, mess of dark chocolate curls tickling those broad, tanned shoulders with each step, the navy blue muscle tee giving you a much better view of those shoulders as they flex and move in tandem with his strong, lean legs. Legs that he clearly enjoys showing off based on the yellow shortie-shorts he’s sporting. You increase your pace with a surge of adrenaline, but also so you can get as close as you can to the view. As he reaches the curve of the track at the front of the ship, he looks over his shoulder at you, grinning before picking up his pace. Is he…challenging you? Oh, it is so on. You weren’t an all-state track star for nothing. You grin and take a deep breath, pushing yourself faster, the excitement dulling the burning pain in your thighs. Danny hears you round the corner as you catch up to him, chuckling through his steady, heavy breaths. You’re not letting those long, sculpted legs have an advantage over you. Ignoring the burn in your chest, you surge forward faster, eventually passing him. Looking over your shoulder you catch him staring at your ass. He quickly looks away and out at the ocean. If you weren’t puffing and panting so hard, you’d probably giggle, but it’s all you can do to stay focused and not let him catch up to you. You both run another lap, taking turns being in the lead before you both give up and just run at a steady pace next to one another. 

“Okay, I give up,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender. “You’re good! How long were you running before I came out?” You couldn’t help but shiver slightly hearing the deep timbre of his voice between his panting breaths. 

“Oh, just barely over a lap,” you reply, doing your best to not sound like you’re dying, and failing miserably. 

“Safe to say this is something you do often?” He runs the back of his hand down his neck, wiping off a bead of sweat that rolled from his chin down over his prominent Adam’s apple. 

Taking a big gulp of air that had nothing to do with your exhaustive run, you wipe sweat from your brow and try not to stare at his neck and shoulders glistening in the sunlight. “No, this is my first time,” you say as seriously as you can manage. 

“Are you joking?!” he asks incredulously. 

A laugh bubbles up at the sight of his adorably confused and surprised expression. “Absolutely. I’ve been running basically my whole life.” Your breathing is finally starting to slow along with his, the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders still exaggerated, but not as fast. 

“Oh, thank God,” he replied, flashing that bright smile, your breathing picking up again ever so slightly. 

“Bit competitive, huh?” You walk over and grab a couple of towels and water bottles from the recently restocked shelf. 

He chuckles, “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” You hand him a towel and bottle and he immediately chugs half of the water, a tiny bit of it running down his chin, the small stream of cool liquid mixing with the sweat on his neck, traveling down his protruding Adam’s apple again. “Thank you,” he says, wiping his brow with the slightly scratchy fabric of the generic beach towel. 

“Oh, yeah..uh, you’re welcome,” you awkwardly sputter, yet again embarrassed by the reaction this man is getting from you for basically just existing. 

He drops his head, clearly trying to be a gentleman and hide his knowing smirk. After a brief awkward moment he looks out at the water. “Bet this never gets old, does it-getting to run with the waves every day?” 

“Never,” you reply, with a contented sigh. “The ocean is the best running buddy I’ve ever had, no offense,” you giggle. 

He chuckles back at you, “None taken. I totally understand. I wish I could do this every day.”

You both saunter over to the railing and lazily lean over the smooth, wooden bar. 

“Well, they’re basically always hiring here. Want a job?” you ask with a chuckle. 

“Don’t tempt me,” he replies, his large hands gripping the rail as he leans back slightly, enjoying the breeze. His damp curls already drying from the salty air. 

“This sea breeze is really the only thing that could do any tempting. Cruise life behind the scenes isn’t very glamorous. I’m sure whatever you’re doing now is better than this.” 

“Maybe so. Depends on the day.” 

“So, what do you do?” you ask, turning around to lean your back against the railing as you take another sip of water. 

“Danny! I thought you said you were going to wait for me?” Josie bursts through the glass doors, looking irritated. “Oh hi!” she says, flashing a bright smile-very similar to her brother’s-at you. “It’s good to see you again. You want to join us on our jog?” 

Josie is so bubbly and bright. She has that magnetic energy that people are just naturally drawn to. Matched with her staggering beauty (that clearly runs in the family), you imagine that there are plenty of unsuspecting people out there who have been left in a haze by her presence. You find yourself just a bit jealous of whatever genes run in that family.

“Oh, thank you for asking, but I actually just finished up here. I don’t think I have another lap left in me,” you chuckle, finishing off what’s left of your water. “Not after kicking this guy’s butt,” you giggle nodding your head in Danny’s direction. 

“Excuse me?” he retorts, “I do believe that it was a tie,” he laughs. My God, he has the most adorable laugh you’ve ever heard-kinda dorky, actually, and you are so glad this Greecian god has been humanized a bit, even if it did make your heart ache more for him. 

“I believe you,” Josie loudly whispered to you with a wink, “and thank you for tiring him out a bit. Now I can outrun him,” she laughed before bolting down the track. 

“Oh come on, sis! That’s not fair!” he called out, running after her. After a few strides he slowed down and turned around, running backward, “It was good to see you again!” 

You watched him run down the track, frozen in place again, until he turned the corner. 

“Guess I’ll be losing more sleep tonight,” you mutter with a sigh before walking inside to take an ice cold shower.

LOTS more Danny in the next chapter, I promise. I'm a slow-burner.

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⚣ BatBro with his BatBros 🦇

⚣ 🦇 A/N → Ah, my first full installment of BatBro headcanons. Where does the time go? Anyway, as we progress throughout these headcanons, you can imagine the characters slowly getting older too. By, the time we get to the end, the reader is at least 18 years old making Damian anywhere between 18-19 years old, since he's a few months older.

⚣ 🦇 Summary → Going from the life of an only child, to having 4+ siblings, can't be easy. Especially when most of those siblings brothers, and those brothers come from a family a crime-stopping vigilantes. What was your mother thinking in leaving you with your dad?

REBLOGS are very appreciated! REPLIES to, I love hearing your thoughts 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🦇

I find it funny that no one has ever thought to take advantage of the fact that Bruce Wayne has created a habit of popping up with a new kid like every couple of years. They could try to offer up their kids to him in hopes of cashing in on the Wayne family's wealth.

And he actively turns away all of them, even if he is tempted a couple of times. At least until he gets to you. Everything was normal until your mom decided one day she was done being a parent and just dropped you off at the front gate and left when you were 9 years old. This is also around the same time Damian ended up in Bruce's care, so you both were now dealing with the fact that you've suddenly got a father you never knew, as well as a brother. Well, brothers, since Bruce did somewhat actually have children before he had you guys. 

She left a note along with your other belongings that said “Trust me. He yours,” with nothing else. Bruce could only stare down at you with that usual grim, but pondering look he had while you just stared back at him. 

“I’d thought you be taller,” was your first sentence towards your dad. One that was vaguely familiar to the billionaire as he rolled his eyes and led you inside the manor.

Obviously, Bruce ran a DNA test and confirmed everything to be true. You were indeed his son, snarky remarks and all. You and Damian must share that quality.

Speaking of, since you and Damian were blood-related, you have a more special bond with each other. Even if he bullies the shit out of you.

Hiding your toys and games all around the manor, stabbing your favorite teddy bears and various stuffed items with his knives and daggers, and I'm just going to throw in that you have a love-hate relationship with Scooby-Doo now.

You love the cartoon, but Damian took advantage of the fact that you may not do well with scary stuff and would make his own costume versions of the villains from the show and chased you around the house with them. They were horrifying and disturbing enough to even unsettle Bruce a little, so you could imagine the early childhood trauma you endured.

People think your fear of clowns stems from the Joker. No, it's from Damian.

It’s always from Damian.

Plus, since you and Damian are around the same age, you both end up in the same grade at the same school. So he always keeps a look out for you and protects you from any bullies, while you teach him how to be more sociable and friendly towards others.

Now, if Damian's closest relationship with another brother outside of you is Dick (who you along with everyone else agree that he is basically Damian's second father), I imagine you have a close relationship with both Jason and Tim for various reasons.

You and Tim connect because you both have very intellectual and detail-oriented minds. You watch Scooby-Doo, so you obviously have an interest in mysteries as well as the Red Robin personality. Whenever he is having a hard time connecting dots to a case or a puzzle, you simply come in, take one look and somehow figure it out. Sometimes, you’ll even just make a random statement that ends up being the key to what Tim is looking for.

Tim and you both have an interest in video games, you a little bit more than him. It was because of you that he even really got into them. Before, when it was just you and your mom, you didn’t have anyone to really play with, besides whatever friends you could find online. So having someone you could play with, especially in person now made you and Tim’s bond that more special.

Also, you’ve made it your responsibility to make sure the guy gets adequate rest and sleep and doesn’t drown himself in caffeine.

“Timothy Drake! It is way past your bedtime. Off the Bat-Computer and upstairs into bed young man.” You yelled, marching downstairs with an amused Alfred towing behind.

Your father and siblings all watched from the sidelines as well, all amused at the sight of your young, tiny body, yelling at a slightly older and taller teenager as if you were his father.

“Um, I’m older than you,” Tim responded while holding on to what had to be his 5th coffee of the evening.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“Master Tim, with all due respect, I’d do what the young lad says. He’s already started unplugging and cutting the cords to every coffee and espresso machine in the manor.” Alfred said from behind.

Tim looked at you in horror while you stared at him the look on your face very much communicating a ‘try me if you want to’ message, and that’s when he noticed the pair of scissors in your hands.

“OKAY! I’M GOING! I’M GOING!” Tim shouted, sprinting out of his seat and up to his room. Your brothers were quietly laughing until you turned your head right to them.

“And, what are you three laughing at?! Get to bed right now.”

Now, it was their turn to question you. Cause Dick and Jason were full adults and even though Damian was only a few months older than you, well that was it. He was older than you so he bossed you around, not the other way,

“Woah, there little man. Jason and I, we’re grown. We don’t have bedtimes.” Dick said.

“Yeah, squirt.” Jason voiced right behind Dick with his arms crossed.

“Watch yourself, little brother,” Damian warned.

You raised a subtle eyebrow at them while your father and Alfred both looked at you with curiosity.

Alfred, however, had a little more amusement to his look since he already knew where this was headed.

“Dick, I will never have another brother movie night with you again, and I’ll start going to Jason for brotherly advice instead of you. Also, I’ll tell Kory you were being mean to me.” You threatened your oldest brother.

Dick was both hurt and fearful because how could you even threaten him with something that awful and quite frankly, plain rude and ridiculous. He gave way better advice than Jason! Also, he knew Kory absolutely adored you ever since Bruce brought you to the tower that one time and would not hesitate to put him on punishment as well if she even thought he was being mean to you.

Jason was holding a smug look at your threat toward Dick, that is until your eyes landed on him. “Jason, I know where you keep all of your limited edition books, especially your prized signed copy of Pride & Prejudice. We certainly don’t want that getting in the wrong hands, now do we,” You said, turning to your second oldest sibling. Jason was surprised, and slightly impressed, though also terrified. How could you know?!

You turned to your blood-related brother, who held a bit of an overconfident look as there wasn’t anything you could have over him that would have him actually following your orders. “And Damian, I’m sure you don’t want dear old Dad to know what happened at school last week, now do you?” You said, playing slightly with your fingernails while ‘innocently’ rocking back on your feet as if you weren’t blackmailing your siblings. For noble reasons, of course. They need their sleep!

Your brother was both shocked and angry at your statement. How did you even know about that? The look on his face, well, let’s just say it wasn’t friendly, not in the slightest.

But, to no one’s surprise except your dad, all your siblings silently trudged upstairs without another word.

Bruce looked at you and Alfred with a raised eyebrow as you turned back to face your brooding father, only now you could see his brooding look had a hint of questionable curiosity and amazement. 

“You too, daddio. It’s bedtime, yo.” You rhymed. Apparently, not only was everyone’s sleep tracker, but you had a bit of flow with it too. Someone should get you a record deal. 

You gave your dad a slight hug, your head barely reaching above his waist. You still had growing to do! You’d get there eventually.

Walking back toward the entrance, you also made sure to stop and give the butler a fist bump since he was your secret partner-in-crime. How else would you know where to hit to get your brothers to fall in line? with a slight hug to his side before heading back towards the entrance. 

“Thanks, Alfred,” You said!

“Anytime, Master Y/N.”

Bruce eyed you both suspiciously before he realized what was going on as he watched your small body bounce up the stairs.

“Really? You’re in cahoots with my son, Alfred?”

“Why, Master Bruce, I’m offended. I’d say it was more of a beneficial partnership. Cahoots is for the reckless.” Alfred responded jokingly.

The age-old ending to every mystery novel plays out again, the butler did it.

Though, Bruce was still impressed by how easily your brothers listened to you without a second thought. It takes him a few tries just to get a sentence through their head, and that’s if they were actually listening to him that time.

“Wow, he got Jason to listen to him? I still can’t get Jason to greet me without looking him looking like he wants to punch my lights out.” Bruce commented.

“He has your commanding tone, sir,” Alfred said before backing up the manor himself, “I wouldn’t let Master Y/N catch you back down here, though. I heard he’s got some especially dirty leverage on you.”

Bruce suddenly decided to look at the clock, “Guess it is a little late,” He muttered before rushing upstairs himself.

Speaking of Jason, your relationship with the second adopted Wayne kid had more of a special touch. The Red Hood persona was the brother you really looked up to. You liked and respected how he branched out and followed his own path. Of course, Dick technically did the same, but considering everything Jason went through, he had to be one determined fucker to return to the very life that killed him. And, even though you don't necessarily agree with his 'strategies', you were always standing in his corner.

Though, Jason didn’t take well to you at first. In fact, because Damian left such a bad taste in his mouth after they met; when you two were introduced, he literally ran upstairs and screamed at Bruce about how he was the biggest hypocrite in the world for all those lectures he gave him and Dick about using protection. Richard silently agreed, also remembering his first meeting with Damian. 

Determined to not live with a Damian 2.0, and also thinking he was saving you from a life full of trauma because, in his mind, no one deserved to be raised by someone like Bruce Wayne, Jason attempted to take you down to child protective services. 

Your father was very unhappy when he got a call from CPS later that day and he could clearly hear you sobbing on the other side of the phone just as Jason walked through the front door. He was not the least bit ashamed, at least until you came home and he saw how upset you were.

He apologized and decided to give you a chance, thinking since the whole ordeal actually had you crying, you had to somewhat have a soul, unlike Damian. After some time, you got really close with each other. 

Jason taught you how to fight and defend yourself. He’d read you stories at night from some of your favorite books as well as your own, and he’d always get Damian to back off if he decided to pull another one of his scare antics on you. 

Your second eldest brother was your get-out-of-jail card too, whenever Bruce punished you for something. Though, sometimes, it may have just been better to take the punishment than let Jason pull you into whatever shenanigans he was planning. Considering the fact you and he managed to put an entire city without power for two nights somehow.

"How did you two manage to short-circuit the entire electrical grid in New York?" Bruce asked with you two standing side by side, looking like you just finished sleeping on top of a giant summer barbeque grill.

You both looked at each other before turning back to your stern-looking father, Damian mirroring his expression with his arms crossed and tapping his feet.

"Would you believe us if we said it started over a debate of how to eat fries with ketchup?"

Bruce slapped his forehead to his palm while Damian called you idiots. Tim got that curious look on his face, and Dick couldn't stop laughing for 15 minutes.

Now, your eldest brother, he was definitely someone you could count on no matter what. Being the oldest and having the most Bruce experience out of everyone, he always helped you deal with your Brucie problems or ‘daddy issues’ as you'd like to say.

Truth be told, every kid in this family had daddy issues.

As mentioned before, Dick was your movie-watching buddy, he helped you with your homework and always assisted with any life issues you had going on. No matter how many times you may have threatened the Nightwing persona with such, you always went to him for advice, and there was never really a moment you could think of where you regretted it.

He also helped you learn how to be more agile and light on your feet with your fighting. While your second eldest brother taught you how to use brute force and strength in situations, he gave you the acrobatic style of lessons. Where Bruce and Jason were direct and serious, Dick taught and showed you how to be more of the opposite.

And, whenever Jason wasn't around to get Damian off your back, you'd go to him since he was basically his second dad.

You and Dick together were like two chatty Cathys on drugs. One moment, you could be talking about the movie you were watching, then you’d get into a debate over onion rings vs french fries, somehow landing in politics, somehow ending up in a political debate only to end with the "Are we even real" conversation. And for whatever reason, you swore you could hear Tim itching in his seat whenever that conversation came up.

That boy goes down a lot of YouTube rabbit holes at 2 AM when he’s bored on patrol or not doing anything.

Now, one brother on their own was one thing. Two? Someone was calling the police. Three and you may have to check if your life insurance policy is still good. All four? Pray.

Since you now were officially the youngest, a title Damian was actually happy to pass on despite his warnings to Bruce, that meant you got the most of the teasing, even if it mostly came from your blood-related sibling. But his version of teasing tended to leave you with trips to your therapist so you could do without them.

However, one rule all your siblings and family stuck by, no one, and I mean NO ONE, not even in the Justice League or Titans/Young Justice teams, could mess or pick with you except them.

Everyone in the family was very protective over you. You were surprised to see even Alfred was on that list, though you learned quickly the butler was not one to be fucked with. 

You distinctly remember that one time the Batcave got invaded and Batman made you hide in one of the saferooms, you saw on one of the video monitor screens Alfred whacking the shit outta them with just a rifle.

For that reason, among others, you took a mental note to be careful with how you complimented his cooking in the future.

But seriously, if anyone messed with you, and your family found out, Hell itself would be scared of what would break loose from your home.

A bully from school started picking on you and calling you names and you didn't tell your brothers about it, wanting to handle it on your own. Besides, you could defend yourself. They taught you well.

Until the fateful day you came out as gay, bi, pan, etc., and he called you names that your father wouldn't even repeat, and that man had the title of a playboy.

Well, word spread around the school and got back to Damian, who went back and told your other brothers.

By the next day, Dick had shredded every thread of that boy's confidence. Tim hacked the school files, got his address, and framed him for changing grades in the school. Jason used said address Tim got to pay a trip to the kid's place and shot bullet holes in all his clothes when no one was home. And well, let's just say Damian almost went to jail.

Of course, Bruce was pissed when he found out and had to intervene, but when Damian admitted the reason he nearly got arrested, your father upped his allowance.

Only God could imagine the terror that would unfold the day you started dating.

Oh, and they all call you babybird which you despise.

Don't even get me started on your sisters.

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[scarasimping]

love-avoidant princess

pirate!scaramouche x princess!reader

synopsis: scaramouche’s crew had been planning this heist for years prior, and finally, they dock ship at the most heavily guarded kingdom on this side of the world with only one goal in mind: infiltrate the castle and steal the crown used for the coronation ceremony. The only setback? The princess had already stolen it, so now he has to go through her. 

tags: fem!reader, allusions to medieval sexism, you know how that is, mentions of blood like once, alcohol also mentioned a couple times, i believe that’s it for this part!

author’s note: ITS DONE omg, this took way longer than i thought but I guess that’s what happens when i try to throw myself in to writing actual pieces for the first time in three years instead of taking it slow. and it only ended up being 3k words TT but this is not the end, i have way more in mind for these two, this is honestly more like...a prologue of sorts!! hope you all enjoy !! so glad we actually have a plot now instead of me posting random hcs hshshshs also yes, his crew is most of the anemo characters because I said so

word count: 3.63k

One can only see the same garden of flowers so many times before becoming bored of the sight. You have walked through here on so many occasions that you're sure that you could list each plant by its scientific name in the order they appear, from the front of the garden to the back.

So, really, it shouldn't come as a surprise to your retainer when they watch you leave a meeting with a potential suitor halfway through your millionth walk through the garden.

The suitor was confused, calling out to you and running to keep up with your fast-paced steps.

"Princess! Did I do something wrong?" He shouted, but you shook your head, an unimpressed and uncaring look painting your features.

"I apologize for saying this after you made the long journey here, but this simply will not work between us."

And thus, another man was rejected by the unromantic princess.

Known for turning down every suitor imaginable, you had gained the reputation of being entirely against romance. Even though you were clearly not interested, this only made people want you more, and your father, who was eager to get you married off, agreed to let everyone interested in you meet you, as long as they were of high enough standing. This included royalty from other kingdoms, wealthy businessmen, and other government officials or their sons who were your age. 

None of them even came close to winning your heart.

It’s not that there was anything wrong with them. To be honest, even you weren’t sure why you were so bored with every man or woman you met. It seemed to be more the life you would lead with them than the suitor themselves that made you gag. No first-born heir of a royal family wants to be married off; they want to have the throne! And if your parents weren’t going to give it to you, then you wouldn’t make it easy for them to send you away.

As you gracefully left the heartbroken businessman behind, the retainer assigned to watch over you hurriedly followed, barely keeping up with your pace.

"Princess, this is the seventh suitor you've met. Please tell me, what is wrong with this one?" he pleaded. In truth, he was scared to report more bad news to the king and queen, but frankly, that was not your problem.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I just do not see myself having a life with him," you replied, staring straight ahead and hoping he would stop following you. After forcing yourself to be nice to these suitors, all you wanted was to lay in bed and nap, or maybe practice your sparring skills with your sword.

"We'll have to tell your father about this," he gave you one last warning, but your mind was already made up.

"I understand, but I'm not altering my decision."

Just as you and your retainer thought, your father was not pleased, going on one of his long-winded rants about how you should get married quickly because it’s “better for the kingdom” and “what a princess should do.” All the while, your mother sat and watched, not saying a word because she knew that she did the same thing when she was your age. It was how your parents met in the first place, after all.

"At this rate, your little brother will have inherited the throne before you're satisfied with a man." The king ends his rant with this statement, huffing angrily as he furrows his thick eyebrows in your direction. There it was, the constant reminder that you, the eldest heir, were not to inherit the throne, which should rightfully be yours, all because your parents favored your younger brother.

However, who would dare question the king? When he makes an order, it is carried out, and what he demands is brought to fruition. So if he says your sibling shall inherit the throne, he will, and when he finally gets fed up with your high standards and simply makes you marry someone of his choosing, you will have to obey. Such is the life of a princess.

With a heavy heart, you bow to your father, asking to be excused. He sighs and waves his hand, allowing you to leave, to which you immediately turn on your heel and pace quickly toward your chambers.

When Scaramouche's crew docked at the pier, they knew the welcome they would be given wasn't going to be a warm one. It never was, wherever they stopped. It was no secret that wherever this ship docked, well-known valuables would soon go missing and trouble would follow, yet no one could prove it was them.

Still, seeing every guard on patrol look at them with a noticeable glare and watch their every move was more than unnerving. All Scaramouche was doing was going for a stroll, after all.

But, so were his crewmates, Kazuha and Heizou, in separate parts of the city. And it's not their fault if they happen to notice which areas are more guarded than others, when the guards switch shifts, or which buildings have the least amount of foot traffic coming in and out of them. It's all coincidental, of course, not on purpose at all.

It's definitely not intentional when Heizou reports that the only guards that step into the tavern are always there to get so drunk after their shift that they won't remember what they say.

And who's to shame Scaramouche if he wants to step in and have a drink or two, and happens to run into a guard who's slurring his words and would have fallen over if he ever tried to stand up in this state?

"And that princess…god! She's so stuck up.." the guard ranted, taking another swig from his pint. Scaramouche listened with faux sympathy to the drunken man in front of him, but he wasn't sure how much more he could take from this man. He too often leaned too close as if whispering a secret, the stench of sweat, metal, and cheap booze radiating off of him. 

"That princess! She keeps rejecting every suitor who's interested in her! Do you know who has to deal with the king's fury after she does this? Us!"

He leans in once more, and Scaramouche gets a whiff of his rancid breath  "I hear….the king wants her married off to someone wealthy because he's in debt…but she just wants the throne instead! Can you believe it? Too stuck up to let her brother be the heir to the kingdom…."

It seemed all this guard was going to reveal was pointless rants about the king’s only daughter, and today he was not going to get any information that would be helpful to him. After all, if this princess was to be married off, it’s unlikely she would be able to get hold of the crown that was to be used in the coronation ceremony when the prince came of age.

Like an answer from the heavens, his doubts were quickly proven incorrect when the guard’s voice drops to a whisper, and he leans across the table to speak in Scaramouche’s ear.

“I hear…that she got so jealous, she stole the crown. The king says it just got lost, however, we guards know the truth. But what grounds could we present that would warrant a search through the princess’s private quarters? It’s useless…”

And just like that, Scaramouche knew whom he should target. 

The captain stands from their booth in the corner, excusing himself. He buys the guard another drink as thanks for the “lovely conversation” and to ensure he really wouldn’t remember the information he spilled.

The next few nights, Scaramouche and other members of his crew alternate between taverns to gather as much information as possible. Each night, a different person hit a different establishment to not raise suspicion. This heist was going to be big, and after it was pulled off they wouldn’t be able to dock for months to avoid being caught and interrogated.

Stealing the crown from the most heavily guarded kingdom on this side of the world was no easy task, but it had been Scaramouche’s dream ever since he started his life of piracy. Something like this would earn them respect like no other on the seven seas but also put a huge target on their back. His crew was prepared, of course, they wouldn’t have docked here if they weren’t. It’s not like they couldn’t fight, either. They were notorious for many reasons: their crimes that left no evidence behind, the sheer intimidation their crew gave off, and the fact that no crew member lost any duel they were challenged to.

After a couple weeks of solely gathering information, Scaramouche’s crew was ready to take things to the next level. They learned that the princess was unable to leave the castle without supervision, which only occurred on rare occasions. She lived a secluded life and many of the kingdom’s citizens didn’t even know her face. His first mate, Kazuha, who was always good with his words, even managed to get one of the guards to reveal which terrace on the castle belonged to the princess’s room and that the staff had recently increased security in the city and outside the castle because of a suspicious ship that had docked at the pier, which lessened the amount of military inside the building.

Kazuha was always better with people than any other crew member, and Scaramouche was forever thankful he was a part of his crew, even if he didn’t show it.

However, it seemed no one was able to learn that the princess provided enough security for herself, not even needing guards.

Scaramouche quickly learned that when he was finally ready to attempt to get inside the castle, scaling the walls during a shift change and approaching the terrace he was informed about prior.

A candle on your bedside and the illumination from the moon were the only sources of light in your quarters at this time of night. Every other member of the royal family was asleep, but not you. Far too frequently would you stay up reading a novel you “borrowed” from the castle’s library, even though books weren’t supposed to leave the area. 

All was silent except for the wind blowing outside and the rare footsteps in the hall, metal clashing with each step from the guards’ armor.

Though silent, and easy to miss, a sound from outside your window caught your attention. 

Breathing, silent steps getting closer, the scraping of someone climbing the walls and terrace.

You turned, blowing out your candle so that whoever was coming wouldn’t know you were awake. With the time it took for them to reach the glass door that separates your room from the balcony, your eyes had already adjusted to the darkness and you had your sword out from underneath your bed, drawn and ready to be used.

The door cracked open, slowly, and it was obvious that whoever was there was trying to use the element of surprise. They must not know you, considering they thought you wouldn’t discover them. One hand pushes the door open all the way, then pulls the person inside. It was a man with indigo hair and eyes. Everything he wore was black - his boots, high-waisted pants, and tricorn hat, - besides his shirt, which was a white poet shirt with purple and black accents tucked into his pants. Adorned on his hat were feathers that spewed from the back and gems which were sewn on, each one catching the light from the moon. He was obviously a pirate, and based on the whispers from the staff in the castle, he was probably from the ship that docked recently and made everyone nervous. The captain of the guards had even told you to report anything suspicious you happened to see, which told you they were no joke, Normally, if there was a threat, you wouldn’t even be informed. 'No one wanted to worry the princess, of course' is what they would say, but you know they just think you can't handle it.

Before he even has time to process you're there, you point your sword at his throat, the tip pressing against his flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood. Just enough so that he knows he made a mistake.

The pirate stares down at the sword at his neck, his gaze following the blade to its holder; the very princess he intended to come in here and threaten. It's a funny thing how easily the tables can be turned. He eyes the princess warily, one eyebrow raised and an awkward smile on his face, knowing he's been caught so easily.

"Well, isn't this a surprise?" He chuckles to himself, raising his hands up beside his head in a phony sign of surrender, but your sword never wavers.

"What do you think you are doing here?"  You demanded, sword to the pirate's throat. The captain remained silent, weighing his options. He could try to talk his way out of this or use his cunning tactics to somehow overpower the princess and make a break for it. Whatever decision he made, it could mean the difference between life and death.

"Sure, as soon as you put that sword down. I'd rather have a conversation than an encounter between your blade and my jugular if you don't mind," he reasons, staring right back into your eyes with a look that screams mischief. Still, you sigh, and lower your sword, taking a step back and never loosening your grip on its handle. 

"Speak." 

He chuckles, lowering his hands and letting a cocky smile spread across his face.

"You see, princess, there's a rumor going around that you've stolen and hidden the coronation crown. I'm here to simply…take it off your hands," he explains. Everything about him seems sly, and even though it seems he's at a disadvantage, he's acting like he has the upper hand. There's not an ounce of fear on his face.

Your hold on your sword is steady, ready for combat at any moment, and it seems he's thinking the same thing.

"I'm afraid I can't allow you to do so. I can, however, offer you a deal. Leave now and I won't report your attempt to rob the royal castle and have you thrown in prison."

The pirate shrugs and sighs, his hand reaching for the sword that hung from his belt. 

"Oh well, looks like there's no other way."

And with that, he draws his sword from its scabbard, a sleek, steel sword with a curved blade,  and lunges forward, dealing the first strike. Blades clash and the sound of metal on metal echoes throughout the room as you parry his sword, pushing him back further. He doesn't let up, dealing strike after strike, yet landing no hits nonetheless. 

While the pirate’s blows are strong and aggressive, his attacks powerful and relentless, yours are both quick and agile with fast and precise strikes.

He expected the princess to be less of a hassle, yet here you were, not only putting up a good fight but winning too. Similar to him, there wasn't even a hint of sweat dripping from your brow, no signs of exhaustion as you dueled him in just your nightgown and slippers.

Your sword comes down once more towards his chest, and he raises his own to block it when suddenly you change your direction and aim to land a hit on his arm instead.

Ever quick on his feet, the pirate steps out of the way, dodging an almost fatal attack, but not before your blade can tear through his shirt and leave the faintest wound on the flesh of his shoulder.

He hisses as he feels the sting of his skin splitting, looking down as red stains the sleeve of his shirt.

"Not bad," he mumbles, his eyes sharp as he glares at the princess, a cocky smirk adorning his face. "Haven't struggled this much with an opponent in a while."

"Likewise," you muse, tightening your grip on your handle as you raise your eyebrows, almost taunting him.

"Tell me, pirate, what is your name? I want to know what to call my attacker before I slice your throat." 

He chuckles, rolling his wounded shoulder back and getting into a better position to keep fighting.

"Oh, I don't believe you really could. Wouldn't want to get your pretty hands dirty after all." He, once again, swings his sword, but to no avail. You continue trading blows with him, barely giving each other a chance to breathe. No matter what he tries, he can't seem to get the upper hand. Mentally, he wants to blame it on the fact that he was caught off guard, or that the way the silk of her nightgown hugs her body when she twists and turns to use her sword is distracting, but really he knows he's just finally met a well-matched opponent. 

"But the name's Scaramouche, consider this knowledge a gift before I beat you at the game of swords.”

It was then that the sound of armored footsteps approaching rapidly caught both Scaramouche and the princess’s attention. You bite back a laugh, glancing at the door and then back to the pirate in front of you.

“Looks like that will have to wait, Scaramouche.”

His name spilled from your lips easier than you’d like to admit, sounding almost natural when it came from you. Scaramouche noticed this too, stiffening as you say it and running his tongue along his cheek. It was annoying whenever he found himself having to make an enemy of an attractive woman. He takes one last look at the princess, before stepping away towards the glass door he came in through. He keeps his sword pointed at you as he backs away, not taking any chances.

“This was lovely, princess. I’ll be seeing you again very soon, but for now, I bid you adieu,” He takes his hat off, bending his arm at his waist and bowing overdramatically before opening the door and launching himself over the fence of the terrace, disappearing into the night.

As the footsteps get closer, you kick your sword under the bed, praying it wasn’t damaged, and toss yourself onto your mattress, throwing the covers over your body just in time for the door to swing open. A few guards peer inside, seeing nothing but you sleeping soundly in, your back turned to them as your body rises and falls to the rhythm of your breathing. There was no sign a fight had even occurred, despite the noises that multiple knights had heard coming from here.

As they close the door, the sound of their footsteps moving away from your room, a giddy smile creeps onto your face. After all, if no fight happened in their eyes, there would be no reason to increase security and you could see that intriguing pirate again.

After Scaramouche escapes down the castle walls, he books it for the treeline that separated the castle from the ocean. It was just past there that his ship resided, where his crew was eagerly awaiting his return with good news. A sinking feeling resides over him whilst he runs through the trees, kicking up dirt and leaves with every step. There is no reasoning he could possibly give that would excuse his failure. Not when he knows it’s caused by his own faults as a man. He, just like all of her numerous suitors and admirers, simply got distracted by her appearance. At some point, he had to stop as his head became too muddled by his thoughts, leaning against a tree, taking a deep breath, and trying to calm his thoughts.

Before, when hearing about rumors of the princess and all of the men interested in marrying her, he assumed the stories all came with a tinge of exaggeration.

Yet, after seeing her and fighting with her, he knows each metaphor and story told of her had to have been nothing but the truth. Tales of her beauty were honestly an understatement. It’s not often he finds himself this distracted by a woman, especially a princess, and he can’t help but feel ashamed in a way. He just failed to execute the plan his crew had been working on for years prior to docking it this kingdom, but all he can think about is her smile when she taunted him, her confidence because she knew she could fight, or the way her nightgown revealed the shape of her body, expensive silk clinging to every curve of her flesh. She was a princess rarely even seen by the public, but he got to see her in such a private setting, and god was it worth it.

He starts running again, her face in mind doubts infecting his every thought. His heart pounds heavily in his chest, and his lungs burn with each breath, but he doesn’t stop running. He would much rather face his crew than the entire royal army. He was sure the princess had reported what had happened by now, and he didn’t want to stick around so they could remember his face.

As he runs, he starts to feel the ocean breeze brushing along his face, and it reminds him that he’s almost home. His crew is smart; they’ll be able to come up with a new plan together. Maybe next time they’ll send a different member of the crew. 

As soon as the thought of someone else seeing her like that enters his mind, he quickly shoos it away. 

Just for now, he’d like to keep the image of her to himself.

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[youngbuckisms]

Kenny Omega x Reader where they go to an arcade together?

Street Fighter ( Kenny x Reader ); drabble

Word count: 950

Warnings: none

Notes: I started to write this before the Elite drama started, so little refs of them. Also I didn’t proofread this (I never do), but enjoy!

Lately, it felt like you and Kenny couldn’t get a moment alone. You got to come to shows, but you were always surrounded by The Elite and if you weren’t surrounded by The Elite then you were watching Kenny to these shoots, which was always sort of fun. But it would be more fun to just spend time alone with your boyfriend.

Of course, Kenny knew that. And, of course, he felt bad for not having a lot of time alone to give you all of his attention. Especially when you two had been pulled into another conversation with the Bucks or Hanger — love the guys, but could you just get a minute to Kenny without them butting in?

“You’ll love it, I promise.” Kenny commented as he drove through the streets of a new city you had been brought along to, only to yet again get almost no alone time with your boyfriend.

“Love it more than hearing Matt and Nick bicker over a dumb little Starbucks debate and have you settle it?” He laughed at that, though there was a slight strain to it — embarrassment, maybe guilt, as the night getting go like he was hoping.

“Way more.” But he sounded confident enough and you just had to take his word for it.

The drive wasn’t too far, pulling up to a strip mall of a mix of different shops that didn’t look like they belonged together. A hair salon, next to a small Mexican restaurant that probably could only fit a handful of people, that was next to a record store, but in between all these shops was a slightly bigger unit with a neon red sigh buzzing with the word’s ‘Classic Arcade.’

“So, I know we haven’t had a lot of time to ourselves for the past couple weeks and at shows,” Kenny started, voice slow and unsure, an arm looping around your shoulders as he spoke and you two looked on at the building in front of you. “But I wanted us to have some time tonight and maybe play some arcade games with you, like our first date. If that’s okay, I mean —“

“Of course it’s okay, you idiot.” An affectionate jab from you, one that made him break into a wide smile as he kissed you on the cheek.

“Let’s go then. I cant wait to kick your ass.” He teased, tugging you along inside. It was dark, but it certainly looked nicer on the inside than te out.

The carpet that retro arcade pattern with random pink swirls, green triangles, and orange scribbles. The wallpaper almost matching. Then, of course, filling the area was various machines that made all sorts of noise that it was almost overwhelming.

“So, what are you going to ‘kick my ass at’ first?” You asked Kenny lead you over to a quarter machine, where he slid in a twenty for the coins to begin falling into the cup below.

“Street Fighter.” Instantly, the answer came. No hesitation and you could tell he had been planning this all night.

You knew all those quarters would be going towards Street Fighter, the game Kenny had taught you how to play on your first date, where he wouldn’t leave until you had won at least a round — the night a long one, but one neither of you would forget.

You both walked through two rows of games before spotting Street Fighter, stationed comfortably next to a Mortal Kombat machine. Two quarters were slotted in, and Kenny taking the right side of Player 2, leaving you two to officially begin your night.

Playful jabs at one another skills, some cheating on close rounds, Kenny often nudging you with his hip to throw you off, you throwing a few of your own gentle shoulder tosses his direction to distract him. A night of constant back and forth, laughter mixing with the sounds of the arcade beeps.

From how close you both were, you could feel the vibration of Kenny’s phone, yet it went completely ignored. Right now, the night about the two of you and spending time together. Another call came after that, but once it was ignored, it was silent for the remainder of the night. He would call later, worry about it at the hotel.

For now, he would happily continue laughing with you as you both played, smashing buttons and Kenny acting a little too dramatic when he lost — though you’re sure he threw a few games on purpose.

“Dammit!” Kenny huffed as the final blow was landed, taking his hands off the joystick to find another couple quarters in his pocket to go again. “You know, if I knew you were going to kick my ass, I wouldn’t have suggested Street Fighter.”

“I had a good teacher.” He smiled at that, flashing you this grin as curly hair fell in front of his face, for you to push aside for him. You can see him practically melt from the touch, always a sucker for physical affection. He was quick to shut the distance between you, placing a kiss to your lips as a hand came to rest on your hip.

“Closing up soon!” The lone worker that the two of you had forgotten about called from behind the ticket counter, causing you both to jump slightly. You could see Kenny’s cheeks turning pink, even in the dim lighting of the arcade.

“How about we say you won tonight, but tomorrow night, I’m really going to kick your ass.” Kenny suggested with a wide grin.

“I might embarrass you again.”

“You? Embarrass me? You make me laugh, baby. Let’s get out of here then.”

#Kenny omega #kenny omega drabble #kenny omega imagine #aew drabble #aew imagine #kenny omega x reader #gender neutral reader

[gorpiepng]

warning not proofread/some sort of au where the elevator is an entity itself and is aware of everyone’s existence

1:45 AM.

was what the last floor’s clock read. you aren’t entirely sure if that’s accurate or not, but it definitely does feel like it. your limbs grew tired and sore from back-to-back action trying to keep yourself alive; and perhaps some others on the way, too. many faint scars and light bruises paint your skin if you squint. it’s not like you hated the elevator— there were good days & bad days, and lately you’ve been on the short end of the stick. being left behind, sacrificing yourself for the sake of other’s, or just one tiny slip adds to your growing exhaustion. it’s not even like you can beg anyone for mercy. no matter how many times you ‘die’, you’re forced to awaken again, sometimes in an entirely new floor. all you want to do right now is collapse and have a drink. preferably one that doesn’t have strange side affects NOT written on the label.

as that familiar elevator ‘ding!’ echoes through your cluttered mind for the millionth time today, you were met with an unfamiliar floor which bought your attention almost immediately. despite being ready to pass out, you had a couple more minutes of energy to spare on adventuring a whole new room. after all you may need the knowledge for later if that stupid elevator entity decided to throw you into another random room the FIRST thing you open your eyes. cautiously stepping out of the mind-numbing torture chamber, you take your time in observing your surroundings. a dark, dimly lit enviornment with cheap benches and a vending machine? oh, score! you could finally have a proper rest and a drink— if only for a little while. the subway held a rather nice atmosphere, the music from the jukebox bouncing off the walls and boosting your mood a little.

your smile quickly changed into a slight frown as your tired brain makes a realization. patting up and down your pockets, you couldn’t feel any spare change you’ve been collecting since the beginning of the day. a strong wave of frustration filled your senses before being overpowered by exhaustion, and you sigh miserably. while the vending machine did have… complimentary? coins on the top, you most definitely weren’t able to reach them. you made a mental note to NEVER get your hopes up again, ever. deciding to cut your losses and take the L, you look back up to notice a strange figure standing a few feet away from you.

“hey. mind moving? you’re blocking my way.” the stranger uttered beneath his breath, shuffling toward you leaving no other choice but to back off. his presence did startle you a little— most others would make themselves known first thing, but this guy? if you weren’t in their way, you’re sure he wouldn’t have spoken up at all. responding with a tiny huff, the beetle-like stranger shot you a piercing glare with their red eyes. it sent a striking chill down your spine, awkwardly averting your gaze to the cold tiles beneath you.

“not gonna find anything down there, are you?” he hummed in a way that felt somewhat judgmental. it was almost humiliating. sheepishly returning your attention back to the stranger, you notice the coins from the vending machine missing. wow, it’s not like they even wanted anything.

“ah— no, i guess not.” you quietly mumble out– not really wanting to talk to this mysterious figure at the moment, but your curiosity always got the best of you. your eyes linger on him for a little too long as you watch him silently enter the elevator, meaning you’re stuck with him for who knows how long! not wanting to cause any more trouble, you quickly rush into the elevator and stand diagonally to the stranger. despite initiating previous conversation, they refused to even look at you. weird.

it was definitely going to be a long night.

#regretevator #regretevator x reader #regretevator au #i actually did finish writing this at 1:40 AM #so excuse any errors or whatnot lol #idk if i’ll make this a serious but lmk if y’all fw it and i might!!! #regretevator pest x reader #regretevator pest #pest x reader

[anotherfloridaman]

Somewhere, beyond the sea~ pt 2

Part 1 is here

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In the classroom, Iruma looks at the sheet of paper in front of him. Reading every letter, knowing every syllable, but the question itself is what throws him to the ground.

“When is the velocity of flight to outweigh the condition of elemental mana as fire, if the defensive has only healing mana?”

Worse yet…

He needs to explain it instead of multiple choice.

“Iruma-sama, are you feeling well? You look pale.”

“Oh yeah, im fi—” “You didnt eat enough in the morning, did you?! I knew we should have gotten more trays! Those idiot chefs have no clue who they are supposed to be feeding! Dont fret, for i, Ausmodeus Alice, will begin making your morning feast at exactly 0:06 hours every day!”

At the commotion, Clara joined in. “I wanna help Irumachi too! Im gonna make all KINDS of delicious yum yum bake cake treats for Irumakins!” Ausmodius sighed and Iruma just laughed, trying to tell them he was fine, in reality, he was worried about his grandfather and the way everything will play out sooner rather than later.

A few minutes go by, and Grandpa appeared at the door of the royal one, with Ifrit and Marbas in tow. “Kalego-kun!!!!! I need a word with you for just a few minutes, please!!!” The dog couldn’t say no to him, but he could have a sour face. So he followed and grumbled about how the old fool was interrupting his class.

Marbas and Ifrit just walked around, watching over the kids and joining in on a couple conversations over the time they spent there. It was a half an hour before someone(Clara)asked where Edgy-teach was.

And when the last letter left her mouth, two figures entered the royal one. One had shoulder length, unruly hair, with curls and waves at random, wrinkles all over his teacher uniform. The other had long, knee length hair, straight as a pencil, and neat clothes. Iruma saw two things that almost solidified who they were.

One; they had dark purple hair.

Two; both had the little horns of hair that Kalego has all but trademarked.

The neat one speaks first. “Alright, you both can go back to your classrooms, this room and these students will be secured with us.” He states while fixing the cuff of his sleeve.

“Hey there! You are..?” Marbas tries to question, and Ifrit, not knowing either of them, squares his shoulders and tenses his legs, Waiting for some kind of fight.

“I am Narnia, your dog’s brother. And this is our uncle, Lord Sullivan and Dantallion-san know him.”

After a quick check in with Sullivan trough the telepathic link, and confirmation of these plans, the teacher’s leave with a parting gift of wisdom. “These kids get hurt, you will die.” And the classroom is left in silence.

Narnia and his uncle take what seems to be practiced steps to opposite sides of the room. The elder dog goes to a bay window and sits, leaning against the wall and glass. The brother, steps behind Kalego’s desk and picks up papers, reading over their teacher’s notes.

“Uhh, hey, maybe you don’t mess with Kalego-sensei’s things? He might not be too happy with that.” Lied, poor poor Lied speaks. Narnia’s eyes snap towards the boy in question, and a slight smirk takes the new dog’s thin lips, a knowing glint in his eyes. Lied almost shrank in his seat, toes curling inside of his shoes, and nails digging into the palm of his hands, almost regretting speaking up.

“It’s alright Lied, he won’t mind if it’s me, Kalego and i have similar taste in organization.” The look turns a little playful towards the end, and Lied is able to take a breath of relief…

Then Clara speaks up again. Great.

“Hey not teacher! How did you know Liedy-kun’s name?” She almost screams across the campus. The dog in the back of the room begins howling with laughter, almost completely on the floor with how his body shakes on the window. “NOT EVEN FIVE MINUTES!”

“Uncle, please dont laugh. Kalego will literally never talk to me again.” High pitched wheezing leaves the dog’s throat, then a cough. And sudden silence.

“Before walking in, i took the liberty to scavenge through the school records, and therefore, teacher’s homeroom classes. That’s how i know all of your names.” Narnia manages to wring out an explanation easy enough, until the lazy dog on the window opens his mouth.

“Kalego brags about all of you the first chance he gets, every chance he gets.” Was a sudden burst of information from the back of the room.

Silence.

“THAT MAN DOES EVERYTHING EXCEPT BRAG ABOUT US!” “I CANT BELIEVE YOU!!” “THIS GUY’S LYING, I BET HES NOT EVEN SENSEI’S BROTHER!!”

Jazz, Lied, and Camui, all screaming over each other as the class burts with life in disbelief or pure joy. Some were a mixture of both. Sabnock just laughed like he was plotting murder and going to frame someone else.

One solid “Enough.” And the class just froze. After a second, they got back to their seats and stayed. The worst part was, he said it like it was a request, but the mana flooding from him said differently. If Iruma felt the shivers, then what did the actual demon children feel?

Whoever these people are, they’re more of a threat to Iruma’s humanity than this school ever will be.

The boy’s eyes lock with Narnia’s, and The man closes his hand into a fist at his side. Both have the same thought. ‘This one is a problem.’

#mairimashita! iruma kun #naberius kalego #iruma kun characters #welcome to demon school iruma kun #wtdsik #m!ik #misfit class #naberius narnia #sbts

[thecurrator]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @denjivhs

Your match is...Bachira Meguru!

A playful and energetic guy to have fun with! He may or may not have concerning hallucinations that he'll tell you about, but you can always count on him to have a good time.

To be honest, you seem to share some personality traits with Isagi, so Bachira would easily be drawn to you. His energy easily makes up for your apparent "shyness" during your first meeting, and before you know it, you guys are attached at the hip. The more he learns about you, the more he falls in love.

So you love making impulsive decisions. What a coincidence, he does too! I can imagine him dragging you out for a midnight snack at a convenience store, walking aimlessly about on the empty streets, dancing around the streetlights.

On that note, I can imagine him suggesting getting matching couple tattoos after you both have been dating for a year or two. For him, it's like a declaration for the second stage of his relationship with you, between the start of dating and marriage.

He's the type to buy random things that remind him of you, little trinkets placed everywhere in your room over time. Matching plastic dolphin statues, a scorpion magnet, a cat plushie for Valentine's day, a book he thinks you might like.

He totally has physical touch as his love language too, so hugs! Cuddles!! You both are around the same height, so its super easy for him to just come up to you and throw his arms around your shoulders. If you don't shrug him off of you when you're both near a couch or bed, he'll sit down and cling to you like a koala and you'll be stuck there for the next hour. You may hesitate to openly express affection, but that never deters Bachira from showing his love. Maybe one day you'll be accustomed enough to the constant physical contact to initiate cuddle sessions by yourself.

Since you like thrill-seeking activities, he'd happily bring you to amusement and extreme parks if you're into that kind of thing. If you're willing to try out bungee jumping or skydiving as well, he's booking tickets as soon as he gets your confirmation. He's always wanted to try one of those activities. The experience will be ten times better too since you'll be there to try it out with him.

Runner-up: Shidou Ryusei (Another wild guy, but rather violent?)

Your match is...Geto Suguru!

Someone responsible and grounded to compliment you! You both may not always agree with each other, but will be inexplicably drawn to each other time and time again.

You both are more on the introverted side, so getting to know each other likely took some time. Maybe you both were stuck together for something like a group project and had no choice but to talk to each other. Once you both were able to find a common topic to talk about, it was smooth sailing from there.

He has a good sense of humor himself, so he'd really enjoy hanging out with you once you both get comfortable enough with each other to start joking around.

When you start getting impulsive ideas, there's a 50% chance of him either joining you or being your impulse control. You both will probably end up getting into trouble more often than not anyway. Try as he might, he's not always good at acting put together.

He'll take you around town for dates, stopping to pet any cats that pass by, watching the sunset from a "good spot" as he calls it. Whenever he gets a food or drink, he usually does it with the thought of sharing it with you in mind. If you're craving anything, he'll buy it for you the moment he hears about it.

Home dates will be quite common too. He likes to just sit and read with you, sharing any jokes in his book that he finds funny. After dating for some time, he'll give you a copy of his favourite book, little sticky notes between the pages so you can read some of his thoughts while getting through the story. You both also often share music with each other, exchanging songs and the like.

He's the type to write you cute notes to remind you of something important when he can't remind you in person. He pastes sticky notes on the fridge, the dining table, on your phone, making sure you'll read it. When he prepares food for you, a little note to remind you of his love will be sure to greet you when you open the container. He'll definitely write more of them for you when he finds out you have a soft spot for handwritten notes.

Runner-up: Hakari Kinji (Honestly, Hakari is a good match for you the same way Bachira is a good match for you, so I decided to go for a more opposites attract route for JJK.)

#hope you like it! #match up trade

[mccarthawrites]

Old Friends

Relationship: Matt Simmons & Clara Seger; Emily Prentiss & OC!Lucy Rivera; Clara Seger/Emily Prentiss

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Matt shows up in New York and reunites with his childhood friend, Clara. On the other side of New York, Lucy is catching up with her childhood friend, Emily.

Author’s Note: Yes, Emily and Clara are a couple. No, Matt and Lucy have no idea they share mutual friends.

Words: 1,519

Strike Zone Masterlist || Criminal Minds Masterlist

A couple months had passed since Lucy and Matt’s night together, but they had been texting almost every day. A little flirting here and there. He was waiting for the season to end so he could plan a trip to New York to see her again. Wanting an excuse to go to the city besides just to see her, he made plans with one of his childhood best friends, Clara, who was living in the city with her fiance.

Leaning on her car, Clara smiled as she watched Matt exit the airport. Throwing her hands in the air in excitement. With their schedules and the distance, they barely saw each other anymore.

“Can’t believe you still have those.” Matt playfully flicked the lens of the Aviators Clara had stolen from him in high school.

“I swear, are you getting taller or am I getting shorter?” She asked, making him laugh.

“You are definitely getting shorter.” He teased. “Thanks for picking me up. I appreciate it.”

“Are you kidding me? I was telling Em how bummed I was that I missed you last time you were here. As soon as you said you were planning a trip, I knew I needed to take time off to see you.”

“Please tell me you did not take time off just for me.” He looked at her.

“What if I did?” She asked, laughing. “Don’t worry. We’ve got some wedding planning stuff this week. So I figured it was easier to just take time off than fighting my schedule.” She shrugged, watching Matt load his bag into the back. “How long do we have you for? We’ve got the guest room primed and ready. You’ll be the first occupant in the new place.”

“Actually- I booked a hotel I didn’t want to be a burden on you guys.” He told her as they got into the car.

“Boo!” She teased. “You know you’re not a burden. I already told you-” She paused. “You’ve got a girlfriend in the city, don’t you?”

“What? Why do you think I’ve got a girlfriend in the city?” He asked.

“What’s her name?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The reason you’re here. You did not come just to see me and Emily. So talk. Who is she? Do I know her? Is she cute?” Clara asked. Matt chuckled.

“What makes you think there’s someone?”

“Mae said you’ve been texting someone so we put one and one together because you don’t make random trips to New York.”

“Of course, Mae told you.” He scoffed, jokingly.

“There are no secrets between us. But she said she couldn’t get anything out of you. So why are you being so secretive about this mystery woman? Tell me about her. Because she has to be special.”

“There’s not much to say. I mean- we met and hooked up last time I was here for a game and we’ve been casually texting.” He explained.

“Met and hooked up? You had a casual hook-up? Since when?” Clara asked, genuinely sounding surprised.

“It happened faster than I’m used to, but- I like her.” He shrugged. “She said the next time I’m in the city we could see each other again so- I’m here.”

“Please tell me she knows you’re here and you’re not trying to surprise her.” She looked at him for a moment, before turning her attention back to the road.

“Of course, she knows I’m here. We’re meeting up on Thursday.” He replied.

“So you’re taking her out? To dinner?”

“Well- we said we’d meet at the hotel so-”

“Another casual hook-up. Are you okay with that?” She asked. “Because last time I checked, you don’t do casual.”

“I can do casual.”

“Come on, Matt. You’ve been talking about getting married and having a family since we were six. You’re in for the long run. So are you sure about this, Mr. ‘I’m looking for someone to spend my life with’.” She mocked him, making him chuckle.

“You’re acting like I am completely incapable of being casual.”

“Because you brought a house to start a family in and you live there. Alone.”

“Why are you and Derek so stuck on me living alone? I don’t live alone. I-”

“Rose does not count. I’m sorry. I adore her, but she is a dog. Listen, I am just looking out for you. Can you do this without catching feelings?” She asked. Matt sighed. “I’m not here to tell you what to do, but I know you. Maybe you should talk to her. Make sure you’re on the same page before you get hurt.”

“Derek says I scare women away by coming on too strong.” He looked at her for a reaction.

“Well-”

“So he’s right?”

“You can’t ask a woman on the first date if she wants to get married and have ten kids hypothetically. You gotta give it time.”

“But I’d rather not waste her time. What’s wrong with that?”

“Off the bat that sounds terrifying. No matter how attractive you are. You gotta let them get to know you. Listen, you know I think you’re amazing. You are husband material, but- it’s not your fault and it’s not a weakness. You just haven’t found the woman who wants the same things you do, yet. And you will. Look at me. I didn’t think I’d ever get married let alone to someone like Em. You just need to find your Emily.”

“Yeah. I guess.” He sighed.

“Can’t believe I’m getting married before you.” She teased, making him laugh.

“Wow. Way to rub it in my face.” He teased. “How is Emily?”

“She’s doing alright! Her mom’s been driving us nuts giving us unsolicited advice about the wedding.”

“Is she waiting for you at home?’

“No. She had a lunch date with a friend, but she will be joining us for dinner tonight.” Clara explained.

Lucy and Emily had been friends since they were kids. As they got older, life started getting in the way of things, but they still tried to make time for each other.

“How’s wedding planning going?’ Lucy asked. Emily scoffed. “That bad?”

“No. Not completely. My mom is trying to put her two cents into every decision we’ve made. But we found a gorgeous venue upstate. But I can’t wait for this to be over and done with.” Emily explained. “You’d think I’ve been planning my wedding since I was five, I should have more of this put together.”

“Yeah, that’s how I felt when Mateo and I started our planning, but I guess I dodged a bullet, right?” Lucy teased. “I’m so excited for your wedding though. Are you doing a dress or a suit? Have you found it yet, and if not can I be invited?”

“I’m still debating on that, but I’m leaning towards a suit. How’s your dad? My mom said he’s planning to retire.”

“He’s been planning to retire for four years now. It’s not happening. He’ll retire when he’s dead.” Lucy laughed. “Your mom’s gonna retire before he does.”

“She is. She’s leaving after this semester. Moving down south after the wedding.”

“Where down south? Tell her to steer clear of Florida.” Lucy teased.

“Oh, I have.” Emily laughed. “So what’s going on with you? Anything new? Any new hot athletes in your bed?” Her question made Lucy smile. “There is. What’s his name?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Didn’t have to.” Emily shrugged. “So tell me about him.”

“We hooked up last time he was here in the city. He’s from out of state.” Lucy explained.

“Hooked up? Like you had a one-night stand with this guy?”

“Yes. I thought it was a one-night stand, but we’ve been texting. Told him next time he’s in the city, he could look me up. So we’re meeting up on Thursday. However, I’m not ready to jump back into another relationship. Not after Mateo. I need to be less focused on a happily ever after and more focused on having fun. I’ve got plenty of time to get married and settle down.” Lucy shrugged.

“Good for you, Luce. Going full Sex and the City. I respect it.” Emily teased. “What happened to that guy on the Mets you were seeing?”

“Cooper? He’s got a very cute girlfriend now, so- that’s not happening anymore. Which is a blessing, because I think I was starting to catch feelings for him.”

“Would it have been the end of the world if you did?” Emily asked. “Maybe he reciprocated.”

“We’ll never know now.” Lucy shrugged. “So Clara’s doing well?”

“Yeah. Her childhood friend from back home is in the city for a visit. So she’s hanging out with him right now, probably. We’re having him over for dinner. You should come.”

“Sounds like you’re setting me up on a blind date.” Lucy teased. “Thanks for the invite, but I can’t. Got an interview with the Crimsons’ rookie tonight. Raincheck, though? I haven’t seen the new place.”

“It’s amazing. You’re gonna love it. But I must warn you it looks nothing like the floorplans we used to draw.” Emily teased, making Lucy laugh.

#Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds: Beyond Borders #Matt Simmons #Matthew Simmons #Clara Seger #Emily Prentiss

[bonny-kookoo]

I feel like now we deserve a smut(to show how sorry he is) for the home couple.... Just because you caused a chaos in our hearts💔💔💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭

A/N: Please note: In this AU, the OC has taken measures to prevent a pregnancy for now, aka has gotten an IUD. Always wrap it before you tap it folks!

As always, languages are marked as: English/Korean

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Jungkook and you like watching random videos until late at night whenever he's got a late start to his day the next day, and doesn't need to get up early.

Like right now; randomly scrolling through his suggested videos, there's a video that makes him snort. "What to do if you get choked against a wall?" He asks no one in particular, and you blurt out what comes to your mind first.

"Moan." You say- before you burst out laughing at his shocked face, eyes wide open like a deer caught in the headlights.

"that's not- I.." He starts, unsure what to say, as he becomes a bit panicked now. Because with the way you're tangled together underneath the covers, you're definitely able to feel-

"Oh my god Kook are you getting hard?" You laugh, genuinely amused by the whole situation, as he throws his head back, whining dramatically.

"It's not my fault, stop making fun of it!" He complains, though a chuckle finds its way through, betraying his antics as you lay next to him, teasingly leaning up to lay a kiss against a certain spot just underneath his jawline against his throat, making him squeeze his eyes shit. "S-stop you-" He starts, chuckling to himself. "You're unfair, we wanted to watch stuff-" He complains jokingly.

"Well, I don't wanna anymore." You say, untangling yourself and making him gasp as your leg brushes against his hard on inside his underwear. "Oh you big baby, wait a few seconds will you?" You tease, putting the laptop down- before Jungkook takes his chance, pouncing onto you from behind, making you laugh as he playfully kisses your neck, hands holding yours against the mattress from above you- your back against his chest.

"So-" He says, before one of his hands reaches for the front of your throat, wrapping around it before he pushes you up a little- not too much to really do anything, just to tease. "Choking, huh?" He jokes with a chuckle. "Kinky."

"Hey-" You start, wiggling around until you're on your back underneath him. "You got hard at that." You say, and he raises his brows.

"Really?" He challenges, before he lifts your legs, pulling off your underwear before he places his hand against your center, both of his middle fingers collecting your juices to spread around.

Jungkook was a clean guy- except in the bedroom, it seemed.

"I didn't.. Get excited alone." He says, and you shrug. "So pretty." He muses, leaning down towards you. "So wet." He almost whispers, before he kisses you, instantly demanding entrance you gladly give to him.

He slips out of his own underwear eagerly, licking his lips before he crawls over you again, hands running over your skin with gentle desire as he grabs at your chest, one of his favorite spots simply because you're so sensitive like this- but at the same time so comfortable outside sexual situations, as weird as it may sound. His pace is slow and steady after entering you; still full of appreciation at the fact that you've gone out to make it possible for him to be so close to you.

His inked hand wraps around your throat again as you arch your back- the sensations proving too much for you to hold your orgasm back any longer as he nips at your nipple- playfully pulling it a little, but not too much to hurt.

He'd never hurt.

There's nothing else much said except the exchanges of 'I love you's, hushed as if it was a secret to keep locked behind walls. But everyone knows you love one another- and that's exactly how it should be.

Because he really loves you, to the moon and back- now, and forever.

#Home!Jungkook #home!jungkook #jungkook imagine #bts imagine #bts smut #jungkook smut

[reidsaurora]

"Immature" ~ M. Collins

Summary: After taking the summer off, it was finally time for Supernatural to begin filming another season. As a "welcome back" gift, Y/N has a little bit of fun pulling pranks on Misha, which costs him multiple takes. Only he doesn't know that Y/N is the one pulling the pranks...

Pairing: Misha Collins x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,344

Content Warning: mild swearing, food, i think that's it?

Genre: Fluff, funny and comedic Fluff

Extra Notes: as usual, this imagine features my limited knowledge of the bunker so if it's wrong i apologize lol

Based On The Prompts: "What are you talking about? I'm very mature." and "Did you just throw that at me?"

Originally Written: 11/08/2021

Supernatural masterlist can be found here!

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One of my favorite things about being back on set when starting new seasons was playing pranks on my castmates.

Sometimes it would be something as simple as leaving a fake rat in Jensen's trailer or Misha stealing Jared's phone and changing the settings from English to German.

Other times, it got out of hand like the time Jensen and I pulled the hickey prank on Misha.

I was about to start my third season on the show playing a character named Mackenzie Craig, or as she was more commonly known, Mack. In the first season I was in, my character was introduced as a love interest for Dean (hence why I chose Jensen as my accomplice during the hickey prank). But, when Misha and I became a couple at the beginning of my second season, the writers chose to make Mack a love interest for Castiel instead.

Now that Misha and I had been dating for a year, my mind was filled with pranks I could pull on him during filming.

Today, I had chosen a more simple prank, a.k.a. throwing random things at Misha during random takes. Sure, I'd probably get in trouble for screwing up multiple takes, but it's not like he hadn't done the same to me last week when he threw water balloons at me during four different takes.

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The first random object I'd decided on was an eraser, since I had it in my pocket while I was breaking down my script.

"Scene F, take one, action!" I heard the director call.

I hid around the corner, watching the scene play out. The scene started with Cas and Dean in the bunker library, the two of them sitting across from each other at the table.

"Dean?" Castiel said, looking away from his phone and up at Dean.

"Yeah, Cas?" Dean replied, looking up from his computer.

"What are some things that can be handmade?" he asked.

"Well, there's a lot of things that can be handmade. I need to know what category we're talking about here."

"Mack requested that I give her something handmade for her birthday instead of buying her a gift, but I'm not quite sure what I should make."

"Well, has she ever said she wanted you to make her anything specific?"

"No, but I thought you could help since you know a lot about women."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, Dean, you did date her too."

THUMP!

"Ow," Misha blurted out, rubbing the back of his head. "What was that?"

Jensen shrugged his shoulders, though I wasn't totally convinced he hadn't seen me. He looked in my direction, but I moved quickly so no one would spot me.

Misha turned and spotted the eraser on the floor, a puzzled look across his face. He examined it for a moment. "It has holes poked in it. Y/N!"

Crap! Why didn't I think about that?

I walked around the corner, snack in hand. Luckily there was a snack table right by that entrance to the set, so that would be my alibi.

"Yeah?" I asked, putting a pretzel stick in my mouth.

"Did you just throw this at me?" he asked, holding up the eraser.

"No, I was over at the snack table."

"Then who stole your lucky 'on-set' eraser and threw it at me?"

"I don't know. I was just getting a snack," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

Misha rolled his eyes and turned back to Jensen, the two prepared to start the scene over.

Prank one, down.

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After waiting a while, it was now time for me to film a scene with Jared, Jensen, and Misha. The four of us were in the Bunker set. Jared and I sat on the couch, while Jensen and Misha sat across the room.

"Scene K, take two, action!"

"Hey, I think I figured out how to get rid of the witch problem," Sam said as he looked at his computer.

"Hit me," I replied.

"I found an anti-summoning potion. Basically, we brew this potion, say a spell, and the witch should be unsummoned."

CRASH!

The window broke, making Dean and Cas jump up from their seats.

"What the hell?! She's resorted to breaking our windows!" Dean shouted.

Dean and Cas continued to look out the window, pretending to see the witch.

I held up my finger in front of my mouth so as to signal to both Jared and the crew to stay quiet. I picked up one of the throw pillows off the couch and tossed it at Misha, hitting his back with it.

"What the heck?" he turned around and spotted the pillow on the floor behind him. "Who threw this?"

Jared and I both pointed at each other, our eyes widened.

"Seriously, who threw this?"

"S/he did it," Jared and I said in sync.

"Alright, reset, everyone!" the director called.

Second prank, done and done.

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"Action!"

The scene showed Dean, Sam, and Castiel walking through a grocery store together. Dean and Sam were shopping for potion ingredients, while Cas seemed to have other things on his mind.

"Dean?" Castiel said.

"Yeah, Cas?" Dean replied as he pushed the shopping cart through the produce section.

"Do you think Mack would enjoy a scrapbook?"

I know it was Cas and not Misha, but that line still made me swoon.

"Cas, we're trying to find the lemons. You think you could worry about your girlfriend later?" Sam replied as he turned back to look at Cas.

SMACK!

"Dammit!" Misha exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head. He turned and looked at the ground, spotting the lemon I had chucked at his head. "Hey, I found those lemons you were talking about," he said with a chuckle, placing the lemon in Jared's hand. Jared let out a loud laugh in response.

"Yeah, I guess we don't need to find the lemons after all," Jensen laughed along as well.

Misha turned, looking around to see where the lemon had come from. I was hiding behind a shelf of fruit, so I wasn't visible, or at least not to Misha, Jensen, and Jared.

Another prank, done.

"Take three!" the director shouted.

The three went back to their original spots, preparing to start the scene over.

"Action!"

As the three of them restarted their lines, I attempted to sneak out of the set.

"Y/N, we can see you in the back of the shot!" one of the cameramen shouted.

Crap…

"Sorry, guys!" I called back, rushing out of the shot.

"Y/N, did you throw that lemon at me?" Misha asked.

"Gotta get to my trailer. I'll talk later, babe!" I replied, running off the set. I could hear Jensen and Jared laughing as I did so.

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After the last prank, I found myself sitting in my trailer, practicing my lines and highlighting my script. As I was doing so, I heard a knock on the trailer door.

I opened the door, only to spot Misha. He was still dressed as Cas, still sporting the trench coat and everything.

"Hey, babe."

"Did you throw all those things at me today?" he asked me point blank.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Haha, really funny," he said sarcastically.

"I'm serious. I've been in here. The only time I left was to film that scene with you guys earlier," I lied.

"You are so immature. I thought we were over the on-set pranks."

"What are you talking about? I'm very mature."

He laughed and grabbed me by the waist. "You may be immature, but at least it's an enjoyable kind of immature."

"You're so cute when you wanna be," I smiled.

"I know, right?" Misha chuckled, leaning in and giving me a kiss.

These were the times I loved the most: coming back on set after being away from Misha for months and finally getting to just sit and bask in the warmth of each other's company. We may have been immature when it came to pranks, but at least we could be immature together.

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[3rensgf]

stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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[vinnieswife]

Out of the Ring

boxer!Vinnie Hacker x assistant!Reader

words: 1,3k

Warnings: blood, violence,Vinnie being his own warning.

author's note: after the fight between tiktokers vs youtubers I was circling this one-shot in my head about a relationship between (boxer and assistant) as in the movies, it sounds a little clique but it is the best thing I have, and finally I have finished it :)

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The last fight had not gone well, the opponent had changed at the last moment leaving Vinnie without time to study his opponent and train focusing on his weak points, He had no idea on how to defend himself and how to attack a completely random opponent you knew what this was rigged about.

Just before the fight you and Kio went to the stands to cheer on Vinnie in the fight, but your surprise was looking at the ranking screen and seeing another name on the table.

"Wasn't he supposed to box Bryce?" (let's say this was a friendly match between Bryce and Vinnie) Kio asked puzzled, but when he saw your confused face he realized that you didn't know either.

"Yes, he's been preparing for weeks, I don't understand why it could change, I'll go tell him" you got up from the stands leaving a bewildered Kio in them.

On the way to the locker room you came across several boxers who were also fighting tonight, some with concern and some with pride.

When you got to the locker room you heard Vinnie fight with Jordan.

"How has it changed ?! I have been preparing for combat with Bryce for weeks, not to fight Deji! " Vinnie yelled grumpily.

"And what do you want me to do? They have changed your rival.” Jordan left the locker room greeting you on the way. Upon entering Vinnie's eyes fell on you, you just walked over and wrapped your arms around his torso.

"Give up, say you won't fight" you whispered against his chest.

"You know I can't do that, I'm very close to getting the title" "but it's going to hurt you" you caressed his cheeks carefully "I can't see that Vinnie" you whispered looking into his eyes.

"T/n ..."

"Yes, when I started dating you I knew where I was getting myself into but, I'm never going to get used to seeing how they hit you"

"I will try to get hit as little as possible" he smiled leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

You both left the locker room together, when you appeared in the hallway facing the ring, the screams of the people there began to resonate throughout the stadium, Deji was already inside the ring warming up, you looked at Vinnie, his eyes were fixed on his opponent.

He grabbed your hand planting a kiss on the back for good luck.

"Please don't die"

He laughed "I'm not going to die doll" he left another kiss on your lips, this time something more intense. "Good luck" you whispered and he stepped into the ring.

You quickly returned to the stands with Kio, sitting next to him. "Wow that has been romantic" "oh shut up" you said tapping his shoulder gently.

The fight had already started, for the moment everything was going well, they both gave and received blows, until Vinnie was distracted for a second and one of his opponent's blows hit his ribs, taking all the air out of his lungs, since then the things went from bad to worse, Deji didn’t gave him time to think between blows, blood dripped from his nose from the last blow, Vinnie managed to stop one of the blows towards his stomach but his opponent's left fist hit his lower lip, throwing it to the ground, your heart was beating at a thousand per hour, while you tightly grasped Kio's arm fearing the worst, the bell that indicated the end of the round sounded.

"Saved by the bell" said the commentator, you and Kio quickly went down to the ring entering through the gate, Vinnie was sitting on a stool that the referee had placed on,you grabbed his face carefully examining the blows and cuts of his face.

"Vinnie..."

"I'm fine, but he’s so fast, I can't defend myself" He said, breathing heavily.

"Maybe when you lose I could teach your girlfriend what a champion is, oh wait, maybe I could even fuck her better than you" Deji blurted out looking you up and down, Vinnie got up ready to smash that guy's face, but you and Kio you stopped him quickly.

"Beat his ass" you whispered on Vinnie's lips before placing a chaste kiss on his mouth.

You and Kio left the ring watching the fight again, the bell rang indicating the start of the fight, "you're going to pay dearly for talking to her like that" Vinnie said by widing the blood falling from his lip with the boxing glove. "oh really? I' love seeing it", but this time something was different Vinnie was in another position, as if in the first round he had just been taking mental notes about the blows from his adversary, his opponent's attacks were quickly stopped by Vinnie as he struck back with even more force.

Several punches flew up to his opponent's face leaving him dizzy with what Vinnie took advantage of by delivering a strong punch against his jaw leaving his opponent on the floor.

"I told you you were going to pay dearly for talking to her like that" Vinnie said looking at Deji on the floor.

The stadium was filled with shouts of excitement and applause from the audience, Kio and you jumped in excitement when you saw that Vinnie was still in one piece.

"I can't believe He did it" Kio said shaking his head as a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Let's give thanks that he’s still in one piece" You both laughed at the thought.

When people began to disperse you went down to the locker room, finding your boyfriend in front of the mirror examining the cuts and trying to wipe the blood from his face.

You carefully took his face between your hands, removing the cotton from his hands to clean it, "you don't know how much I hate you" "you're in love with me darling” you shook your head outlining a small smile, you carefully passed the cotton through the cut of his nose earning you a little hiss from his part. "I'm sorry" you whispered.

His eyes followed your every move on his face, you were so focused on doing him the least possible damage that you didn't realize that Vinnie's hands settled on your waist, sticking you closer to him.

"I love you Vinnie, and I would never leave you alone, do you hear me? never” you put your forehead with his, leaving a phantom kiss on his lips.

"I love you more" you opened your mouth to refute but he was faster covering it with his hand "don't you dare brat"

You laughed at his childish behavior removing his hand from your mouth, his hands descended to the back of your thighs getting you up and placing you on the locker room sink. you know, I have a couple of tricks up my sleeve"

"oh really?"

"Do you want me to show them to you?" he said with a smiling smiling "I'd love it" you said on his lips.

pd: all the respect towards Deji the fight well in the fight and I don't want to send any kind of hatred towards him.

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[lvyu]

friendly rivals

hockey, dream x ice skater, reader

ask; s. you’re bound to crush on the person you argue with all the time— friendly arguments, of course. it only makes sense.

note: hi this is bad, my bad.

[ dream ]

no because how are you rivals you don’t even play the same sport, just in the same general area— area being the same... ice place.

the two of really went “i need a rival to make my life more interesting, looked at each other at the same time and said, “perfect”

which is a little funny considering the first time you met you were both ten— just a couple of ten year olds casually making enemies.

at least it was funny for your parents when they came to pick you up and instead saw their child bickering over the validity of grape juice with another random kid.

“clay, how was your practice?”

instead of answering his dad, he slid down on his chair. “he argued with another kid about juice when i went to pick him up,” his mom answered instead.

“oh.”

it’s more of a friendly banter kind of... rivalry because i mean,

granted you don’t even play the same sport, but to be fair you do both do something involving ice.

it really is more just meaningless bickering than a serious rivalry. from an outsider’s perspective, it’s a bit annoying. but you don’t mind it. it’s fun to have someone you can.. well let’s say debate with and not have them feel hurt, since typically people get offended or off-put by it.

giving into the hockey and skating thing, he’s come to occasionally watch you when you practice and vice versa. so it’s only a given that you’ll make a snarky quip while watching the other.

“lost your touch, have you?” he faked throwing water on you from his bottle in retaliation, squeezing a bit out at the floor instead. “then again guess you never had anything to begin with.”

this time he opted to squirt some of the water onto you.

“you get out there and do your little spins, see how far that’ll get you in the game.”

if you listened close enough, you could hear the cheering in his head, congratulating himself for his ‘good’ response. “probably not far,” you shrugged. “then again, i haven’t been playing that game for the past seven years.”

yeah, you got him.

it was painfully obvious you liked each other.

painfully.

and you’d imagine that two people who throw nothing but arguments at the other would most definitely have the confidence to confess to someone, right? you’d imagine that they’d stop arguing as often as they did once they realized it, right?

sure, of course that makes sense.

‘cept you guys were idiots.

to be fair, wrong timing played a large factor in it taking so long to get together. one of you would be going through a tough time, or maybe the other was involved with someone else, or had just ended a relationship!— it was always something.

when the confession finally came, it was anticlimactic and done in the most mundane way possible, simply because clay just wanted to get it out before life got in the way again.

that doesn’t necessarily make it a bad moment, though after the fact you did tease him once he let you look at the original plan he wrote up when he was barely eighteen.

“you had three years to prepare and you couldn’t get anything from your original plan? not even the posters or maybe a couple streamers?”

he raised an eyebrow. “you actually wanted posters and streamers?” he leaned back in his seat, thinking it over again. “you know i was probably sleep-deprived or some shit when i wrote that, right?”

you looked over at the paper in your hands. half of it did look the ramblings of a crazy man— especially the single mention of a firework just thrown in there, but it made some sense. “it would’ve been fun to see a cat in a suit.”

he drew his attention to you almost instantly. “you’re joking.”

“no, no, you wrote it in section 3A.”

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