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nameless-ken · 29 days

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Aight, so I don't know if this makes a lick of sense, but I'm trying.

Basically, can you do a piece where Billy and Reader are at the gas station at the same time (not that they really realize it). And Reader is trying to start up her car just as Billy is leaving the store, and her car won't start and she has run out of quarters for the pay phone (or something, not important). Billy watches this go down and they bicker a bit until he is just like "So you want to freeze in a dead car?" Or "Do you want my help or not." (Something like that) IDK how you want it to end, I have no preference.

Not necessarily romance, more like they know of each other but haven't really interacted, and Billy is either just trying to be a better person or is helping because he thinks reader is hot and slightly expected her to be easier to woo.

Feel free to change anything. I'm just a sucker for bickering really.

It's usually hard for me to not write romance lol so this kind of friendly behavior was fun to write! Thanks for the request, hope you like it <3

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Roadside Assistance

You're standing by your car, frustration mounting as the engine refuses to cooperate. It's the worst possible time for a breakdown—at a gas station, of all places. You've tried everything, but the stubborn machine won't even sputter to life. You glance around, hoping for a miracle or at least a pay phone to call for help.

Meanwhile, Billy exits the gas station store, a bag of chips and a bottle of whiskey in hand. He's about to hop into his own car when he notices your predicament. There's a moment of recognition that crosses his face as he remembers you from high school.

"What's the problem?" Billy asks, not unkindly but also not so friendly, as he approaches your car.

You shoot him a frustrated look, feeling a mix of embarrassment and irritation at being caught in this situation. "My car won't start," you reply curtly, patience running thin.

Billy eyes the car for a moment before glancing back at you, an amused glint in his eyes. "Looks like you're having a rough day," he observes, a hint of sarcasm creeping into his tone.

You bristle at his comment, feeling a surge of defensiveness. "Thanks for the observation," you retort, your tone laced with sarcasm of your own.

He quirks an eyebrow, not backing down. "Need a hand?" he offers, his expression unreadable.

You hesitate, weighing your options. Pride wars with practicality, but ultimately, the cold air and the sinking realization that you're stranded win out. "Fine," you relent, admitting defeat. "But don't think I owe you anything."

Billy chuckles, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Wouldn't dream of it," he teases.

You roll your eyes, begrudgingly grateful for the lifeline he's offering. With that, cooperation takes precedence over bickering, at least for the moment.

Billy steps forward with a confident stride, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's the spirit," he says, leaning across you with a smirk as he pops the hood, his movements surprisingly deft. He walks back around, propping it open.

He seems to know his way around an engine, which surprises you. Maybe there's more to Billy than meets the eye.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" you quip, joining him.

He shoots you a playful stare before turning his attention back to the engine. "Looks like your battery's dead," he replies, his tone matter-of-fact.

You groan inwardly, cursing your luck. Of course, it would be something as simple as a dead battery. "Great," you mutter, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

Billy shoots you a sympathetic look. "Lucky for you, I come prepared," he says, his voice carrying a hint of reassurance.

You watch as he strides over to his car parked a few spots away, starting it up and maneuvering it in front of yours. He returns by your side triumphantly with a set of jumper cables held high. Despite your embarrassment at having to rely on him, a sense of gratitude wells within you. "Thanks," you mutter, feeling the weight of the situation lift slightly.

Billy shrugs off your discomfort with ease. "No problem," he replies casually, connecting the cables to his battery.

"Try again," he instructs, gesturing toward your car as you climb back inside. With a sense of hope, you insert the key once more, willing the engine to start.

As the engine roars to life, you can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. Maybe Billy isn't so bad after all. You shoot him a small smile of gratitude, silently acknowledging that maybe, just maybe, you misjudged him.

Billy returns the smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he meets your gaze. "See? That wasn't so hard," he says, a hint of smugness in his tone. You roll your eyes, but there's a small flicker of amusement in your chest.

Billy steps back, a satisfied grin on his face as he watches your car come back to life. "Glad I could be of service.”

"Yeah, thanks again," you reply, genuine appreciation coloring your words. He waves off your thanks with a casual flick of his hand. "Anytime," he says, his voice surprisingly warm.

Maybe this chance encounter was exactly what you needed—a reminder that sometimes, unexpected allies can come from the most unlikely of places.

With a final nod of gratitude, you climb into your car, ready to get home for the night. As you drive off, you can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this won't be the last time you cross paths with Billy.

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fridayth13 · 8 months

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—when they hate you (or do they?)

↳ mammon, leviathan, mephistopheles, thirteen, and raphael × gn!reader (separately)

↳ genre: fluff(?), enemies to lovers-type beat | wordcount: 1.7k | warnings: cursing, lower demon tries to eat you (mammon), kissing mention (thirteen), you get locked in a closet by solomon (raphael)

↳ notes: when i tell you i worked on this for months 🤡 hfdfjkgdgjfdgjdg

—mammon

between the demeaning remarks from mammon and the fact that you wouldn't take his shit from day one, one can probably guess there'd be a problem

but lucifer appointed him to escort you and show you how things are in the devildom, so it's not like mammon could just say no

but eventually your constant bickering seemed to create a fifth type of migraine for lucifer, so he let mammon off the hook and told you to choose another one of his brothers to escort you around rad

you, being you (and still feeling very petty about mammon's comment of you needing a babysitter. like he was one to talk) you did not listen

the freedom was thrilling, in your defense

after being constantly followed and berated by mammon everyday, being able to go around campus without anyone telling you where to go made you a bit excited

that is, until you found yourself cornered by a random lower demon looking for a snack

but before you could even consider making a run for it, the demon stiffened, their previous predatory sneer freezing into a grimace

they fell to the floor immediately after

and there stood mammon, glaring down at them, his fist positioned upwards like he was ready to land another punch

his glare rose to you

"if you're gonna run around rad all willy-nilly without an escort, at least know when you're bein' followed. idiot."

you merely blinked at him, still reeling in surprise

mammon tore his gaze away. if it were anyone else, you'd almost say he looked flustered

"oh come on, don't go lookin' at me like that! what, did ya really think i'd let some lowlife snack on ya? lucifer'd murder me on the spot!"

you didn't even notice you dropped your bag until mammon picked it up off the floor, carrying it on one shoulder. he gave you a rougher-than-intended nudge on the shoulder

he still wouldn't meet your eyes

"come on, human, let's get ya to class"

—leviathan

it all began.. with the tsl trivia quiz. and then it went downhill from there

though leviathan honored his word and gave you a pact and you began respecting his otaku expertise, on a personal level? yeah no

maybe he was still butthurt about the quiz..? you didn't want to assume the worst about him. you barely knew the guy after all

but also he tried to kill you over his hyperfixation. maybe you had the right to assume whatever you want

and honestly, you were bound to get tired of it at some point

"you're just a random normie anyway lol"

"what, you think i'll just let some normie into my room?"

"ugh, i can't believe a normie beat me at a gamee."

forget tired, honestly, you were getting sick of it

you decided you've reached your limit on a random thursday morning

"hey, normie, pass the salt, would you?"

you ought to throw it at his head at this point

your teeth ground together in irritation

you didn't even notice that you'd crossed the room and moved around the entire dining table until you had the demon's collar by the fist

"i have had it with you!"

"wH- eh?" leviathan could only sputter as your grip tightened on his shirt. "what is your problem?"

"what's my problem? what's your problem?"

you didn't catch the hitch in his breath, the growing red of his cheeks, too blinded by annoyance to look anywhere but the narrowed pupils of his eyes

"would it kill you to have some manners, goddammit? i haven't done a single thing but breathe near you and all i hear is normie this, normie that, do you even know my fucking name?"

levi gulped nervously, but he surprised you nonetheless

"..m....mc.. your name is mc." he mumbled.

you were silent for a moment. but even after all the shit, you decided it would have to do for now. this wasn't worth being late to class over

"i'm not done with you.. demon."

you let go (he heaves a sigh of relief below you) and pick up your bag and leave. simple

all the while, levi watched you leave with his heart hammering in his chest

—mephistopheles

let's be honest, it's not very hard to make an enemy out of mephistopheles

even if you weren't an angel, as a human, you managed to get on his nerves just fine

you'd think with his status and titles and riches that fighting with him on a near daily basis would have some serious kind of ripple effect against you

but you quickly learn that no, he was just the most dramatic bitch in the universe

we been knew

but this only served to annoy you more, really. it was clear that he didn't even take you seriously enough to fight you properly

instead, he resorted to being petty and snarky and obnoxious about literally everything and you wanted to break his stupid nose with his stupid cane

depending on who you are, you would be delighted or very irritated to know that you get on his nerves just as badly!! :D

he knew the demon brothers were a bunch of oafs from the start, but honestly, the way they tumbled over each other to kneel at your feet was just a whole new level of pathetic

you were just some random human exchange student, after all. how great could you really be?

that was what he thought until one day, when his younger brother came barreling into the newspaper club room, completely unannounced, for his first surprise visit to his older brother's school

before mephistopheles could question him, he noticed you standing awkwardly in the doorway

"meph, did you meet mc?" his brother's bright grin seemed like a slice out of the sun as his eyes darted between you and your so-called enemy

obliviously, the kid continued rambling on. "your school is really really big, and i got lost after dad dropped me, but mc found me and brought me to you!"

huh

mephistopheles raised his eyes to meet yours. he couldn't quite read the expression on your face. but he didnt push you further

"is that so?"

(as he soon learned, you were actually pretty great)

—thirteen

in thirteen's defense, you were not the target of the trap

obviously

(so clearly, it was solomon's fault right?? riiiight???)

but you didn't seem to think that way. and to her discredit, you did still get caught in it

upside down and dizzy, the rubber rope latched around your ankles and wrists bouncing with the slightest breeze, you swore you would get her back for this

and you did:

after setting you free, the day after, she reset the trap. all you needed to do was push

in your defense, being stuck upside down for hours, even if on a mere accident, was not fun in the slightest

you were even late for class :(

unfortunately for both of you, the reaper seemed to take this as an act of war

and so ensued your rivalry

unfortunately for everyone else, you were both incredibly stubborn, headstrong, and dramatic

so more often than not, other people ended up falling victim to either of your pranks

belphegor gets caught in a tickle machine intended for you, mephistopheles suffers a bucket of ink falling from the door onto his head, not to mention the time lucifer got hit face first with glitter glue

legend says you were both almost suspended

but that wasn't even taking into account how much everyone hated being there for your verbal fights

satan has had to leave so many rooms just to keep from getting irritated at your antics

it isn't until asmodeus intervened one day that some of the poor witnesses figured out how to make a little entertainment off of this predicament

"good heavens, would you two just KISS already?!"

and, well, in asmodeus's defense, it had just been a joke on his part; a way to get you both to shut up

but much to both of your discredit, neither of you were all that good at hiding your blushing

—raphael

it started with solomon, being the good, amazing, wonderful peacekeeper with no ulterior motives that he is, he hatched a plan to get you and the angel to make up

a plan that was totally not for his own entertainment whatsoever, no

he even got luke to help him out :D

and that was the story of how you and raphael got locked in a room together <3

"luke, please let us out. right now."

a muscle ticked in raphael's jaw as solomon laughed from the other side of the door

"sorry!" luke exclaimed. "we can't open it just yet! not until you talk and make up!"

"solomon....." you warned

"tsk tsk tsk. come on, mc, we're only trying to help you. both of you"

"define 'help'." raphael muttered

you snorted at his quip

"well, for one, the fact that spears rain from the heavens whenever you fight"

"that is none of your business!"

you couldn't help but laugh at his words, even as he glanced your way with incredulity. if anything, the bewildered look only made you laugh again

"guys, you know i could just summon one of the brothers to let us out right? why bother with all this?"

"i know you can, of course," replied solomon. "but. you know. we'd much rather you didn't"

"we just want you two to stop fighting.." luke said

your shoulders slumped at his voice. luke, at least, was being serious

you glanced sideways at raphael. he met your gaze, and the look on his face told you he was thinking the same thing

the angel sighed. "..okay"

"okay what?" luke asked

"we will try to get along."

"really?!"

raphael chuckled. "yes, really" the soft smile on his face faded as he saw your expression

"what."

"nothing, nothing, i just don't think i've seen you smile so nicely before" :)

"which would make sense, given that you're annoying"

"you-"

"haha," solomon chuckled. "they're getting along already"

"it doesn't sound like it.."

"guess it's our time to leave, luke"

"wait, wh- HEY. solomon, put me down!"

you and raphael exchanged glances

"who shall i call?"

"lucifer"

you shared a short, conspiratorial grin

"just what i was thinking"

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 1 year

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Family is who you choose (USWNT x Adhd Reader)

Continuation of Just tell them

This is a combination of these requests: One, two

I had a shit day at work so you guys get a fic! This was requested a while ago. Hope you enjoy!

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So I had forgotten to take my medication again today. I hadn't been able to sleep until late and slept through my alarm. It left me in a rush to get ready which meant I forgot my meds. Once again it was too late by time I realised. I was already dreading the day, my mind would be all over the place, but maybe it would be slightly better now that the team knew.

The first problem of the day was when I got told off by the coaches. I wasn't sure what I had done, all I had been doing was playing with a ball while I listened to them. It helped me actually focus on what they were saying.

"Y/n laps now."

"What did I do?"

Ali put her hand on my arm, "Just do them."

I stepped back, feeling myself getting defensive, "I didn't do anything though."

"Y/n-"

My eyes stung as angry tears tried to escape. When sensory overload starts happening, I was more irritable and emotional. I was already overstimulated, so it wasn't a surprise at how annoyed I was getting. Especially when I was being punished for seemingly nothing. All it did was bring me back to my childhood, where I was constantly in trouble for things I couldn't help or didn't even do. I wasn't one to openly display emotions that weren't good so I shook Ali off and walked away, "Whatever."

The rest of practice, I did my best to listen to the coaches and spoke up when needed, but other then that, I ignored everyone. I was still upset, but I also just needed space so I wouldn't get distracted. I didn't need to get in anymore trouble. Once practice finished, I made it to the locker room before everyone else and instantly went to shower.

Ali sat down on the bench in front of me as I was putting my things back in my bag. I tried to ignore her, but she pulled my bag away to get my attention, "What's wrong?"

I shrugged it off, grabbing my bag back, "Nothing. I'm fine."

"Ally said when you get quiet, you're likely either over stimulated or upset. We just want to help, talk to us."

Obviously, I wasn't getting out of this one so I took a deep breath to stop myself snapping and sat down next to her, "I'm both. My mind is a mess and I got in trouble for nothing."

"Y/n, you weren't listening, that's wh-"

"I was though! I could have told you pretty much everything he said. I'm not like you, I can't just sit still and listen. If I'm not doing something, my mind runs wild and I can't focus, I can't listen. No one bothered to listen to me though so yeah I'm a bit upset about it."

Ali sighed, pulling me into her side and kissing my temple, "I'm sorry Y/n, I shouldn't have made assumptions. We can talk to coach, explain that you need to be doing something, but you're still listening."

I felt a bit better that Ali actually listened instead of just dismissing me, "That would be good."

One of the girls started playing music, I ended up being dragged up to dance with them. I avoided being touched, that only increased my sensory overload, but I did sing loudly moving around the room without a care in the world. Despite having just finished practice, I had a lot of energy.

Eventually, it was time to head back to the hotel, but before we could leave I blurted out, "I want to play on the swings. Can we go to the park?"

The girls looked at me for a second before Emily grinned, looking at veterans, "Yeah can we?"

A few of the other younger players all agreed, giving them the same pleading look that I was. After a few seconds, Ali sighed, "Of course you can."

I squealed, jumping up and down before jumping into Ali's arms, "Yes!"

Pretty much the entire team had come with me to the park. I was a bit surprised, they likely had better things to do than watch a 24 year old run around a park. Despite that, some of the younger girls played with me while everyone else watched, laughing and smiling. Besides Ally and maybe one other close friend, I had never had people who willingly went to the park with me and didn't judge me for it. Now they knew about my ADHD, had never judged me for it and were always supportive, I was starting to be more myself around them. It was still a work in progress, but I was getting there slowly. An hour and a bit later, the girls dragged me back to the hotel for dinner.

It was team bonding night, normally I didn't mind it, I actually quite enjoyed it, but today I was dreading it. I had mostly been able to push through it today, to control the sensory overload, but everything was getting too overwhelming at the moment. I knew I wouldn't be able to sit through a movie or pay attention to any games they may want to play. Ali sat down next to me, hand going to my knee to stop it from bouncing, "We're going to watch a movie, I know you're probably a bit over stimulated so you can play Legos."

My head shot up at the mention of Lego, before confusion seeped in. I didn't have any Lego here, "Lego? What Lego?"

"Here. We got you this today." Alex pulled out a bag. There was a Doctor who Lego set which looked like the inside of a Tardis and there was a Jurassic world one that included a mansion and multiple different dinosaurs. It was two of my favourite shows/movies. I couldn't stop myself as I dropped the bag on the bed and jumped up and down clapping my hands. I was incredibly excited, the hardest part would be choosing which one to do first.

"Thank you, thank you!! I'm so excited." I gave Alex a quick hug before pulling away and playing with my fingers suddenly a bit nervous. I wanted to hang out with them, but I also really wanted to call Ally. We hadn't talked much today and I missed her, "Um can I play with them in my room?"

I saw concern flash across the veterans faces before Ali stepped forward, "Of course you can Y/n. Is everything okay?"

"Everything's just a bit much at the moment. Sensory overload or whatever. I think I'm going to call Ally, she can always quieten my mind."

Emily looked confused as she spoke up, "But you seem so excited."

"I am about the Legos, they look like so much fun, but sometimes the hyper activeness can get overwhelming. It may look like fun, but I can't control it and it just gets too much and I-I-I-"

Ali quickly cut me off, "It's okay, is there anything we can do to help?"

"A hug? Maybe Tierna?" Ever since we met, Tierna always brought me comfort. She gave amazing hugs and I was always able to relax even if it was just a little bit. Tierna smiled, opening her arms for me to fall into. It helped me relax a little bit, but I wished it was Ally. Even just hearing her voice calmed my mind.

After a few seconds of hugging Tierna, I jumped back up, "I'm going to play with my Lego!"

"We'll check on you later."

I set up at the desk before quickly facetiming Ally. She answered instantly. As usual she was sitting on the floor with papers all around her. She always worked more when I was away because I wasn't there to distract her.

Hey baby

My mind slowed down, body relaxing as I heard her voice, Hi love

You okay?

I forgot my meds this morning, I was just getting overwhelmed. Oh guess what!

You love me?

So much, but look the team got me Legos!! I have a doctor who one and a Jurassic world one!

That's awesome baby, are you going to do those now? What one are you going to do first?

Um, I think maybe the doctor who one. I was thinking I could do this with you on the phone? Unless you'll get bored?

Of course we can stay on call, I'll never get bored of being able to just look up and see you.

Thank you, tell me about your day?

It was sameold same old, but I have a story to tell you

I zoned out completely, my focus on the Legos and Ally's voice. It was just as much fun as I expected it to be. I knew it would be hard to pull myself away from it now that I had started. I don't know how long had passed, but I looked up at my phone, freezing when I saw Ally wasn't wearing anything with water slowly dripping off her.

Whoa, when did you get naked?

Ally laughed, turning to look at me quickly, About 15 minutes ago when I told you I was having a shower. I'm quite surprised the sound didn't make you look up.

You are gorgeous baby, but I was very much invested in my Legos. I'm almost finished this one!

I know baby, I also know you would have looked up in a heartbeat if I said I was getting naked, but I wanted you to have fun with your Lego. It's looking very good.

You are absolutely correct. You do look incredible though Ally.

Thank you, you're not so bad yourself. I expect to be taken with you next time you shower. How have things been since the team found out about your ADHD?

They're protective, but they make sure I take my meds most of the time anyway, try to help when I get over stimulated and I can just be myself. We all went to the park today because I wanted to. They're starting to work out what it actually means for me and how to help without going to far. I guess I need to thank you, I know you gave them tips and tricks about it.

Do I get to say I told you so now? They care about you Y/n, they just want to help, I just want to help, it's one of the only ways I knew how when we're apart.

I'm not upset about it Ally. I appreciate it. I know they care and I'm starting to open up more. I'm still trying to get past the thoughts and feelings of my childhood, there's still a lot I hide from them.

And that's okay, you're getting there though, you are letting yourself be more open, more yourself and I'm so proud of you.

I wouldn't have done any of this without you.

All I did was help you along when you needed it.

Before I could reply, the door opened which made me scramble to grab my phone as Ally still wasn't wearing anything. Ashlyn, Ali and Alyssa walked in, giving me a suspicious look as I turned around to face them, still hiding my phone. They must have got the key from Tierna.

Ashlyn tried to look what was on my screen, but I quickly blocked her, "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing."

She scoffed, giving me a pointed look, "Well that's a lie."

"Is that Ash?"

Ashlyn gave me a confused look, almost tilting her head like a puppy, "Why are you hiding Ally?"

I cleared my throat, glancing at the screen quickly before looking back at them, "She uh, she's well naked."

"Naked? You're to young for stuff like that!"

"I'm 24!"

"You're innocent!"

"I'm far from innocent! Ask Ally."

"Gross."

I laughed, along with Ally before explaining, "She just had a shower."

"I'm dressed now."

The girls had grown to really like Ally and I knew she was going to be taken from me so I blew her a kiss, "Bye baby. I love you."

---

For some reason I was struggling a lot more this camp than I normally would. While taking my meds did help me focus most of the time, I was restless, I wasn't sleeping well, and I found myself getting more over stimulated and irritable because of it. The team had noticed and were trying their best to help. They would distract me when possible, giving me things to do such as colouring or something to do with my hands. They had learnt when I needed a tight hug or to be left alone, when I needed quiet and when music helped. It had taken then a while and they didn't always get it right, but they were trying.

Today was a particularly hard day. I had slept really badly, I was overstimulated pretty much the minute I woke up. Normally a shower helped, but this morning it barely helped. Every little sound felt like it was enhanced, all the clothes I tried to put on except my sports bra, felt like little pins pressing against my skin and suffocating me. I didn't know how I was going to make it through breakfast. I just felt like I was going to cry at any second. Tierna watched as I tried shirt after shirt, each one feeling the same way. Eventually, Tierna took the shirt from my hand, "It's okay. You don't have to wear a shirt right now. Ali is going to bring you breakfast and we're just going to stay in the room for a while."

"T-thank you."

"Can I help in anyway?"

"Um, maybe a hug."

Tierna wrapped her arms around me tightly, my mind calmed down a bit as I relaxed against her. It wasn't enough to make everything stop, but it was enough that I didn't want to stop hugging her. Before she could pull away I quickly asked, "Please don't stop."

"Come here," Tierna said quietly, guiding me so I was lying down on the bed next to her, head on her chest as she held me tightly. I heard the facetime call tone before Tiernas phone was placed in front of me and Ally appeared.

Hi my love

Hi Al, aren't you at work?

I am, but I wanted to call and check in

I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me when you should be working

Don't do that. You're having a bad day, I'm going to take a few minutes to make sure you're okay. What's going on baby?

Everything's just wrong today. I wish you were here. Tiernas great, but she's not you

I know baby, me too. I'm glad she's helping a little bit at least. Thank you T

We talked for a few more minutes before Ally had to go to a meeting and the other Ali arrived with breakfast. I didn't feel like completely falling apart anymore which was good, but it still wasn't great. Ali gave me a tight hug before leaving while Tierna turned to me, "Do you want me to stay?"

"It's okay. I think some time alone will be good."

"Okay. Text if you need me. Come down if you want to, but you don't have to."

"Thank you T."

I stayed in my room for most of the day except when I went on a short walk around the hotel gardens. The girls brought me lunch and stayed for a little bit to watch tv with me. They weren't their usual loud and chaotic selves which I appreciated more than they would ever know. I was much more relaxed by the end of the day and I was able to join them for dinner. I hadn't heard from Ally again which sucked because she always helped, but I knew she was busy today and I couldn't expect her to always be around to help me. When 8pm rolled around and I still hadn't heard from her, I started to get worried. It wasn't normal to not hear from her for this long. I knew she was likely just working or out with friends. Given my current state though I was starting to let the self doubt creep in. Maybe she had finally had enough of me.

Ali sat down next to me as I was staring at my phone before it was taken from my hand, "You look like you're ready to murder your phone, what's wrong?"

It was stupid. I knew I was overreacting, I knew Ally would never do anything like what I was thinking. Today though, I couldn't stop it. So I told Ali everything. Ali wrapped her arm around my shoulder before flicking the side of my head, "Stop that. Stop even entertaining the idea. You know Ally would never do anything like what you're thinking. That girl loves you so much even a blind person could see it. You can always text her first, that's allowed."

"She's probably busy. I-I don't want to annoy her."

My temple was flicked again, "Stop that thinking. You don't annoy her when you text her. You don't annoy her full stop. So push that aside and text her."

Y/n: Hey love, I know you're busy, but I just wanted to tell you I love you and make sure you're okay. Look after yourself, don't forget to eat. Call me when you can.

"See, that was easy right?"

"Yes, you were right. Sorry for dumping all this on you."

"Never apologise for that. I'm always here for you."

Ally: Hey baby, I'm sorry I've been out of touch today, it's super busy here. I ate dinner, but I'm still at work. I don't think I'll be able to call again today, I'm exhausted and just planning on falling into bed when I get home, I'll message you before I go to bed. I love you

Ally had sent a photo of herself sitting at her desk, eyes tired with a matching tired smile. I hated how tired she looked. I hated that I knew most of it was because she wasn't sleeping well without me, the same way I wasn't sleeping well without her, "She's still at work."

"See, I told you so."

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I was deep in conversation with Lindsey when there was a tap on my shoulder and a squeaky voice coming from behind me, "Hey beautiful, can I get your number?

"No I ha-" I cut myself off as I flung around to find Ally standing there, wide smile forming. I squealed, jumping up and wrapping my legs around her waist, before connecting our lips in a lingering kiss, "Ally!"

"Hey baby."

"How are you here?"

"The girls flew me out."

Once I pulled away, I turned to find the team standing behind us. Tears sprung to my eyes as I looked between each of them, "You guys did this?"

Ali smiled softly, nodding in conformation, "You've been struggling the last little while. We tried to help you, but it wasn't working. We love you, we wanted you to be okay and we figured this was the best way to help. You're allowed to get your own hotel room while she's here as well. Save Tierna from your grossness."

"Thank you guys. I-I love you, all of you. This, this- thank you."

"You're welcome kiddo."

Tierna was in our room and mine and Ally's room wasn't ready yet so Ally and I had snuck off to the meal room to have some time away from the girls. Ally had an excited smile on her face, "Why do you look so excited?"

Ally pulled out a little box, smile growing wider, "I was going to give you this later, but I can't wait. I saw this and thought of you instantly. It's a promise ring, my promise to you that I will always be by your side, my promise that when the time is right, it will be replaced by an engagement ring. I also know you struggle with rings so I put it on a chain. You can decide how you wear it."

"I love you so much Ally, I love this. I really want to try wearing it, it'll just be an adjustment."

I knew I wanted to marry Ally, but I also knew that we weren't quite there yet. Not because we didn't love each other enough or anything, we just wanted to focus on our careers before making that move. "You know I'm going to marry you one day right?"

"I know and I can't wait to marry you Y/n, but I also know the timings not right yet. You're just starting your national career, I'm working on this promotion. It'll happen when the time is right. I have something else for you. It was supposed to be for our anniversary, but there were delays and it took way longer then planned."

Ally gave me a wrapped package, watching me as I carefully unwrapped it. It was a photo album. The first picture was of Ally on my back, matching grins on our faces as we looked at each other. We had only been together for a month or so when that photo was taken, yet it was one of my favourite pictures. There were many different photos from different stages of our relationship and with our friends and family. Beside each photo of us, Ally had written a little message. Like next to a photo we had taken during a beach picnic, Ally was looking at me with so much love in her eyes while I was looking out at the water. Next to it, she had written 'This was the day I knew I had fallen in love with you. The effort you put into surprising me, the way I knew I didn't want it to end, the way my heart raced and butterflies erupted when you looked at me, I knew without a doubt, that I was in love with you.'

Tears stung my eyes as I closed the album, pulling her into a tight hug. I loved her more than anything in this world.

"I don't understand! How are you so fucking amazing, so god damn cute? You're so understanding and so loving it's not fair! God I love you so much, what did I do to deserve you? You just need to stop because I-" I ranted, much to Ally's amusement, but was cut off by Emily speaking up. I hadn't realised they had shown up.

"Woah, what's going on? Are you two fighting?"

Ally laughed, turning to the other girls, "Quite the opposite actually. Y/n here is apparently annoyed by how cute and loving I am."

"It's very hard to focus on anything other then you and it's not fair. Like how am I supposed to focus on anything other than marrying her when she goes and does shit like this?"

They looked confused at the book I was holding, "A photo album?"

"Look at it."

They flipped through the different photos of Ally and I, reading the little messages she had written, "This is cute."

"I know! And I love it! It's adorable and it makes me just fall for her even more."

"Then what's the problem?"

"It's distracting! I'm supposed to be focusing on my career and all I can think about is running off to make her my wife. It's not fair."

Ally just laughed, arm wrapping around my waist and leaving a lingering kiss on my lips, "You are adorable Y/n. I love you."

"Yeah I love you too."

"Has this happened before?"

"Yup, mostly when I do something cute. I find it hilarious."

I pulled her into my side, peppering kisses across the side of her face. Then I remembered the Lego I had sitting on the desk in my room. I pulled away quickly, practically jumping up and down with excitement, "Baby come see my Lego!"

Ally laughed as I dragged her away. Ali called from behind us just before we went out of ear shot, "I expect to see you at dinner Y/n."

I stopped in front of my desk, pointing at the nearly finished Tardis, "Look, look, look."

"This is awesome Y/n/n, is it almost finished?"

"Yes, I want to finish it so bad."

"You can work on it now if you want to."

"I really do, but I want to do this more," I pulled her close, connecting our lips in a soft kiss. I relaxed against her, hands slipping under her shirt as hers looped around my neck. Things got a bit heated as Ally's fingers buried in my hair and mine traveled up her back then trailed over her stomach. Ally moaned when my tongue met hers, pulling me impossibly close. I pushed her onto the bed, lips finding her neck as I fumbled with the button on her jeans.

Just as Ally finished, my phone vibrated in my back pocket, making me pull away.

Tierna: I gave you as much time as I could to do whatever it is you're doing, but I've been sent to get you. You have 2 minutes before I open the door. Please be decent.

I laughed, showing Ally the message. She pecked my lips quickly before going to get cleaned up while I opened the door. Tierna was standing just down the hall, "Thank you T."

"Anytime Y/n."

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I sighed cuddling further into Ally's side, feeling more relaxed than I had since I left for camp. Ally kissed my temple, "You okay baby?"

"You're here so I'm amazing. I missed you Al."

She held me tighter, fingers tracing patterns across my arm, "Me too Y/n. I missed you."

"I hate that I have to travel so much."

"It's part of your job, we make it work."

"I know that, I just wish you could come with me to more camps. Purely for my own selfish reasons of having you around all the time."

Ally rolled over onto her stomach so she was facing me, "You know, if I get this promotion then I'll be able to work from pretty much anywhere most of the time."

"Wait, really?"

"Yup. Which means I could potentially come to more camps with you, if you want to be around me that much that is."

"I fucking love you Ally. There's not a second that goes by that I don't want to be around you, that I don't crave being around you. Marry me Ally. I know we said that we should wait, but I don't want to. I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side. This isn't how I planned it, I don't have a ring and it doesn't have to be now, but right now I want to call you my fiancé. So Ally, will you marry me?"

"Fuck yes, yes I'll marry you Y/n. I don't care about a ring or some elaborate proposal. We could get married in the court house tomorrow for all I care. As long as I get to spend my life with you."

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I skipped into the meal room, feeling on top of the world and hyperactive, but mostly happy. It wasn't unexpected, I got to marry the girl I was absolutely in love with and I actually slept well for the first time since camp started.

"Hello ladies," I sung before skipping over to Ally and pecking her lips, "Hello my beautiful fiancé."

"Hi gorgeous, you're awfully happy this morning."

"Well can you blame me? I get to marry the most beautiful girl in the world, also I slept really well so you get to deal with that."

Ally groaned playfully, "Oh no, however will I cope? Let alone for the rest of our lives."

"Wait, you're engaged?!? I thought you were waiting?" Tobin asked loudly, gathering the attention of everyone in the room.

I couldn't help the wide smile that grew, "I couldn't wait any longer."

Ali hugged me tightly, placing a kiss to my forehead, "I'm so happy for you kid. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you Ali, I need your help," I whispered so no one else could hear. I needed to find the perfect ring for Ally, but I knew I would overthink it too much. I also knew the girls would turn it into something bigger then I needed it to be.

"Anything."

"I need help finding a ring for Ally."

"Of course I'll help. We can sneak out this afternoon, just me and you."

"Thank you Ali."

Emily jumped on my back, "So when's the wedding?"

I pulled her off, taking the opportunity to pull her in for a noogie, "I don't know."

Ally separated us, barely containing her laugh, "We were thinking a court house wedding."

"No!"

"You have to have a wedding!"

As the girls talked about the wedding, I couldn't help feeling that I had found my family. I had found a group of people that didn't see me as my quirks, hyper activeness, overstimulation or problems. They saw me as me, they supported me for who I was. I had the love of my life and my family. I was truly loved by people I saw as family for maybe the first time in my life. I was happy.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #woso x reader #woso imagines

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Let's write an mHanders fic! PART 3 (poll under readmore)

Masterpost featuring links to all parts: HERE

The words were barely out of his mouth when Anders's admonishment of them followed. It was just a simple but terse "Hawke!", accompanied by a frown between Anders's brows, but Hawke had never been on the receiving end of it before. He had always considered it a bit adorable, but he did not fancy being its target. So while Anders's reaction might've been considered minor, it had stunned Hawke for a solid few moments.

He recuperated from it with renewed dislike and irritation towards Bayron, whom Anders had deemed worthy of defense. Later, it might occur to him how irrational that was. That Anders was simply admonishing him for being rude to a person who didn't deserve it. But right at the moment, logical conclusions like these were beyond Hawke. Instead, the feeling in the pit of his stomach was leading him on a leash into yet more trouble.

"What?" He asked incredulous, "Nobles only come here for that, so it's not like I'm pulling the question out of my ass."

Anders's frown deepened and he was a moment away from no doubt further scolding Hawke, but Bayron beat him to it.

"You're a noble as well, serah Hawke. Is that why you're here? Because of the 'itchy' version?"

Hawke's cheeks flushed in both anger and humiliation. Anders's amused and badly concealed snort only fueled both of those emotions.

"Of course not!" He protested, "I'm not like the other nobles!"

Maker, he sounded like a right self-absorbed ass. Not like the other nobles at all... But the damage was done, and Anders was giving him an extremely unimpressed look.

"I mean," he hurried to save this dumpster fire of a conversation, "that I'm Anders's friend. So it's not the same. I don't need itchy diseases as a reason to come see my friend."

"And yet you only do it when you need to drag me on missions," Anders said, visibly unhappy with the fact.

That couldn't be true..., right? For a few moments Hawke tried to remember the last time he had been to Anders's clinic for something other than business. And he couldn't remember. He had tried so hard not to let his crush show by overwhelming Anders with his company, that he had gone too far.

His time of contemplation was taken rather differently by Anders, however.

"I'm sorry, that was unfair of me," he said, voice soft and regretful now, "You don't have to come here for anything else, of course."

No. This was all wrong! Hawke was supposed to apologise, not the other way around. But before he could set the records straight, Anders's attention was back to Bayron, and Hawke was swiftly but surely socially excluded from the conversation that followed.

"Thank you again for the donation money and supplies, they're really helpful," Anders said to Bayron.

"I'm glad. I packed more to make up for last month's absence. I was out of Kirkwall for a few weeks."

Hawke's attention was immediately drawn to the basket sitting on Anders's desk, and the fat pouch beside it. He donated regularly as well, now that he had enough money to give to good causes. But he did it through Lirene, and never directly to Anders. He had thought Anders wouldn't appreciate him lording over money like that. But it seems that he was mistaken about how Anders would see such a gesture, and was now mentally kicking his ass for not doing what Bayron was doing. Not to mention, he seemed even more of an asshole.

"I also got you a present," Bayron said, pulling a soft and expensive looking blanket from the basket, "for the winter that's coming."

Maybe it was Hawke's imagination, maybe it was the truth - but Bayron's voice was a tad too soft. He and Anders stood a tad too close to each other. Anders smiled a tad too sweetly at the gift. It was all a tad too much. And his imagination supplying too vivid a vision of Anders and Bayron's blanket in bed was absolutely not helping.

Hawke's nails bit into his palms as he balled his hands into fists, rooted on the spot, watching it all unfold from the sidelines, and wanting nothing more than to send a nice big fireball Bayron's way.

But Bayron was leaving now and Anders was talking to Hawke again. And Hawke had totally missed it.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I asked," Anders said, "why you were here."

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* Hawke mentions exactly what the mission is and Anders refuses only because it's not dangerous. He would've gone with Hawke, regardless of his feelings, if he knew Hawke was really in danger and in need of his healing.

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thesimpsbasement · 2 years

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How about phoenix wright and Edgwworth with a rival reader? (Reader is a prosecutor in phoenix wrights case, and reader is a defense attorney in edgeworths case)

Oh yes I love this idea it seems fun! I hope I did your request justice!( apologies for taking so long!)

But with that out of the way I hope you enjoy reading!

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Fandom: Ace Attorney

Characters:Phoenix Wright ,Miles Edgeworth

Author: Mod Betty

Warnings: none

Reader is gender neutral

Words count: 805 words

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ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕩 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

-Your first encounter was quite something

-You had to admit you felt a bit honoured to meet the renowned Phoenix Wright, you've heard a lot about him through your colleges ,even with a couple rough edges he still had some impressive skills but that doesn't mean you'll go easy on him

-You were surprised how clueless he is half of the time but also how determined he was to find his client innocent

-Despite being a bit harsh on him when pointing out the flaws in his arguments he knew you were different from most prosecutors, you weren't in search of a guilty verdict but in search of the truth

-After a couple of conversations you two managed to get along quite well as friends

Maya often teases Phoenix about having a crush on you which never fails to embarrass him and she problems tries her best to make you two have more alone time ( Maya the ultimate matchmaker)

-Phoenix was honestly surprised that you reciprocate his feelings when he confessed to you but honestly he was glad you did become he wouldn't be able to face you again

-Nothing much changes during trials but behind closed doors you 2 are more affectionate often talking about what happened that day or if you 2 weren't assigned the same case you'd rant to each other about it

-Trucy is super excited to have another parent figure and you absolutely spoil her

-When he has trouble with a case he asks for your input and maybe possible theories as to what might've happen

-Just because you 2 are dating doesn't mean you'll go easy on each other it'll sort of be a competitive to see who solves the mystery first

-But outside the courtroom you two probably light heartedly make fun of each other and what you two did during the trial

"You should've seen your face when I proved you wrong" Phoenix said trying to hold back laughter from the memory of your irritated flustered face "Oh yeah mighty Phoenix Wright well you should've seen how dumb you looked when you suggested that a parrotwas a witness and has to testify" you retorted back " Well that parrot was the reason we figured out what actually happened wasn't it?" He teased " W-well yeah but a parrot!? At least call a human on the witness stand!" You said to him causing him to giggle " Yeah yeah I'll keep that in mind prosecutor "

𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝔼𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙

-Let's just say your first encounter with him was pretty terrifying for you

-I mean you were facing the " demon prosecutor " as some people called him so of course you were terrified of what tricks he had up his sleeves

-You've heard the rumors about his tendency to forge evidence just like his mentor but without solid proof you were a bit sceptical about it

-You hated his smug face as you scrambled trying to find evidence to contradict a witnesses testimony

-You noticed that after his disappearance he returned a new person

-He seemed more at peace with himself,not blinded by things such as "a perfect record" he now was looking for the truth not a guilty verdict

-He seemed more talkative after trials ,coming to congratulate you for your not guilty verdict and to praise your skills during the trial which often resulted in you bashfully thanking him

-When you become friends during your free time and when he isn't busy you find yours in his office often sharing a cup of tea

-Gumshoe absolutely adores you especially since you are also someone that sticks by Edgeworth's side and are willing to help him when he can't

-He's more hesitant about confessing, an uneasiness and uncertainty often plaguing his mind so you'll most likely be the one to confess

-Miles is a bit less harsh towards you during trials which probably bamboozles the judge and witnesses

-At home you 2 sometimes like to compete on small things not necessarily law related liek who can cook the better dinner or who loves the other more

-Whenever Edgeworth comes back home he knows that someone is waiting for him which usually helps him get through the day

-When he rants about how idiotic the judge and witnesses are you sometimes tell him weird stuff witnesses said during cross examinations

-"After questioning him about what he saw he changed his testimonial like 5 times! Each time getting more ridiculous I could tell that the prosecution was holding back on taking that witness off the stand" you said letting out an exhausted sigh " How felt like like I was talking to a wall not a person" you said taking a sip of your tea " If I were the prosecution I'd taken him off the stand by the 2nd time he changed testimonies " Edgeworth replied with a chuckle.

#ngl felt like i was writing wrightworth the whoel time #fanfiction #ace attorney #fanfic #ace attorney x reader #ace attorney fanfiction #phoenix wright x reader #miles edgeworth x reader #pwaa x reader

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 years

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The Scary One

"You set me on fire!" Bucky exclaims, poking at the burn hole in his shirt.

"I'm really sorry- I swear it was an accident. Can I kiss it and make it better?" you coyly offer, giving him your best doe eyed expression.

"Don't give me those puppy eyes, you set me on fire!" Bucky repeats in disbelief.

"What the hell?" Clint asks, watching the two of you walk into the conference room.

"We were training," you meekly explain. "Things got a little out of hand."

"A little?" Bucky guffaws, eyes comically widened at your definition out out of hand.

"You two were training - together?" Steve asks, then turns to you, "Are you alright?"

"Me?" you gesture to yourself.

"She set me on fire," Bucky reminds everyone. "Does no one care that she set me on fire?"

"I care," you offer, taking Bucky's hand. The two of you take your seats side by side in the conference room.

"Just look at the face," Wanda pokes at your cheek as she moves to take her own seat. "She wouldn't hurt a fly."

"Not a fly. Me!" Bucky exclaims.

"Aww... Come on, I said I was sorry." You reach over, gently pulling Bucky down and pecking his mouth. He sighs in defeat, already having forgiven you. He's mostly been teasing you, but now he's a little irritated at everyone else's reaction, or lack thereof. "And in my defense, you shouldn't have been training in the first place. Your side is still healing."

"Yeah, I'm sure adding third degree burns is going to help my side heal," Bucky sarcastically remarks.

"Okay, one: It was an accident. Two: if you hadn't noticed, I've been kind of on edge since you were stabbed. And three: I just barely set you on fire. It hardly went through your shirt," you add, studying the burn hole on Bucky's shoulder.

"You got beat up by a girl," Sam chuckles.

"You know behind those doe eyes and sunshine- she's the one you all should worry about. And I'm sure those guys SHIELD picked up from our last mission would agree."

"Her?" Tony asks, watching you fiddle with the Rubik's cube Bucky gave you earlier in the day. Your eyebrows furrow as you try to figure out how to fix the singular mismatched block. With an idea, you try to peel off the sticker to swap the two of them out. "We're supposed to be scared of her?"

"You're so dumb sometimes," Clint teases, watching you carefully peel off the sticker.

"If you want to live to see another day, Clint, I'd stop running your mouth," Bucky threatens. You gently pat Bucky's shoulder to remind him to ease his reaction. "Sorry," he grumbles to Clint.

"Oh yeah, she's the scary one," Clint sarcastically mumbles.

"You know what? I'm tired of this. I'm not the scary one in this relationship. And I'll prove it to you," he declares. "FRIDAY, play our last mission."

Then the video starts playing:

"What's the bad guys name?" you ask, handing Bucky a parachute that even though he claimed he didn't need one.

"I dunno. Why?"

You shrug. "It'd be nice to know their name. Maybe we can ask them nicely for the weapons back."

"You know, you have a lot of great ideas. This- it's not one of them," Bucky quips.

You playfully stick your tongue out at him. "Fine, then I'll give him a name. Zurg. Zurg sounds like a bad guy name."

"I'm shaking in my boots," Steve chuckles.

"Just wait," Bucky huffs. "Let me fast forward a little bit."

You two are on the boat, both fighting the surprising amount of crew on the small utility boat. You've both nearly fought your way through the crew, when you hear Bucky loudly grunt in pain. You turn around and see two things: Bucky clutching his bloodied side and his arm missing. Your gasp turns into something akin to a glower as you look Bucky's arm on the floor. "You took off his arm!"

"Ohhhh..." Bucky taunts, though you can hear the strain in his voice. "You messed up."

With one large swipe of your arm, the few remaining crew are knocked into the ice cold water. You pay no attention to the yelps as they hit the freezing water with no way to climb back on the boat.

"I'm going to need you to put the gun down and let him go," you furiously demand, the ridiculously buff bad guy holding Bucky in a tight headlock with a gun pointed at his head. The only reason the man got the upper-hand on Bucky in the first place was an underhanded knife to Bucky's side. And now, you were livid, just barely holding yourself back from burning everything down.

"Go home, little girl, before you get hurt."

"You should really listen to her," Bucky insists, noting the anger building in your eyes.

"I'm not going to ask again. Let him go or else," you grit, your fists tightly clenched.

"Or what?" The bad guy laughs, infuriating that much more.

"Or I'm going to burn this ship down. The entire ship down," you state so plainly that it's chilling. "Now let my boyfriend go."

"You're bluffing. You'd kill us all," the man sneers, tightening his grip on Bucky.

"Am I? Are you really sure you want to take that bet?" you rhetorically ask. "I wonder how long it would take for all those weapons and missiles to explode...b ecause I'm thinking that this entire thing would blow before you could even try to jump ship."

The man visibly pales, his eyes flickering between you and the flame burning in your hand.

"I can save the two of us. Can you say the same for yourself?" you cooly threaten, rolling the small flame between your fingers.

"Told you," Bucky mutters, looking oddly proud of your angry outburst.

"You wouldn't," the bad guy replies.

The small flame in your hand grows even larger. "You really want to bet on that?"

Bucky pauses the video triumphantly, feeling as though he's proved his point. "Told you. I'm not the scary one."

"Aww...she wanted to save you," Wanda coos.

"I give up," Bucky grumbles, throwing himself back into his seat.

You gently pat his hand. "I don't think you're scary."

"Hold on," Tony interjects. "I thought you two said that you weren't able to recover anything from that mission."

"We weren't," you guiltily mutter, averting your eyes away from Tony.

"But all the weapons were still intact in that video?" Tony points out, now staring you and Bucky down.

"And your point is?"

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose, slightly shaking his head. "Please tell me you didn't blow up an entire boatful of weapons with people still onboard."

"Okay," you agree, slightly nodding your head. "I won't tell you."

"I'm sorry, you did what?!" Sam exclaims.

"In my defense, I left them on a raft."

"You left a dozen arms dealers on a raft in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean?"

"Well, SHEILD picked them up, and they were all fine- mostly," you cheekily assure them. "And honestly, they're lucky I left them the raft after they stabbed James. I had to stitch him up myself! And talk about cheap shots, they took his arm! Not cool. Not cool at all."

"This is why you two aren't allowed to go on missions alone," Sam comments, crossing his arms and shaking his head at the two of you.

"Nah, I still don't see it," Clint remarks, watching you closely. "I still say Bucky's the scary one."

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nomoreusername · 8 months

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Who Are You? (Pt 3)

Paring: Aris x female reader

Summary: You finally escaped the Glade. Everything seems to be going your way. However, that is quickly disrupted when a random boy takes Teresa's place.

It had been days without food, and we were all absolutely drained. We spent a lot of time lying on the floor, a bed, the couch, or anywhere else we could. We had been surviving off of the tapwater Aris despised. That quickly became everyone's best friend.

"I don't even want to play my harmonica,"I mumbled, turning it over. Obviously, nobody knows where it came from. To be honest I don't even know. It just so happened to be in my pocket. The letters AJ were engraved into it. I have no clue why or what it meant. I just know this seemingly useless piece of metal means a lot to me.

Have you thought of anything?

I winced at how loud his voice was. In fact, it almost seemed like he was yelling in my ear.

"Aris, we're already suffering. Please don't give anyone a headache on top of it,"I begged, gaining enough energy to glare at him. To my surprise he seemed absolutely horrified.

"Nobody's yelling,"Minho mumbled.

"Oh. I guess I'm hallucinating then,"I shrugged, confused but too tired to question it.

Y/N?

"What do you want Greenie?"I sighed, now rubbing my head. "Y/N, I think you're about to snap. Do girl's just lose their minds quicker or something?"Frypan asked. "No. Maybe you guys are just going deaf,"I said, putting a pillow over my face. If I tried hard enough I might be able to make myself pass out because I'm sick of this.

"I thought of something. Can you two come help me?"Thomas asked, clear pain and exhaustion in his voice. "Nobody wants to do anything,"I pointed out, my voice muffled through the pillow.

Just come with us.

"Fine,"I groaned, following him and Aris out of the room. To my surprise they walked completely past everyone in the living room until we were all in a tiny corner.

"I don't think this is a good time to jump me,"I joked. Really, I didn't care what actually happened. I just wanted to go to sleep.

"We're going to do something, and you can't panic,"Thomas whispered. "That's reassuring."

"Just trust us,"Aris urged. I slid down the wall and waited for whatever they were about to do.

Can you hear us?

"Of course I can hear you,"I said, looking at the ground. "Look at our faces."

"This is getting weir-"

"Just do it,"Aris pushed. I begrudgingly looked at them.

Do you know which one of us is speaking right now?

"Thomas. How are you doing that?"I asked. He was clearly talking, but his mouth wasn't moving. In fact, his entire face remained the same.

Can you hear my voice too?

"Aris? What is happening?"I questioned, my mind looking for any rational reason for what was going on. So far I was coming up blank.

"This is going to sound a little bit insane,"Thomas warned. I gave him a look that said 'everything going on is insane'.

"No. I mean insane. So you remember how Teresa came up in a coma?"

"Yeah. I pulled her out of the box,"I reminded him. "Okay. Well, she spoke to me while in her coma. Telepathically. The thing is it disappeared when she did. Now he's the one I can talk to telepathically,"He explained.

"So you two are speaking, or thinking, or I don't know what to call it. Just, you two are having conversations with each other inside your heads?"I clarified, trying to wrap my mind around this. So far I wasn't doing a good job. In my defense you wouldn't either.

"Yeah, and for some reason you can hear us,"Aris shrugged. "How great. I was dying to know what interesting conversations you guys would have when you're alone,"I deadpanned. "Do you think you could be able to talk to us?"Thomas asked.

I looked at him like he was an idiot. "Why would I care about that? I'm focused on getting out alive and rescuing Teresa on the way. I don't have time for this stupid sidequest,"I snapped. Partly because I was irritable from going so long without food and partly because it was actually a stupid question.

"If you can hear us it has to be for a reason,"He pushed. "Yeah, and it's one I don't care about. You two can just be all cuddled up now because I don't want any part in whatever this is. For all we know it could be something meant to hurt us. With that being said don't get me caught up in something I don't need to be in. Especially, something that hurts my head."

I finished my rant and went to leave.

Subject A9, Y/N, The Partners Accomplice

"Can you stop that?"I asked, glaring at Aris. "Your name has to mean something. The fact that we randomly matched and now you being involved in the telepathy can't be a coincidence,"He pointed out.

I hate the fact that he had a good point. At the same time I don't know what to believe anymore. I don't know what's real and what isn't. If I'm being honest the thing that scared me most wasn't the tags, or the not having food, or even being stuck here. It was the thought that this place wasn't a physical place. The thought that I may be going insane was worse than anything else.

"Fine. Give me an idea of what's happening,"I responded, accepting defeat. Nobody said anything for a minute. Then, Aris seemed to gain a brilliant idea. At least, it was probably brilliant to him.

"We should see if it works for all of us. Like a three way,"Aris suggested. "Please don't ever say that again,"I encouraged, cringing at the sound. He seemed to realize how weird that sentence was as well because he looked extremely embarrassed to even be alive.

"But fine. We may as well see how much I can truly do with all this.

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Can you still hear us?

"Yes, and I'm already telling you I don't know how to respond,"I groaned, seconds away from slamming my head against the wall. I just pulled out my harmonica and started tossing it up in the air before catching it.

"Where'd you get that?"Aris asked. "My pocket,"I said defensively. "No. Where did you get it in the first place?"

"None of your business."

"Why?"

"Because it's none of your business."

"I know, but"

It's none of your business!

We all froze. I had actually just done that. It wasn't even on purpose.

"I guess I'm caught up in this mess,"I sighed. So much for not getting involved.

#aris x reader #the scorch trials #one shot #tmr aris #strangers to lovers #part 3 #the maze runner #aris jones

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madisonstarss · 5 months

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Hi! I was just wondering could you do #19 with Sean from Life Is Strange?? I saw you write for life is strange and thought of him! If you don’t write for Sean could you do Chloe? Either one is fine but i love your writing so much!!

"Goddamnit, I love you! alright? Happy now? You figured out the big secret!"(Sean x reader)

Amidst the lively party, a charismatic guy named Jake approached you sparking a playful conversation. He smiled at you,"Hey there, the life of the party. Mind if I join in?"

You smile back,"Sure thing! What's your story?"Sean, watching from a distance, felt a twinge of jealousy as he observed the exchange.

"Couldn't resist talking to someone as captivating as you." He slurs his words a bit, clearly intoxicated. "Name's Jake.

"Captivating, huh? I like that. I'm Y/n-"

Sean appears next to you. "Mind if I cut in? Y/N, can I borrow you for a minute?"

Jake backs up. "Looks like I've got some competition. I'll catch you later, Y/N."

As Jake left, Sean couldn't hide his irritation. Sean, with a raised eyebrow asks,"What was that about?"

You defensively say, "What's the big deal? Just having a conversation."

"I don't like the way he was hitting on you right in front of me."

"Oh, come on, Sean. We're not even dating. It was harmless."

"Well, maybe I wouldn't have to deal with it if we were."

You pause for a moment "What? Where is this coming from?"

"I like you, Y/N, more than just as a friend. Maybe it's time we figure this out."

"Wait, what? You're saying this now?" You say, still confused.

"Goddamnit, I love you! Alright? Happy now? You figured out the big secret."

You start processing the unexpected confession, felt the weight of Sean's words in the midst of the lively party. The playful banter took a sudden turn, revealing the unspoken feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface.The revelation hung in the air. The lively party continued around them, but the atmosphere between them had shifted.

You reply,"Sean, I... I didn't expect this. I like you too, but I didn't think you felt that way."

Sean nervously rubs the back of his neck."Yeah, well, sometimes it takes a bit of chaos to bring out the truth."

"True. But we can't just ignore it. What do we do now?"

"I don't know. Maybe we try dating? See where it goes?"

"Yeah, I'd like that. It's about time we figure this out." They shared a smile, the weight of unspoken feelings finally addressed. The night unfolded with a newfound understanding, and as they navigated the complexities of their evolving relationship, the party became a backdrop to the beginning of something more. Sean and Y/N, no longer just friends, embraced the uncertainty of what lay ahead, finding solace in the shared journey that had brought them to this pivotal moment.

#life is strange x reader #Fluff #Angst

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It was another cold evening. Winter had taken hold of the shanty town, leaving piles of dusty snow along the road. There wasn't much along the lines of holiday spirit when making his way back to his workshop Mongoose would see a brightly lit wreath hanging from his door.

Upon closer look it was made from various broken weapons covered in an ungodly amount of glitter. Proudly at its center was a wooden goose that looked like it would be more at home in the mid century abode of a little old lady. If he looked closer still he'd notice that the broken weapons fragments were from Mavericks that tried to be cute and swindle the old reploid.

It would be a wonder how she managed to get into his workshop without tripping the alarms but there she was, reclining in his seat while sipping on a glass of eggnog.

"You really are a lucky one Goose. Santa brought you the gift of me this Christmas."

"Merry Christmas!"

To be out even in the coldest of weather wasn't something out of the norm, after all, Mortar Mongoose was a man of keeping his word. And nothing would slow him down from doing work, collecting goods, running his stall far from here, nor helping places in the Shanty Town. He had just finished working with The Black Armored Cryptid to get a warming center running, with defenses installed. He was after all a weapons expert and Ex-Hunter. Wise and experienced.

Not much out here for spirit of the holiday's really, with people trying to get their lives back together. The pathways and narrow streets lined with snow and empty of most patrons, while his armor and heavy steps crunched the white powder down, clanking gently against exposed concrete. Breath puffing out before his muzzle with each warm exhale of cycled breath. Lost deep in thought for a time... That is, until he got to his hide out home and workshop. Blinking a few confused times at the sight of something on his door- was that a god damn wreath?

Vibrantly colored, little glowing lights brightening it up. He had to look closer. Where did this come from? Who would have the damn balls to put that on his door- oh... Ooohh, that was a goose. Very old fashioned really, but it gave him the answer he needed. No one else called him Goose, nor made the damn bird jokes except one. This was only made more obvious with the deeper inspection of just what sort of components were put into this home made design. Broken bits of metal and colored armor, parts of what had once been distinct busters, basic models, and then modified weaponry from a few rather irritating Mav's he'd already put on a personal black list. Covered in a nearly cursed amount of glitter and sparkles.

A soft chuckle escaped the old Reploid. How cute... Yeah, he'd let it stay there. Double checking to make sure it wouldn't fell off from weather or anything else, before he finally unlocked and entered his abode. Removing the warmer armor sections with a flicker of light. Door kicked closed with an amused huff, his large form walking carefully through the entrance hall and into the proper work shop home.

Only to find none other than the culprit herself! Triage, that old Robot Master now working with him, having somehow bypassed his security once again. To take a seat in his own god damn chair.

"..." One blink. And then a loud snort of amusement. Of course she god damn would! Not only was she absolutely dangerous, having basically clearly taken down those other Mavericks, or at least stolen their arms (literally), she was matching his sass as always, taking first move. "Hah, well, maybe I should thank Santa for this Foxy gift them. Or be scared since you so easily get around all my security." He joked. It'd keep just about anyone out. But by Robot Master standards, that was clearly lacking. "Better think of something for you soon then, eh?"

The designer moved closer then, letting all his armor fanish to leave him in the casuals he liked to lounge in. Still large in design, but far less sharp edges and bulk. One clawed hand reaching down to gently take hold of Triage around the waist, lift her- being mindful of the eggnog to not spill- and sat down in the work chair himself. Immediately placing Triage in his lap there after. Like a response and a power move. "Check, Tri." He teased, letting himself lean back and both arms behind his head. Let her get comfy, he was warm, and he knew she enjoyed his fluff at times.

"Merry Christmas, Triage Woman. I'll enjoy this gift thoroughly."

#bionicparrot #MMCX;; Triage Woman Reborn #MMX;; Mortar Mongoose Muse #(( surprise get sappy little shit. ))

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💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

Well. Saga was back in the lair, and he remembered his brothers, and they'd gotten the empyrean out of his system. And things were....good! Fine. Better than fine, even. He was....settling in. He thought, at least. They hadn't hauled him out on his ass yet, so clearly he was doing something correctly, something that didn't make them hate him or see him as a burden the way everyone else seemed to at some point.

No, no. He couldn't think like that. That was....what was it. Skewed thinking? Seeing the negative in everything? Whatever term Mikey had used for it, really. Everything would be fine. He....he didn't have to fear being punished for things around here. He knew that. So why....why did he somehow feel like he was going to be. Like at any moment, they were going to say that he was doing something wrong, or--

Raph wouldn't. He knew that for a fact. Raph would never hurt him. Saga remembered how distraught he'd been when they'd been children, when they'd been sparring and a spikey bit of his shell had poked Saga in the shell the right way, and the fact of the matter was that the snapper would rather have plucked his own eye out before he willingly hurt a single member of his family. Saga knew that to be true. It was just that sometimes.....

Sometimes Raph looked at him like he was....fragile. Like he was something worth pitying, or.....it felt that way, at least. And Saga knew he was unlearning many bad behaviors that he hadn't realized were bad, knew that Raph would be patient with him above all else and likely didn't see him that way, but it still made some small part of him bristle defensively. He wasn't weak. He wasn't a failure. Was he? It was just that things were hard sometimes, and he was trying, and--

It had come to a head that one evening, at dinner. Mikey had made him a generous portion of....some food that he couldn't remember the name of, and Saga still wasn't used to having portion sizes that big, or even thinking that he deserved to eat freely, and it looked so good but his brain was trying to convince him that it would be repulsive if he dared to eat it, and all he could do was sit there and stare and try to will his stupid brain into actually letting him shovel food into his face hole, because he was going to let Mikey down if he didn't and--

He finally managed to at least choke down a bite or two, pushing it away from himself, but when he looked up everyone was looking at him in that same sad way, especially Raph, and he couldn't stand it anymore, he left the table and muttered some excuse and shut the door to his rather spartan lab space behind him and tried to involve himself in work so he wouldn't concentrate on how he was failing all of them--

Settling in well, his ass, what did Three know, he still felt like such an outsider and now he couldn't even eat anything without feeling panicked and--

There was a form in the room when he swiveled around again, and he gritted his teeth, trying his damn hardest to not let out an irritated hiss. "Leo, if I've said it once I've said it a million times, do NOT barge into my--oh. Raph. Kind of in in the middle of something, what is it."

"I....just noticed you didn't eat much at dinner." Despite his huge bulk, Raph seemed to huddle in on himself then, fidgeting nervously.

Ah. So that was it. Saga glanced away, then, his voice suddenly tight. "I'm. Not hungry."

"We can save it for later, then?"

"That won't be necessary, Raph. Really. I'm fine. I had a snack earlier in the day." And he had. He'd tried to convince himself that maybe food was fine by having a granola bar, earlier in the day. Sure, he'd squirreled it away out of Leo's personal stash and hadn't told anyone and had hidden it for fear that it was going to be taken away from him, but....a snack was a snack, right?

"Yeah, but you can't last entirely off of snacks, Don." Don't get angry. Don't get angry, he reminded himself as he stood there. Raph was just looking out for him. Raph was just showing care, in his usual way that never really managed to stray into being patronizing or coddling. So why did he feel his hackles raising anyway, the longer he stood there and listened to his big brother's words, the longer he--

Ooooooh, you're going to be PUNISHED, he's going to take you away and lock you in a room or BEAT you or--

No. No, shut up, Raph would never--

"It's alright. I'm alright. It was too big of a portion anyway."

"Well, how much of a portion are ya used to havin'? 'Cause I can tell Mikey to make it a little smaller. Or you should tell him, actually, he thinks he didn't make the food good enough for you and he feels bad-"

Great. As if this day couldn't get any better, now he'd made Mikey disappointed in him. He was letting them all down, he was being a disappointment, he--

"Can we just drop it, please?" He hadn't meant for his words to come out so sharp, or to make Raph minutely flinch at them, but Saga kept forging on anyway, the shame rising up in him like a tidal wave. "I'm fine. I'll eat something later, if I'm hungry."

To his credit, Raph didn't try to push it--only muttered a quiet agreement, turning to leave almost as quick as he'd come. Which somehow made Saga feel worse, as he sat there and tried to swivel back towards whatever he'd been working on. He almost would have preferred if Raph had screamed at him in that moment, or done something other than just numbly going along with--

No. It was fine. Everything was fine. Surely he could....find a solution to this. Start with smaller portions, or keep sneaking snacks throughout the day, or just force himself to eat, or something. Then they wouldn't look at him like he was broken anymore. He'd be doing something right. He--

....it would all be fine.

***

Until it wasn't. Until low blood sugar from too many missed meals had him turning to do something or lurching upright far too suddenly, and his vision tunneled distressingly and then went black and then there was nothing--

Wait. Now there was something. Ow. Wait, what the fuck. Why were the lights in his room suddenly so bright and why was Maias hovering around and looking so worried and why--

Oh god oh god there was a NEEDLE in his arm there was sharp sharp sharp bad BAD no no NO get it out get it out GET IT OUT--

Hands went over his, then, gentle but firm, and he hissed, almost snapping out before he realized. "Hey, hey, Don. I know you hate needles, but you gotta leave that in, okay?"

"Raph?" His voice coming out shaky, Saga barely paid any attention to Maias huddling into his arms comfortingly, glancing around the medbay. "What the....why am I. Why is there a NEEDLE in my....get it out, please get it out-"

"I know it sucks, but we can't, Don. Not unless you start tellin' the truth." Raph sat next to him, then, leveling him with a stare that made him feel uncomfortably like a bug under a microscope. "You haven't been eating, have you. Or at least not eating enough."

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, he'd worried them, they all knew, he...he had to play this off, somehow. Quick. Do what Leo does. Disarming smile, quick. "Uh. No, Raphela, I've definitely been eating and meeting all my nutritional parameters. He said, without a hint of falsehood."

"Don."

The sharp tone made him huddle into himself, hissing under his breath as he glared defiantly. "So...so what if I haven't been? What, are you going to punish me? You....you think I can't take it, somehow?"

His eyes would hopefully tell Raph what he couldn't, though, in that moment. Please. Please don't punish me. Please don't yell at me or throw me out or treat me like I'm some broken useless thing, I'm trying, I swear to god I'm trying so hard to be perfect for all of you, please.

Thankfully, Raph seemed to realize that, both his tone and gaze softening. "No. No one's gonna punish you. But it's not 'so what', either. You passed out, Don. We're worried about you. We need you to start tellin' the truth. Why haven't you been eating?"

Saga shrank into himself, the gentle tone somehow making him feel even worse as he twiddled his fingers together. "It's....it's not because Mikey's food is terrible or something, before you say anything. It's....actually kind of the best food I've ever had."

"Is it sensory stuff?"

"No! No, I went over a list of all my potential sensitivities with Mikey, he knows better than that. No, it's...." He rubbed at Maias's shell briefly, hissing under his breath out of exasperation. "It's stupid."

"Tell me anyway."

And the tone was so soft, so non-judgmental, that Saga found himself opening his mouth even in spite of himself. "I'm....I don't....I don't feel like I....like I deserve to eat so much, which is stupid, I know I can eat here, I know it's safe and it won't be taken away from me or something, but....but I had to be in good physical condition to fight and carry out their commands, food was.....few and far between, I never got a meal that nice, and it was wasteful to eat that much and my brain keeps telling me it still is, so I just eat a bit and have snacks between because I'm convinced it's going to be taken away from me, which you guys would never do and I know that, I do, so why--"

Breathe. Breathe, you idiot.

"--and I don't know why, but my brain keeps convincing me that if I put it in my mouth it's going to taste horrible, and I know that's not true because I've tasted Mikey's food before and I just...I know I should be eating more than, like, two bites of it, I know, but I just can't, I'm trying to, but I just can't eat that big of....that's what the snacks were for, to try and force myself to eat, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm trying to be better and my STUPID brain won't-"

"Don. Don, hey, breathe for a sec, bud, okay? It's okay. Watch what I'm doin', okay? Try this. Make your hands into little fists, like this, see? Now squeeze and release...."

Right. One of the techniques that Raph had learned a long time ago, to try and control the anger issues he'd had as a young child. Maybe it would work with....oh. Hey. It actually did. That, combined with Maias's musical chirping as she sat in his arms, was actually helping him to regulate his breathing and keep his surging emotions to a low ebb instead. Saga inhaled, shakily, turning his gaze up to the ceiling and screwing his good eye shut. Breathe. Inhale, exhale. "I....I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"No, Don, I'm sorry. We shoulda noticed that you weren't....none'a that's your fault, okay? 'M not a scientist, but I know brains are....weird sometimes. And I know you went through a lot. So you'll probably need reminded, but we're not gonna take your food away or punish you or think you're lettin' us down if you can't eat it. Okay? We'd just like you to say something about it, so we know. That's all."

"But I....I'm trying so....I'm disappointing Mikey, he probably thinks his food sucks and it doesn't, I'm sorry, I can't eat that big of....I want to, but my brain keeps saying it'll make me sick, so that's why I keep eating snacks but I didn't think it would....I--"

"So we can get Mikey to make you smaller portions and work you up to bigger ones. Okay? Whatever you need. You're allowed to have issues with food, but you're also allowed to eat whatever you want when you want it. Mikey'll understand."

".....It'll stop being this way eventually. I just. It's."

"I get it. Not a hundred percent, but I get it. Just....just maybe eat enough that this doesn't happen again, okay? We'll make you peanut butter toast. That's what Leo eats when he gets a stomach bug. Nice simple food."

"....that does sound nice. I....I'm. I won't scare you like this again. I promise. I was being dumb."

"You're okay. You're allowed to have good and bad days, okay?" Raph pulled him into a hug before he could stop him, chuckling at Saga's mock-offended squawk. "Just let us know about them sometimes, bud."

"I can do that. Thanks, Raphi---I mean. Raph."

"Awww. You called me Raphie again--"

"I did not! It's the IV fluids making me loopy!"

"Don, IV fluids don't make you loopy. Even I know that."

"Well, maybe I'm having a rare allergic reaction to them or someth--NO NOT THE NOOGIES ALRIGHT RAPH STOP MERCY--"

And as Raph put him into an affectionate, brotherly headlock to keep him from wriggling away, and as he sputtered in mock offense, Saga found that he suddenly didn't care so much about being a disappointment. About whether or not he was measuring up.

....Raph always knew just what to say, didn't he.

#rottmnt rp #sep!donnie #roleplay blog #(no replies please!)

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p-antomime · 2 years

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(un)lucky.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 3,7K.

𖦹 content: hard dom!mikey, unprotected sex, knotting, slight voice kink, breeding kink, dub-con, breath play, a/b/o dynamic, marking, slight manhadle, mention of blood (but not blood kink), impregnation, mention of mindbreak, hair pulling, scratching, oral sex (f! receiving), feral!mikey (i feel the need to put this as a warning!).

𖦹 pairings: alpha!manjiro sano x omega!f!reader.

request. | tokyo rev. masterlist!

How did you get to this position?

No, more importantly, at what point did your clothes come off your body and hit the floor?

The first thing you could honestly remember was having a small, not very important discussion with Emma and Chifuyu about going to her place. And by place, reference is made to the Sano house. The initial idea was just to accompany your two friends on what should be something like a movie night, but just his presence and knowing that he would possibly be there irritated you.

It irritated you to the point where you felt the blood ache against your temples, throat go dry, hands sweat cold and heart beat a little faster as if it wanted to pierce your ribs. But it was not exactly hate, you'd rather think it was just simple despise because that's exactly what Manjiro Sano deserved for his behavior.

Not everyday, usual behavior. But rather, what he apparently chose for the most difficult days in the months of his mediocre life. Some girls you knew used to say that Mikey had probably been the most aggressive and uncontrolled alpha with whom they had been (un)lucky enough to sleep. This kind of information was noted in your memory as a way to avoid him, at least on the days that it came to your attention that he would be going through some rut.

Sano Manjiro was a problem you didn't want to have to deal with. But still, when Chifuyu said that "the three of you were just going to watch a quick little movie and then go meet Kazutora and Takemichi at the cafeteria", you believed him too soon. And it wasn't as if your blond friend had lied, quite the contrary: his idea really was just to watch a movie with you and Emma and maybe even Mikey.

If only he wasn't locked in his bedroom trying to get through a rut without anyone's seemingly unnecessary help. And this information only came to your attention when, almost half a block away from the Sano family home, an intense smell intoxicated your nostrils, corroded your brain from the inside and almost knocked you out, leaving your legs as weak as jelly and you needing to lean on one of Chifuyu's arms.

— Holy shit... — You spoke desperately, putting one hand over your nose as you felt your head start to spin and eyes begin to focus, get cloudy and slowly refocus and shivers traveled up your back in the shape of electric waves and landed around the middle of your legs like a starter motor of an arousal you neither wanted nor intended to feel.

— Emma, wait up! — Chifuyu exclaimed as he saw Emma continue walking unaware that you had stopped walking to pull yourself together, and Mikey's sister turned back suddenly before running to where you and that beta had stopped in the middle of the street.

— Damn it, Emma... — You gasped, taking a deep breath before letting go of Chifuyu's arm and straightening the posture, your hand still covering your nose, even though your sanity was already beginning to be eaten away. — I swear ... if that fucking smell is coming from him, I’ll kill you and... — Emma interrupted you by raising her hands as if in surrender.

— In my defense, I didn't even know his rut started today! Y’know that almost every week I sleep in the college dormitory and he and Shin stay at home, just the two of them. — She complained, looking from you to Chifuyu. — You... what the hell, Y/N, if you want to go home, we'll take you back. — You bit your lower lip weighing your options, and as you took a deep breath before answering, your mind had to cling to whatever self-control was left so that your eyes wouldn't roll up as more of the essence of a guy you despised entered your nostrils.

— I already stink of Mikey's scent anyway, now there's no point in going home. — You huffed, shaking the air around your face in an attempt to get some of that essence out and walked back side by side with Chifuyu and Emma until the three of you were standing in front of the Sano family home. — Just don't leave me alone with him.

The two of them nodded in agreement, but you didn't feel all that firm in their agreement since you were looking from Chifuyu to Emma and vice versa and neither of them were wanting to maintain much eye contact. "Cowards...", you thought before entering the house and walking straight into the living room where there were already several pillows, comforters and sheets spread out on the sofa bed present in the middle of the room.

— I'll make some popcorn, be right back! — Emma announced, leaving her coat on the sofa and going to the kitchen, taking Chifuyu with her to get soda, juice and other sweets that she had probably bought just for that night.

You've stared at the Netflix catalog open on the television since only God knows when with hands nervously groping the edges of the shorts glued to your thighs and brain trying to wiggle out and push away the thoughts racing through your mind.

Was Mikey in his room? If so, was he feeling pain? The same way you felt when you were experiencing heat with no one to help you relieve the burning desire inside your body?

You huffed because you found yourself worrying a little too much about how Manjiro could handle his own rut. He didn't deserve your pity, but you needed to somehow clear your thoughts and make your hands stop breaking out in a cold sweat. Maybe washing your face would help. Your eyes went to the staircase leading up to the other floor of the house and a heavy sigh escaped through your lips.

"All right, Y/N, you just need to... go to the bathroom upstairs, wash your face, and run back down here. Obviously you can do that, you're not a child anymore."

And that's how their feet found each other, walking up the stairs as fast as possible.

When you reached the top floor, eyes automatically fell on the ajar door of Mikey's room. You knew it was his because you had been to the Sano house several times in other months. But today it wasn't wide open as usual, you could only see a sliver of light slipping through the edges of the door. Your tongue passed slowly over lips, your brain making you think: "What if..."

Your head cocked back and forth. What if nothing. Don't jinx it, keep going to the bathroom to wash your face.

Your feet took you to the bathroom that was about two doors away from Mikey's room and the more seconds that passed before your fingers turned on the sink faucet, the faster your heart beat, the more tension tightened your muscles from the inside to the outside, the more the pit of your stomach seemed to clench in anticipation.

But anticipation for what exactly? For Manjiro to get his claws into you?

You let out a debauched laugh at your own thoughts. "Not in a million years."

Soon after washing your face and drying hands, you found yourself facing that hallway again that seemed even longer than before and your eyes eventually landed on the ajar door to Mikey's room. The gap now seemed a little wider, and deep down you knew that Manjiro was on the other side of that door just waiting to pull you in, if the alpha inside his brain was getting tired of having to deal with its own rut alone. You knew he could smell you.

And then, the door to his room opened so fast that not a blink of your eye could assimilate the moment when the figure of Mikey, with his light hair and dark eyes in perfect contrast, cheeks soaked with a redness you didn't usually see much and only a pair of sweatpants that didn't hide his boner very well, stood in the middle of that doorway.

— The fuck are you waiting for? — You blinked a few times, feeling his voice travel through every fiber of your body and into your brain as if it were some kind of antidote to any doubts you had previously had.

— W-What? — Your voice faltered and broke in the middle of the question and you felt pathetic in front of the alpha who just glanced at your body for a few seconds and then finished unlatching the door to walk with quick, almost desperate strides and grab your shirt collar with a firm grip before pulling you toward him to the point where your face was only inches away from his and you had to brace your hands against the walls of the hallway to avoid ending up with your lips on his prematurely.

— Don't play dumb with me, Y/N, not now. — His voice sounded even huskier and lower than before, his breath hitching against your cheeks, the smell radiating from his body making you have to mentally shout that Mikey was a problem you didn't want to have to take care of, and his eyes moving from yours to your mouth slowly. — Y'know I need to... — His face tilted in your direction and you tried to push your head back in the opposite direction. — This, from you, dammit.

— No, Mikey, I'm not going to become your little toy like... — The look on his face was enough to make you shut up and get legs shaking some more.

It wasn't as if you were seeing Sano Manjiro who laughed at your mean little jokes. It was a beast that was usually cooped up inside of him.

And the next thing you knew he was tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face against his to kiss you with an eagerness and gluttony that made you run out of air too fast.

Manjiro quickly hooked hands around your waist and pulled you, literally: pulled you, into his room before slamming the door. His lips were still on yours, tongue wanting to slide into your mouth and you tried not to return the kiss until you felt his palms slide down your back to reach the collar of your shirt again and start tearing the fabric.

The tatters of your shirt falling to the floor and the bed and being accompanied by your shorts that were not ripped by Mikey, but had the buttons popping open as they were forced open by his nimble fingers. And you didn't want to admit that it turned you on a little, more than you would allow yourself to say out loud.

Maybe it was the Omega inside your conscience burning to give yourself to Manjiro. Maybe the contempt trapped inside you was simply, in fact, pure tension or repressed sexual desire, since you and that Alpha now above you hungrily taking your lips looked like two magnets destined to end up pulling against each other.

It was only a matter of time before he managed to get hands on you.

Your fingers tangled in Mikey's soft hair not knowing whether they wanted to pull his face closer or push him away so that you could regain the air that had escaped your lungs. And just as his tongue managed to slide into your mouth and curl around yours, the sound of some more fabric being torn was heard and you, without having to look to be sure, knew it was your panties because seconds later a warm breeze was hitting your wet folds and newly exposed clit and making you moan against his lips.

His hands felt so warm traversing your body, squeezing your waist and doing the same to your breasts before placing themselves on your thighs and spreading your legs so far apart from each other it almost hurt. His lips parted from yours and a thin line of saliva connected the tip of your tongue to his in almost the same lewd way seconds later his mouth connected with your throbbing pussy as Manjiro slid down your body and felt the all too tempting sweet scent of your intimacy reach his nostrils and finish sweeping away any self-control present in his mind.

And he wanted so badly to take his time eating you out. Licking his lips on your juices and letting his eyes roll up every time you pulled his neatly cropped hair to force his face a little further between your legs. Exactly as you began to do as soon as the tip of his tongue brushed against your swollen clit and applied a little pressure there.

Your almost pathetic Omega body couldn't refuse everything an Alpha like Mikey could offer and make you feel, proof of which were the moans in the shape of "Manjiro" escaping your lips and the way your toes curled in a failed attempt to get some of the tension out of your body.

His room beginning to smell of sex and the essence of its owner. Of your future owner.

Mikey's cock was aching inside his sweatpants and it didn't take long for him to rise up with your juices dripping down his chin to get rid of those pants soon and finally release his shaft almost completely smeared with pre-cum.

"Fuck", was the first thing you thought as the alpha above you grabbed your legs to press them against your breasts in a typical mating press position and your eyes couldn't disengage from how his pink tip was leaking probably more than it would in a sexual situation out of a rut. Your brain struggling between the anticipation of wanting to feel him fully enlarging you and the fear of it hurting more than you expected.

— Mikey, I-fuck! W-Wait! Cannot-- — One of his hands hooked around your mouth to pull your body up until your eyes were directly facing his and, at the same time that this action of his made your stomach flutter even more in anticipation and your breathing quicken, the swollen tip of his cock pressed against your tight entrance and pressed there to start sliding into you.

— You will. — Manjiro spoke in something that was little more than a simple moan mixed into a feral growl and before he really finished penetrating you with his tip, his hips were already thrusting against yours to really widen your walls and finally make his dick fully enter your warm, soft interior until it was kissing your cervix. — Fuck-mhm! — Mikey's head fell back and a long, drawn-out moan escaped from deep in his throat and made you tighten around his shaft. — This, you, fuck. Exactly... ngh what I needed.

The hand that was once over your mouth fell to the middle of your neck in a firm grip that was eventually pressing you against the mattress of the messy bed, his cock beginning to move in and out of your tight pussy as if you were little more than a fleshlight at hand to be used and Manjiro's voice above you escaping through in the form of moans, grunts and the words "You," "tight".

And once he started thrusting harder and harder, with what gentleness he always possessed because he couldn't control himself properly, you could barely make up your mind whether what predominated your body was pain or pleasure. Your muscles were completely spasming and eyes could barely fix or focus on Mikey's sweaty and flushed face above you.

So this is what it felt like to lay with a guy, with an alpha like him? Being used like a ragdoll? To enjoy being treated like that? Goddammit, Manjiro was fucking out of your body any kind of spiteful attitude or contempt you tried to feel for him, putting you in exactly the only possible place you should have always been: beneath him, moaning like you were facing your own heat, with saliva dripping from the corners of the lips and eyes rolling up every time his cock kissed your cervix and his pelvic bone rubbed against your swollen clit.

Your eyes fell on Mikey's ajar lips that were letting out several moans and whimpers and you felt the shame burn inside your cheeks and make you tighten around his dick as you wondered how well they seemed to fit yours. Definitely, the alpha above your body, fucking you in mating press, was driving you completely insane. At what other point in your life had you even thought about wanting to kiss him?

However, he seemed to understand exactly what you wanted, needed. Even without you verbalizing it, even though his mind was too busy being consumed by pleasure and lack of self-control.

Seconds later, one of Manjiro's hands was tangling fingers in your hair and pulling your face up until his mouth was over yours in a heated, needy kiss. And the more time the two of you spent kissing, the more his hips seemed to apply force against yours; eventually the headboard of the bed was slamming against the wall forcefully and adding yet another repetitive, lewd sound to the symphony that until then had only consisted of your moans, the alpha's grunts and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

You could feel his dick pulsing against your walls, it was obvious that Mikey was dangerously close to cumming inside you, to filling you completely to the point of leaking, to fucking his little puppies into your womb, to knotting you. And just because of that, babbling and panting in the dumb, stupid format of "Please" and "D-Dont" began to drip from your lips at the same time that Manjiro's mouth slid from your lips and lodged itself on your neck in little bites that were sure to leave marks.

Your hand still hooked in his platinum hair, pulling it as if it were a small incentive for him to continue, for him to carry what he started to the end. Your hips forcing themselves against his.

Oh, marking you. Marking, marking, marking. The only thing besides knotting you present in Mikey's mind was this. He had the right to make you completely his, didn't he? Make you the only possible mom of his puppies, right?

Manjiro wrapped hands around your waist to keep your body still as he continued to pound inside you and then you felt probably the only sensation that you had never gotten to feel until then, during the times you had sex with other people who were Beta. Receiving the teeth of an alpha sinking into the curve of your neck hard enough to make little fillets and droplets of blood spring up and run down your shoulder.

He was literally marking you forever and instead of trying to push him away, as you would have done if you were in full consciousness, your hand simply forced his face a little deeper against your neck.

The spasms that coursed through your body because of Mikey's simple action made you clench massively around his cock and literally end up cumming with such intensity that you almost felt as if your eyesight was going completely blank and mind was almost giving out. The only thing holding you to consciousness was the sound of skin slapping against skin and the feel of his dick fucking you mercilessly.

And just after you had cum completely on his shaft, you felt Manjiro's base swell and become engorged just seconds before his hot cum was spurting straight into your womb and the veins around his dick were pulsing against your walls and making you moan his name out loud. The alpha's hot breath above you slapping against your marked neck and your hands sliding down his back to scratch them until they left welts behind. The feeling of being completely filled was mind-boggling, it almost made you end up cumming again.

Mikey's head falling back as he felt you drain practically every last drop of his fertile cream while several disconnected sounds escaped through his lips. "You", "fuck", "mine", "this".

And one of your hands going to grab hold of Manjiro's hair again to pull him into another kiss. You stupidly felt the need to have him kiss you again, as if it were a testament that the two of you were now each other's and maybe at the moment your mind didn't even realize the gravity of what it was like to be marked and knotted by Sano Manjiro.

As soon as the base of his cock began to deflate and it was possible for Mikey to slowly withdraw from your filled pussy, your head fell back to lean against the soft mattress of his bed and he propped his hands one on either side of your head to stared at your face as breathless as his own. You looked beautiful like that, beneath him, completely fucked up, with your body ruined, almost to the limit.

And this time it was he who resumed the kiss, his arms cradling you in an embrace that you didn't want to think was too affectionate not to end up liking Manjiro more than you wanted to. The panting breaths of the two of you gradually merging until you undid that temporary connection.

But from the hungry and lustful look still present on his face, it was obvious that soon his feral and brutal alpha persona would come back to dominate him again, and your stomach seemed to get butterflies again in anticipation of imagining it.

— I want it again, Mikey... — You spoke trying not to sound as needy or embarrassed as you really were and your eyes swore they saw a small sideways smile draw on his face. — There's no way you can run away from me after today, y’know that, don't you? — One of his hands slid up to grip your chin tightly.

— The only person who was trying to run away from anyone here was you. — Manjiro whispered, running his tongue over lips before sliding fingers to the mark left on the side of your neck as if it were a victory prize. — You're going to be such a good mommy to me, aren't you? If you can handle the next few hours with me I might just consider you my golden Omega. — You swallowed hard before again being drawn into a panting kiss.

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shikiii-skadi · 2 years

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What it would be like if the Obey me! Brothers had a crush on you:

Lucifer:

You wouldn't notice that Lucifer has a crush on you. He can control himself well and is good at hiding his true feelings. You would only get little hints when he wants to hint it to you.

When you two are alone it's sometimes hard for him to control his desire for you. He will sit closer to you and might even give you little touches, like brushing his hand over your shoulder when you did something good.

He will confess to you when he is sure that you are in love with him as well. His pride wouldn't survive, should you reject him.

He can read people so he would be able to tell how you feel about him to some degree but because of his pride, he would sometimes interpret your actions as proof that you have feelings for him, even if it's just a friendly gesture.

For him to fall for you, you have to be close for some time.

He would notice when he falls for you but he would try to deny them. It's a new experience for him and he would have nerve imagined catching feelings for you. A human nothing less.

Mammon:

His Brothers know about his crush. Everyone in RAD knows it. You know it. The whole Devildom knows it. But he would think that no one knows it.

He denies his crush on you to death and he would be really defensive about anything related to you.

He doesn't want to confess but does it anyway because it slips from his lips like .... five times a day.

Mammon is also jealous pretty fast. He would try to intervene when you are alone together with one of his brothers.

He falls for you pretty quickly.

Leviathan:

Another one who would deny his crush on you with passion. After all, you are just a normie.

He often blushes. It doesn't even have to be something specific that you did. Your mere presence is enough to make him flustered. Because of that he often stutters when talking to you.

Levi will distance himself from you. He doesn't leave his room much normally but now weeks can go by without you seeing him.

Sometimes he will be a bit rude to you because he doesn't understand his own feelings. He will instantly regret it but he won't apologize and just runoff. After some time he will come to you and apologize but first he needs time to find the right words to say to you.

This goes without saying, but as the avatar of envy, he will get jealous pretty fast. It doesn't even have to be someone close to you like one of his brothers or a friend of yours for him to get jealous.

For example one time your classmate helped you with your homework.

Often he won't interfere because he is socially awkward but if it's really irritating him, he would storm up to you and grab you by the arm to drag you away from the person, who made him jealous.

When he realizes what he was doing he would let go of you instantly and runoff.

He is likely to not confess to you because he thinks you wouldn't accept. Of course, you can't possibly love a gross otaku like him back, right?

Satan:

One of the few who would not deny his feelings for you! Of course, he wouldn't act on his feelings right away. It's a new situation for him.

Out of his brothers, he would court you the best. He has a way with words since he reads a lot. Satan would use the romance novels he reads like kind of a guide.

Because he learns to control his anger, he is very aware of his body language and how he should apply it.

And because of his awareness of himself, he is fast to notice that he doesn't view you as just a friend anymore.

He is could at holding his posture but if you catch him off guard, for example doing something cute without realizing it, he will blush a lot and turn away so you don't see his red cheeks.

Satan wants to confess to you. And that fast, because he is afraid that someone could possibly beat him to it. But, of course, he knows it wouldn't do him any good to rush things and maybe risk rejection.

Similar to Lucifer he would wait with his confession until he is sure you like him back.

Asmodeus:

Asmo would be confused as hell by his new emotions.

In the beginning, he thinks that it's just physical attraction. To get rid of this for him unpleasant feeling that he always gets near you, he tries to bed you quickly.

He would quickly stop this strategy, however, when he noticed that only causes you to reject him. You are probably a bit weirded out by his constant advances as well.

Now he is afraid he made you dislike him.

He would kinda get into an existential crisis if you don't react to him at all. Because how could you not love him when he is this breathtaking? Didn't you look at him probably?

It is a long way to teach him that appearance is not everything and that personality is actually what matters.

But if you tell him, that you like his company because you like him and not only his appearance? He will fall in love with you all over again.

After he sorted out his feelings, he wants to confess to you. He already told you a million times before that he loves you but now he wants to make it special so that you can actually believe him and hopefully return his feelings.

Beelzebub:

Beel would be obvious to his feelings for a good while. Belphie or one of his other brothers likely had to tell him that it is not usual to have these feelings towards just a friend.

The biggest hint is, that he shares some of his food with you and is not eating it himself or when he is restraining his hunger for you. For example, when you two are out in the town and you want to look for something but Beel is getting hungry but will restrain it so you can continue to look around.

You wouldn't notice when he is confessing because he is most likely to not even notice himself. It begins with how happy he is that you came to the Devildom and will continue with how he wants to eat all the delicious things with you and most importantly more of your cooking.

The part you should think about a bit more is that he wants to share his food with you.

But of course, Beel isn't just his hunger and eating habits. He will be really kindhearted to you and is always ready to help you. Even if it's something he isn't good with, he would try his best to be of help to you.

Belphegor:

He would purely coincidentally always sleep where you usually are. Of course, you would get suspicious after a while but if you call him out on his behavior he would tell you that you are imagining things.

He is a good actor, so it's not hard for him to hide his feelings. But he rather shows you that he likes you.

He often wants to go to the attic together with you to look at the stars.

As the Avatar of Sloth, he loves to take naps together with you.

He definitely would confess to you, even if he doesn't really know even if he doesn't know if you like him too.

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lesbolieeh · 3 years

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Pain (m)

Sub!Lisa Manoban✦ Dom!F!Reader

WC—1.8 ✦ k

WARNING—punishment ✦ teasing ✦ masturbation ✦ stripping ✦ use of handcuffs & strap on ✦ praise kink ✦ mommy kink ✦ mentions of stigma, safe words & penetrative sex

NOW PLAYING—MONEY ✦ LISA

GENRES—suggestive ✦ borderline smut

[A/N.] this b-side is THE SHIT! it could legit even be a title track that's how much it fkn rocks!!!!! fkn queen

M.LISTS—blackpink ✦ latest updates

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“Come on! Show me!” Lalisa whined in your ear for the umpteenth time today.

Like all the previous times, you answered no.

Yesterday your girlfriend had found out that you had a mommy kink and liked being dominant in the bed (you had left a PornHub tab open on our shared laptop because you were apparently too tired to click on the cross in the corner to exit) and, although that should’ve been something positive, you didn’t want her to know.

She had been looked down upon from a young age for her gender, bakground and her body–she was, and is still, too thin or not thin enough–and as she became an adult, she's had to build an armour to defend herself and the armour was her pride. She was proud of herself and wouldn't let others treat her less than she is. You knew this. You knew she's been through hell and back and that she has grown to be proud of herself and to have a strength you admired her for. You were so proud to call a person as smart and certain as her your girlfriend.

In bed, the two of you hadn't done things that would be considered dominant or submissive, sticking to 69, fingering and oral. You had always been curious how it'd fold out if you two introduced BDSM to the bedroom. But you had a feeling she'd like to be dominant, or that she'd feel like you looked down on her if you showed any signs of sadism. Submissives and bottoms are often the butt of the joke and there's stigma in having any of those labels, and the last thing you wanted to do was to make your girlfriend think you don't respect her just because you like being dominant in sex.

“Please?” She attempted to lure you in with her huge, round, gleaming puppy eyes–which usually would work–but that method didn’t work this time around, because the great amount of vexation she had brought to you today had made you fully resistant to her cuteness.

“No, I don’t want to hurt you,” you answered with a blank face, trying your best to find a seemingly interesting movie on Netflix, that you hadn’t already seen, so your girlfriend could give up her dumb quest.

It was a little confusing why she wanted to try these types of thing with you, knowing how she felt about being belittled by others. Maybe she thought you wanted to be the sub– "And I don't want you to hurt me, either," you quickly added.

“I thought you said that we should always be honest with each other and always be ourselves,” she argued, making a valid point since you had, in fact, repeated those words since the start of your relationship.

“But I also said I never wanted us to hurt each other,” you retorted in defense, feeling more and more irritated by the second.

Leaning and sinking down a little bit on the sofa, Lalisa wanted to be more comfortable as she knew this conversation could stretch. Chewing on the strings of her black cropped hoodie, she looked at and studied you; frown, annoyed sighs, hard grip on the remote, darker lips from biting on them–everything pointed at you being mad, and thus rather sensitive.

Then a bulb lit above her head.

“But what if I like it when you hurt me?”

You turned your head to her side. There it was. Exactly what Lalisa wanted to see. An expression on your face that told her that if she continued this route, she would get fucked. Whether it was literally or metaphorically, she wanted to find out.

“I’m leaving,” you announced and stood up as quickly as the short sentence ended, thinking she was kidding with you–and, to be fair, she often did that. You had to leave, because Lalisa was pushing your buttons and you knew that if you stayed for longer you could end up doing what you had been trying to avoid since she had found the kinky porn on the computer.

Her face changed from calm puppy to clingy puppy scared of the owner leaving. This was not the reaction she had tried to get from you. She stood up and followed your fast steps to the bedroom. As soon as she saw you throw one of your biggest bags onto the floor, followed up by some clothing pieces, she felt his blood freeze. Were you leaving as in leaving the relationship? Has she unintentionally insulted you? Was the porn just an ad? What if you had just watched it for no particular reason?

“Why are you packing?” she asked, scared of your answer.

“I’m going to Irene’s. I can’t stay with you when you’re making me crazy like this.” What you said was true; you were sure she’d crack your patience and make you go full dom on her if you stayed in the same room as her for another minute.

And you were right.

Lalisa felt relieved that you weren’t breaking up with her over a silly little 'argument' but she still didn’t want you to stay over at your friend’s when you both knew that it would be smarter to solve the tension instead.

“Stay with me,” she pleaded lowly, sensing she didn’t have many other options than pleading and hoping it’d be persuasive enough for you to stay with her.

“We need a night without each other to calm down and have an adult discussion, alright?” you tried to explain, grabbing your now-fully-packed bag, and headed to the door to continue your journey to your awesome best friend.

When Lalisa didn’t talk back, you turned away from the doorway and to the bed to see why she was being quiet all of a sudden and not protesting some more like she usually would do when she wanted you to stay with her for a bit longer. She was looking you in the eyes as she pulled the hoodie off her torso and threw it your way. You caught it in your hand. Proceeding, she pulled down her pants, making sure she did it slowly enough to send you signals that she wasn’t planning on putting on her PJs.

As she stood in only her ivy panties in front of you, a new bulb lit up above her head–and this one was even brighter than the last one–maybe she did have more options than to plead and strip.

With a smirk she sat down on the foot of the bed, maintaining eye contact with you, and pulled down her underwear to reveal her dripping pussy. You were speechless when she had stripped down to almost full nudity, but what shocked you the most was that your less nice side had turned her on.

The moment she started touching between her folds and moaning like a bitch, you realized that she had purposely been naughty so you could punish her. She had whined in you ear all day, stripped and masturbated when you wanted to leave because she wanted this; she wanted to be punished.

So, you decided to do it.

You dropped the bag and went to your wardrobe, taking out a box you’d kept secret from Lalisa. She looked your way curiously, analyzing your reaction while still fingering her pussy rudely. Damn, she hoped you were doing something femdom related.

“Safeword?” you asked, examining the nostalgic box of memory-making apparatuses, trying to decide which ones you wanted to use to make memories tonight. You wanted to make sure she felt safe, especially when everything was going to be new for her.

“Money,” she answered, smiling at the victory; she was going to get fucked literally.

“I hope you understand that I’m going to have to punish you for being such a naughty girl.”

“Yes, Mommy,” she said oh so naturally.

You looked back at her after she said the last word, watching her lay down on the bed, boxers in a random corner of the room. She seemed experienced or like she’d had a fantasy about calling you that word for a while, and thankfully that made it easier for you decide on which toys to use on her.

“Naughty girls don’t deserve to touch Mommy,” you said seductively, turning to her with a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs. She blushed a little, not expecting the object you chose to punish him with to be so adorable. Did she seriously think that was all you were going to use as punishment when she’d riled you up like this?

How cute.

Walking slowly to her, you threw the cuffs onto the bed beside her legs and startled her a bit at the suddenness of the action. She had teased you, and you wanted to make sure she’d feel teased as well–and what better way to do that than to use one of her biggest weaknesses against her? Smirking, you pulled off your shirt, leaving your upper body in only a bra–a pink one. She had always liked that color.

You climbed on top of her body and took the cuffs in your hands again, getting ready to restrain him. She was breathing heavily, getting aroused by your body above her, and especially by your boobs that were clad in such a lovely color. Although she liked the bra, she would’ve loved to see your boobs without anything covering them.

“Hold your arms up for me, Lili,” you ordered, to which she listened to instantly. She held them up against the bed frame, assuming you were going to cuff her to it. But she was wrong. You didn’t want her to predict her punishment; you wanted everything to be a surprise that not even her fantasy could come close to.

Instead of cuffing her wrists to the frame of the bed, you cuffed them to nothing. Yes, nothing. It may sound boring to restrain your partner to air, but it was the opposite; restraining her to air meant that she still could choose to disobey you further by bringing her arms down; her destiny was in her hands, quite literally. “You’re going to keep your arms here, and if you at any point put them down and touch me it’ll add to your punishment, understood?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Oh, don’t act like a good girl all of a sudden. You’re getting punished for a reason, Lili,” you scoffed lightly, feeling soft from the sweetness that seemed to ooze naturally whether she tried to or not.

“But I am a good girl,” she pouted, adding to the cuteness you adored so much.

“Only if you can manage this punishment, but until then you’re a bad girl,” you explained and turned back to the box to grab the last part of the punishment. She continued pouting, until she saw the object you took out: a purple strap on. After removing your pants, you put the silicone dick on and adjusted it to your hips.

The strap was a little below the average size as you didn’t know how used she was to having things other than fingers and tongues shoved up her pussy–and even though you wanted to hurt her, you were still cautious over how harsh you were with her. She was your cutie Lili after all.

“You ready, Lili?” you asked as you crawled back to her, searching her face for any uncertainty. Her big eyes and toothy smile hinted at her anticipating what you were about to do, but you still wanted a verbal answer as you wanted to make sure she was OK with this.

She nodded quickly, “Yes, Mommy, I’m always ready for you.”

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❝ I came here to drop some money, dropping all my money Drop some money, all this bread so yummy, yeah Twerking, twerking, when I buy the things I like Dolla', dollas dropping on my ass tonight

(...) That's that shit that's never getting bounced on ya Bitch, I do the money dance, I just made a hundred bands When the store says, "Sign for it," I'ma leave my autograph ❞

—lalisa manobal; 2021

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softboydrew · 3 years

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the graduate

When your boyfriend is a busy and booked actor who basically goes to work on the opposite side of the country, it's common sense that he wouldn't be able to attend small things.

Although, you'd say that graduating university is a most definitely a pretty big deal. Of course you told him about today, right? You're about ninety-five percent sure you told him over FaceTime calls and text messages… but he never really said that he would come or take off work.

Thats okay, you really don't fret over things that are out of your control. You'd find another way to celebrate with him, maybe he'd find the time during the month to come visit you and you'd be able to take him through your old stomping grounds. Maybe you could even go visit him, no big deal, right?

Wrong. The heart shattering reality that you had just received your diploma, that, let's be honest, put you thousands of dollars in debt. All you wanted was to know that you'd be able to walk out of the auditorium to your boyfriend who would shower you in kisses and congratulations. Instead you held your diploma in your hands and walked out into the city sidewalk, the campus you once called home was now something that would only be a memory.

The spring air made you smile lightly as you began making your way through the crowd of graduates and towards the fountain that sat in the middle of the campus park.

An itch of irritation slowly began to sneak in as minutes passed as you felt someone on your heels, you are not a stranger to the New York City tourists who don't know how to walk for the life of them but this presence made your skin prickle. Why were they so close? can't they see that you're wearing heels, so God forgive you if you had to pace yourself a little more than the average sneaker wearer.

"Excuse me!" you snapped, throwing your hands up at your sides before turning towards the person behind you. "Can you not be up my ass?"

Your eyes snapped towards the persons face and you froze once you realized who stood before you. His hands up in defense while his laughter echoed throughout the air between you two, his eyes crinkled at the sides making your heart burst at the seams.

"Woe, woe, woe, I'm walkin' ere!" he laughed making you cover your face with your hands.

He made it.

"What are you doing here?!" you happily whined as your boyfriend immediately wrapped your small frame into his large, muscular one. His chest vibrating as he chuckled.

"You think I'd miss your graduation?" he asked with raised eyebrows. You sighed, resting your chin against his chest while he caressed your back, his large hands felt comforting. They felt like home. "I'm offended." he sighed dramatically.

Throwing your arms around his neck, you couldn't help but let a few tears stream down your cheeks while he rocked you back and forth, his attendance meaning more to you than anyone could ever imagine. Long distance relationships were hard, especially ones where age difference came into play, Drew had a career and you were still attending school- so hours were always thrown off.

"You didn't tell me you were coming!! I can't believe you didn't tell me! I could have made reservations-"

Drew held out his finger motioning for you to pause, your mouth agape as he stepped back from you and held out his phone to show you his screen. "Pietro Nolita reservations are at six." he smiled proudly.

You clapped your hands together excitedly- of course he knew your favorite restaurant even though you've only raved about it once or twice around him. Your dress flowed in the wind as you jumped up and down, grabbing Drew's hands and leaning towards him to finally crash your lips against his. Drew hummed against you causing you to smile and pull away, resting your forehead against his with a smile.

"Congratulations, pretty girl." Drew said, cupping your chin into his hand before pulling you in for another tender kiss.

"Thank you." you whispered once he pulled away and wrapped his arm around you so you could lead him away from the crowded sidewalk.

You sighed in content while resting your head against his shoulder, your eyes scanning up towards the sky as you thanked the God's for gifting you with the most amazing partner you could ever ask for. You didn't even notice him pulling something out of his jacket pocket before he stopped you both mid step.

"I got you a little something, just so you know how proud I am of you and how happy I am that my girl is a graduate." he smiled, bitting his bottom lip while holding out a tiny beige box.

Your eyes raked his face and squealed after taking the box from his hand to open it slowly so he could watch you unwrap the white gift wrap. "Oohh's and ahh's" fell from your mouth as you pulled out the most delicate looking gold necklace.

"Drew..." you gaped, the necklace revealing an authentic heart shaped pearl in the middle. "th- this is so beautiful." you mused looking up at him with loving eyes. His tender glance causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach violently.

"You like it?" he wondered.

"I love it!" you nearly shouted, "Is that even a question?!" you added causing Drew to chuckle.

"Let me put it on you, beautiful." he urged.

Drew took the necklace from your hands and waited for you to turn around, his hands finding your hair and sliding it over your shoulder so he could put it on you with ease. His hands fell to your shoulders after he clasped the necklace around your neck, Drew pulled you against his chest causing your eyes to close in satisfaction as he kissed your jawline lightly.

"I have so much of you in my heart." he whispered in your ear, "So I thought I'd give you my heart even when we're far apart."

Your lips trembled at his words, gripping onto his forearms you turned your head to the side to look up at him to reveal his intense gaze. "You're like a dream." you giggled.

Drew shrugged while turning you to face him, his hands sliding down to your hips casing blush to shadow against your soft cheeks. "What can I say, the ladies love me." he teased.

"Shut up before I 'accidentally' feed you olives at the restaurant!" you poked fun at him, knowing he hates them.

Drew scoffed and bumped his hip into your's- causing you to laugh as he opened his phone to look at the gps so you could head to the restaurant.

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untiltheendoftime · 3 years

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Summary: Staring at a stranger leaves you with an empty plate of fries and a heart filled with the slightest bit of love.

gif by @stevenrogered

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: A normal amount of swearing, other than that it's pure fluff.

Writers note: This is for @celestialbarnes "4k writing challenge"

Reblogs, likes and your thoughts are so much appreciated. Feel free to point out any errors.

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Can I steal your fries?

You had found yourself in a small diner, after another terrible date, with a large portion of fries in front you. Perhaps alcohol would've been more helpful to forget the whole day, but sadly your work schedule didn't allow you to get drunk and risk a hangover.

As soon as you sat down, you deleted the dating app off your phone, earning an amused look from the stranger in the booth in front of you when you had muttered something along the lines of "Fuck this shit." and "Might as well start referring to myself as a trash can if trash is all I attract."

You could feel the warmth of a blush rising on your cheeks when you heard the stranger chuckle and you were sure that you looked exactly like the ketchup on your fries. Why did you have to blush so easily? Fuck.

Unfortunately he was quite handsome, which didn't help your ketchup-face problem at all. His hair was rather short, though it looked like he was growing it out, and he gave off cozy vibes with the navy blue hoodie he was wearing and the steaming cup of coffee in his hands. He was far more than quite handsome. It was then that you noticed that his eyes, unfairly blue like the sky on a perfect summer day, were focused on you.

He fully caught you staring at him. Damn it.

In order to hide your embarrassment, you quickly adverted your eyes to the plate in front of you. Suddenly the fries were very interesting.

The sound of footsteps appeared and just when you had thought that you creepingly staring made the stranger leave, a muscular body came in sight and you were starting to feel anxious.

Thinking that apologizing was the best way to get over with this as soon as possible, you tried to come up with an excuse "Look, I'm sorry for staring. I jus-" you started bubbling, but he quickly interrupted you.

"Wouldn't have caught you staring at me if I wasn't staring as well, would I?" he said, his voice surprisingly sweet and when you had gathered up enough courage to look up at him, you were welcomed with a breathtaking smile.

Without any hesitation, he sat down in front of you and the anxious feeling quickly washed away, being replaced with irritation instead. Sure, he didn't look bad, but he was a stranger after all.

You eyed him suspiciously and he did the same, obviously mocking you. "I don't want to sound rude but I believe your coffee wants your attention more than me" you said, actually not really bothering to sound polite.

"Does sound rude to me, doll."

He probably used the nickname a lot, however it didn't stop you from feeling flattered. Not wanting to acknowledge it, and turning red again, you decided to keep your mouth shut.

The silence was starting to feel uncomfortable and from the way his brows slightly furrowed with thought, you could tell that he didn't want the conversation to end so soon.

"You're not here for the first time and I actually wanted to talk to you for a while." he admitted, "Even tried to get your attention, but all you did was stare into your phone and yeah" a faint blush crept up on his cheeks.

It took you a solid minute to process his words. Yes, you were a frequent customer, most of the times visiting after another date went downhill and sometimes you would google dating advice and gag at all the bullshit everyone wrote. You didn't exactly hate being single, though having someone to come home to wasn't the worst thought you could think of. The more dates went wrong, the more you and your family, especially them, began to wonder what was wrong with you.

"Always love a stranger watching me" you joked and instantly grimace at how badly you had worded it. That's not what you meant.

His laughter filled your ears and it was full of warmth and so contagious, you had to laugh as well.

After the laughter had died down, he cleared his throat and extendended his right hand to you "I'm Bucky" he softly said and while shaking it, the contact sending slight shivers down your spine, you tell him your name.

"Now that we know each others names, can I steal some of your fries?" Bucky asked, not waiting for an answer as he reached for your plate.

"No" you chuckled out, playfully swatting his hand away, and he glared at you for a second before dramatically putting the hand on his chest, claiming that you've really hurt his feelings and it might take decades to mend the pain in his heart.

The conversation between the two of you flowed nicely. He told you about his visits to different countries and you would ask questions about how the people were and if the food tasted good, the latter truthfully answered with a "I usually went for cheeseburgers due to the lack of time."

You had told Bucky how much you despise going on dates now because your family would pressure you, saying that the problem has to be you since your ex shortly found a significant other after the break up.

Bucky's jaw tightened at that and he voiced out how fucking rude your family was, wondering if they don't have anything else to do than rubbing their noses in your love life. Seeing that he has was way more understanding than your own family, empathy had always been something all of them undoubtedly lacked off, made you even more fond of the handsome stranger and you felt comfortable sharing personal pieces of your life with him as hours passed by.

Midway through your story you paused to look at your plate, realizing that it was almost empty now and the only reason why he didn't stop your rambling was because it allowed him to eat your fries.

"Stop taking my fries." you muttered out, causing him to grin.

"What are you gonna do about it?" he questioned, voice heavenly charming as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows at you.

Perhaps this was the most cliché thing to do, but the look he gave you when you threw a few fries at his face was something you wish you would've gotten a picture of. His eyes were still slightly widened in shock when he, not so attractively, shoved all of the fries in his mouth, making you laugh at his childish behavior.

"I got to eat the fries. Seems like I won, sweetheart." he proudly declared.

Banters and stories later, your eyes caught a glimpse of the clock on your phone and you frown when it reads two a.m

You jolted up from your seat, calling out an apology to the old waitress who seemed to be startled by the sudden change of energy. "I do enjoy talking to you, but my shift starts in six hours." you said, your voice laced with a hint of sadness.

Bucky stood up as well and reached for your phone that was still lying on the table. He handed it you, signaling for you to unlock it, and when he had access to it, he quickly typed in his number and pressed the saving button. A cheekish smile on his lips when he puts it in your grasp again and you can't help but beam at him, too.

He held his hands up in defense, "Figured you need my number after you have deleted all the datings apps."

You rolled your eyes in response and, who knows where the confidence boost came from, step closer to him. "Goodnight" you murmured, pressing a light kiss to his cheek and they instantly heat up, which made him look adorable. Maybe you had found someone who blushes just as easily as you.

Once you had entered the front door of your apartment, your phone gave off a noise, signaling that you had received a message. A quick glance at the screen told you that it was Bucky asking if you came home alright. He definitely is a gentleman. Just when you were about to answer him, another text popped up. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop you from grinning like a lovestruck teenager while reading it.

Bucky:

When will you take me out?

Sincerely, your trash

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First story on here. Hopefully it's not that bad? I would absolutely love to hear some feedback. Thank you for reading everything ♡

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