How about a Soulmate AU where you know your soulmate the instant you lock eyes, but it takes Jack two years to make eye contact with Bitty
hope you dont mind, if im here for anything its for autistic jack and with this prompt i couldnt resist, and then the tags got way too long so here we are
jack is autistic and eye contact is just one of those things he has to fake. it’s intense and intimate and can be so much that its kind of painful. but it’s nice to look at his friends when they’re looking elsewhere. and he can get away with looking at the spot between people’s eyebrows, or at the tip of their nose when he’s talking to someone. he tends to look at lardo’s eye makeup or the frame of holster’s glasses. there are ways to avoid it.
he doesn’t worry much about missing his soulmate. he’s got more urgent things to think about. and besides, his mom is always reminding him that fate is fate. if he’s meant to look into his soulmate’s eyes it will happen without him having to force it.
jack spends bitty’s freshman year avoiding looking at his face much. he’s been a jerk and he knows it. he’s hoped the checking practice has been enough of an olive branch, but after the bad play and bitty’s concussion, when he is re-elected captain he knows he has to apologize. it doesn’t go as awkwardly as it could have and he leaves for summer break knowing that bitty has little brown freckles on the tops of his cheeks.
he spends bitty’s sophomore year looking at those freckles. then later bitty’s eyelashes, and more than a few times a smudge of flour across bitty’s forehead. they spend a lot of time together, during checking practice and at annie’s and in the cafeteria and founders. they end up sitting together on bus rides back to samwell after away games, sometimes sharing headphones with the volume turned low. he likes getting bitty started on tangents because he talks with his hands when he gets focused on explaining why he prefers butter to lard or what he thought of some music video. jack likes sitting together quietly, which never lasts for too long but he likes chirping bitty just as much. somehow they wind up spending time in the reading room together during kegsters on nights when bitty hasn’t been sentenced to kegstands. by april, jack finds himself in the kitchen more afternoons than not, reviewing his last batch of photos or wrangling the bibliography for his thesis. he still enjoys being alone but bitty doesn’t tire him the way other people can.
on the roof the night before graduation, jack lends bitty his jacket and sits close enough that when they sit cross-legged their knees touch. the six of them share a berry-peach pie and shitty passes around a bottle of whiskey. several times during bouts of laughter or the pleasant pauses afterwards, jack stops to notice how happy and grateful he is to be among friends.
soon its late. the others have fallen asleep or retreated back to the haus. he’s leaned back against the wall behind him, bitty leaned against him with his head on jack’s shoulder. bitty might be asleep but jack doesn’t mind. their conversation trailed off a while ago, leaving jack to listen to the faint sounds of the wind and the flow of his own breath. he watches the remaining embers in the fire pit crumble and grey, feels the weight of his camera in his lap. his mind starts to quiet. tomorrow everything is going to change but for now he just feels grounded and still.
eventually bitty stirs and lifts his head, blearily looks around and then up at jack. jack doesn’t really think about it, just turns to look back. being seen like that has always made him feel vulnerable, but he trusts bitty. sees him back. its nice. a few seconds pass and he has to look away. and then he is overwhelmed by a simple certainty, like a ripple running through him, quiet and unmistakable.
In the cutscene that starts the final fight with Saïx, when Riku protects Kairi from his claymore air blast and the magical shield comes up - Riku did that. Riku made the shield. He shows a couple times throughout the series that he can make guards and tries to protect both himself and others. He locks himself and Kairi out of the fight purposefully to protect her because he knows Saïx is a threat, and I fully believe that Saïx didn’t make the shield as he just flat-out lacks the ability, because he lacks the want the protect himself. At no point does Saïx protect himself via magic - he can’t.
Otherwise he would have shielded against Riku’s dark fira before - but he didn’t, he took it with his arms, facing it head on. Shielding his face.
Saïx doesn’t know shielding magic because he’s used to his body taking hits.
(I know the area shields are to prevent escape but I like the idea too much to follow game logic)
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Series
The Renewal - Dark!Loki x Reader (in progress) You volunteer for a cruel Asgardian ritual to protect someone you love. Armed with only your magic and hunting skills, you fight to turn the tables on those in power. In accepting this task you agree to sacrifice your life, unknowingly to the God of Mischief.
The Lake House - Dark!Bucky Barnes x Dark!Reader (Complete) You decide to spend the summer before Freshman year of college with two of your girlfriends at one of their parents’ lake house. It turns out that Captain America and his two best friends are staying next door. Bucky thinks you might be his perfect girl. But are you too perfect?
The Grey Zone - Dark!Alpha Steve x Dark!Beta Reader, Simp!Alpha Bucky x Dark!Beta Reader (Complete) Nick Fury has handpicked you to join Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes in the field. But these two Alphas have a problem with a Beta being on their team. They make it their mission to get rid of you and may have bitten off more than they can chew.
Shattered Doll - Dark!Stucky x Reader (Complete) Steve and Bucky think their innocent downstairs neighbor is the perfect girl to add to their marriage, whether she likes it or not. But bringing strangers into your home can come with unexpected and shocking consequences.
Matryoshka - Yelena Belova x Reader; Dark!Stucky x Reader (in progress) This is the sequel to Shattered Doll. Eight months after you escape the horrors of being held captive by Steve and Bucky you’re finally pulling your life back together. That is, until a new revelation.
City of Gold - Dark!Bucky x Reader (in progress) New Hope is a shining city on the hill, rising out of the post Snap nuclear wasteland. Prosperous and without need, it is ruled by an oligarchy formed out of the remaining Avengers. When you and your sister are hunted down in the Badlands because of your powers and brought back to New Hope, you catch the eye of the city’s feared chief enforcer - Grand General Barnes.
Ransom’s Revenge - Ransom Drysdale x Reader (in progress) Ransom hates his new summer intern Hunter and the feeling is mutual. Ransom decides to put Hunter in his place the worst way he knows how – dicking down Hunter’s mom.
Fast Cash & the Law - Dennis Baker x Stripper!Reader; Dark!Andy Barber x Stripper!Reader (in progress) You’re just a cash strapped student trying to make it through law school. But you end up catching the eyes of a dorky well-mannered client and an obsessive professor.
Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader; Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count:6,277 Summary: The fallout from Ransom’s stunt; Ari has a sit down with a pot stirring associate; Mrs. Barber gives some sage advice while Mr. Barber marks his territory. Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Reference to dub con elements. Mild violence and blood. Reference to blackmail/coercion. Threats of violence and death. Mob elements. Jealousy. Unprotected sex. Feeeeeels.AU. 18+ only!
A/N: I’d like to take a quick moment to thank all of you for your incredible support and encouragement after the last chapter. I was very genuinely blown away by the response and engagement and it had me basking in hoe nirvana for like a week, so thank you ❤️This chapter is shorter than we’re used to, a bit of the aftermath, and then wheeew next chapter. If you thought part 11 was wild, I’m a littttle scared to see how y’all are gonna react to part 13, which is the chapter I’ve been most excited to get to Finally, lots of love and gratitude to @drabblewithfrannybarnes for holding my hand with this chapter and also listening to me hoe screech about what’s to come. Love you, hoemate! ❤️
Not to get too serious but the fucked up part of the Ransom x reader ordeal is that Ransom doesn’t quite understand how bad he screwed up. He thinks it’s all part of the forged deal with reader, not recognizing how his actions violated reader’s consent.
Yeah, she enjoyed the act and achieved orgasm but he never received an enthusiastic yes; it was more of consent under duress and it was done in front of someone else, thus violating one of their unspoken rules.
I mean, I’m pretty sure that if Ransom saw reader being accosted by a stranger significantly bigger than her, he’d be by her side faster than a speeding bullet. But unfortunately he can’t see how his actions are akin to what that stranger did to reader in my hypothetical scenario.
I say all that to say this: something about this chapter really made me ponder about how all these characters deal with consent, consensual nonconsent and dubcon/noncon as well as how well some authors are able to portray the different nuances around consent in their romantic/sexual relationships found in their art.
Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dark Female Reader Summary: Ransom likes the hunt, especially when you turn him down. Word Count: Almost 800 Warnings: Threat of sexual assault, non-con touching (do not read it this upsets you!), misogynistic thoughts, implied major character death, swearing, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. A/N: A Sinday treat for @syntheticavenger ’s 8k Spooky Challenge. Congrats, lovely! It was a fun challenge to keep this to less than 800 words!
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Ransom didn’t like the word no. Call him spoiled or egotistical, but he was a man who got what he wanted. Tonight, he wanted you. And he wouldn’t let anything get in his way of his goal.
warnings: smut. unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, mention of cum-eating, vouyerism, dirty talk, cheeky bit of choking, reader slaps ransom at one point.
word count: 1.4k
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There weren’t enough words in the English dictionary, to describe the way you felt about Hugh “Call me Ransom” Drysdale.
summary: Sierra left, but she didn’t quite leave (you’ll see)
pairing: basically miguel galindo x black!OC
genre: errrr pettiness? fluff, maybe angst
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AN: DO NOT WORRY! I AM CURRENTLY WRITING A FIC WITH FLUFF WITH ANGEL THEN EZ
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“I just don’t understand why I have to go back there.” Sierra huffed, not wanting to move since she was very much pregnant as hell. She didn’t want to leave the comfort of her couch but Miguel was more at ease knowing she was with him at all times with her being so close to her due date. He didn’t want anything to happen to her, but he understood where his wife was coming from when she said that she didn’t want to go back to the clubhouse after what happened to her 4 years ago. The only two people she’s kept up with was Letty and Chucky. They’ve visited her a few times, they came to the wedding, the baby shower, almost everything. They were the only two people she trusted when it came to the Mayans.
“Mi reina, I completely understand why you don’t want to go back, but I can assure you that nothing will happen to you because while I conduct business with Bishop, Nestor will be by your side just as he has been all these years. You have nothing to worry about, just trust me.” He reassured her. She sighed and nodded her head as he gave her a triumphant smile. “Besides, it’d be nice to see you be petty every once in a while.”
“I’m not liable for anything that happens while you’re in the Templo. You know how my mouth gets when I get riled up” She grumbled, slowly sitting up from the couch to slip on her slides. Miguel gave her a kiss on the cheek, and let her have her alone time until it was time to work again. He absolutely knew how much of a hard ass she can get when she gets mad, he’s been on the other side of that on several occasions.
Sierra was 100% sure that Miguel was bringing her out of spite because he liked to brag and that’s just the type of man he was. He took pride in the fact that he finally found love after Emily since he found out Cristobal wasn’t his. He was heartbroken, yeah, but Sierra was there for him when nobody else was, and she was there for him when she told him about the deal that EZ had made with the feds. Of course, she felt like a bad friend, but there was so much betrayal being thrown around inside the Mayans, she didn’t care anymore. Now here she is, 4 years later, married and pregnant by the one man that Angel and EZ had hated more than anything.
She had came to peace with herself and what happened to her a long ass time ago. She didn’t want to harbour any hate for a man that didn’t even deserve her time of the day. She stopped posting on social media because for some reason it had always encouraged him to call her, even while she was engaged to Miguel. She had also known, that Miguel was a completely different breed when it came to loyalty, it was like taking care of her needs was always his first priority and she used to feel so overwhelmed with how much love she had been receiving, but she had gotten used to it.
“It’s time to go mi corazon,” Miguel announced, walking back into the living room with Nestor behind him. She gave the two men a confused look as she watched Miguel carry a bag. He gave her a smile and handed it to her. She smiled as she looked inside the bag to see that it was filled with all her favourite snacks and drinks since he knew she liked to eat throughout the day. Not wanting to waste any time, she pulled out a bag of hot cheetos and ripped the bag open before popping a handful in her mouth.
Miguel grabbed her free hand and lead her to the car where the driver was waiting. He opened the door for her, placing a hand on her back as she got in. After she got comfortable, he closed the door and walked to the other side before settling himself beside her. Out of instinct, Sierra crossed her legs over her husbands, and scooted closer to him. He smiled and began to rub her thighs as the car started to move, Nestor sitting in the front. Miguel rolled up the partition from his side of the car, and began rubbing her thighs higher and higher, making her look at him suspiciously.
“The same shit your doing now is the reason why I’m pregnant.” She grumbled, trying to push his hand away from he only grabbed it and laced it with his other hand as he slowly pulled her panties off with one hand and began to rub her clit slowly in small circles. She sighed and leaned her head back as she tried not to make too much noise because the car definitely wasn’t sound proof.
“You know I can never get enough of you querida, no matter how pregnant you are.” He mumbled, leaning over to place small kisses on her neck and chest. Sierra sighed in content and leaned back on the seat with her sundress hiked up to her belly, making Miguel smile. Maybe a small quickie wouldn’t hurt.
“Miguel just hurry up because you got me horny knowing how sensitive my hormones are.” She complained, trying to unbuckle his slack but he slapped her hand away, and held her legs up by the back of her knees.
“Relax honey, it’ll be a while before we get there anyway.” He stated before eating his wife out like it was her last meal, not giving her a chance to respond properly since she was too busy trying not to moan as she ran her hands through his hair.
Miguel moaned as he felt her drip onto his tongue before pushing her dress up past her. breast so he could have something soft to hold onto. Lately, he had been having sex with her and eating her out more than usual. She tasted sweeter and her pushy was always extremely wet during sex. He let go of her trembling legs, and snuggly placed them on his shoulder so that she would be more comfortable.
He circled his lips around her clit before sucking harshly, receiving a loud moan from her. “Holy fuck! Shit…”
Sierra looked down to her husband over her belly to see him already staring at her with wide eyes as he used both hands to spread her pushy lips as he stiffened his tongue and proceeded tongue fuck her deeper, making her thud down onto the seat and let out another sob as she felt herself coming closer and closer to cumming.
Her mouth fell into a silent scream as she felt her orgasm crash down upon her. Miguel did his best to keep her still as he watched her essence spurt out of her, watching as her legs continued to shake from the huge orgasm. Miguel glanced outside of the moving car for a split second before rushing to pull his slacks down.
“We’ll be there in 5, so lets make this quick mi reina,” He mumbled, kissing his wife on the lips before leaning back up to thrust into her. Sierra gasped and grabbed her husbands hand as he quickly plowed into her as he tried to get her to finish as she chased his own climax. Miguel tried his best not to moan loud because he knew Nestor would give him shit so he stuck with deep breaths and small grunts. Sierra bit onto her lip as she watched her husband thrust harshly into her.
“You gonna let them know who you belong to amor?” Miguel asked, moving his hand to rub his wife’s clit as she came around him. She sporadically and rapidly nodded her head as she tried to push him away but he grabbed both her hands and placed them above her her as he continued his consistent thrusting, now getting to his orgasm as he gave her one more thrust, spilling himself inside her. (I promise I write better smut than this lol.)
“Miguel, we’re here.” Nestor called from the front. Miguel could hear the sound of the front seat opening before he and Sierra put their clothes on. She straightened herself out, fixing her hair while Miguel pulled up his slacks and buckled his pants back.
It had just dawned on her about what she was about to walk into. Sierra sighed, not wanting to see anyone’s face again, not after what happened but she knew she really had no choice seeing as she willingly got into the car with her husband.
Miguel noticed her distress, and comforted his wife, “Hey, if you don’t want to come in it’s your decision.”
Sierra smiled at him and shook her head, “No, I want to. Let’s go.”
The couple made it out of the car, checking their surrounds before a loud voice caught her attention. Miguel whispered to Nestor about keeping a watch on her, the man nodding his head.
“SIERRA! GIRL HEY!” Letty ran up to the pregnant woman and engulfed her in a huge hug, being mindful of her belly. Miguel smiled at the interaction and stated that he was going inside for his meeting with Bishop, to which Sierra smiled and nodded her head before kissing his lips as a temporary goodbye.
“You’re glowing! Miguel really got you out here living your best life.” She complimented, looking at her friend. Sierra laughed and rubbed her belly out of instinct.
“Girl, he is but don’t tell him I said that shit. His ego already big as hell.” She joked, earning a laugh from the younger girl in front of her.
“You wanna head inside?” Letty asked after a small moment of silence. Sierra hesitantly smiled and nodded her head. Letty noticed the hesitance.
“If it makes you feel any better, Angel’s been a shit show ever since you left. Adelita was pregnant and he thought it was his but turns out it wasn’t. So karma’s a bitch I guess.” Letty explained as the two of them walked to the doors of the clubhouse. Sierra gave a small hum at the new information. She had always told Angel that Adelita was suspect but he clearly was too deep in her pussy to see that until it was too late.
“I’m married to a good ass man and we got a kid on the way, I could really care less.” She stated, walking past Letty to get inside with Nestor following closely behind since she was burning up. It was like a record scratch from those dramatically funny ass movies and suddenly all eyes were on her while some where on her belly.
Of course they were doing the same banter just like the time Angel got caught only his little Adelita wasn’t here. Such a shame. She turned to Nestor with a smile on her face.
“Could you get me something to drink?” She asked quietly. Nestor gave her a friendly smile and walked to the bar to ask for some water, returning it back to Sierra as she thanked him and took a big gulp from him. She tried her hardest to ignore the stares but it was getting irritating at this point.
“Are yall gone keep staring or is somebody gone speak?” She asked loudly, scanning the room, and of course the first one to walk up was Angel. Looking past him, Sierra locked eyes with a girl with shoulder length hair, making her squint her eyes at her before the girl broke contact with her and turned around.
“Who knocked you up?” He asked, pointing to her belly before glancing at Nestor who was standing behind him. She smiled at him.
“Not your hoe ass, that’s for sure.” She replied, pretending to pick at her nails as if she were bored with the conversation already.
“Mi reina seriously, did you let Miguel knock you up?” Angel asked, hoping to hear a no, but from the smile on her face he knew it was the opposite. Sad to say, he had thought about coming to see her all the way up until this point, but she clearly was busy with someone else.
“I’ll tell you this. I married the same man who got his heart broken by the bitch your brother constantly fucked. Crazy how their baby wasn’t his but EZ’s isn’t it? Kinda pathetic if you ask me, taking Miguel’s sloppy seconds…so weird.” She spoke, every ounce of venom on her voice. She had time to be petty today.
“Did you come here to insult us? If you did you can fucking lea–”
“How’s Adelita? Y'know with you cheating on me with her and all one would’ve thought that you guys would be a big happy family with her being pregnant. Oh wait, they poor baby isn’t even yours. So not only did you cheat, you allowed a hoe to run game on you. Crazy.” She chuckled, shaking her head at him. Angel knew he should say something, but how could he when everything she’s saying is true. As far as Nestor, the only thing he could really do was try not to laugh, since he was told not to start anything unless he felt like someone was physically trying to attack his boss’s wife and unborn child.
“Seriously Sierra, we get that we fucked you over but chill out.” Gilly spoke from the other side of the room. Sierra looked at him and sighed.
“Gilly, if you knew how much dirt I had on you and every person in this room you would shut the fuck up and keep stuffing your fat ass face.” Sierra ranted. Where the fuck is Miguel?
“Uhm excuse me but who are you? Angel why are you letting her walk all over you?” One of Vickey’s girls asked, standing up to get beside Angel.
“You do know I can put a price on your head and get you knocked off right? Matter fact lemme just…” She trailed off, pulling out her phone to text Miguel but Nestor grabbed the phone from her hand before she could. One phone call and the entire building will be burned to the damn ground with everyone in it.
“He just saved your life. Next time you wanna try somebody, try a bitch that ain’t me.” She hissed, standing up just in time to see her husband walking out of the templo with Bishop, who could clearly feel the tension in the room. Miguel smiled and walked over to his wife as she welcomed him with a hug.
“She wasn’t too much trouble was she?” Miguel asked Nestor, who handed her back her phone.
“Other than the fact that she just tried to get one of Vickey’s girls dead, no, she’s been an angel as always.” Nestor laughed, stepping back from the two of them.
“Why the fuck did you marry her into this shit? You’re too dangerous for her.” Angel fussed, scowling at Miguel who turned around with an amused look on his face.
“Angel seriously shut the fuck up. You just don’t like the fact that I’m married to the one man everybody in this bitch is afraid of because if he’s too dangerous for me then you were as well and yet I STAYED with you and you see where that got me. It took you five years to propose to me while it took him one and a half, and we got married 6 moths later. Like my momma always said, a man knows when he ready to settle down, and you weren’t ready and that’s okay, but don’t try to talk about what the fuck I got going on when you clearly got homegirl in the back over there scared to even say shit with her weak ass but I’m not surprised, you always had to fuck weak bitches because you could never handle a real ass bitch like me. Have a nice life dickface.” She ranted, grabbing her husband’s hand who was shocked at the confrontation. Any other time Miguel would be the first to speak on something like that but hearing his wife do it for him just made his heart swell with pride.
“You handled that better than I would have baby, I’m proud of you.” He told her as the two of them got into the car. Sierra smiled and leaned into her husbands side as he pulled her closer and kissed her head.
“Okay now take me home and give me bath.” She demanded, causing the other man to throw his head back in laughter.
“Angel seriously shut the fuck up. You just don’t like the fact that I’m married to the one man everybody in this bitch is afraid of because if he’s too dangerous for me then you were as well and yet I STAYED with you and you see where that got me. It took you five years to propose to me while it took him one and a half, and we got married 6 moths later. Like my momma always said, a man knows when he ready to settle down, and you weren’t ready and that’s okay, but don’t try to talk about what the fuck I got going on when you clearly got homegirl in the back over there scared to even say shit with her weak ass but I’m not surprised, you always had to fuck weak bitches because you could never handle a real ass bitch like me. Have a nice life dickface.“
Your heart beated unusually fast as you found yourself getting out of the bath tub.
You wasn’t just upset because of his actions regarding Beth anymore, now you were upset because he had the audacity to go after Ezekiel. You didn’t care that he was putting him in his place, Rio had no damn right!
He cheated. He had his fun. He can’t be mad because you’re returning the gesture!
This isn’t pick and choose! He can’t decide who can cheat and who can’t. He can’t have his cake and eat it too and think you’re gonna sit on your ass and not get yours.
“Y/n!” Rio called out almost tripping trying to get to you.
His dick swinging, body drenched in foam and water. “What?” You roll your eyes at him, looking through your clothes. This explains Rio’s black eye and busted lip, not to mention the bruises on his ribs. It explained so much. You knew to always not question shit with him.
You wondered how you got here. Oh that’s right, your husband cheated!
“Don’t leave this house, we need to discuss this. I told you not to see him again, and you did it anyways.” He grabbed your towel that rested on the bed, wrapping it around his waist. “And I told you not to lay a finger on him, guess we both didn’t fucking listen.” He ran his hand down his face and let out a deep sigh, “You leave, don’t bother coming back.” You stopped what you was doing, you looked at the man who you loved more than anything. But deep down, you were too upset to even think about that ‘love’ you had for him. “You giving me an ultimatum? You may want to choose your words carefully.”
Rio didn’t want to lose you, but he also hated the idea of another man being with you but no matter what he did- you found yourself back with Ezekiel. “What can I do to make you stay?” He stepped closer. “Huh? What can I do so we can be back where we were? I’ll do whatever it takes, mama.”
“I told you what would happen if you laid a finger on him, didn’t I?”
You went back to packing an over night bag. You had no Intentions on leaving Rio. No, that was never your intention. But you needed him to think that. You needed him to miss you. “Y/n! We been through the ringer, I know I fucked up but can’t we look past this now? No. I’m begging you,” you froze. Rio never begged. It was something different. You let out a sigh. “I’m going to check on Ez. Don’t wait up because I’m not coming home tonight,” he starts taking your things out your luggage. “The hell you are.”
“I am. Don’t make this harder than it already is,” you snatched the clothes from him
You and him tussled for awhile, he kept trying to keep you from leaving, you ran down the stairs with your bag in hand with a naked Rio; with nothing but the white dry off towel around his waist, he wasn’t letting you go. Not without a fight. “Y/n! I love you, don’t leave.” You put your hand on the doorknob, turning it slow. You held the heavy bag as you rushed out the door, he reached for you and yanked the bag causing you to take a tumble down the few stairs. “Shit!” He reacted. Rushing down the few stairs, he walked over to you.
“Y/n. Baby, you alright?”
His heart fell to the bottom of his chest. Everything he promised you, he had broken. He promised to never hurt. To never cheat or to physically harm you, yet he did. You held your head and looked at the scraps and cuts on your arm, you were bleeding from the small gashes on your arms and forehead, you groaned from the painful tumble.
“Look what you’ve done, Rio!”
He reaches over helping you up, not caring that his towel had fallen off, all he cared about was making sure that you were alright. You sniffled, you limped as he helped you to your feet, reaching down he took your bag and helped you in the house. He had gotten his wish, for now.
“You know I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he says entering the room with peroxide and some gauze and everything else he needed from the first-aid kit
You didn’t utter a word. You were too sore and too angry to say anything. To think this shit all started with a damn…
(A/N: this is for @fineanddandy’s breakuptomakeup2k challenge. Since Chris’ character in playing it cool doesn’t have a name I’m just calling him Chris. He feels like how I could imagine Chris to be tbh. Like follow and reblog with a comment ✌)
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Chris tossed his head back as he watched your ass bounce on top of him
So this is the first fic I’m doing that I wrote a summary for! I just had sudden inspiration for this today and wrote it out. It will definitely be two parts.
Summary: An American space mission lands on Mars; Erik Stevens, the mission commander, collects soil samples. However, a substance in the sample thaws out on the ship, proceeding to infect the astronauts, causing a 7-minute gap in radio contact between Earth. Nonetheless, the mission is still considered a success and the crew safely returns to Earth. Only Dr. Hugo Cromwell, an institutionalized former scientist, reacts violently to their return. Upon return, Stevens, as well as Halle Gamble and John Smith, are examined by the space agency doctor, Dr. Orinsky and quarantined to prevent them from engaging in sexual activity for ten days. Despite the quarantine, Erik, when attending a fundraiser honoring the astronauts, quickly disregards this advice.
Warnings: smut, breeding, sci-fi
This mission required a whole lot of money and the smartest people. Engineers, scientists, and of course, the best astronauts in the USA. Erik Stevens, the mission commander and his team had just come back from a routine mission when another voyage would be happening in less than 24 hours. The new mission consists of going to Mars to collect soil samples. It’s been over three months since Erik Stevens and his usual crew became a part of the Space Station Freedom project that finally saw success after its collapse in 1990.
(If Adam was alive) Lance and Adam are best friends™ and have a lot of inside jokes. Shiro and Keith are constantly scared of these two.
Platonic Kidge. Pidge and Keith are conspiracy theorie freaks and could talk hour about it. (Pidge secretly doesn’t trust the government)
Matt teaches/shows Romelle memes
Everyone ships Klance and they are open about it. Pidge “Tell your boyfriend to shut up” Keith “Lance is not my boyfriend” Pidge “Yeah, and I am Morgan Freeman”.
Shiro makes a lot of gay jokes
Shiro uses het emojis
The Paladins call Coran “Uncle Coran” most of the time (Like they call Shiro “Dad”)
A lot of adults are actually really scared of Pidge
The Paladins have a “Hunk’s cookies friday”. Hunk makes cookies every Friday and they all have a movie night.
Pidge secretly likes MCR
Keith is a weeb
The first time Keith heard about “Klance” he asked Lance what it means. After Lance explained it to Keith, they both got really red and were awkward around each other for a week
Lance adopted a cat and names her Blue (Blue and Kosmo are getting along really well)
Lance worships the bee-movie
Pidge, Hunk, and Lance call the Galra “Furries (is that how you write it?) Including Keith
284. A lot of slytherins had that ‘bad bitch’, 'don’t mess with me’ kinda vibe, but there are those that just want to make friends, from any house, and have a group of people to talk to, or that like giving hugs, or that like helping out those group of first years with transfiguration. Not all slytherins are these fierce, unemotional characters, we can’t forget the cinnamon buns too.
283. At some point James Potter and Sirius Black found all of James’ old glasses from throughout his life and placed every single one of them on James’ face, all 12 of them, and wore them to transfiguration.
Mcgonagall was so done with their antics by then that she didnt even realise and just continued teaching the lesson as if nothing was amiss.
282. Luna and the ravenclaw door knocker were BEST friends. Luna could, and would, chat to the knocker about her creatures for ages, and if it knew, the knocker would tell her where the nargles hid all her clothes.
281. Okay but ravenclaws door knocker was the biggest gossip in school. I mean, the amount of shit it must’ve heard in all its years at Hogwarts. If you asked, the knocker would always tell, and probably ramble on for a good hour about other unrelated gossip, but it was always interesting for the ravenclaws to listen too.
280. Not many people knew but the ravenclaw door knocker was actually amazing at giving advice. Ravenclaws would stand and vent, only for the knocker to reply back with wisdom and help.
279. hufflepuffs are like the mediators of all houses. they try and keep everyone calm, and inter house peace is a priority to them. they feisty asf about it too.
