#get this wh*te boy away from me

[milesmolasses]

they’re just people (42miles x african!reader)

— this was a request that I very stupidly deleted

— idek how I fricken did it bruh just read the fic 😭

— miles is nervy cause he’s meeting ur family.

— ⚠️: unedited, reader and miles are aged up to be 17-18 (because it makes sense. what african parent do you know who is letting their child date at 15??), miles having a cute moment with his mom <3

— “senator style” dressing is very common among men in nigeria. look it up and you’ll see what i’m talking about

“you need to calm down.”

you could feel the anxiety radiating off of your boyfriend from a mile away as he was pacing up and down your room, while throwing around a bean bag he found in your drawer. he had quietly snuck in through a window while you were getting ready just to rant to you about how nervous he was.

a birthday party.

your mother had told you to bring him to a birthday party being held for your cousins at a venue. she thought it would be a nice idea to see how he would interact with the rest of your family (and to see if he was any good with children.) in miles' head, he was hoping for a small get-together like you had when you met his mom and uncle.

as he came over to you and and wrapped his arms around your waist he said, “mami, tell me to calm down one more time and I might explode.”

“eww don’t do that I don’t wanna have to clean up your guts,” you joked as you turned to kiss his cheek.

turning around in his arms, you pushed him away from you slightly to examine what was in front of you. miles was freshly dressed in a matching blue “senator style” shirt and pants. you reached for his newly braided braids as you brought them forward to lay on his shoulders. “you look extremely handsome. they’re going to like you, okay?”

he huffed as he rolled his shoulder back, a little tense from all the worrying he’s been doing. “okay.”

when miles snuck out your window and went back to his own home, his mother caught a glimpse of what he was wearing.

“wow, te ves bien. where are you going?” his mother asked sounding impressed by how her son had cleaned up so nicely.

“i’m meeting the parents…” he mumbled looking at the floor. she could tell his nerves were getting the best of him by how his eyes were darting around the room and not maintaining eye contact.

“oh wow, that’s why you’re dressed like this huh?”

“yup”

Rio sighed as she went up to her son, placing both her hands to rest upon his shoulders.

“miles, you listen to me. they are just people. they can’t hurt you, okay? and judging by the person they raised, they’re good people,” she reassured him the best she could as she slid her hands down his arms, rubbing small circles to sooth him.

“what if they don’t like me?”

Rio sighed as her eyes darted to the side, thinking of what to say. she suddenly stepped away from miles as she put her index and thumb on her chin. she began to circle around miles, examining everything about him.

miles could only stand there confused as to why his mom was inspecting every inch of his body. “uh.. ma?” she put a finger to her lips to shush him, still looking and studying him while deep in thought. until she finally came to a stop right in front of him.

“mmk now, ask me what I see when i look at you.”

“ma w-what are you-”

“shhh play along! now ask me what I see, ¡vamos!”

miles threw his arms up and let them fall down in defeat. “fine, what d’ you see mami?”

Rio smiled as she grabbed her sons hands into her own.

“I see the boy I raised,” she explained. “I see him in all his glory on his way to navigate the world he’s been given.”

"I see him trying his best understand what it means to have feelings — what it means to love someone. I see someone who cares enough to immerse himself in a different culture than the one he has all for the sake of a special someone."

she looked down as she continued, “I see a talented, intelligent, kind, respectful little boy who’s not so little anymore. I see someone I couldn't be more proud of, and y’know what—?” she lifted her head so her eyes could meet his, “if they can’t see what I see, están locos.”

miles couldn’t help the soft smile he had on his face as he looked into her sincere eyes. pulling his mom into him, he hugged her and gave her a small kiss on her head.

“te quiero, mami”

“ay mami please I gotta go-!”

“in a minute!”

you stood outside smiling with your hands crossed over your chest watching the scene in front of you; miles mother trying to make him look more presentable by straightening out his shirt and tucking away any miss placed hairs on his head as best as she could.

when she finally kissed her son goodbye and started her way back to the bus stop, she quickly waved and smiled at you before speed-walking to catch the next bus. there were people from your family all outside the venue, chatting each other up and taking pictures, and suddenly this all felt very real to miles.

taking a deep breath, he crossed the street and made his way over to you.

“hi baby,” you swiftly linked your arm around his and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

“damn, how many people you got in your family ma?” he took a quick look inside through the windows and saw a hefty amount of people, which didn’t make this any easier for him.

“don’t worry, most of these people aren’t actually family. they’re more like family friends who we call aunties, uncles, and cousins,” you explained.

“okay okay, yeah sure,” miles let out a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in. he started to look around at all the people outside the venue: they all looked so extravagant in long fitted dresses, and in suits that matched or looked similar to what he was wearing. all of the adults mingled with each other, and children were beginning to group off and mess around.

miles felt a bit like a fraud; like he didn’t belong there. this was all new territory for him. of course he had a few african friends in middle school, but he never really had to face their culture head-on like he was now. when he tried listening to what people were saying, he heard a few english words incorporated into their sentences, but he hadn't a clue on what was being communicated.

he couldn't stop the doubts that began to cloud his mind as he looked around him. doubts that he wasn't the kind of guy your parents wanted you dating, that he couldn't live up to their expectations. doubts that told him in big bold letters, "you don't belong here."

miles' facial expressions and body language often gave away what he was thinking, so when you noticed him begin to shrink slightly, him rapidly tapping his thigh, and his lip twitching slightly, you saw right through him. grabbing his hand, you gave him a small squeeze of affection, and soon enough, you were leading him through the doors of the venue, dodging people and children as you made your way through.

you led him right to your table which your parents saved for you and your siblings, plus miles.

as he saw your parents seated at the table, the first person he noticed was your father's presence. he took notice of the stoic look on his face, and his hand on the table which was intertwined with your mother's.

"hey guysss," you greeted with a smile as you dragged miles over to the table. "this is milesss, the boy I was telling you about."

you could feel miles tense ever so slightly as his father held his gaze.

"good evening sir, my name is miles," he introduced himself with a small smile.

“thank god this boy even knows how to greet,” your father said while nodding in approval.

when he reached his hand out for miles to shake, miles thought to himself, “okay, making progress.”

taking his hand, he gave a firm handshake to your father to which he nodded in approval again. turning to your mother, he extended his hand and said hello and was met with a softer touch and welcoming smile.

“I like your hair,” she mentioned, her hand gesturing to the two braids rested on his shoulder.

miles smiled as he look down to his braids. “thank you, my mom actually does these for me.”

“tell her i said she did well,” she complimented.

“please, sit down i’m sure the food will soon be ready, and then we will see what we can take home with us,” your mother mumbled that last part directed to your father, but you still heard and laughed.

“so, miles, we have been told many good things about you. you want to study physics?” your father asked.

miles squeezed your hand under the table, eyebrows raised in shock. “you guys talk about me?” he felt his heart swell at the mental image of you even mentioning him to your parents — especially your mom.

“of course na, our daughter comes up to us and tells us she’s been seeing a boy — how can we not talk about you?” your mother asked rhetorically. you could see the small almost unnoticeable smirk etching onto miles face. he would never let you hear the end of this.

after almost half an hour of talking, laughing, (mainly between you, miles, and your mother), and getting to know one another, miles started to feel much more relaxed. words started flowing out of him much easier than before, and he even managed to make your dad crack a smile with one of his silly jokes. miles nerves and doubts slowly but surely began to dissipate as the night went on; relief washed over his entire body.

it wasn't until your mother covered him in a layer of fear 4x as heavy as the one he just washed off.

“ah! see your cousin!” you mother told you. you looked in the direction she was looking and saw a toddler running around and giggling.

“why don’t the both of you go and say hi!”

she knew exactly what she was doing.

— bro idk what’s wrong but I really don’t like this (¬_¬)

— but I tried

— idek why but i think the other one was SOOO much better

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #earth42 miles #into the spider verse #miles g #spiderman miles morales #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #earth 42 #miles morales x you #miles morales imagine #spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse fanfiction #milesmolasses #atsv prowler #miles morales prowler #prowler miles fanfic #prowler miles #the prowler

[llahela]

hey PB, what the actual FUCK IS THIS

#absolutely fucking not #fifty shades of grey who? #get this wh*te boy away from me #playchoices #choices #pixelberry #open heart #bryce lahela #jackie varma #play choices #ethan ramsey

[multiplefandomsblog]

S/O who lost a bet to Kokichi, punishment being a Maid’s Dress

request; Ooooo, Requests are open! Could I have a female S/O who lost a bet and now has to wear a sexy maid outfit? And Kokichi is just. Eating. It. Up.

warnings; reader lost a bet and has to wear a maid dress, reader uses female pronouns and names, reader uses master(non-sexually), cussing, had to make kaito the ‘bad guy’ for trope reasons lmfao, kokichi gets jealous and possessive, they goof off a ton at the end, overall just fluff without much plot, and i.. i dont even know how to say this, i used this phrase i found from the internet “top 15 embarrassing things to say to strangers” so like,, watch out for that..! ahahahaha-

note; omfg i hate this one so much- most out of all my works, i stg i am the most disappointed in this one. please don’t even read it- i could’ve done so much better ;-; man, i just butchered this like a fricking idiot-- sorry anon!!!! you seriously deserved so much better, i am so sorry. there are so many issues with this- the ending, the cringe, the messiness, the fucking clichés- seriously, please please forgive me. although you probably shouldn’t, i am just so so sorry T_T please don’t be afraid to ask me if you want this rewritten, i am like, BEGGING YOU TO ASK ME TO REWRITE THIS SAVIBVDHBSDKJ

word count; 2.1k

You took a deep breath before leaving your dorm, mentally preparing yourself for the walk of shame to the dining room where you had to… you didn’t even want to say it, nor acknowledge it. The bet you had lost the day before with Kokichi, had left you with nothing but bitterness in the end. Your eyebrows were permanently creased, an expression of pure regret on your face as you shuffled unenthusiastically down the hall in your frilly maid’s outfit. 

Shuichi greeted you as soon as he noticed the dress, a concerned, confused and albeit a bit flustered expression on his face as he did. “H-hey S/o! Um, so are you going to the dining hall?” He asked an obvious question, just so he could somehow get you to talk about your huge dress. Only nodding shamefully, you stifled a sigh. 

Shuichi only made a noise of acknowledgement, letting the conversation go stale as he was too afraid to address the elephant in the room, himself. You were both silent, Saihara standing in front of you, awkwardly planted on his spot while he looked at everything but you. 

He didn’t say anything, only occasionally sparing glances at your dress as he stood like a tree. Getting irked from the silence, you deadpanned, “... You want to know why I’m wearing a maid’s dress.” He flushed at even the mention of the word, as if you had said something terrible.

“Y-you don’t have to te-” Disrupting his excuse, you looked him dead in the eye, and uttered one word, “Kokichi.” Shuichi blinked at the name, before nodding in pity. After your short response, he required no further questions, the single name was all it took for the realization to wash over him. Even if he wasn’t a detective, it wouldn’t take less than a second to know what was going on. 

As if the said-Kokichi had been waiting for you to say that, Kokichi suddenly popped out of nowhere, scaring the two of you at his sudden appearance, “Oh? What’s my maid doing with Saihara-chan? Not wasting time I hope~” He laughed sadistically at your suffering, “Chop chop my maid! Since I’m your master, you’re gonna have to follow my every order! So don’t even try to disobey me; cuz I’m sure maid-chan knows what happens when she does, right? Nishishi!” You cringed at the nickname, ere sighing in defeat and letting him drag you to the dining room where you’d soon meet your demise.

You looked back at Shuichi one last time, mouthing a, ‘Help me.’ as Kokichi dragged you away. Shuichi only sent back a sheepish and apologetic look, in which you glared at him, betrayal overtaking you.

A couple of minutes later of countless teasing and judgemental looks sent your way, you were finally at the dreaded destination. To your surprise, Kokichi eagerly kicked the door to the dining room open before you could even prepare yourself, the entire class turning around at the loud noise. Kaito was first to speak up about the dramatic entrance, ‘Kokichi!? What the actual F-! … f-ffffffffffuuhh..” Kaito trailed off, his attention shifting off Kokichi, to focusing on you in a maid’s dress. 

Despite wanting you to feel the pure unfiltered humiliation, the sadistic bastard definitely did not love the way Kaito was eyeing you. Smile faltering for a second, he considered dragging you to his own room and having you perform a private show for him instead of these assholes. Shaking his head, he tried dispersing the thoughts of… jealousy? No, that can’t be it. 

He decided he’d delay his feelings of conflict for later, and unfortunately for you, focusing back on your nervous figure. Peaking at the look on your face, he couldn’t help the twinge of worry for your well-being. 

Noticing him stare at you with a small concern, you furrowed your brows in suspicion, that wasn’t really like him. Only then, did you notice the desperation on his face. He looked like he was choosing to either say, “Are you okay?” or “Pleaaaase!” He watched you, eyes wide with worry yet looking as if he had been begging you. Choosing your fate, you sent him a reassuring, but solemn nod, deciding to do the act he had been looking forward to for the entirety of yesterday; the day you lost that damned bet. 

You sighed defeatedly at his pouty expression, you were weak for him and he knew it.

“Alright.” He looked up at you with expecting eyes, holding back a shit-eating grin, “Alright what..?” You sighed for the 2nd time within the span of 45 seconds, “Ugh... Master.” The single word uttered out from your pretty lips had his entire body shuddering, fighting back the blush on his face, he leaned his back towards you teasingly, his ego had been very clearly stroked, “That’s right. I’m your master; so come on and get to it! Don’t make your master wait~” He added, clearly enjoying your misery. You pouted, where did the worried Kokichi go?

Turning to face the crowd that seemed to be staring at you while you flirted talked normally with Kokichi, you felt your frills shuffle with each movement you made. You closed your eyes in preparation, making a mental note never to make a bet with Kokichi, ever. “Do I have to get on my knees?” He smiled cheerfully, “It’s part of the deal~” ‘Nishishi’ing as dread washed over your face.

Everyone watched in anticipation, some with concern, but mostly the former— as you got on your knees, the skirt neatly pleating on the ground. 

Disgruntled, you uttered out a small, “If you tickle me, I will… I- “ You looked back at Kokichi, a look of, ‘Do I have to do this?’ contorting on your face as you stared at him pleadingly, dying inside when he nodded frantically like a child at a candy store.

“... S-say hee hee and prance around like a rainbow lollipop on a cloud of unicorn wishes.“ You flinched , the entire class had suddenly started howling and rushing towards you—most likely to tickle you—, but right before a giddy Angie and a determined Tenko could get their hands on you, Kokichi suddenly spoke up, stopping them in their tracks. “Hey! She’s not allowed to be touched by mutts like you, so get back!” He brutally spat, voice scratching from the force of his words. 

Kaito immediately took the opportunity to ask you out as Kokichi’s occupied with the others, not hesitating for a second. Tapping on your shoulder, a shy smile adorning Kaito’s face as he awkwardly shuffled, “Hey S/o..! Do you maybe wanna, um..” Kokichi swiftly popped out from underneath your skirt as if this was a routinely thing, standing in between you and Kaito. “What the hell-” Kaito recoiled back in shock, had he just been hiding under there?? Kokichi looked at you, before looking back at him. 

You were sure if looks could kill, Kaito would’ve been dead a year ago. “Hey. You know she’s mine, yeah?” Kokichi spoke with a dead-cold look on his face, before almost immediately contorting back into his usual mischievous smile, “... My personal maid, of course! Nishishi!” Kaito stared Kokichi down, in which Kokichi simply glared back in amusement, the same smile staying onto his face. Irking, Kaito discontentedly walked away, shortly after Kokichi had won the stare-down. 

Exhaling loudly, his smile fell off his face as well as the breath he kept in, a neutral expression replacing his grin as he stared back at you, “You know, this whole thing is getting kinda boring, let’s just leave.” He tried putting on his signature charming grin, but you could see the way his teeth clenched. It seemed Kaito asking you out had a bigger effect on him than he wanted to admit. 

Despite teasing and asking him if he was worried and/or jealous on the way to a secluded area, he persists, staying stubborn and brushing it off. “It just wasn’t as fun as I thought! Now stop nagging me and hurry uuuuup! You’re such a slowpoke.” Perking up, he suddenly remembered something, “Oh wait! That’s an order, right? So you have to obey.” Rolling your eyes, you jolted as an idea suddenly found its way to your head. 

Flashing a mischievous smirk in his direction, you left him bewildered as you started sprinting across the field. “Wh- Hey! Haha, what the fuck!?” He cackled at how stupid you looked, throwing your heels across the field somewhere as you stumbled from the length of the dress, still running to god knows where. 

His laughing suddenly halted as he witnessed the way you took a large leap and stepped on your dress, tumbling down as you did.“Stooop! You’re gonna actually hurt yourself, seriousl-! …” Kokichi suddenly fell silent as you fell on your face, only sounds of him choking back holding back his own loud laughter. But the boy could only hold back for so long, and as you raised your head from the field, you could hear him just fucking losing it. 

Turning around and glaring directly at him, you stumbled back to your feet, jogging towards one of your lost heels before hurling it directly at Kokichi’s stomach. “Take that you little shit!” Now you were the one laughing at his misery. In the end the heel didn’t do what you wanted it to, as he just kept on laughing, only now wheezing from the hilarity of the situation and for the air you knocked out of him. 

Hearing his crazy horse laughter fill the air, you couldn’t help but laugh just as loud, along with him. You jogged up to his hysterical figure, falling down next to him, your own giggles mingling in with his. He turned his head to you, pointing at your face weakly, before throwing his head back and laughing even louder. 

Eventually, the laughter calmed, both of you just bathing in the afterglow of the extreme euphoria you both had felt. Kokichi turned his head again, staring at you in thought. Noticing his eyes, you took your eyes off the sky, catching his seemingly whipped gaze, “What?” 

He smiled, “Even though you look like a maid who had just went through hell to try and escape her traumatizing slave prison life, you still look cute.” Admitting with no hesitation and way too many details, he watched in amusement as your face flushed. “And borderline sexy too. I am loving the sexy prisoner look.” He added, catching you off guard as you flushed even harder. 

He sighed lovingly, “You know, I’d gladly pay you to stay in that dress... And I’m not lying.” You scoffed and looked at him in disbelief, Kokichi frowning back, “Hey! Don’t look at me like that! You know damn well, you look hot in those tights.” He drifted his eyes lower and lower, tilting his head to get a better view- before you suddenly chopped him. 

Wincing from the hit, he started bawling, “Uwah! How meeeaan! And to do that to your master too! How could you!?” Here come the waterworks. You only grimaced, right before decreasing your face in defeat, deciding to play along, “Fine. I’m sorry then,” Sighing, “Master.” You groaned out, clearly unhappy with the title Kokichi had forced on himself. Kokichi went light-headed as soon as he heard that word come out your lips, smiling like a goof, he only gawked at you. 

Shooting your head back to him, you were concerned as to why he was suddenly quiet. Was there something wrong with him? Did he pass out? “Master?” You called him by his title, shaking his tiny figure. The expression on his face showed pure bliss, “Just kiss me already.” 

He snapped out of it for a second, eyes darting to yours. You glared at him, in which he simply glared back, a challenging smirk on his face, differing greatly from his expression from earlier, “That’s an order~” 

Blinking at the statement, you gave in to your demise, slowly leaning down to kiss his forehead lightly, a flush on your face. Pressing your lips lightly against his skin, you pulled away shortly, lingering no longer than you had to. However short it was, that alone seemed to do it for him, as you swore you saw hearts shoot out from the spot in which you pecked. 

Giggling strangely, he rested on the field, completely surrendering his body to the earth as he went limp. “Nishi… My maid loooves me!” You stayed silent at the bold remark, wanting to refute but you knew he’d just figure out your lies. 

... Even so, you refused to admit it, “You fucking wish.” Snorting, you pushed his face away from you gently, cackling as you heard his whining.

#mod chia #kokichi x reader #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi oma #kokichi fluff #kokichi ouma #kokichi headcanons #kokichi #kokichi imagines #kokichi oneshots #kokichi x reader fluff #kokichi x reader oneshots #dr3 kokichi x reader #dr3 kokichi #dgrv3 kokichi #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa oneshot #danganronpa fluff #dr kokichi

[n00dl3gal]

Expiration Date (Father-Son Bonding AU Version)

More of the dad!Spy AU because I’m hooked, y’all. Thanks again to @thetriggeredhappy for spearheading the AU and letting me bounce ideas off of them.

As the name suggests, this is the AU version of the Expiration Date short. I recycle some of the dialogue, too. Basically everything is the same except I guess the final wishes bucket didn’t happen? Warnings for references to canon-typical violence and talks about death.

Reblogs are appreciated!

Spy flipped to the next page of the Spy Tech catalogue. His whiskey sat to the side- a rare indulgence. Typically, he stuck to his roots and drank wine. But with less than a hundred hours left… might as well live a little. 

There was a knock at the door, and Spy sighed. “Go away,” he yelled. Silence. Then the faint but unmistakable sound of a lockpick. In an instant, Spy stood, pulling out his knife. He opened the door to grab the intruder before- “Scout, there are easier ways to get my attention.” 

Scout smirked. “Gotta keep my skills sharp,” he replied, slipping the lockpick into his pocket. He sauntered in, arms behind his head. Spy shut the door.

Jeremy’s arms fell to his side as Raphael took off his mask. “So. Three days. You scared, old man?” Jeremy asked. His voice was light, but his face was contorted with concern. 

Raphael thought. “No, not scared,” he said finally. “Nor am I particularly surprised. I figured tumors would get me in the end, if not in this way.” 

Jeremy snorted. “Told ya you smoke too much.” 

The mirth was short-lived, however. “How about you?” Raphael offered. “Are you afraid, mon lapin?” 

“Nah, not really. But… I dunno, I have some regrets? Stuff I wish I could’ve done.” He scratched at his cheek. “Ask Miss Pauling out properly, finish fixing up that bike with Engie…'' His voice trailed off as his eyes widened. “Um. I-I would’ve liked to meet my Ma.” 

Raphael swore the tumors took him then, the way his heart froze. Every paternal instinct he had fired at once as Jeremy started to tremble. Jeremy took in a shaky breath. It wasn’t enough. The tears began as he croaked out “papa.” 

Raphael quickly pulled his son into a hug, removing his cap to smooth his hair. Jeremy sobbed into his chest. Raphael felt his own eyes water. “I was wrong. My death does not scare me, but yours, Jeremy… that would terrify any father.” 

“C’mon… at least we’re goin’ down together,” Jeremy joked, still crying. 

They couldn’t get off base without a proper ceasefire. Engineer was occupied with testing the teleporters with Medic. But three days was enough to make at least one of his son’s wishes a reality. “And before we do,” Raphael said, “we will be winning Miss Pauling over. Even if it’s just for one date. What do you say?” 

“Dad, you don’t-” 

“Let an old man fulfill his dying wish, s'il te plaît?” Raphael interrupted. Jeremy sighed, but he was smiling. “Then let’s get to work.” 

. . .

Scout blinked as Spy flicked on the light. This damn seat was too small- where the hell did he find a school desk like this, anyway? Scout shook his head, trying to focus on Spy’s dialogue. “Final question. You have a dinner date for seven. What time do you arrive?”

“Seven,” Scout answered automatically. “AM. Case the restaurant, run background checks on the staff. Can the cook be trusted? If not, I have to kill him. Dispose of the body, replace him with my own guy no later than 4:30.” He smiled. 

Spy grimaced. “Jeremy, that’s what you do when having a meeting with a known rival. I’m very glad you remembered, but that is absolutely not what you do in this scenario.” He glanced down at his death watch. “And we’re out of time.” 

Scout groaned, banging his head on the desk. “Then I have no hope, do I?”

“Hmm… the area you set up is fairly nice, but it’s all a matter of getting Miss Pauling here,” Spy said. “If you can figure that out, you might have a shot.” 

It was quiet as both men fell into thought. “Wait- holy crap, that’s it! Thanks Dad!” Scout yanked himself from the desk- not without some effort- and ran out of the training room. 45 seconds later, the briefcase alarm went off. 

Spy pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. He had raised his boy better than this. And yet… well, the security booth would at least let him keep an eye on things. 

. . .

“I was furious. Oh my God, you set off the briefcase alarm and you were having a prom for some reason. But then there was this monster and we shot it and we built a bomb and I think my leg's broken,” Miss Pauling said in a rush, gingerly pushing herself off of Scout. “Can we do this again?”

“Yeah! Yeah- wait,” Scout replied before pausing. “We can’t. I’m going to be dead.” 

“Wait, what?”

Light poured over them as Soldier lifted the bread monster’s corpse. “Good news! We’re not dying! We are going to live forever!” 

“I didn’t say that!” Medic yelled in the distance. Heavy held the monster up as Soldier and Sniper helped Scout and Miss Pauling stand. “I just said we’re not filled with tumors!” 

“Oh thank God,” Scout sighed, grinning. “So yeah, Miss Pauling, I guess it’s a date.” 

Miss Pauling had been smiling, but her expression suddenly fell. “Wait, you mean- oh, oh Scout, I’m flattered, but… you’re not really my type,” she said quietly. 

Scout felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped down his pants. “Uh, wh- what is your type, then?” he asked awkwardly. 

Miss Pauling looked away, straightening her glasses. “More… feminine,” she replied. Her voice was barely audible. 

It took Scout a moment to fully process it. “Oh. Oh! Well that- I mean, that sucks for me I guess, but- um, well, if ya ever need a wingman or something-” 

She blinked, frowning at him. “Scout, are you- are you saying you’re not straight either?”

“Eh, labels, not really- I’m flexible,” he said dismissively. He shrugged, bouncing on his heels. “But yeah! Next time ya head to the Gravel Pit or something, lemme know, alright?”

“I would love to, but today’s my one day off this year. Maybe I can squeeze something in… oh, it looks like I’ll be seeing you on Wednesday,” she said. 

“Really?” “Yeah, that’s the day I have to feed the guy who pressed the briefcase alarm to my woodchipper.” 

. . .

As soon as it was obvious Scout and Miss Pauling were not dead, Spy walked away. The base had sustained heavy damage during the fight with the bread monster. Enough that a ceasefire was most likely inevitable. It would be tight, but Spy prided himself on working on a deadline. 

Jeremy’s regret about Miss Pauling might not have come to fruition, and there wasn’t much he could do about Engineer being preoccupied…

But there was one of his son’s dying wishes he could still fulfill.

Sequel? Sequel. Also fun fact: this fic totaled 1,111 words exactly.

#father-son bonding au #dad spy #Team Fortress 2 #team fortress 2 au #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 fanfiction #expiration date #thetriggeredhappy #noodle writes

[natashxromanovf]

I want to see you smile

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff × fem!Stark! reader

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: swearing (I think that’s it? If not, please let me know)

Type: fluff, friends to lovers

Summary: What happens when one friend falls in love with another? Are feelings mutual?

A/N: If you haven’t already noticed, I’m in love with friends to lovers trope. So yes, that’s what I’m writing. Again. In this fic, Thanos doesn’t exsist and everyone is alive. Just for clarification, Jenna is supossed to be Morgan’s babysitter. Also am I passing my obsession with Soy Luna to Morgan here? Yes, I am. This song is just so beautiful, yet sad at the same time. I don’t really like this, but oh weel, not everything can be amazing. Enjoy <3

Here's the link to the song

“And don’t forget to turn in your essays tomorrow!” yells the teacher, right before the bell rings, dismissing you from your last class. You pick up your backpack and look at Peter, who just stood up from his chair. “Are we hanging out today?” you ask. “Yes, we have to go to the compound, remember? Everyone will be there, there’s some important meeting, even we have to attend,” he explains. “But Steve said it’s not going to be long, so we can hang out after,” he says and you nod. Peter and you were best friends, ever since junior year of high school. The first time your dad introduced him to you (not knowing you two already know each other), was hilarious.

“Y/N, come in here honey!” yelled Tony from the common area. You were doing your homework, minding your business when you heard your dad calling you. “Coming dad!” you answered back. Once you got to the dining area, your father immediately started to speak “I want you to meet someone.” he said, gesturing to the boy beside him. As your head turns, you recognize this boy as none other than Peter Parker. “Peter?!” 

“Y/N?!” you both scream at the same time. “What are you doing here?” you asked, your eyes wide, surprise lacing your voice. “What am I doing here? The better question is what are you doing here?” he squeaked, his expression matching yours. “Woah, Woah, Woah, you two know each other?” Tony asked, just as confused as you were. “Yes we know each other, he’s basically my best friend,” you explained, Tony’s jaw dropping to the ground. “So that’s why you never let me come to your house,” chuckled Peter, finally putting all the pieces together. “Yea, that’s why.” you gently smiled. “Let’s introduce again, shall we? Hello, I’m Y/N, Y/N Stark.” you introduced yourself, making Peter laugh slightly. “Hey Y/N, I’m Peter Parker, also known as Spider-man.” now it was your turn to be surprised. “You’re Spider-man?!?” you asked. “And you’re a Stark! We’re even.” 

“I guess we are.”

Once you got to the compound, everyone was already there, even Morgan, to your surprise. “Mom, what’s Morgan doing here?” you question. “Wait a second, mom what are you doing here??” you now almost scream. “Didn’t Dad tell you?” she says and you shook your head no. “Oh, well, I told him to tell you, but what can you expect from Tony Stark?” she sighs. “Last mission went wrong and now a HYDRA base knows the addresses of all the Avengers, including ours, that’s why I’m here. And about Morgan... well we couldn’t reach Jenna, so we took her with us.” she frowns. “Oh, okay-” you were cut off, by none other than the famous Captain America. “Okay, so, I know you’re probably asking yourself ´What the hell are we doing here on our free day?´ but I have a good explanation for it. It has come to our attention that while we were on our last mission, fighting off HYDRA agents, some of them snuck into our jet and stole some information, including our home addresses. Now, since more than half of us lives here, or is from another planet,” he says, gesturing to Thor, “it’s not so serious, except for Tony, Pepper, Y/N, Peter, and Bruce. Your addresses have been compromised, so I would suggest for you to stay here for a couple of weeks, just to be safe.” he ends his long explanation, and all of you agree to stay here. “Wow, I need to call Aunt May,” says Peter, and you nod, gesturing for him to go. After you shoo Peter away, to go and talk to May, Pietro appears behind you, his usual smirk printed on his lips “Hey, printsessa.” he greets and you wave. “Hello Pietro, how are you?” you smile, his presence always making you happy, no matter how hard the day was. “I’m good, you?" he questions. “I’m okay, it just sucks a little, all this not-going-home thing. But at least I get the time to hang out with my favorite speedster.” you chuckle, Pietro joining. You make small talk, just usual things. Somehow you end on the couch and the next time you look at the clock, it’s already time for dinner. Today is Wanda’s turn to cook, and to say you are starving is an understatement. You couldn’t wait for her famous paprikash.

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It’s been a couple of days since the meeting and you and Peter just came back from school, to a very unusual scene. Before you, there are all the Avengers, looking at something on the big screen. You and Peter look at each other confused, as to what could leave them in such a state. As you get closer, you see what they’re all so interested in. It’s a show called Soy Luna and you burst out laughing, now all the attention focusing on you. “Y-you’re watch-watching Soy Lu-Luna?” you say through giggles, making some of them blush. “Well, as a matter of fact, it really sucks you in.” defends Natasha, receiving hums of agreement. “Sure, whatever you say.”

“On which episode are you?” Peter asks. “I think it’s season 3, episode 25,” answers Wanda. “Oh my god, I love this episode, scoot over,” you say to Bucky, gesturing for him to move. He moves a little to the right, making space between him and Wanda. You sit in the middle while Peter sits on the ground, besides Steve. “Morgan wanted to watch it, right?” you ask, a smirk still playing on your lips. “Yea.” Wanda sighs defeated, and your smile widens, just a little. Right as you were about to turn your attention to the screen, Morgan appears in front of your eyes. “Hey bubba, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be watching the series?” you question, your brows furrowed. “Yea, I just wanted to be with you!” she exclaims and turns around, sitting into your lap. “Awwww,” you whisper, overwhelmed with her cuteness. 10 minutes in, Morgan screams that your favorite song is coming. “Look Y/N, Matteo is about to perform your favorite song!”

“You’re right Morgan,” you say, trying to calm her down from her excited state. “Will you sing it? Pleaseee,” she demands, looking at you with puppy eyes. Oh, damn it, not her puppy eyes, you think, agreeing, because c’mon, who can say no to those pretty eyes of hers. “But only because you asked nicely,” you add, making Morgan smile. Soon enough, the first tunes of Quiero verte sonreir start to play. She looks at you expectantly, as do all the others. Right before you start singing you make eye contact with Pietro. 

“No lo puedo evitar,

yo no te dejo de pensar,

y las noches son frías si tú no estás.

No lo puedo entender,

como no te has dado cuenta...”

(I can’t help it, I can’t stop thinking about you, and the nights are cold, if you’re not here. I don’t understand, how you haven’t noticed...)

There’s something in his eyes, that makes you not look away, not wanting to look away. Finally, your stare breaks, as Morgan bumps you, wanting some attention. “...Pero tengo miedo de pensar,

que no te vayas enamorar...”

(...But I'm afraid to think, that you’re not going to fall in love...)

You bump her nose, making your heart feel loved, because you made your little sister happy, even if just for two minutes.

Your eyes are back on Pietro, decided to dedicate the chorus to him, even if he doesn’t understand you.

“... Quiero verte sonreír,

quiero verte junto a mí,

no puedo ya no quiero,

no es fácil ocultar mis miedos...”

(I want to see you smile, I want to see you next to me, I can’t take it anymore, I don’t want to, it's not easy to hide my fears...) 

But you forgot there’s someone else in the room, who speaks Spanish fluently. As the song comes to an end, you know what’s coming, so right when you finish with your singing, you quickly scream: “Someone cover Morgan’s eyes, she’s too innocent to see what’s coming.” as a joke, not expecting for Bucky to actually cover her eyes. “Oi, Barnes, I was kidding!” you say while laughing your ass off. You spend the rest of your afternoon with your team, binge-watching Soy Luna, completely falling into trance. The duty of cooking dinner falls on you and Peter, others still not turning their eyes away from the screen. You decided to cook Mac and cheese, the only thing you both actually know how to cook. “How long have you been into Pietro?” he suddenly asks, making you choke on your water. “Wh- what?” you struggle while coughing, Peter tapping you on your back, helping you to regain your breath again. “C’mon, you don’t have to pretend with me.” he smiles, reminding you just how of an awesome friend he is. “Is it that obvious?” you ask, looking at him like you just swallowed a spider. “No, but I notice these things, the way you look at him, the way your lips always form a smile, the second you lay eyes on him, the way you speak to him like you’re gonna melt any second. Besides, I speak Spanish, so that right there,” he gestures to the living room, “tells me enough.” he finishes with a light chuckle. “Shit, I forgot you understand Spanish,” you exclaim, joining him. “Soo, you like me?” you hear someone say, his thick accent lacing his voice, knowing who he was. “Fuck,” you whisper under your breath, slowly turning around. “How much have you heard?” you carefully ask, scrunching your nose and closing your eyes. “Enough,” he says, that adorably annoying smirk playing on his lips. “I’m gonna just slowly go, because, well, this is awkward.” Peter quickly exits the kitchen, making you angry at him for leaving. “Is it true?” you hear him say, and you focus your attention back on him. Oh, fuck it, you think before speaking “Yes, it is. But I know you don’t feel the same, so can we just pretend this didn’t happen, because I don’t want to make things akw-” he crashes his lips onto yours, guiding them into a sweet yet passionate kiss. His hands are on your waist, yours travelling up his body till you reach his hair, slowly playing with his blond curls. Cheers erupt from the door, making you look at them. And there they are, the whole team clapping and cheering, a “Finally! I couldn’t take the tension anymore!” escaping Wanda, making you chuckle. “I hate all of you, I swear to god,” you say, looking away from them and into those beautiful ocean eyes of his.

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[fangirlfics]

What a Pirate (Harry Hook x reader)

summary: After the core four leave for Auradon y/n is left to fend for herself on the isle, it’s a hard and lonely life-then her path crosses with certain flirty pirate.

word count: 3,660

Evie tool y/n’s hands in hers, “don’t worry y/n, we’ll be back in no time.“ She assured her friend. Slowly she pulled her into an embrace before turning and ducking into the limbo from Auradon. 

“Yeah in no time.“ Jay confirmed with a smirk and a quick wink. He ruffled her hair lightly before getting in the limbo-hat in hand. Then y/n realized that the gold crown that was on the front of the limbo was gone. Smooth Jay, smooth. 

“I don’t even wanna go.“ Mal said-throwing her bag into the limbo. “Going to school with a bunch of prissy princesses sounds...gross. No way am I staying there long...“ With a wink she got into the limbo too.  

Carlos’s mom came running out after him but he had made it into the limbo quickly. “We’ll miss you!“ Evie shouted out to y/n and she smiled sadly.

“You guys better not forget about me.“ y/n joked.

Carlos stuck his head out of the limbo, “catch“ he said, tossing a shiny thing her way. 

y/n looked down at the item in her hand-a small silver pocket watch.“What’s this for?” She asked, looking back.

Carlos shrugged, “Now I have to come back to get my watch.” y/n smiled, nodding at her friend. Then the limbo drove off.  

Well that was almost four months ago now.

“We’ll be back in no time.“ y/n reminded herself, taking a big bite out of an apple. It was more bitter than she would have liked it to be but this was the Isle, and at least it wasn’t the worst meal she had eaten. She forced herself to swallow the food, trying to think of something positive. The only thing that she could think of were her friends-the hope that she’d see them soon.Without them she felt sad, forgotten...alone. But at least they could have better lives in Auradon. And if the cost of that was her being lonely- then so be it.  

 y/n continued to take bites out of her apple, eventually dropping the core when she finished. She stood, catching a glimpse of Auradon in the distance and stared for a moment. She reached in her pocket to feel Carlos’s watch, but it wasn’t there. Oh no. She checked her pockets suddenly feeling a small wave of panic when it wasn’t there. Great going y/n you lost it. She sighed, looking up at the sky and took a deep breath.

y/n got down from the building’s roof and was making her way through the cluttered market, keeping her hands in her pockets when she caught a flash of something shiny a couple of feet ahead of her. She stopped in her tracks, looking up and her mouth fell open. That was without a doubt Carlos’s watch. It’s chain hung motionless from someone’s pocket. A small boost of confidence made it’s way into y/n as she approached the person. Then she saw who was in possession of the watch and her confidence faded.

That was Harry Hook.

Harry freaking Hook.

Out of all the people that could have had the watch, it just had to be Harry. Pick pocketing him probably wouldn’t end well, it never did for anyone. But she glanced back down at the watch then to him, then to the watch again. He was distracted-talking to some girl. y/n bit her lip, feeling desperate. Just take it and leave she told herself, easy peasy. But that didn’t stop her legs from shaking as she made her way towards the pirate. Her eyes remained ahead of her as she lightly brushed against the boy’s side-fingers quickly slipping the watch from his pocket to hers. Ok go get away. She mentally yelled at herself, but she forced herself to keep her pace the same-not wanting to draw any suspicion.

Once she was a few feet away she looked back to Harry-he was gone. Her jaw dropped for a moment before she quickly hid behind the nearest wall. She quickly scanned her surroundings-noticing a ladder on the side of the building in front of her. Quick escape. She stepped towards it, reaching her hand out  but before she could grab hold of the ladder someone grabbed her wrist from behind, stopping her. Before she could react a she felt something cool on her shoulder and was spun around before being backed into the wall. Now against the cool wall,  goosebumps formed up her spine as she looked up towards her captive. Then she was face to face with Harry Hook. He had his infamous grin as he looked down at her-obviously pleased about having successfully trapping her against the wall. He was really quite attractive-but he could also be annoying. 

“Well, well...well.” He whispered in his Scottish accent. Raising his hook up to her face slowly, he stroked her jawline with the cool metal as a form of intimidation. “y/n...” He said widening his eyes a little.

“Hook.” y/n spat in response.

His smile widened at the tone of her voice. “aww...” He pouted sarcastically, “ye mad?” y/n stared directly at him with an impassive expression. Harry shook his head, “tsk tsk tsk. It appears ye’ve taken somethin’ of mine.” He lowered his hook, keeping her pinned against the wall. 

“What could I have possibly taken from you?” y/n sneered.

“Oh I don’t know....” He said glancing up in thought. “Maybe this?” He held up the pocket watch that had been in her pocket with his hook. y/n’s eyes widened as her mouth gaped open. “Ye know, ye should really be more careful when ye pickpocket someone...especially if that someone is me...” He breathed in her face, glancing down at her lips.

y/n got her expression under control again “Actually, you took that first. It’s mine.“ 

Harry chuckled lightly, “Well, now it’s mine.” He told her seriously now. “But that doesn’t change the fact that ye tried stealing from me.” He let his hook go back to her face, brushing her hair to the side. “And ye know what happens to people who steal from me?”

y/n smiled-only making Harry even more pleased-If anyone else was in y/n’s position they’d be trembling but she wasn’t, he smiled-enjoying the change in reactions. “I’m guessing you ‘hook’ them?” y/n answered.

“Correct.” He whispered, brushing her jaw lightly once more with his hook-he was really enjoying this. “But...” He thought, lowering his hook. “Maybe I can make an acception...for ye...maybe we can make a trade.”

“And what do you propose goes into this trade?” y/n asked.

“Well...ye get to walk away and keep this watch that you seem to be so obsessed with.”   

y/n raised a brow in suspicion, “that sounds too good to be true, what’s the catch?“

“Catch?“ Harry asked, pretending to be offended. “This is a deal, there’s no catch.“

“I mean what do you get? Why would you let me go?“

“ah...“ Harry’s smile only widened as he leaned closer to her. “Ye get to go because what I want...is a good price“

“And what do you want?” y/n questioned, “whatever it is can’t be good.”

Harry leaned in even closer, brushing his nose against y/n’s. The close proximity made y/n nervously shift her eyes to the side before quickly looking back at him-she hoped he didn’t notice, but he did. And he loved that he could make her nervous. “What I want...“ Harry said pausing for dramatic effect, “is...a kiss.“

y/n’s breath hitched for a moment as her mouth parted in surprise. “wh-” she closed her mouth again.

“Speechless?” Harry asked the girl, tilting his head he brushed his nose against hers once more. “It’s a fair trade if ye ask me, lass.” He whispered into her ear, making her shudder. Knowing the effect he had on her, Harry smiled-leaning away again he let his lips lightly brush against her jaw line. “So what do ye say?”

y/n looked at the boy then to the side. “I get the watch?” She asked. 

“That was what the deal...” Harry confirmed, smiling mischievously.

y/n stared at nothing for a moment before snapping her attention back to the pirate. “Fine.” 

Harry smiled wider, before making his move. He slowly leaned in closer, bringing his hand up to her chin to tilt her head back then placed his lips against hers. The kiss was way different than she thought it would be, it was slow, soft and Harry was gentle. He brought his other hand-he must’ve set his hook down earlier-to the small of her back to pull her away from the wall and closer into his chest. Then a voice rang out from somewhere further away-pulling the two back to reality. “Harry! Uma wants you!” Yeah that was Gil. Harry pulled away with a menacing look in his eyes-looking towards the direction where the voice came from. Strangely, y/n was disappointed with how fast that had happened.

“Well then.” y/n said quickly recovering, she put her hand out to Harry, palm up. Harry’s arm was still around her as he looked down, but he stepped back letting her go and pulled the watch out of his pocket.

“On second thought...” Harry smiled, looking down at the watch. “Of I keep this, ye got no choixe but te keep seein-”    

“Hook.“ 

“Ye can call me Harry ye know.“ Harry said, placing the watch in her hand. “Why’s that thing matter so much to ye anyway?“

y/n put the watch in her pocket, crossing her arms over her chest before looking back up to the pirate, “Someone important wanted me to hang on to it for a bit.“ She said truthfully, “as a promise.“

“A promise, eh? Who gave it to ye? Boyfriend.“

“That’s none of your business.“ 

Harry grinned once more, tilting his head to the side. “Nah, couldn’t have been a boyfriend. If ye had a boyfriend ye wouldn’t like me...yer not the cheatin’ type.“

“And who says I like you?“ y/n asked with a laugh.

“Well nobody had to say it.“ Harry responded, then he leaned in whispering into her ear, “If ye didn’t like me, ye wouldn’t’ve kissed me the way ye did.”

y/n opened her mouth in shock much to Harry’s entertainment. “Got to go.“ He said casually, putting his hook back on, “I trust that I’ll be seein’ more of ye.“ He started to walk away.

“What makes you think that?“ y/n asked louder so that he could hear.

He turned his head back to answer, “Well cuz I have this.” He held up one of y/n bracelet. For the third time y/n’s mouth fell open as she looked down at her right wrist-which now had no jewelry on it.

What a pirate.

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Greek Legends Chapter Four

Anzu-dono, Adonisu-dono… I am blessed with such good friends. I must be sure to thank this existence for allowing our paths to converge together like this ♪

Cast: Souma, Adonis, Mitsuru, Arashi

Author: Yuuki Yoshino

Season: Winter

Chapter Four

Arashi: All right, that was a nice chat, but let’s start running around the grounds, okay~!

Souma: Mhm, Anzu-dono, what about… ? Ahh, shall Anzu-dono accompany us?

Oh, that reminds me, not only did Kiryuu-dono mention that you produce costumes, but you are also involved in the physical ‘toreningu’ program.

That is truly impressive, Anzu-dono!

Arashi: —But, aren’t you pushing yourself just a biiit too hard?

Even if you tell me not to stress, I still can’t help but worry over you… You’re my cute little sister after all ♪

A~ha, don’t get all embarrassed! Both you and Souma-chan are much too innocent and cu~te!

Mitsuru: Wh-why are you chasing after me, Ado-chan-senpai?!

Adonis: It’s because you’re running away from me.

Mitsuru: Uwaaah! But Ado-chan-senpai, you’re way too fast, if you catch me you’ll force me to study!

Even if it’s Ado-chan-senpai, I won’t get caught~!!

Adonis: … I see. Tenma, I won’t force you to study, but if you’re going to run away like this, I’ll still catch you. Prepare yourself, Tenma.

Arashi: Ara, I wonder if Adonis-chan and Mitsuru-chan have already completed a lap around?

Souma: I suppose they have… I was aware of Adonisu-dono’s speeds, but Tenma proved to be quite the formidable foe.

Arashi: Mitsuru-chan’s set a super track and field record in a competition from just a while ago, if I recall?

I’ve ran against Mitsuru-chan before, but I narrowly beat him by a strand of hair. I fear of what’s awaiting him in the future ♪

That is true, no ordinary person can go toe to toe with Adonisu-dono. It is as though he is ‘Akireusu!’

Arashi: Achilles, like the legendary hero from Greek mythology, right?

Souma: Hmm. I am uncertain of the exact circumstances pertaining to ‘Akireusu,’ but it is well known he is called ‘Akireusu the swift-footed” due to his speed.

Arashi: Still, it’s surprising to me how you suddenly called him Achilles.

I would understand if you compared him to a track and field athlete, but this is Greek mythology right?

Souma: It must have occurred to me because of something we recently learned in class, I suppose.

Arashi: Aha~ Yeah, that makes sense!

In that case… If Mitsuru-chan is ‘Achilles’, I’ll be ‘Narcissus!’ ♪

Souma: What kind of hero is ‘Narukissosu?’ I have not heard of him prior.

Arashi: Mhm? Narcissus was unparalleled and unmatched in his beauty in Greek Mythology!

Well, he did meet a tragic fate by the end of it, but that’s Greek mythology for you.

In this one story, he fell in love with a boy reflected on the water’s surface and drowned while trying to kiss him.

Souma: Is that not… Tragic?

Narukami-dono, to put yourself in the same category as that person confuses me. Why do you think that you are similar to him?

Arashi: Narcissus is the root word of where we get Narcissist from, right? I love myself a lot you know.

Of course, I don't love only myself, but all the boys and girls who work ha~rd, so I guess we’re not the same.

There’s still some similarities, so I guess that’s good enough to make me Narcissus ♪

Souma: I see… Aha? It seems while we were busy in discussion, Adonisu-dono and Tenma have completely circled around the track.

Mhm, we should strive to work hard too ♪ !

Arashi: In that case, Anzu-chan, Souma-chan, follow after me, okay? If it gets too much for you, don’t hesitate to tell nee-chan, alright? If that’s all good then let’s go~!

Souma: Understood

Arashi: Ufufu, aren’t you two good kids? Really good kids  ♪

Souma: Aha? But Narukami-dono, I am not a child, are we not the same age?

Arashi: Hah~ I get what you mean. Perhaps it’s because of my doting elderly sister nature that I simply can’t help but pat your heads like this ♪ ?

Souma: …I have been thinking about this for a while now, but Narukami-dono you are a man, so would you not rather be ‘oniichan’ as opposed to ‘oneechan?’

Arashi: That’s no way to speak to a lady. Right, Anzu-chan?

Souma: Huh, Anzu-dono agrees that Narukami-dono is an older sister… ? In that case, is there something the matter with me instead? Aah, I do not quite understand… !

Arashi: Just run and try to rid yourself of all those worries, okay? Now, follow after oneechan~♪ ! 

Souma: …

Hah… Hah…

My mistake! I knew that Narukami-dono was simply too fast! I couldn’t keep up with you at all… !

Arashi: I’m also a member of the track and field club, remember? To lose to a sickly Souma-chan, why, I’d be a disgrace, wouldn’t I?

It seems like Anzu-chan was running along with us, are you alright? Are your legs shaken?

It’s no good to strain your legs like this, okay? Souma-chan, you go sit with her over there and wait too, alright?

Oneechan’s just going to grab sports drinks ♪

Souma: Well in that case I cannot… Oh, she has run off already.

I cannot allow myself to chase after her and let Anzu-dono collapse onto the ground like this… I apologise to Narukami-dono, but I must wait here.

Adonis: Kanzaki, how are you holding up?

Souma: No worries. Adonisu-dono, you were chasing after Tenma, correct? What happened to him?

Adonis: I was actually following after Narukami.

You seemed to have forgotten what happened earlier, but you were enjoying how I chased after you, I suppose you thought it was a way to have some fun?

…Hmm, Anzu, I’m sure you’re not feeling well, right?

Souma: It must be because she joined us in ‘joggingu,’ Anzu-dono said this was just the way things are but…

I should have paid more attention to her condition.

Failing to notice that something had gone astray is disgraceful on my part, to apologise I shall commit seppuku—

Huh, you forgive me?

Anzu-dono, are you not too kind?

Anzu-dono, Adonisu-dono… I am blessed with such good friends. I must be sure to thank this existence for allowing our paths to converge together like this ♪

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Black Magic Girl

Peter Parker x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut

The request:

PLS! I have this request I was thinking about for a while and it’s like te reader is a witch that casts a spell on Peter, it’s kind of like a truth spell that also lowers inhibitions, and he literally ravishes her because of it cause he’s wanted her since he first met her and now he literally cannot control himself.

And:

I have read so many Peter Parker fanfics but the one I want soooo badly is where Peter Parker gets suuper dominant. Do you think you could write it? Pleaseeee 🌸

MY MASTERLIST

"Got me so blind I can't see

That she's a black magic woman

And she's tryin' to make a devil out of me"

- Black magic woman, Fleetwood Mac.

"Peter? Peter…" Your voice reached him like through a haze, or like he was underwater, your increasingly frantic tone cutting through the fog inside his head. "Please, Peter, please just… just open your eyes…"

He didn't want to, he truly didn't want to, his head was killing him and his stomach felt queasy. Almost as if he was hungover, but that wasn't possible.

"Ow… ouch…"

"Oh, thank the gods!" You almost sobbed in relief as his eyes fluttered open.  He was ok. You helped him sit up on the floor, and he smiled, a little loopilly, at you.

"Hey…" He greeted, leaning heavily on you, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your face, "Wha- what happened?"

Peter frowned, taking a look around the interrogation room: the metal table, chairs and even the prisoner were overturned and laying messily around the both of you.

You flinched,

"I was trying to cast a spell…"

Oh, yeah, the spell, he remembered now. The herbs, the chanting, the rose-gold light.

"The truth spell," He recalled, "You were trying to cast a truth spell, for- for the asgardian dude…"

"Yeah…"

"What happened?"

You sighed,

"It kinda… exploded I guess"

"Kid! Are you alright?" Tony and Steve came running from the hallway, no doubt having seen the whole thing through the security cameras.

"Fine, Mr. Stark," He stood, steadying himself with your help, "just a little dizzy"

"What about you, doll, you ok?" Steve hovered over you and you could swear a soft growl vibrated in Peter's chest "This is our fault, I knew we shouldn't have let you try this alone"

You controlled the urge to roll your eyes, it was always like that with the Captain, he was always babying you, underestimating you. You hated it.

"I'm fine"

"But the spell backfired, it-"

"No… I don't think it did" You interrupted him, "I mean, it didn't hit me, it didn't knock me back like…" You trailed off. Like it had done everything else .

"Woah, Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good" Peter stumbled, both you and Tony holding him to stop him from falling face first on the floor.

"Kiddo, what is it? Talk to me"

Peter babbled intelligibly. You cursed.

"What? What is going on, y/n?" Tony questioned, visibly worried, ignoring Steve's automatic language protest.

"I-I think it worked. His pupils are dilated, we need to take him to the med bay, fast!"

"Why? I mean it's just a truth spell…"

"It's not just any truth spell" You snapped, "It's like… like a gallon of alcohol all at once, it loosens your tongue by lowering your inhibitions to the point of nonexistence! You tell the truth because the filter between your brain and your mouth disappears!"

Peter looked positively green now,

"Oh, shit! Take me to the med bay, take me to the med bay NOW! Mr. Stark, please!"

Tony's eyes flickered between you and his protege's terrified face, he knew exactly what Peter was afraid to tell you.

And he actually thought it was about time.

"Sorry, underoos, prisoner is waking up, we have to start this interrogation right away" he apologized, sounding anything but sorry, "but you can walk, it's not that far, you can lock yourself there until the effect wears out."

"Oh, princess, go with him, would ya? Make sure he doesn't get into any trouble on the way" Tony added as an afterthought. You nodded and took Peter's arm as you guided him out of the room, none of you paying any mind to the super soldiers protests.

"Please, you don't have to do this" Peter tried to disentangle from you once you were far enough from the older Avengers ears, "I- I can make it to the bay by myself"

You scoffed,

"Is that true?"

"No, I just wanna get away from you fast" Peter blurted out. You stopped dead in your tracks.

"What? Why?" You tried to keep the hurt out of your voice, you really did.

"Because" His breathy voice in your ear sent an unexpected shiver down your spine as he leaned even closer, putting more of his weight on you, "I don't trust myself near you right now"

You gulped. There was something in his voice, something you couldn't put your finger on. Something primal, almost dark. The shift in him was so sudden it left you stunned, dazed.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"I mean it takes me a lot of self control to keep myself away from you" He explained, between gritted teeth, the struggle clear in his tone, "and I can feel that control slip away… I don't know… how much longer can I keep it together"

You turned to meet his eyes and you found them darkened with lust, with barely contained desire.

"What if… what if I don't want you to stay away from me?"

A helpless noise left his throat, a wordless surrender, as his will finally broke, as he crushed his lips to yours. He nibbled at your lower lip before licking it, before coaxing your mouth open with his tongue. You felt your body come alive, every nerve ending screaming for more, more of the taste of his tongue, more of his body against yours. You snaked your arms around his neck and felt his twist around your waist, one hand splayed on your back, pressing you closer. He started pushing you, walking you back, but instead of hitting the wall like you expected, you both kept moving. It wasn't until the back of your thighs collided with a metal table that you realized he had guided you into another interrogation room.

You grabbed onto the table to stop from falling back on it, and Peter took advantage of that to shove his pelvis against yours, forcing you to sit on it as he stepped between your legs. You gasped for air as he released your lips. He disentangled one arm from around your back. You heard, more than saw, the spider webs that closed and locked the door; you hadn't noticed he was still wearing his web-shooters under his black stealth suit. Another hiss, and the security camera was out.

"Peter… what are you doing?"

He ignored your question, capturing your lips again, pressing himself harder against you, his erection against your center making what was on his mind perfectly clear.

You pushed at his chest until he freed your mouth,

"Peter, wait, we can't" You tried to reason as his lips traced their way down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, undoubtedly leaving marks. "You're under a spell, this isn't you!"

"But it is me" He contended, catching your hands in a vice-like grip, "I wanted you for so long… and you want me to, I know it. I can smell it on you" He whispered the last part against your lips, tongue peeking out to lick at the corner of your mouth.

"Wh-why didn't you…" You tried to focus your swimming head enough to make sense, "You never said anything"

Peter was on you again, kissing you with a ferocity you would have never believed the sweet boy capable of.

"I couldn't" He grunted, when he finally broke the kiss, "you're their little girl. The baby of the group. Their innocent little princess, who can do no wrong…" He shook his head, "And the things I wanted to do you. That I still want to do to you…"

You bristled at his words, you weren't even the youngest one. Peter was, actually. And he was twenty-three. If he was treated like an adult you didn't see why you shouldn't be. You wanted Peter to fuck you, not to put you on a pedestal.

You met his eyes, almost defiant.

"I'm not that innocent"

He licked his lips,

"Aren't you?"

You shook your head no,

"Show me" You demanded, "Show me what you've been dreaming of"

Peter smirked, grabbing your chin almost painfully,

"Ask me nicely"

"Please"

That was all it took, one word and he was unleashed, taking your hands and tying them at your back with another swoosh of his web-shooter, ripping open your plain white blouse, tiny pearly buttons flying everywhere. He buched it around your tied wrists, before taking a step back, admiring his work.

"I fantasized about this," He confessed, "every time we worked together at the lab: You, sitting pretty on the worktable, all tied up for me…" his eyes never left you, you flushed chest, your nipples hard behind your lacy pink bra, as he placed his palms on your knees, slowly sliding them up, "About slipping my hands under this ppretty pink skirt…" his thumbs met above your cotton covered crotch and he pressed, the fabric quickly becoming damp.

A soft moan left your lips as he rubbed up and down your slit. But it was muffled by a sticky substance suddenly covering your lips.

Peter chuckled at the dirty look you threw him. He lowered his head, breath hot on your breasts,

"I dreamed about gagging you up so they wouldn't hear your moans as I…" He brought his tongue out to lick one pebbled nipple above the coarse lace, "Yeah, just like that" He praised the muted noise you made, before bringing his hands to your chest, ripping the flimsy fabric from your body like paper scraps and really diving in, sucking and biting and bruising. He wasn't being delicate with you, he wasn't coddling you and treating you like you were about to break like everybody else. And you loved it.

He bit down on the swell of your breast and you looked down, surprised to see he hadn't drawn blood. He soothed the hurt with his tongue, looking up at you. You were gorgeous, all caught up in his webs, breathing hard and glossy eyed, already looking ravished.

He stood to whisper in your ear, as his fingers tugged your underwear to the side,

"I pictured burying my hard cock between your legs..." two long fingers breached your entrance and you let your head fell on his shoulder, "Over… and over… and over…" he punctuated every word with a sharp thrust of his fingers in and out of you, and suddenly you were glad he had gagged you. Otherwise you were sure everyone in the compound would have heard your wantom moans.

His thumb found your clit and your head fell back again and Peter took the chance to lift your skirt. The vision of his fingers glistening with your juices, gliding in and out of your pussy half covered by your white cotton panties, tableau vivant of your defiled innocence was too much for him. He took his hands off you, opening his fly and lowering his boxers just far enough to free his hard, throbbing member, impaling you in one go. You tried to get away from the sudden intrusion on instinct, he was way too thick, way too long. But he hooked his hands behind your bended knees, pulling you forward, farther down his oversized cock.

"Oh no baby," He scolded, "good sluts take what is given to them" his crass language made you shiver, and he smirked, "Don't you want to be my good little slut?"

You nodded, and his expression softened, as he snaked a hand around your back, bringing you closer, cock sinking into you deeper, inch by painfully delicious inch. Once he was buried to the hilt, he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

"You did so good, baby girl. I knew you could take it all." His praise warmed your insides, and you relaxed into his embrace.

"Can you still make sparks with your hands tied like this?"

His question struck you as odd, but you concentrated in creating the flickers anyway, a shower of pretty lights all the answer you were able to give him.

"Good baby girl. I know I should have told you this before, but if you ever need me to stop or I do something you don't like, make red sparkles and I promise I'll stop"

You nodded your head, and he kissed you again, slowly starting to move his hips, dragging his cock almost all the way out, only to push his way back in, a little harder, a little faster every time.

"Oh baby girl… feels so good…" He moaned, "knew this would be… the best pussy I ever had"

You leaned back, bracing yourself on your bounded hands behind you, opening your legs wider, offering yourself to him.

"Yeah, like that… you like this, don't you? Like me fucking you… but sluts like it hard… and fast"

You made a noise of agreement, and he picked up his pace, hips driving into you, cock stabbing into you with no mercy. The pornographic wet sounds of skin slapping on skin resonating in the soundproof room, the sight of your pussy, juicy and red, swallowing his dick over and over… Fuck, he could see himself moving inside you, your skin rippling with every thrust, every intrusion of his massive cock. He was close, and you were too, he could tell by the way you were tensing up, the explosion imminent. But he wanted you debased, he wanted you desperate. He wanted you begging for it, begging for him.  

He wanted to ruin you.

He slipped out of you, taking a step back, leaving you empty just as you were about to fall over the edge. He chuckled darkly at your stifled cry of protest, wrapping his hand around himself, pumping it up and down his length.

You looked thoroughly wrecked: cunt fucked open, hair a mess, clothes hanging in rags around your frame. So fucking beautiful and obscene, that only a handful of strokes later, and he was painting your chest on white ribbons, marking you with his come. He grabbed your chin again, lips pressing to your webbed ones and somehow, that felt dirtier than everything he had done to you so far.

You sobbed into the kiss.

"What is it baby girl?" He cooed, fingers delicately pushing your hair away from your sweat covered forehead. "You want to come?"

You nodded frantically. Peter applied something to your lips, dissolving the webbing. He took a step back.

"Show me how much you want it"

You didn't need to be told twice, jumping from the table and falling to your knees in front of him. You made eye contact as you nuzzled his length, and saw his sharp intake of breath. You hid your smile at his little display of weakness, at the small crack of his façade of dominance.

"You know how to do this?"

You scoffed,

"I'm not a virgin!"

"I know you aren't" He cupped your face, and you twisted to capture his thumb into your mouth, "You truly aren't that innocent, are you?"

You shook your head no, releasing his digit with a pop.

"Show me how dirty you are baby girl"

A new challenging look shone in your eyes,

"As dirty as you dare to make me. Use me, Peter. Fuck my face, please"

Fuck.

He was hallucinating, he had to be. Years of watching porn, of daydreaming of you and the filthiest fantasies his brain could come up with hadn't prepared him for this, for the reality of you on your knees for him, asking him to…

Fuck!

He caressed your cheek, his other hand tangling on your hair, angling your head just so. Your lips fell open and he entered your mouth, far slower than he had entered you. He had to take it slow, otherwise he wasn't going to last, not with you still staring up at him, angelic doe eyes bright and big and adoring. He started rocking his hips, withdrawing only to surge back, a little deeper each time. You tried to suppress your gag reflex, but every time your throat constricted around him it only seemed to spur him on. Breathing was becoming hard and your eyes started to glisten with unshed tears.

"You look… so beautiful… choking on my cock" His words were strained, as you tried to massage his shaft with your tongue to the best of your abilities, drool dripping down your chin. "Prettiest little slut… ever"

You hummed, pleased, and the vibrations got him cursing out loud. He would have liked to enjoy that sinful mouth of yours longer, but he could feel the rise building again, and this time he didn't want to waste it. He had to come inside you, show you who you belonged to.

He slipped out and helped you stand, massaging your jaw and cheeks with his fingertips, before pulling you close for another earth shattering kiss. You melted into it, into him. The feeling of his clothed body against your naked skin got you reeling.

"Please" You gasped into his mouth, "Peter… please"

"God, baby girl, you beg so pretty!" He turned you around, bending you over the table. The cold metal felt delicious against your fevered skin. You felt him move behind you, flipping your skirt over your back, rolling your ruined panties down your thighs. Not being able to see him, not knowing what would come next, made it all the more exciting, your body trembling with anticipation.

His rough palms grazed your ass, grabbing handfuls of your globes, spreading them apart.

"Fuck, baby girl, you're pretty everywhere…"

One of his hands left you as he guided his cock between your folds. He felt even bigger like this, his girth stretching you in all the good ways. You were so wet that he had no problem building up a fast rhythm right away, his cock gliding in and out smoothly, your body offering no resistance as he laid it into you hard, taking hold of your bound hands for leverage, easily moving you to meet his implacable thrusts, fucking you mercilessly.

You bit your lips, trying to reign in your moans and sobs.

"Oh no, baby girl… let me hear you… let them hear you"

You were to lost in the pleasure he was inflicting upon you to be able to form a coherent question but he must have sense your confusion, because he explained,

"The cap has a crush on you... did you know that?.. He hates it… makes him feel like a dirty old man" He leaned over your back, to place a filthy lick up the side of your neck, his punishing pace never faltering, "What would he say if he saw you like this… covered in my cum, moaning like a slut, taking my cock… God you take me so well, baby girl" it was him the one moaning the end of his sentence out.

To his surprise, you giggled,

"Oh god… he would have a heart attack!"

"You don't- don't care?"

You started moving with him, fucking yourself back on his cock,

"Rather be your cockslut… than his princess"

Peter growled, and suddenly he was on your back, his weight pinning you down. If you thought he was fucking you hard before, it was nothing compared with the pistoning of his hips now, as one of his hands fisted in your hair, turning your head so he could attack your mouth with his, and the other slid underneath you, finding your clit, rubing it in quick short strokes, almost painfully. The heat became almost unbearable, the coil tightening fast, your toes curling. You couldn't breath, trapped as you were under the onslaught of his cock on your already abused pussy, filling you over and over, owning you.

"Yes! Like that, give it to me baby girl… I can feel you coming… who's the one that's making you come?"

"You!"

"Say my name" He demanded, lifting you from your feet under the power of his thrusts, "who's the only one who fucks you like this?"

"You are, Peter!" You cried as your orgasm exploded. But he didn't stop, couldn't stop, not when he could feel your walls starting to squeeze him again, thight, so thight stars were exploding behind his eyelids.

"Louder, scream for me, baby girl!"

It was too much, his cock impaling you so hard it knocked the air out of your lungs, the cruel pleasure setting every nerve ending on fire, his moans and groans in your ear as he used your body ruthlessly and unforgiving, the new climax crashing on you, stronger and more intense that the first one.

"PETER!" You heard yourself scream, felt his hot seed deep inside you… Right before the world went black.

…

The next morning, you woke up in a bed that wasn't yours, wrapped in arms that cradled you like you were something precious, and fragile, but for the first time, you didn't mind. You vaguely recalled the soft cotton of your ruined top cleaning the mess between your legs, Peter's bare chest as he dressed you in his own t-shirt to preserve your modesty. As he gathered you close, carrying you bridal style to his bedroom. But you did remember the hot bath, your back to his chest, nested between his legs, hands exploring, caressing, soothing marks and bruised spots.

And you remember the love making, the both of you insatiable now that you finally had the other in your arms. The tender promises exchanged in the sacred darkness before sunrise.

Needless to say, you were in a good mood, not even Tony sending knowing looks your way, and Steve, avoiding looking at you and Peter altogether could sour your mood. They didn't matter. Or rather, Steve didn't matter. He was in love with his own version of you, with this image he had created in his head and you weren't sorry to shatter it to pieces. Tony was Tony, and you knew he was happy for his protegee.

It wasn't until you got inside your own lab (if you could call that the half greenhouse, half library), that your mood was shaken.

"Master!" You froze in the doorway as you saw your mentor, leaning back casually against one of the tables, looking at something on his Starkpad, "You- you're back early! I thought the council was still-"

"Those old hags are still arguing with each other" He interrupted your anxious greeting, "I grew bored of them. But now I am thoroughly entertained"

You knew it was your turn to talk, to ask what was it he found so interesting. But your words died in your throat. Your hands started to sweat, and you dried them on the skirt of your pretty pink sundress. Peter had been very insistent: Only skirts and dresses from now on, he wanted you ready for him anywhere, anytime. You felt yourself heat up and tried to get a grip; this wasn't the place, nor the time for such thoughts.

Loki finally raised his gaze from the screen, blue eyes piercing through you.

"Tony asked me to take a look at this footage, find where you went wrong and correct you" he snorted, "As if I need his input in how to best train my apprentice…"

He motioned to you to come closer, playing the video again for you.

"Do you want to know what I found, my little enchantress?"

You didn't reply. You didn't have to, anyway. He didn't need it to continue.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Your work was flawless, as usual"

You dared a smile,

"Thank you, master"

He smiled back, amused, and you breathed in relief as you realized, he wasn't mad at you. He was pleased by you. "It does beg the question, why did your spell explode?"

Your smile turned into a smirk, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Because I wanted it to, of course"

He laughed, boisterous and loud and for a second, he reminded you of his brother. He was delighted, not because you had finally caught your little spider in a web of your own weaving, he couldn't care less about the boy. No, he was pleased that you had, at last, started following his advice, the one he had given you so long ago, one night you had come to him frustrated to tears, after the Avengers had refused yet again to take you into a mission with them, leaving you to paperwork and babysitting.

"I almost preferred it when they were afraid of me! At least back then they respected me…"

Loki had tsked,

"Oh, no, none of that! Always let them underestimate you, my little enchantress. Let them think you're the delicate flower in their garden, but be the serpent under it "

… And what a charming little serpent you were .

The end.

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Broken Promises - Isaiah Jesus | pt. 2

a/n: this is the second part to promises! i got carried away and some of it kinda drags on, so it’s like 12 pages 🤣 whoops

*gif not mine

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Two years into your relationship, Isaiah proposed to you in such a romantic way. Everything was perfect, your life was falling into place finally, and the wedding was extravagant. So why should you be worried about the future?

A few months following your wedding night, Polly confirmed that you were pregnant. You were so excited, the idea of having a child with the man you love and were so happy to spend the rest of your life with.

But, Isaiah wasn’t ready for some reason.

“Hey, how was work?” You ask as he steps inside your home, setting his things by the door.

“Stressful. But I’m happy to be home. Why did you meet with Polly when you came to visit?” He wonders. Your heart begins to race and a small smile spreads across your lips.

“I’m pregnant.” Within seconds, his expression drops and he steps away from you.

“What?” Your smile disappears and you try to move closer to him, but he continues moving back, his hands rubbing his face stressfully.

“I-I’m pregnant, Isaiah. Polly told me that she suspected something and confirmed it-”

“Well get rid of it.” You are surprised at his response.

“Excuse me? Why?”

“Because I’m not ready for kids yet!”

“We’ve been married for months now, I thought you wanted to have a family and everything.”

“Sometime in the future but not now! I can’t, I have to go.”

“Wh-where are you going?” You try reaching out for him but he stumbles away, shaking and struggling to get his coat.

“I just have to go.” With that, Isaiah is gone without a trace. You cry out and fall to the ground, your husband leaving you in the most vulnerable time.

“He just left?” Ada wonders, rubbing your back.

“Yeah. He said he couldn’t do it and he’s not ready for kids yet.”

“That’s crazy. You two have been together for a long time and you’re already married. What’s keeping him from wanting kids?”

“I don’t know. We talked about it on our wedding night and he seemed accepting and even excited about starting a family. He didn’t say anything else, like if he wanted to wait or if he wanted to start planning a time to try.”

“Finn,” Tommy directs his questioning to his youngest brother, who’s the closest to your husband. “Where did he go?”

“I have no idea. He came around to the betting shop asking for some snow and I gave him some and-”

“You gave him cocaine when he was super stressed out?!” Tommy shouts. Finn shies away and nods.

“I didn’t know he was stressed! He seemed normal. And I guess I was excited he was getting back into it because he stopped for a while.”

“Yeah. He stopped because of (Y/N). She hated him being high every single day and being violent.” Finn’s eyes widen and he looks at you, having no clue that was the problem.

“He hit you?” Sighing, you shake your head.

“No, but I honestly thought he would at some point,” you mumble. You haven't told anyone else in the family aside from Polly and Tommy, but Isaiah and cocaine were not a good mix one bit.

You remember he came home one night, trashed beyond belief, angry about something that happened at the betting shop. You tried chatting with him about his day, but he blew up. He began throwing things against the wall, shattering a mirror and getting glass everywhere. You were so scared that he would snap and throw something at you, that you left the house and ran to Polly.

When you were calm and Polly was ready to confront him, you, Tommy, and Polly went over to your place to find him slouched against the wall, a bloody hand and tears coating his cheeks. From that point, Tommy demanded he get clean, for his sake and for your sake.

Thankfully, he kept that promise until now, you are just finding out.

“Do you know where he ran off to?”

“No,” Finn shakes his head. “He just said he needed some snow then took off when he got it. Didn’t say a word.”

“Shit,” Tommy rubs his face, hearing a sob come from your mouth. “I knew he was going to hurt her at some point.”

“Someone has to go find him,” John announces.

“No,” you interrupt. “If he doesn’t want to be found, then don’t go and find him. I don’t want him to resent me for sending people to search for him.”

“(Y/N), he has to be here for your baby,” Ada says.

“I honestly don’t want him here if he doesn’t want to be.” Everyone remains quiet, knowing you don’t need anyone’s arguments.

“So, are you going to raise your child alone?” Arthur speaks up after a few minutes.

“I mean, I’m surrounded by family. I have all the help I need, right?” You realized you were taking a shot at assuming they would help you, but thankfully, they accept the idea.

“Of course, darling,” Polly happily says.

“You have the best family around, honestly,” Tomm grins. You smile and stand to give him a hug.

“I do. Thank you so much.”

“Anything for our littlest honorary sibling.”

As the months go by, Isaiah is still nowhere to be seen. No one has seen him around Small Heath, his own father has no clue where he’s at, and you received no letters or calls from him. So you assumed your marriage was over. He didn’t want to be with you anymore.

It was a sad, depressing thought, but you had to stay strong for your little one. You didn’t want to lose them too, so Polly advised you get Isaiah off your mind and focus on yourself. So that’s what you do.

“What do you think it is?” Ada asks you as she takes a seat on the couch next to you. John and Finn sit on the couch across from the two of you as Polly makes everyone tea.

“I think it’s a boy,” you smile, rubbing your protruding belly and kicking your feet up on the table.

“No, you’re having a girl,” Polly advises. “The way you’re carrying and how big you are, it’s most likely a girl.”

“Polly’s never wrong,” John states. “She predicted the sex of mine and Esme’s kids to the point where I just started accepting that she knows what she’s talking about.”

“And I do,” she says, stepping into the sitting room and handing everyone a cup. You thank her and sip it slowly.

“You really think it’s a girl?” You wonder with a small smile.

“I do. And she’s going to be as gorgeous as you.”

“I feel like she’ll have Isaiah’s eyes though,” you whisper. Everyone offers you a sad grin, knowing that you’re trying hard to forget him, but you can’t; you loved him too much.

The time has come, you were going into labor. Polly, Ada, and Esme had stayed with you while the men went to the betting shop, or the offices, wherever, to busy themselves and try to figure out how to find Isaiah.

“Good, just one more push and she should be here!” Polly encourages you. Labor had lasted longer than any of you expected, almost twenty hours of agonizing pain and contractions. It was nearing two in the morning and all of you were exhausted.

“Fucking shit!” You scream as you give one last push, then a feeling of relief washes over you and you can finally relax.

“She’s here,” Polly announces, holding your baby up for you to see. Through your tears, you smile and already notice she looks so much like her father.

“Let’s get both of you cleaned up. Esme, help (Y/N), Ada, come help me.” The two women do as they are told, Esme talking to you quietly as she finishes changing the sheets underneath you and helps you get comfortable.

“Have you got a name?” Polly questions, handing you your clean, newborn daughter, swaddled in a blanket.

“I was thinking Eden. Isaiah and I had so many talks about how he wants to keep the Biblical names in the family, so John and I sat down and went through names together. Eden is very beautiful.”

“It fits her perfectly. We’ll give you some time alone. Just call if you need anything. I’ll be up, but I’m sending Ada and Esme to bed.”

“Thank you, Poll. Seriously, I don’t think I would have been able to get through this without you and the others.” She smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead before doing the same with your baby.

“It’s my job to take care of family, darling.” With that, she leaves the room quietly and you stare down at your newborn daughter.

“Your dad may not be here, but we can do this on our own. Well, not totally on our own. We have the Shelby’s, and they’re amazing. And they’re going to be so happy to have another little one in the family.” She gurgles and stirs in your arms before settling back down. Her eyes open slowly and gaze up at you.

“Well hello. You really do have your daddy’s eyes, huh?”

You were in the middle of telling her how you and Isaiah met when the door suddenly opened. Polly argues as Isaiah stumbles in, eyes red and filled with sadness.

“Isaiah,” you whisper, your eyes landing on him for the first time in almost eight months.

“Maybe you should wait tomorrow. (Y/N)’s exhausted and needs the rest,” Polly says. He just shakes his head and continues to stare at you and Eden.

“I need to make things right this moment.” Polly looks at you with a questioning look. You nod in response, silently telling her that it’s okay for him to stay.

“Is it a boy or girl?” He asks once the door is shut. You know Polly didn’t really leave; she’s waiting right outside in case things go south.

“Girl. Eden.” His expression softens at the fact that you kept to wish of keeping tradition.

“Can I?” He hesitantly asks to take a seat next to you on the bed. Nodding, you shift a little to the right so he has space, but he stops you.

“No, it’s okay. Don’t move. I don’t want you hurting yourself or stressing your body out anymore.”

“I’m fine.” You stare down at your daughter, feeling the awkward tension between the two of you.

“What made you come back?” You ask. You hadn’t met his eyes again, worried that you would break and fall back into his arms instead of staying strong.

“I got a letter from my dad. He told me that you were close to going into labor and that they would be here any day. I knew I had to come back and make things right.”

“It took you nine fucking months to come back, huh?” Isaiah sighs, knowing this conversation was bound to happen.

“I was terrified, love.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sorry. I knew I wanted to have kids with you, there was no doubt in my mind. But I wasn’t expecting it to happen within months of our wedding. I was hoping to plan out a time where we could try and have everything ready by the time we needed it.”

“Well, you never expressed that to me. You didn’t even stay and talk it out. You just up and left after telling me to get rid of it.” He nods and keeps his head down, bowed in shame.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, tears evident in his eyes. “I should have stayed and been there for you. Instead, I was a coward and ran from the most important thing to me, throwing my sobriety away because I was terrified of being a father so quickly after being married and not having any time to prepare.”

“You would have been an amazing father, Isaiah. I don’t understand why you were so scared. Or are so scared.”

“I...I saw what it did to my mum. I was scared that it would happen to you. That’s why I told you to get rid of it.”

“You never told me this.” He shrugs and messes with his cap in his hands.

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“You did a lot worse leaving with no explanation.” Silence falls between you two as Isaiah finally looks down at his daughter.

“She’s so beautiful. Looks exactly like you.” You smile softly and caress her cheek with your fingertip as lightly as ever.

“She’s perfect. But she has your eyes.” You notice he’s itching to reach forward and do the same as you are doing, so you sit up a bit.

“Would you…?” You offer, shocking him just a little. He came back, fully expecting you to tell him off and say you never wanted to see him again. So the fact that you’re offering to let him hold her was a big surprise.

He holds his arms out as you place her into his grip. She moves around, trying to readjust to the new hold, but settles down and curls up in his arms. Right away, you see the tears streaming down Isaiah’s cheeks. This is the moment he’s been waiting for his entire life, and he missed it because he was an idiot.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe this is real,” he mumbles, trying to wipe his cheeks. Seeing his struggle, you lean doward and wipe them away for him. He thanks you quietly and goes back to staring down at his daughter.

“So, are you going to run off again? Did you just come back to see if she was actually born?” You wonder.

“I came back to make things right, like I said. I was stupid, I know. I wasn’t ready and instead of talking about it like an adult, I ran off and got high. My mind kept telling me I wasn’t ready, but I am. Seeing you and holding her right now, I have no idea why I left. It was a dumb choice and I’m hoping I can make it up to you. For a start, I’ll take care of her alone for an entire month.”

“Okay,” you chuckle, “that’s a bit excessive. How about, you help out here equally and give Ada, Esme, and Polly a rest?” He nods and smiles widely.

“Does that mean you forgive me?”

“Not exactly forgive you yet. But if you can prove you one hundred percent want this and will provide for us, I’ll forgive you. It’ll take time, but I’m willing to go through with it if you are.”

“I am. I’m ready to prove that I still want to be with you and I want to raise our daughter together.”

“Good. Now, please go get Polly to take Eden because I need some rest.”

“Sure. Do you want me to come back here or should I stay on the couch?” Thinking for a moment, you saw the regret in his eyes and the way he held Eden with such care and in a very nurturing way, you wanted nothing more than to spend time with him again.

“You can come back here.” With that, he gets up to go give your daughter to Polly. Sure enough, she was waiting on the other side, having listened in most likely, and takes the baby, bidding you two goodnight. Isaiah strips quickly before crawling into bed beside you.

You click the light off and curl into his warm body, humming in content at the missed feeling.

“I really wish you were here during my pregnancy. There were so many nights that I longed for your arms around me, telling me everything would be okay when I had doubts about it all.” Isaiah’s arms tighten around you and he presses gentle kisses to your forehead.

“I promise to be here for the next one, yeah? And I definitely promise to be here for Eden.”

“You broke your promise last time.” He knows exactly what you’re referring to; he promised not to hurt you in any way when you two finally announced your relationship to your family. But he had already gone and done that. So what made you so sure he would keep this promise.

“I was a dumb, twenty-one year old, in my first real relationship ever. Now, I’m almost twenty-four and married to the most understanding and beautiful woman in the world. You have my word.”

“But you left me only nine months ago?”

“I know, I know. It may be hard to trust me again, but during those nine months, I did a lot of thinking. And I can assure you that I want to be with you and I want you in my life. I love you so damn much and not a day went by that I didn’t think of you.”

His little speech made you tear up and give in. You missed him so much that the thought of having him back overcame your rising anger for him leaving. Within seconds, you were sobbing loudly into his chest as he consoled you.

“Shh, I’m here to stay, yeah? I’m going to give you and Eden the best lives that I can.”

“Promise?” He kisses your forehead again and holds you even tighter to his body.

“I promise with all my heart, my love.”

#isaiah jesus #isaiah jesus imagines #isaiah jesus imagine #isaiah jesus x reader #jordan bolger #peaky blinders #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

[vogue1994]

The club - Choi Yeonjun

Summary: reader is 18, Yeonjun is 20, both are legal. Reader goes to a club and meets Yeonjun, some making out, fluff, little bit of angst? Swearing. Yeonjun is a college student, who decides to shadow a highschool history teacher... y/n is a senior in highschool.

I spent time with my cousin Alana often, but ever since she moved to the city it was hard. So I decided to visit for a bit, a much needed fix we both needed.

' Let's go to the club!' Alana excitedly suggested making y/n furrow her eyebrows.

'Alana... I'm not twenty one..'

'The clubs I go to DONT need you to be twenty one! You just need to be eighteen, and only twenty one to drink.'

Alana was 20, with a fake ID of course, in order to buy alcohol, but me on the other hand, I'm only 18, don't get me wrong though I love going out and having fun.

I rarely do.

So an opportunity like this? I wasn't going to say no.

After all I was sleeping over.

So I just went with it. Next thing I knew Alana was raiding her closet trying to find me something cute to wear. She ended up coming out with a corset top, black pants, and black heels for me.

I wore it and I felt cute, I won't lie, she let me pair it up with a denim jacket and did my makeup for me, plus hair.

Once done I looked like a different person.

Somehow my innocence still leaked through the mask of the new person I was now wearing.

Alana finished getting ready her self and we both left off to the club!

Fun right?

Right?

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Monday.

I hate mondays.

I seriously hate mondays.

I hate highschool, I hate being in highschool, I hate being tired as hell because I don't follow my sleep schedule, and I hate studying for hours on end.

But.

Here I am.

In my government history class, waiting for the teacher to come in and start the lesson.

Yet nothing? No teacher, a class full of students yes, but no teacher..

Great... I groaned softly and put my phone down, next thing I knew the teacher walked in with another stude-

That's not a student-

Oh fuck.

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I was having fun, dancing with my cousin, watching her flirt with guys and cheering her on.

I only took one or two shots.

Nothing more.

Trust me, every decision made was made soberly.

Which made this worse.

A handsome, tall, and young man walked up to our booth.

'Hey! What's your name?' He asked me, catching me off guard as I assumed he'd come up and talk to Alana, after all she's the more attractive one..

'I- me?!' I yelled over the music, pointing at my self.

He just smirked and laughed a little.

'Yes you! What's your name beautiful?' The black haired boy with honey like eyes asked me.

'Uh- my names Y/n! What's yours?!' I asked back enthusiastically, he clearly seemed excited to answer back.

'Yeonjun! Choi, Yeonjun! Can I sit with you?!' He asked, still yelling over the music.

I quickly nodded yes. Of course he can sit with me. He's cute and I haven't had any male attention in 2 years, and farthest I've gone was a quick kiss on the lips.

That was until the next thing I knew I was in the alley way making out with Yeonjun. My hands raking through his long black hair, lips feeling the warmth of his, teeth practically clashing as we harshly made out. Moans and groans coming from us both. His hands around my waist pulling me as close as possible to him, closer than one could even think was possible. I felt euphoric, I'd never experienced anything like it.

Unfortunately our session was cut short as I felt a hand clumsily grab me.

'Y- y/n!! Oh my god were you making out with this guy?! He's cute! Hi I'm Alana! Y/n! We have to go homeeee! I'm drunk a-and you're not! We have to go now!! Y-you don't know the way, only I-I do!' Alana drunkenly explained to me as I nodded my head. She somehow already got a cab for us?

'Y/n-' Yeonjun said but before I could reply Alana made the taxi driver move and I couldn't see Yeonjun anymore.

'Alana!' I complained, realizing it no longer mattered because she was passed out next to me.

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Oh my God-

YEONJUN.

Yeonjun was right next to my teacher? I thought he was a college student why is he here?

My eyes widened as I stared at him, and clearly every other girl in the room was staring at him the same way I was.

Even the girls who were mean to me for the past four years were staring at him hungrily. As if he was prey or something...

'Oh my god who's that!'

'He's so hot..'

'Woah he's insanely hot.'

Whispers fled from the girls' mouths and ugh's left from the boys' along with a few 'I look better than him.'

Once Yeonjun turned around he looked around the room, and I'm assuming he noticed me. Because a large smirk appeared on his face, making me roll my eyes.

'Y/n!' He whisper yelled making my breath hitch and my eyes grow wide again.

He gently waved at me.

I waved back as all of the girls immediately turned to me with disgusted looks on their faces.

'Does he know you..?' One of my friends whispered.

I gulped.

'Uh..'

I couldn't answer. I just gave my friend a dumbfounded look.

She just shrugged it off as class began.

'Students! This is Choi Yeonjun, he is a college student, he's going to be shadowing me for today, and if it goes well, maybe the next two months! So please give a warm welcome to Mr. Choi!'

'Hi Mr. Choi!' Some of the girls excitedly said.

'Ladies.' He smiled back. Making me roll my eyes so far back into my head. Annoyed with his act of friendliness.

As class continued we were given an assignment, and the whole room was quiet once again.

With in a moment as I kept my eyes on my paper I noticed someone sit right in front of me, facing me. I looked up to see Yeonjun.

'Hey.' He softly said.

'Hi.' I whispered back.

'Can we talk outside?' He asked a little loudly making a few people turn their heads.

'Okay... Sure.' I whispered back, we both got up and went out the door.

Yeonjun somehow told the teacher he just needed to 'interview' me cause that was part of his assignment for shadowing a teacher, interviewing students.

'You look so pretty today, angel.' He said as soon as he closed the door behind him, making me blush a deep red.

'I- thank you-' i shyly whispered, trying to cover my face due to the blush.

He couldn't help but lightly laugh.

'You're cousin drunkingly pulled you away from me the other night...' he started as he moved my hands from my face, putting his index finger under my chin forcing me to look up at him.

'She pulled you away so fast I wasn't able to get your number, I was so upset I thought I'd never see you again. I didn't know you were a highschool student though... you are eighteen right?'

'Yes of course Yeonjun! Gosh you can check with my teachers, I wouldn't lie to you... we're only two years apart in age. I swear.'

'Good, just making sure sweetheart.'

Gosh these pet names..?! Does he know the type of effect they have on me? I thought as another blush appeared across my face.

'You're so cute when you blush Y/n.'

I couldn't say anything other than softly smile as I felt like I was melting under his touch and he knew it.

'What are you two doing?' The teacher said as Yeonjun quickly moved his hand away. Making us both turn our heads toward our teacher.

'Oh I had a cut under my chin and Yeonjun checked for me while we were talking about the assignment, I wasn't getting it and he was trying to help explain it to me!'

'Y/n, Mr. Choi, I know you're lying, but I really don't care, just come back inside before another teacher actually does care.'

Thank God Mr. Young was actually pretty cool? Even though he could see straight through my bullshit.

'Really? You had a cut under your chin? That was the best you could come up with?' Yeonjun playfully asked in front of Mr. Young.

'Shut up Choi!' I whisper yelled and lightly smacked his chest.

'Mr. Young she hit me!' Yeonjun joked making me scoff.

'I didn't see anything.' He joked back, again thank God Mr. Young was a cool teacher.

'Alright get back inside.'

And we both did. I sat down and finished my assignment at least twenty minutes before the bell, the classroom was still silent.

'Y/n!' Mr. Young exclaimed.

'Yes?'

'What period do you have after this one?'

'It'll be my lunch period.' I explained.

'Okay I need you to stay after class and help Mr. Choi with something.'

'Me?' I asked.

Mr. Young rolled his eyes and Yeonjun smirked.

'Was I talking to anyone else?' Mr. Young shot back.

This man and his sarcasm...

'Why does she get to stay with Mr. Choi!' Aisha exclaimed, one of the pretty, popular, rude and rather annoying girls in our class.

'Cause Y/n actually does her work and does it well unlike you Aisha.'

'BURNNN!' One of the boys yelled.

Aisha gave me a look as if I was the one who said something.

The bell finally rang and I walked up to Yeonjun, but before I could reach him a flock of girls already did.

So I stood back for a moment, realizing that it doesn't matter if Yeonjun likes me... all these other girls do.

In the end, he'll definitely end up picking them over me. I may as well save my self the future heartbreak and just go right?

Right?

Right.

I got my bag and just left the room but as I was only a couple steps out of the door I felt a large hand grab me.

I turned around to see Yeonjun, slightly upset, but he seemed more hurt than mad.

'I asked you to stay after class Y/n.' He sternly said. Pulling me back into the class, not giving me a chance to explain why I left.

As soon as we got back in he gave every girl in the room a cold stare, and Mr. Young practically shoo'ed them out of the classroom.

'Wh-what did you n-need help on-' I tried saying but kept stuttering over my words. I was a flustered and a nervous mess, it's just how I was around Yeonjun, as if his tongue wasn't down my throat two nights ago.

'I need you to put your phone number in this phone,' he said as I did so.

'And then I need you to agree to go on a date with me this Friday.' Making me shoot my head up. I looked at him with soft eyes.

'Oh.'

'Oh?' He mocked, trying to get something more out of me.

'I mean! Yes! Yes I'll go on a date with you..' I quietly said.

'Good, I'll see you then, angel. And I'll text you the details, or we could just talk about it tomorrow in class.' He teased with a wink. A flustered smile came upon my face.

'Now go to lunch.' I nodded my head softly and as I turned around he grabbed my hand.

'Wait-' he said and before I knew it he gave me a peck on the lips. The only person to catch it was Mr. Young.

'You guys are gross! Ew!' He sarcastically said, making Yeonjun laugh as i tired to process what just happened.

'Go to lunch, quick!' Yeonjun told me, shooing me away playfully.

'Okay bye Yeonjun.' I said with a smile and a small wave.

He waved back as well with a large smile.

Luckily that was not the last time I saw Choi Yeonjun.

#choi yeonjun angst #choi yeonjun fluff #choi yeonjun #txt fluff #txt angst #yeonjun cute

[frauleinjustice]

Birthday Present for Ray: Oumota!!

A BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR MY CATTO RAY @detectiveseapancake !!! 🎉 🍰 I wanted to surprise him with some oumota fluff this time~! I hope that you will love it lots and enjoy it once u read it Ray, and that it can make for a great gift for you!

Summary: Kaito was egged on by Kokichi, as per usual; this time, to brave through a horror movie as they have an impromptu sleepover over at Kaito’s dorm room. Of course, Kaito still screamed his lungs out, which made for very entertaining reactions for the surpeme leader to see. After teasing him about it, Kaito starts chasing Kokichi around the room, which leads to him glomping the boy down on the bed, and, from there: soft, intimate moments between the two, as they secretly harbor feelings for one another...

So yeah, I wanted to go for something silly, but soft and cute! And to try my hand at writing some oumota cause I don’t believe I have before, nor as Kaito at least as like... one of the main characters in a one-shot: so this was honestly really fun to write and that it’ll put a smile on your face, Ray! You always deserve to have one... ilu~!  and once more, I hope you’ll enjoy... ❤️ and if anyone else gives this a read, thank you! May you enjoy, too!!

A sleepover with Kokichi, watching a horror movie: never the sequence of events Kaito Momota expected. Earlier that day, Kokichi had been egging him on, teasing him about the fact that he ‘wouldn’t have the balls’ to sit through a horror movie in its entirety. Kaito, being the very hardheaded man that he is, took the bait as always, accepted his challenge. Granted, the ‘sleepover’ part was slyly slipped in by Kokichi, who practically invited himself to stay over in Kaito’s dorm room for the night. Kaito let it slide, though: since he oddly... didn’t mind the thought of Kokichi spending the night over in his dorm room; but he still regretted the stupid decision to watch a horror movie, though. ‘It’s said to be so scary, you’ll want to sleep with the light on for days!!!’ So declared the supreme leader, though Kaito hopes to god he was just lying.

Now here he was, trying not to look as distressed as he is as Kokichi starts setting up the DVD player. He had even brought snacks, popcorn, and drinks to Kaito’s room once he arrived. He had already arrived in his pajamas, which was a simple loose white t shirt and checkerboard pajama pants. His hair looked messier as usual... and while Kaito did tease that he looks more like a disheveled rat... he’d never admit that, for a second... he found him kind of cute. Kaito himself was wearing a NASA tank shirt with black loungepants. His hair wasn’t even up in his usual style, wearing it down. It wasn’t often Kokichi had seen it like that. He teased in turn that Kaito looked like a nerd, but: he thinks he actually looks really attractive with his hair down, too. But just like Kaito: Kokichi would die before he’d ever admit that.

“It’s starting, Momota-chaaan...”  Ominously muses Kokichi with a sneery smile, a finger up to his lips. “And like I told you before; if you even think of trying to fly out of this room... I’ll strap you to a chair and torture you!” Which was clearly a lie, but he really wouldn’t allow Kaito to chicken out.

Clicking his tongue, Kaito rests his arms on the back of his head while his back leans against  the side of his bed. “Whatever. I told you I’m not gonna do that! No stupid horror movie can faze the luminary of the stars!” Which he wish he could’ve said with more confidence, if not for the slight hesitation in his voice giving it away. Even if it was obvious as day to literally everyone, Kaito still refuses to admit how terrified he is of paranormal things. He just hopes he seriously won’t have the urge to fly out of the room, or he’d never be able to live it down.

“Yeahhh, whatever you say.” Once the movie began, the two grew silent. The beginning of the movie starts off normal, nothing bad or eventful happening quite yet. Even then, Kaito couldn’t say he was exactly relaxed: he’s just anticipating the moment where things go south real fast. And unfortunately for him: barely 30 minutes into the movie and things were already starting to get much more creepier and ominous. A lightly shaking hand goes to shovel more popcorn into his mouth, bracing himself for what he’s sure will be an eventual jumpscare any moment. As he was snacking on his konpeito and sipping his panta, Kokichi occasionally glanced over at him to read his expressions, snickering to himself. He just knows he’s going to get some very great and funny ones. In fact, he slowly brings wriggling fingers closer to Kaito’s waist, the unsuspecting man not even paying attention to him as he was so focused on mentally preparing himself to get scared. One his hands were close enough, Kokichi firmly clasps his sides while yelling out a sharp: “HAH!!”

“GGHGHKK-?!” Kaito jumped so badly in his spot that some of the popcorn flew out of the bucket, most of it hitting the floor. "Wh-What?! Wh-OUMA!" Snarling, he slams the popcorn bucket down on the table. "Don't fucking DO that, you little cu-" But seconds later, the actual jumpscare in the movie happens, the face of a scary looking ghost suddenly popping onto the screen with a screeching wail. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

"PFFTT, hahaha!!!" Kokichi starts bursting out laughing, nearly choking on his panta as he had to quickly stop drinking it. "H-Heheh, aww, did the Big Cweepy Ghost scaaare you, Momo-cha-HURK!" His wheezing laughter was cut off by bigger arms suddenly wrapping around his waist and squeezing the smaller boy tightly, nearly squeezing the oxygen out of him. "M-Momota....cha..?!"

"IT'S THE SPIRIT OF THE VENGEFUL LITTLE GIIIIIIRL!!!" And squeezes Kokichi even tighter, not even noticing he had grabbed him yet.

A choked gasp, he starts trying to pull Kaito off of him, wheezing out: LET ME GO, YOU IDIOT!"

"Ah-" Now realizing he had been clinging onto Kokichi. He instantly lets go of him, huffing as he rubs the back of his head an embarrassed blush on his face. "S...Sorry..."

"Geez..." Huffs Kokichi with a childish pout. He quickly darts his face away to hide the light tinge of pink on it. While he didn't appreciate having his lungs practically squeezed out; the fact that Kaito would instinctively cling onto even him, made him oddly happy inside... As the movie progressed, Kaito tried to endure the scarier scenes, sometimes being able to stifle a scream, but most of the time still screaming his lungs out. He had Kokichi continue to laugh so hard, tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, albeit at the cost of being clung onto very tightly at times. "Nishishi, Momo-chan looks like he's gonna pee his pants!"

"N-No I'm fucking NOT-GYAAAAAAH!!" A jumpscare from a creepy haunted doll made him cup Kokichi's hand, squeezing it very tightly. "That laugh is so damn creepy!!!"

Kokichi winced a bit from how tightly he squeezed his hand, chortling as an amused smile widened on his face. "Aww, does Momota-chan want me to protect hiiim~?"

Giving a flustered grumble, Kaito instantly snatches his hand away. "G-Go fuck yourself!!"

"Fuck me yourself, coward!"

"Shut upppp!!"

 Despite the several near heart attacks he had, Kaito surprisingly made no attempts to fly out of the room. It honestly impressed Kokichi, who was highly expecting him to do so at some point. Funny as it would’ve been to see him do so... he admittedly would’ve been disappointed. The dare he gave Kaito aside... he really did want to have a sleepover with him. Something about Kaito truly just interested the supreme leader. While he still did find him a big, loud idiot a lot of the time; he was so fun to tease, and always went along with Kokichi’s antics, even if it because he was easily egged on most of the time. When they have their petty arguments, Kaito’s chasing him down a hall or even the rare times they actually just talk casually without being at each other’s throats: Kokichi finds it fun. Maybe that’s why he found himself being drawn to Kaito, wanting to find excuses to spend alone time with him. The astronaut made him giddy in a way most others couldn’t.

Eventually, the movie finally comes to an end. Kokichi starts applauding as if it was the best movie he’s ever seen. “Hooraaay! What a great movie that was! Simply moving! Right, Momota-chan?”

“Uuuuugghghhhhhhhhh.....” Meanwhile, Kaito looks as pale as the ghosts in the film, slumped against the edge of the bed with a grim look on his face. It was a shock to even himself that he didn’t damage all his vocal chords from how much he screamed, now even more grateful Kokichi was going to sleep over tonight: there was no way he’d be able to get some sleep otherwise... though the fact Kokichi being here with him eases his paranoia a bit, was honestly embarrassing. “Simply moving”, my ass...” He groans, voice sounding noticeably hoarse. “But h.....ha! Didn’t I tell you? I wasn’t going to run out of the room: that movie was nothing! I only pretended to be as “scared” as I actually was-WASN’T!” He quickly ‘corrects’ himself as he points a finger at Kokichi in declaration.

“...............”

“D-Don’t look at me like that! I still won the damn challenge, didn’t I?!”

“Mmmn... I guess so. How boring... I was so waiting for you to fly out of that door, so I could torture you..” He sighs, looking so dissatisfied.. until a smile instantly lights back up on his face. “But that’s a lie! I truly would have been disappointed if you did run out the room. I guess even Momota-chan can break my expectations every once in a while, hmm?”

“Heh... is that so? Are you finally admitting that you find me cool?” Quips Kaito with a playfully arrogant smirk on his face as he throws his arm around Kokichi’s shoulders. “You always talking shit, thinking you alllways have me figured out... but I’m not as easy as you think I am! Try harder next time.”

Kokichi was actually stunned for a moment. Kaito, who usually just gets irritated with him: looked not only amused by what he said, but even had the nerve to playfully tease him back with that cocky smirk on his face. “Wh... h-hmph!! Momo-chan’s getting awfully cocky, isn’t he?!” He huffs, balling his fists as a notable blush creeps onto his cheeks. “Geez! After I actually bothered to say something nice about you for once.”

"Heheh...” Kaito noticed the blush on Kokichi’s face this time: cute, he thinks to himself. It felt nice to be the one to tease the other for once, when it was usually the other way around. Kaito didn’t know why he suddenly found himself wanting to do that more often: to seep reactions out of the supreme leader that he normally doesn’t show. Just like how Kokichi found himself having fun with Kaito... deep down, Kaito felt the same with the supreme leader. While he still found him to be an ‘irritating little shit’.... it was starting to be a fond way, now.

Wanting to wipe that smirk off Kaito’s face, and to hide his own flustered one: Kokichi suddenly snakes his hands into Kaito’s shirt to lightly tickle his sides. “Coochy coooo~!”

“H-Heheeeek-?!” Kaito jumps from the ticklish feel of fingers dancing along his bare skin. He instantly clasps a hand over his mouth as he scurries away from the boy, cheeks red in embarrassment from the noise he emitted. “Y-You motherfu-!”

“Nishishi! Ehhh, what did I dooo? What a cute noise you made just now, Momo-chan~!” He giggles, being finding himself suddenly dodging a pillow that was thrown at him. “Oop! Haha, missed meeee!”

“You little-!!” And with that, Kaito started to chase Kokichi around the room, the shorter boy laughing heartily as he avoids being grabbed by the other at each attempt.

“Catch me, catch meee~!”

“I’ll get ya, Ouma!!” And yet; Kaito wasn’t even trying to hide the smile that widens on his face, looking as if he’s having the time of his life trying to chase the boy down in the small room. Unlike when he usually chased him, it was completely in a playful sense, finding himself laughing along with Kokichi as he tried reaching for the boy. Kokichi had even jumped on top of the bed, making mocking expressions at Kaito as he taunts him.

“Over here, over here~!” And just as he was about to hop right off the bed when Kaito came closer-”Ah-!” Kokichi lost his balance, landing on his butt on the bed.

“Gotcha-!” Kaito took that perfect opportunity to literally lunge at and pin the boy down onto the bed. While he made sure not to grip his wrists too tightly, he still had a slightly firm hold on him as he smirks down at the boy triumphantly. “Hah! You were saying, Ouma?”

“..............” But instead of pouting, whining, or acting like a sore loser: Kokichi just.... stares up at him wide-eyed. Here he was, pinned down to the bed by Kaito. Purple eyes looking up at similar purple ones, faces close to each other. “Ahh....”

“?” Oblivious to his unusually quiet reaction, Kaito’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as he tilts his head. “...What? What’s with up with y...ah.” But once he registers the position that they are in, now he understands. “U...Uhhh....”

“M....M-Momo-chan....” Cheeks turn a dark shade of red as he feels unable to look away from the boy, eyes half-lidded. He purses his lips, feeling his heart pounding hard in his chest. "A-Are you gonna... lean down and kiss me, now? Like in those cheesy shoujo mangas...? A-Ahh, I’m not mentally prepared...” He whines, shyly darting his eyes away. And just as it looks as if he was being serious... “...SIIIIIIIIIIIKE!” A shit-eating grin instantly widens on his face, cackling as he looks back at him. “How was my ‘hopeless romantic shoujo girl’ impression, hmm? Did you fall for it, did you fall for it?!”

“Wha-wha.....wh....” Kaito’s own heart was pounding at the major shift of the mood so quickly. Thinking that Kokichi was being serious for a moment- “...Huh.” And then just stares at him when he pulled that ‘it was a joke!’ card at the last minute. “.....A....A-As if.....” Clenching his teeth, now his face was really red as he instantly flies off of the boy, crossing his arms as he turns his head away. “A-As if anyone w-w-would wanna kiss YOU! O-Of course I wasn’t going to do that!!!”

“Nishishi...~!” Despite his little act, the blush on his face was certainly real. And the rapid pounding of his heart at that very moment, too. “Mmnn that’s because Momota-chan wouldn’t dare kiss me.”

“Huh?!” Kaito instantly looks back his way, balling his fist as he retaliates: “You callin’ me a coward?! I so could if I wanted to!”

“Ohhh?” A sharp inhale, Kokichi dares to say: “Then do it: I dare you.”

“.....!” Kaito Momota was one who was very easily baited into doing dares whenever he felt himself being mocked or taunted; but even he’d have more than enough common sense than to do something as intimate as kissing someone just because they egged him on. If he didn’t like the person or straight up would not feel comfortable or okay with kissing them, he’d refuse to do so, not caring if it’d seemed he was ‘chickening out.’ And yet, with Kokichi... he didn’t want to say ‘no.’ In a way, it was as if he wanted to use stubborn tendencies as an excuse to not back down. Why was that, he wonders...? Or maybe the answer wasn’t an confusing as he likes to think it is. Gulping, Kaito finally gives him a response... in the form of a confident nod. “F-Fine. I’ll show you that Kaito Momota ain’t no chicken!”

“.....” For a second, genuine surprise showed on Kokichi’s face. He absolutely did not expect Kaito to actually go through with it. Was it only because he dared him? Would Kaito do this with just anyone if they taunted him like Kokichi did? He didn’t want to think about that, burying the self-doubt that he may not be a special exception. No, he wanted to think he was: that only he would be someone Kaito was willing to kiss. “...Well?” Smiling, Kokichi crawls closer to him. “I’m waitiiiing~!”

Despite agreeing to do this, Kaito honestly couldn’t believe this was actually happening. One moment, they were watching a moment together; and now, he was about to kiss the supreme leader. For some reason, an unfamiliar kind of nervousness started to bubble up in him. Why was he so nervous, he thinks to himself. It’s just a kiss! Just give him one kiss and it’s over with: but he wasn’t thinking like that. Rather... he didn’t want to mess this up. Didn’t want to give him a half-assed kiss, as it’d have no feeling to it. Quickly shaking his head of such ‘sappy’ thoughts, a hand slowly goes to cup the other’s chin. “Y...You’re gonna get a kiss from the Luminary of the Stars, himself! You’d better feel lucky!” He declares, trying to joke around to hopefully shake off some of the nervousness and rapid pounding of his heart.

His heart thumps hard in his chest when Kaito cups his chin like that. He’s almost happy he made that ridiculous declaration, chortling to help distract himself from how nervous he was. “Whatever you say, Momota-chan. Now come onnn....” He impatiently whines as he closes his eyes. “Do it alreadyyyy....”

“Alright, alright...” Taking a deep exhale, Kaito starts to lean his face in more. Wriggling lips are forced to keep steady as their faces become closer and closer. He can hear the soft breathing of the other, their bangs brushing against each other’s. With lips so close, they are barely brushing together... if he leans in any closer, their lips will surely meet. Kokichi could also feel just how much closer Kaito was, stifling a muffled whine. Any minute, their lips were going to meet. He was going to be kissed by Kaito... the already lack of patience was making the anticipation kill him, almost tempted to whine to him again to hurry up... until he finally feels lips softly press against his.

“Mmn...” Kokichi feels his heart flutter in his chest, slowly processing this very moment. He jokingly expected a rough or sloppy kiss, considering it was Kaito; and yet, it felt so soft, so gentle... as if Kaito wanted to make sure he was careful. A quiet hum vibrating through him, Kokichi already found himself indulging in the nice feeling of his lips, pressing his own against Kaito’s more firmly, ever so slightly.

Kaito also found himself loving the feeling of Kokichi’s soft lips... the hand he was using to cup Kokichi’s chin, he finds himself stroking it gently with his thumb. He felt Kokichi press his lips firmer against his, making a quiet sigh leave him as he dares to do the same. Even if he did this under the excuse of being ‘dared’ to... he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to kiss him for as long as he could before it would have to end. And once it did, when he eventually has to pull away so they could breathe... their heated faces are still so close.

“M...Momo-chan...” His voice is barely above a whisper. As much as he wanted to tease him about the fact that he definitely used this dare as an excuse to kiss him... right now, he just wanted to indulge in that feeling again. So before he knew it, arms would go to link around Kaito’s neck as he nestles himself in his lap. Nuzzling their foreheads together, he utters: “....One more...”

Maybe it was the heat of the moment; or maybe it was the boy not caring to deny how badly he truly was crushing on the supreme leader, with the other secretly returning those feelings... that Kaito doesn’t have to think twice about it. Arms going to immediately wrap around the smaller boy’s waist, he nods and gives a simple: “Yeah...” Before he leans in once more, Kokichi meeting him halfway as they close the distance in a kiss. One that’s still soft, but even firmer as they both quickly deepen it. Soft sighs and hums emit from them, Kokichi occasionally giving Kaito’s lips quick pecks in between the kiss. It makes a low, content hum seep from Kaito, who presses deeper and slower pecks to Kokichi’s lips in turn.

And even once that kiss is over, they still did not want to stop: but they did need to catch their breath, and the thought of their kisses growing even more passionate was a bit much for them to handle right now, when their hearts already felt like they could burst out of their chests. So simply giving each one last quick peck, they break away from the kisses for good. “N...Nishishi....” He breathes out a soft giggle in between pants. “Momo-chan’s.... not so bad to kiss. And that isn’t a lie...”

“Y...Y-Yeah, well: you’re not so bad yourself, Ouma...” He also utters in between deep pants. His face felt like it was on fire, only having a bit of solace when seeing how deeply red Kokichi’s own face was. “Can’t believe I really just... fucking kissed you because you taunted me. And that... I wanted to do it again: on my own will. U-Ugh....just saying this is embarrassing...”  

“Hehehe.... Momo-chan’s such a sap...” Though he doesn’t say it in a mocking tone; rather a fond one as he suddenly leans back real far, so that he brings Kaito down with him as they’re now plopped down on the bed.

“Who you callin’ a sap-oh...!” He let out a small yelp in surprise when Kokichi brings them both down, rolling his eyes with a chortle as he wildly ruffles his hair. “Lil shit...” He playfully quips with just as much fondness in his tone, giving Kokichi a warm smile: one that held a special kind of warmth he normally doesn’t give others.

Giggling at the hair ruffles and his playful remark, Kokichi gives Kaito a beaming smile in return. “Momo-chan~!” Oh how he adored that smile... and his beloved astronaut. He rolls right into Kaito’s arms, smaller arms wrapping Kaito as he buries his face into his chest.

“Woah!” He blinks in surprise from the sudden cuddly embrace, trying to stifle a chuckle when feeling Kokichi nuzzle his face into his chest. “You havin’ fun down there?” Not that Kaito minds this at all, surprisingly enough. In fact, one arm would go to wrap around Kokichi’s waist, while his other hand rests on top of his head, patting it softly. “You know, Ouma... I know I always talk a lot of shit to you, too, but... you’re actually not so bad. I don’t, uh... hate you, or anything: is what I’m trying to say. I never did, really.”

A happy hum at the head pats, a soft gasp leaves his lips when he hears him say that. “Momota-chan...” He wasn’t so bad... he never actually hated him. Something about that... made Kokichi feel warm inside. An indescribable amount of happiness was bubbling up in him, hoping that his face wasn’t too visible as the widest, genuinely happiest smile appears on Kokichi’s face as he still keeps it buried partially in Kaito’s chest. He was always going to remember those words. “That’s so cheesy....nishishi... but...” A shaky exhale, Kokichi moves his head back just enough to look up at Kaito. There’s a tinge of warmth to that bright and happy smile still on his face. “...It makes me happy to hear that. And I guess I...never hated you, either. ....I could never grow to hate my beloved Momo-chan, anyway...”

“...!” His eyes widen. “Your....beloved...?” No one’s ever called him their beloved before.... and hearing that Kokichi also never hated him-nor could he-makes a flustered whine leave him. “Th-The hell, man... you’ll kill me if you say shit like that so straight-forwardly. I mean, well- not that I’m complaining: I’m glad... to hear that, too. And I don’t....mind....being called that....b-but only if it’s just us around, okay! I’d never live it down if Shuichi or Harumaki heard you calling me that!!”

Snickering, Kokichi gives him a reassuring nod. “O-kaaaaay! Whatever helps my beloved feel more comfortable~!” Being called it again makes Kaito’s heart giddily beat in his chest. He’d be far too embarrassed to ever such intimate words himself, but he’s sure that Kokichi knows that he thinks of him as his beloved supreme leader, too.

Kaito now wraps both arms around Kokichi, the two indulging in each other’s warmth as they cuddle softly. Kokichi really was like a cuddly pillow in his arms, while Kaito felt like a snug blanket in his. It really was funny... having Kokichi nestled up in his arms like this, cuddling him, kissed him... all the things Kaito in the beginning would never dream of doing with Kokichi. And now here they were, after growing much closer and only fell harder and harder for each other tonight. As they feel the sleepiness start to catch up to them, Kaito was already looking forward to tomorrow morning, almost already forgetting how scared that movie had made him earlier. Rather, he thought much more about how nice it’ll be to wake up with the smaller boy all nestled in his arms like this; and in turn, Kokichi not being able to wait waking up in Kaito’s arms. “G’night, Ouma...” He softly yawns, giving him a soft squeeze in the hold. “That stupid movie that I totally handled well aside... tonight was fun.”

“Oh my god, whatever. Big dork...” He chortles, giving him a gentle squeeze in turn. “I had fun, too, Momo-chan... it’s never boring with you. Let’s play together even more tomorrow; g’nighttttt....”

“Heheh.. and thanks. I’m glad it never is. ...Yeah: let’s do that...” After gazing into each other’s eyes one last time, spilling with warmth and love for the other... eventually drift off to sleep. All of this happened tonight, because Kokichi simply egged the other on: that was going to be a choice Kokichi will always be happy that he made.

#Kokichi Ouma #Kaito Momota #oumota #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #detectiveseapancake #Kay's writings #sorry that's a bit belated babby but: may it be a nice present for you all the same I hope~! #and one last time... Happy Birthday: I'm so happy you had a great one!!!

[xxred-riotxx]

Stand By Me Hanta Sero x Female Reader

Who knew you could dance bachata? Definitely not Sero. But he sure as hell doesn’t mind. 

Warnings: 18+. Characters are aged up. Language. Groping. Implied sex. Horny jealous Sero. Super spicy for our Latin king. 

Based off of Stand By Me by Prince Royce

Word count: 1.3k

incase you’re unfamiliar with bachata, this dance is what inspired this fic.

“I don’t see why I have to get dressed up for movie night.” You whined. The girls of class 1A were helping you pick out a dress from the local mall. “We’re all dressing up, Y/n.” Momo retorted, shoving a black dress into your arms. Trudging to the fitting rooms, your eyes widened at the dress- quite simple in design but still stunning. You wiggled the dress up your body and twirled. The dress fell mid thigh, flowing past your hips. You couldn’t deny you looked good. Every curve of your figure was on showcase, including your breasts. Just enough skin was shown to keep the imagination wondering what was hidden beneath the thin fabric. “Y/n. Do you have the dress on? We’d like to see.” Ochaco’s sweet voice called out. As you stepped out, Mina whistled causing you to chuckle at her silliness. “You don’t think it's too much cleavage, do you?” Pulling at the low neckline of the dress, you glanced over at your friends. “As long as we keep the grape away, you’ll be fine.” Jiro simply stated. You noticed the girls already picked out their own dresses as you walked to the register. 

After eating lunch with your classmates, you made your way back to the dorms. Seven girls (including yourself) gathered in Momo’s room, preparing yourselves for tonight’s event. “Would anyone like to explain why we’re all fancy?” Grumbling, you were still annoyed with your lack of knowledge about tonight. Tsu broke the silence. “Y/n-san, we all decided to dress fancy for dinner and movies. The boys included.” Silver heels in hand, you buckled the claps around your ankle before standing up. “Let’s go then.”

As soon as you stepped foot into the common room, your jaw dropped. Twinkling lights lined the room, the doors to the balcony open allowing the cool night air to move around the room, gently nipping at your exposed skin. Music played in the background, so quiet it was almost unnoticed. “¿Qué haces, mi cielito?” (What are you doing, darling?) Sero’s voice shook you from your daze. You rolled your eyes playfully “You know I don’t speak Spanish, Hanta.” “I know, mi amor, pero it's never too late to learn.” (I know my love, but it's never too late to learn.) His signature toothy grin sent butterflies to your stomach. Sero’s warm hand grabbed yours, dragging you towards his friends. “You look nice, Y/n!” the sturdy hero complimented you. “Yeah you do! Care to be my date?” Kaminari held his hand out and sent a cheesy wink your way. You felt Sero’s arm reach around you, settling his hand on your shoulder. Death glares were shot at the electric blonde. “Ella es mía.” (She is mine.) Everyone was quiet. No one had ever seen Sero so angry, so possessive, before. “Hanta. Come on.” you whispered in his ear. The raven haired hero didn’t move, still tensed and shooting daggers at Kaminari. You peered across the room and made eye contact with Mina, mouthing “Help!”. She quickly took control of the speaker, playing a song she knew would catch Sero’s attention. 

“Please come dance with me, Hanta. Please.” Fingers wrapped around his strong bicep, slightly tugging. “Let’s go, mi princesa.” (Let’s go, my princess.) He glimpsed down at you before placing his hand in yours and leading you to the open balcony.  

His nervous hands found their way to your hips while you locked your fingers behind his neck. He flashed a flirtatious smile while your bodies moved together in sync. 

“When the night, has come

And the land is dark. 

Y la luna, es la luz que brilla ante mi”

His beautiful voice rang through your ears, dripping with his thick latin accent. Hips swinging against his grip, his serenade continued.

“Miedo no, no tendré, 

oh I won’t, te asustare

Just as long as you stand,

Stand by me.”

 Lost in your own rhythmic world, Sero spun you around and slid his hand just barely under your dress and gripped your thigh, holding it against his hips. A sweet moan left your mouth. Your fingers tangled into the hair at his neck as you shifted your hips forward, colliding with his. 

“And darling, darling stand, by me. 

Oh, stand by me.

Oh stand, junto a mi, junto a mi.”

Sero spun you around. Your body now pushed tightly against his. One arm crossed your abdomen, holding you close. To the beat of the music, your hips swayed with his. Dancing with him felt natural. Feeling his body so close to your’s, you blushed. 

“Y aunque las montañas

O el cielo caiga

No voy a preocuparme

Por que se, que tu estas junto a mi.”

Your body was whirled back around. A firm hand clutched your back, while the other caressed your cheek. You arched, pushing your chest into his. Deciding to test his limits, Hanta’s fingertips descended, resting extremely low.

“No llorare, no llorare oh,

I won’t shed a tear.

Por que se, que tu estas junto a mi.”

Your ass was grasped by both of Sero’s hands. “Mi vida, mi reina hermosa, mi amor, te amo. Te amo con todo de mi corazón. Estoy enamorado de ti. Te adoro. Te necesito. Me amas? Por favor dime que me amas.” (My life, my beautiful queen, my love. I love you. I love you with all my heart. I’m in love with you. I adore you. I need you. Do you love me? Please tell me you love me.) Although you weren’t entirely sure what he said, you knew it had to be serious. His eyes glared deep into your soul, no longer dancing but still holding you against him. “Hanta… Wh- what did you just say?” The words fumbled out of your mouth. Wracking your brain, you swore you heard the words love and heart. Still trying to sort out what he said to you, your fingers fell from his neck, eyes glancing at the floor. “Mi amor.” you continued listening to him. “I love you. I have for a while now. I love seeing you with your nose buried in books during class. I love seeing you during training. Watching you kick everyone’s ass- including mine. I love watching you laugh during movie nights. Damn, the things your laugh does to me. I know I’m plain and boring. There’s nothing special about Hanta Sero. But damn mami, the things you do to me.” You blinked once, twice, three times. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. “You look so beautiful tonight. I’m sorry for touching all over you. Kirishima will give me shit about it not being manly. Just after feeling you against my body- FUCK- you drove me crazy. And I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same. I know this will ruin our friendship. I just had to get it all out, mi sol. (my sun). You couldn’t help but smile as he rambled on. “Hanta, me amo también.” (I love you too.) Before he could process what you said, your lips crashed into his. 

Loud cheers from the other “Bakusquad” members rattled the room causing cockiness to engulf Sero. A burning sensation on your hips sent a wave of pleasure through your body as Hanta toyed with the thin strings from your thong. Clasping your fingers on his jaw line, melting more dangerously into the kiss, butterflies paraded around your stomach. “Why does he get that uber hottie?” Mineta’s nasally voice interrupted your kiss. “¿Estás celoso? Voy a mi cuarto para poder follarla.” (Are you jealous? I’m going back to my room to fuck her.)  Eye glossed over with jealousy, Sero turned back to you and nodded his head, signaling for your departure. Your fingers looped into the band of Hanta’s jeans, jerking him closer. “Let’s go, Papi?” the word rolled off your tongue. “Aye fuck, mami, let’s go.”

#hanta sero #sero x reader #sero x female reader #hanta x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha x y/n

[doyouever-daydream]

Luna

A/N Hello, hope you’re having a nice weekend and you’re doing ok, once more I wrote something based on some story I wrote back in my teenage years, today’s been a weird day for me but I wrote this last night and I wanted to post it, always remember that english is not my first language so as much as I try to get it right I am sure there are some grammar errors and typos and well, either way, enjoy!

P.S. I needed some Parents!Garvez content 🥺 

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Warning: None I believe? (Some grammar mistakes I think)

Word count: 1936 (that’s a lot for me lmao)

Summary: Some days being apart gets too much for the Alvez family, luckily technology helps them to feel closer to each other, especially when there are bad dreams intruding four-year-old Luna’s sleep. (Plus a surprise appearence from a certain boy genius)

Masterlist

Penelope checked her purse once more to make sure everything she needed for work the next day was there, she did the same with Luna’s backpack, she was worried about her daughter, it was only Wednesday and she could see her distraught and quiet, both were unusual for the four year old who was always full of energy.

She was certain it had to do with the fact that Luke had been on a case for nine days, even Penelope was a little anxious about not having him home. It wasn’t the first time he was away for that many days but it was one of the first times Luna looked so affected by it.

Penelope poured herself a glass of wine and sat on the couch, Roxy and Sergio immediately scooted close to her, her beloved cat jumped on her lap and Roxy lay close to her feet. 

She sighed “I know, we all miss him, you guys, he’ll be back home soon, hopefully” The reassurance was not only to their beloved pets but to herself.

“Mommy?” A small voice came from the hallway.

The three of them got to their feet and walked towards the hallway “Luna, baby, what’s wrong?”

Luna was carrying the blanket Luke’s mom had knitted for her and the stuffed unicorn her parents had bought for her when she was just a baby.

“I had a bad dream” As she finished the sentence, her eyes filled with tears and she clutched onto both items.

“Come here, sweetheart” Penelope soon took her in her arms and carried her to the couch she was previously sitting on “It’s ok, cry it all out, baby, you’re scared but I promise you I’m here and you’re safe” She held her in her arms while Luna hid her face in her mom’s chest.

Not once during those four years of motherhood, Penelope had managed to not feel her heart break and her own tears form in her eyes when she saw her daughter cry.

Penelope gently ran a hand through Luna’s hair, and repeated that everything was going to be okay and that it had been just a bad dream.

After a few minutes, Luna looked up “The monsters were there and they took daddy away”

“Oh my, Luna baby, daddy’s ok, remember how we talked with him earlier?” The little girl looked unsure, her mind was focused on her bad dream, not the facetime call she had with her dad a few hours ago. “Tell you what? Let’s see if daddy is still up and we can call him again”

The little girl’s face lit up at the possibility of seeing her dad again, Penelope reached for her phone that was on the coffee table, she took it and started facetiming her husband, hoping he was still in the hotel and not chasing down an unsub, she wanted to see him as much as their daughter did.

“Hi babe, wh- Oh, hello my sweet little angel, what are you doing up?” Luna’s eyes sparked, mostly because of the tears that were threatening to fall down again.

When Penelope saw that Luna wasn’t answering, she intervened “Our little Luna here, had a bad dream, do you wanna tell daddy about it?”

A small nod “The beach monsters, they came to our house and they took you away” Her eyes were wide open and her voice was filled with fear.

“The beach monsters, baby?” Luke asked in a soft voice.

“Yeah, the ones buried in the sand, you told mommy about them” Penelope looked at the camera.

A few days ago Luke came back home from a case in Florida and told Penelope how the unsub was burying his victims in the sand for tourists to find, Luna had apparently heard the conversation even though she was supposed to be sleeping.

Luke sighed “Oh, Luna, it was a bad dream, those happen sometimes but I’m ok, I know I’m not there with you to tuck you in to bed but remember what I always tell you when I have to away?” 

His daughter looked at him through the screen “That you’re in my heart and I’m in yours, always”

During his four years of fatherhood Luke had always told his daughter this words ever since the first time he had to leave for a case, even when she was a baby and didn’t quite understood them. 

Luke knew they were all struggling because they were apart, some days were easier than others, this day in particular wasn’t though, the Alvez family wanted to be together but, sadly, they had to wait.

“Hey Luke, I’m- Oh, sorry to interrupt” Spencer’s voice was heard through the phone.

Penelope knew the team was sharing bedrooms during the case, Luke had told her, he was sharing one with Spencer.

“Oh no, come on in, maybe you can say hi to Luna” Both, Spencer’s and Luna’s faces lit up, they had a special bond and loved each other, he was her godfather after all.

“Is that uncle Spence?” Luna asked with hopeful eyes.

“Yes, baby, he’s here” Spencer got closer and Luke handed him his phone.

“Oh, hi, there’s my favorite niece, how are you, Luna?” He said to her favorite, and only, niece.

“I had a bad dream and I’m sad, I don’t wanna go to sleep” She confessed to her godfather.

“Ah, I see, we all have bad dreams and those are terrible but maybe, maybe I can help you so you don’t have another tonight” Luna’s eyebrows furrowed.

“But how?” She tilted her head and bit her lip as she looked at her uncle in the small screen.

“With magic!” Spence announced and the four year old gasped, of course his uncle would say that, he was a magician.

“Please, help me uncle Spence, pretty, pretty please” She asked with pleading eyes and Penelope smiled feeling thankful for Spencer’s existence, the same way Luke did seeing the whole exchange between the two.

“Of course, but you will have to work with me because I’m not there” Luna nodded “Ok, first you and your mommy need to go to your bedroom” Luna looked expectantly at her mom, Penelope quickly took her in her arms and walked to her bedroom “Oh, wait, you need something that could work as a magic wand”

“Mommy’s pen! Her pens look like magic wands!” They easily located one of the colorful pens in the house and took it with them to Luna’s bedroom.

“Alright, now hold it and repeat after me” She held it firmly in her small hand “All bad dreams must stay away”

“All dreams must stay away” Her voice was loud for a four year old.

“Monsters are not welcome here” Spencer continued.

“Monsters are not welcome here” Penelope found the determination in her voice, both amusing and endearing.

Spencer moved his hands even though her niece wasn’t looking at the screen “Swoosh, swoosh, they now are far, far away from your bedroom” Luke stood beside Spence waiting to see her reaction, and hoping she would feel calmer.

“We did it! We did it, uncle Spence” The little girl bounced in her mother’s arms.

“You did a great job, now I believe you should talk to your daddy and sleep” Luna swallowed, she was still a little afraid “Have sweet dreams, Luna-loo” Spencer called her by the nickname he had for her.

“Good night uncle Spence, thank you for helping me” She waved.

“Anytime” Spencer gave Luke the phone and signaled him he was going to change in the bathroom, giving him privacy so he could talk to his family, Luke mouthed a thank you.

“Baby, it’s late, you should go to sleep now” Luke looked at her with a smile.

“Can I sleep with mommy tonight?” Penelope was thankful she had asked, it would make her feel better to have someone to hold during that night.

“Of course, sweetheart, but you need to take your pillow, you know, because it’s a magical pillow now” Penelope winked at her and kissed her forehead.

“Yeah, I need it so I don’t have bad dreams” She squirmed in her arms so her mom would put her down and she could grab her pillow.

Meanwhile Luke and Penelope looked at each other with tired smiles, they were both physically and emotionally exhausted not only from work but from being away of each other.

“Let’s go to bed mommy, daddy don’t leave yet” Luna took Penelope’s hand and led her to their parents’ bedroom.

Penelope tucked her in and she lied beside her with Luke still on the phone’s scren, seeing the scene he felt a little calmer too. 

“Lu, you have school tomorrow, you need to rest, baby” As much as he didn’t want to stop talking to them, they all needed to sleep.

Luna moved the hair out of her face “I know, I just wanted to say goodnight daddy, I love you, oh, and if you have bad dreams ask uncle Spencer to help you with his magic” She blew him a kiss and Luke’s heart swelled with happiness seeing this tiny human being that was his reason to live.

“I will, now, goodnight, my beautiful angel, te amo, corazón” It was his turn to blow her a kiss.

“Buenas noches, papi, te amo” Luna’s Spanish had gotten better after the summer they had spent with his family “I love you too, mommy” She turned to her mom and grabbed Penelope’s face with both hands and kissed her cheek.

“I love you, pumpkin, is it okay if I leave you for a few minutes to go and turn off the living room’s lights?” Lune nodded and rested her head on her pillow, closing her eyes with a smile in her face, Penelope, once again, kissed her forehead and walked out of the room, phone in hand.

“Hurry up, please” It was her turn to tell Luke how much she missed him.

“I know, I want to go home too” He looked defeated, they had hit a wall and it seemed they weren’t going back home soon but he abstained from telling her so.

Penelope sighed “We all miss you in this house” 

“I’ll promise I’ll try everything in my power to catch this son of a bitch and come back home to you” He bit his lip, he missed her touch “So I can show you how much I missed you” Penelope raised her eyebrows suggestively and Luke winked.

“Upgrading you from newbie to hubby was a great decision on my part” She commented earning a laugh from Luke “Please, do keep that promise”

“I’ll be on it first thing in the morning, you should go to sleep too, you know” Penelope nodded.

“So should you, talk to you tomorrow, babe, I love you” Her eyes looked sad but she smiled trying to reassure him everything was ok.

“I love you too, and thank you, baby, for being super mom to Luna and well, to Roxy and Sergio, I’m sure it’s tough juggling everything when I’m away” He said gently feeling extremely grateful for his wife.

She looked at him and pressed her lips together “These past few days have been hard but I wouldn’t have it any other way” A small smile adorned her lips “I’m ok, Luna’s ok, you’re ok, we’re ok” Penelope stated.

Luke nodded, hesitantly at first but as the words echoed in his mind and he felt reassurance they’d be able to solve the case and go back home safely so he could reunite with his family.

#penelope garcia #luke alvez #garvez #garvez imagine #garvez fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fancticion #criminal minds imagine

[chnsfairy]

2:58am and thinking of u | han jisung

words ; 1,110

genre ; fluff

requested ; no

a/n ; this was straight up a simple blurb but it’s past midnight and here we are

m.list in bio

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"let's have a late night adventure !!!!" jisung yelled through ur phone a poor attempt at making u go deaf

(￣_￣)・・・

sir ,,,,, its ,,,, well past midnight 

“ji ... what’re u talking about”

u were just about to go to sleep too but then OFC THIS BITCH WAKES U UP

"awwee come on y/n u know,,, we could go down to the 24/7 convenience store to get something to eat, and then we can go to the lake, where we toss in rocks while we just talk or tell stories, i don't know– now it sounds kinda silly" 

:(((

oh

u sat up straight because suddenly :(( ur wide awake and that just sounds super fun :((

DAMN U JISUNG AND UR ANTICS

oke but like ,, u don't have anything better to do so maybee this isn’t such a bad idea

even tho ur parents would probably kill you LMAO BUT THAT DOESNT MATTER WHO CARES MSNDNJSS

"jisung you should go to sleep ~~”

like bro (・_・ヾ

“why’re u even awake anyway its 2:58am”

“W E LL I could be asking u the same thing >:[[[”

ok who are we kidding

this kid is straight up dodging the question

the only reason why jisung couldn’t sleep is because he was thinking of u

yes 

i know

poor boy :(((

he cant even get sleep anymore

ur just always in his thoughts :(( not in a creepy way or anything sdjfkasdmfkj

BDVJKSAV BUT HE DIDN’T WANT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF U FOUND OUT

no no no that would be b ad ,,,,,,,,,,,

he didn’t even know what HE would do

maybe bury himself into a hole

and hibernate there forever

MCDMDDVJK okie anyway

“oh u know,,, couldn’t sleep,, normal stuff”

lies

oh boy

see now u were just up late listening to the few songs jisung and his friends had released online and then u got distracted

and listened to them again

and again

and again

KMDSKCD IT’S NOT UR FAULT THAT THEY’RE ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD AND THAT MAYBE U GOT A BIT OFF TRACK CAUSE JISUNGS VOICE = VERY PRETTY 

“hmm well then if u cant sleep then lets go do something !!! “

“ji i said couldn’t sleep,,, past tense,,, i was planning on passing out until noon tomorrow but then u called me”

“well ur awake now”

.......... he had a point

u were wide awake so like ,,,,,,,,,,, why say no ,,,

“y/n ur not getting a choice in the matter anyway cause im at ur house now”

THIS KID I SWEAR HE-

and then there was a tapping at ur window

but jesus lmao that scared u 

u almost fell off ur bed

“JISUNG”

“well are u gonna open the window or not”

;___;

u were still talking over the phone even tho u were two feet away from each other

yes the dumbness genes appear in both sides of the friendship

so u hung up on his ass 

and then went to unlock the window ofc

U WERENT GONNA LEAVE HIM OUT IN THE COLD

UR NOT THAT MEAN 

but because it’s really chilly outside :(( hes got red cheeks ,,,,,, cute ,,,,,

MKXDMSF WAIT WHAT C U TE ????

where did this come from

;________;

aha ah a a ha 

“u hung up on me im sad now :(((”

“jisung- u were right outside”

“Y/N U DIDN’T SAY GOODBYE T T”

and all u could do was cock ur head to the side and stare at him blankly

“well i’ll make sure to say goodbye next time ok ?”

“really o(TヘTo)”

“yes you drama queen”

after u successfully got jisung into ur room and shut the window quietly you just ,, laid back down on ur bed cause like 3am ,,,, tired ,,, 

but now jisung is here AND HE’S LAYING DOWN NEXT TO U AND UR HEARTS DOING THE THUMP THUMP THINGY AND ASMDJSAKFKJ

u’ve known him ur whole life why is it just now ur feeling all these things 

huh

wh y

jisung has slept over PLENTY of times ://// and he’s slept in the same bed with u too cause like ???????

uhhh ?????? 

you’ve known each other since u were tinie babies ???

but now well uh

now ur stomach is doing the flippy thing with all the butterflies ;-;;;;

.....

“jisung”

“hm”

“why’re u here ,,, i mean ,, usually u just call me when something’s up or you cant sleep”

suddenly the silence felt like it was louder than jisung’s usual screaming

“i told u ,,,,, i wanted to go DO something ,,,, i felt cramped up in my house”

“why didn’t u message chan or someone ?? he’s always up at this hour and im usually asleep by now” 

.......................................

“i dont know ,,, i wanted to see u ,,,, i mean do i even need a reason to see u”

“i guess not”

ur face : (・_・;)

ur heart : *MDSJNSFDKMVDSJVMK*

here’s this boy

ur best friend

just laying down next to u

and ur body forgot how to function for a hot second

u ended up burying ur face in ur pillow so he couldn't see ur face getting redder and redder by the second

“well ,,, it’s a bit too late to go out and do anything so ,,, why don’t u just stay over ,, i don’t think my parents will mind” 

“oh yes please (´ ∀ ` *)”

soon enough jisung had changed into a t shirt and sweatpants he had once left at ur house ;;;

because he’s forgetful

stupid

but ,, u know... you maybe ,,,, took the liberty ,,, of wearing them from time to time ,,,

WHAT IT WAS A REALLY COMFY T SHIRT OK >:[[

it was just a bonus that it smelled like him ,,, 

NO NO SHUT UP JAFNCKASMCSAC

THAT DOESNT MATTER ITS NOT THE POINTTTT

“jisung ,,”

“hmm. ... ?”

although clearly he was already half asleep by now ,,, so maybe u could trust that he wouldn’t remember what u were saying ,,

“i couldn’t sleep cause i was thinking of u”

...................

shit shit shi shit did u really say that

shit

can u take it back ???

no stupid time doesn’t work that way

...........

“hey me too .. we’re twins ....”

but before u could process what this half asleep voice was saying jisung had already passed out

(•ิ_•ิ)?

sorry sir what 

wee woo wee woo 

MDKJVNKDSMJDVKMDKDMD !!!!!!

thats ur heart that’s gonna shortcircuit right here !!!!!!

how're you supposed to sleep NOW ???

;_____;

“oh god please don’t remember this in the morning ......”

#ok !!!!!! good night !!!! #its almost 2:58am here !!!! #tired ;; #stray kids #skz #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #jisung #han jisung #stray kids jisung #han jisung imagines #skz imagines

[we-are-the-rebellion]

Everything Is Gonna Be Fine - File 006

Date: 3/5/215

Incoming signal: Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear me? Is there anyone in the wasteland listening to me? Fuck, this is hopeless…  We don’t even know if people are alive out there, we’ve never left the region because of the horror stories we’ve heard. CeeCee are you sure? …Yeah, right. Ahem! I’m Nate, I’m from the Eastern OQ region, and for the last ten years I’ve been fighting in, well to put it lightly, a pretty nasty civil war. The group I was with has been mostly killed or captured and our leader is missing, presumed dead. Please, if someone is out there and can hear this, we need supplies. Wait what’s- Shit! CeeCee get down they found-

Outgoing message: Nous vous entendons. Sur routre chemin.

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Date: 8/10/214

Location: Rebel base, Toronto, Ontario-Quebec Region

   Nate wanted a nap. More specifically, he wanted to nap with Kenji. He yawned and shuffled into his room, feeling drained. He noticed a small piece of paper on his pillow. It was a note.

To Nate.

I’m busy today.

Happy anniversary.

Nate smiled. He had forgotten, today was his tenth anniversary with Kenji. How had he forgotten but Kenji had remembered? Nothing made sense. Well now he had to go and find Kenji and force him to come nap with him. Yes, his main goal was still to have a nap.

   Kenji got back to his quarters about half an hour after Nate found the note. He looked completely beaten down. 

   “Hey Ken.” he greeted, wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist. He didn’t reply.  “You tired?”  Kenji put his left hand over Nate’s arm.

   “Tired doesn’t begin to describe it.” he muttered. 

   “Want to go to bed early today?” Nate asked, softly kissing Kenji’s cheek. Kenji sighed and nodded slowly. Nate guided his boyfriend to the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed with him.  “Thanks for the note this morning.” he chuckled, leaning his head against Kenji’s shoulder. Kenji didn’t say anything, and it was starting to concern him. He put his hand on his cheek and tilted his head to look at him.  “Hey, what happened? Are you alright?”  Kenji put his hand over Nate’s and closed his eyes. 

   “The last mission... It was a shitshow.” he mumbled. Nate frowned.

   “I know... You told me.” 

   “A lot of people got killed.”  

   Nate sat up, cupping Kenji’s face and kissing his lips softly. He pulled away, leaning their foreheads together. 

   “It isn’t your fault, Ken.” he whispered, stroking his thumb over his face, his beard lightly scratching his hand. 

   “Maybe not, but I fucked up.”  Nate leaned both of them back onto the bed, cuddling him, rubbing his shoulders, trying to get him to relax. Kenji felt tense, and Nate couldn’t help but feel his heart break a little. The last mission hadn’t just been a shitshow, it was the worst mistake they had ever made. Support for the rebels was crushed, morale was non existent, and Lewis... He was still technically just missing, but nobody expected him to come back. Nate had needed a week to be alone and mourn the boy who he considered to be his son. He had barely seen Kenji in that time, not because he blamed him for what happened, but because they had both agreed that Kenji’s abrasive and unempathetic response to loss wasn’t what Nate needed. Now he was back, and Kenji clearly wasn’t dealing with things well. 

   “I know you fucked up, but other people fucked up too.” Nate said gently. He sighed, trying to put words to what he was feeling.  “Since even before I met you, you’ve been doing this. Fighting. Risking your life, risking my life, risking... risking everyone’s lives. I was shocked when I found out you and Zander were the rebel leaders everyone was talking about, and for a moment I thought you two must have been completely fucked up.”  He paused, licking his lips and brushing a loose strand of hair out of his eyes.  “But good things happened because of the things you guys did. Things are changing, getting better.”  Kenji pulled away, sitting up and putting his face in his hand.

   “Nothing is going to get better because of this. People are dead, my people are dead. The elites have a perfect reason to demonize us now, nobody wants to believe in us. We proved to them that we’re the evil, violent monsters they said we were.” he growled. He sighed and stood up.  “You should have stayed away. This is just going to get worse.”

__________________________

Date: 13/6/215

Location: Prison Complex, Ottowa, Ontario-Quebec Region

   Zander hit the floor and for a split second everything seemed to go still. Quiet, even. Nate could only see him lying there, only hear the quiet, understated "thud" that he made as his broken body hit the cold steel. Nate could only focus on the emptiness inside him. What was this feeling and why did it keep coming back? It could barely be called a feeling, it was more a lack of feeling. He was too tired to feeling sad, or angry, or hurt, or hopeless. There was just... nothing. Nothing inside him, nothing to make him feel anything. Just empty. That's all Nate could focus on as he saw his best friend collapse. The little spark of hope he had felt earlier, hope to get out of here, was gone. It went out at the same that Zander had stopped running. Now he was just stuck feeling apathetic and confused, staring and not being able to process the real world around him. Gunshots were quiet, footsteps were deafening, the space around him felt so big it was crushing. He could've stayed in that haze forever if he was allowed. He almost wanted it. Nothing was better than hurting.

__________________________

Date: 9/10/214

Location: Rebel base, Toronto, Ontario-Quebec Region

Nate stormed into Kenji's room. He didn't consider it "his" room, or "their" room anymore. It was only Kenji's. Kenji had dragged him into this life, Kenji had brought him out into this fucking field, Kenji had killed his son. There was no sympathy for him anymore.

"You bastard." he hissed, yanking Kenji out of his desk chair and to his feet. "You lied to me." Kenji scowled, shoving him back.

"I never lied to you." he snapped. Nate felt his rage burning behind his eyes, stinging out hot tears.

"You fucking knew that Lewis was in danger! You knew that he was going to die!" he screamed, grabbing Kenji's collar and forcing him to look him in the eye. "You... You hid that message from me... He was telling you how to fix it! He was telling you that you didn't have to fucking kill anyone, and you just ignored him!" Kenji wrenched his hands off his shirt and pushed him away.

"When he signed up to be one of us, he knew he might have to die one of us." he growled, stalking off towards the door. Nate gritted his teeth and stood in his way.

"Fuck off, you can't just say that kind of shit when I have proof that he didn't have to die!" Kenji rolled his eyes and Nate felt so angry that he couldn't just hold it back anymore. He slapped Kenji across his mouth. He choked out a sob and turned away, not wanting any more excuses or buts. He didn't want to deal with this, with him, anymore. "We're done, Kenji. Don't ever get me involved in your bullshit again."

He left the base and got into his car, intended to drive back to his real home, but as soon as he closed the side door he broke. He started crying, hard and ugly. He sunk down in the driver's seat and covered his face. His parents, Mary, Lewis, and now Kenji. He was tired of losing people. He was tired of being unable to sleep at night because he kept thinking about them. Why was he still here if all he had to do was feel this pain? This hurt, this grief. Every day was just more fear. "Who's going to die today? What do I have to sacrifice to make it to tomorrow?" Was "tomorrow" even fucking worth it? The more he kept going, the less he felt like it was. Tomorrow was just a vague concept, a carrot dangling on a stick to keep him moving. He didn't want to move. He wanted to stay, just for a little bit, in the same place with the same people.

As he stopped crying, nearly an hour later, he didn't have the energy to drive. His head was pounding, his eyes were puffy and strained and he was exhausted. With life, just in general... who knew? He pulled out his phone and stared at the screen for a few moments. He didn't know what to do, he was stuck there... just gazing down at the soft blue light emanating from the screen. He sighed, closing his eyes and tossing his phone onto the back seat. He had to go home.

__________________________

Date: 13/6/215

Location: Prison Complex, Ottowa, Ontario-Quebec Region

The man crouched in the roof, aiming his rifle down at the ground below him. He had been waiting for hours, it was what a sniper did. No movement below, although he could hear alarms. They would be out soon.

He had temporarily cut the alarms, trying to give them as much time to get away. He knew that it wouldn't make their escape easy, just easier. Without his help they would have been gunned down in seconds.

His radio buzzed softly to his left. He had it intercepting the transmissions of the prison guards.

"Shit, shit..."

"How the fuck did nobody catch them earlier?"

"Just shoot them."

"They're headed for the entrance!"

He adjusted himself slightly, getting ready to fire at a moment's notice.

"We got one down, repeat one of them is down. The others have stopped."

"Rail on 'em, fill them with holes."

"Wait, wh-"

That was new. Someone else was down there. He could hear the fighting on the other end of the line, scuffling and muffled shouts. Gunshots, then yelling in... Life, were they speaking French? Fucking course they were. He couldn't understand a word of it.

__________________________

"Tara, where the fuck did you go?" Lewis shouted. Tara growled and stuck their hunting knife under the visor of one the guards. They hated the "squish" the guard's head made, but it had to be done.

"I was looking for you, numbnuts!" they snapped, pulling their knife out.

"Yeah, sorry. Too busy trying not to get shot!" He rushed over to Zander's side and, with Milo and CeeCee's help, lifted him up. "Shit, what are we going to do with him?" he muttered in English, grimacing when he saw that Zander had ripped out the stitches in his side and was losing blood much faster than a person should lose it.

"Do you think your friend can get us past the guards?" CeeCee asked, fear plastered on her features. Lewis swallowed, looking as Tara dodged and took out as many soldiers as they could. They were a survivor, agile and strong as a tank. But they were human.

"Not without help. Fuck, uh..." He looked around frantically. "Milo, help carry Zander. Just get him out as fast as you can and get to our ride. I'll help Tara." he ordered quickly, grabbing a gun from the guard Tara had killed. The rest were injured but still alive, and he didn't doubt they wouldn't be too happy if he tried to take their weapons. He pointed it at a guard's legs and shot, taking them out. Tara nodded at him appreciatively, grabbing the guard's gun and using it instead of the knife.

__________________________

The sniper listened to the shots. They were still outnumbered, but this gave them a few precious moments to run. After a minute or two, the group ran out. Lewis had his arm hanging limp at his side. Of course, it wasn't realistic to think that they could get out unscathed. But the little brat kept firing his gun. It was admirable. CeeCee and the other boy carried Zander, trying their best to be fast and careful. Needless to say, but the man needed blood or else he wouldn't make it an hour. The sniper had given them medical supplies, slipped them into Lewis' garish tank. It would only help what was left of Zander Ashworth's vital organs stay inside him, but that was all they needed.

He focused his crosshairs on one of the soldiers that was in pursuit of the rebels and shot. In a moment, everyone had taken notice. They knew he was there, but it didn't matter. What sparse cover there was out in front of the complex wasn't enough to save them. Nate looked up at him as he took out the soldiers, one by one. He couldn't tell if he could see his face, but it didn't matter. He wouldn't see him again.

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//authors note, fuck tumblr for mobile it absolutely bent me over the counter and fucked me

//the formatting on this is terrible it's ruined

tag: @thereasontherumisgone

#dystopian canada #everything is gonna be fine #dystopian #dystopia #Dystopian world #original content #original writing #original story #i wrote this on mobile and it was torture #they should use typing on mobile as an interrogation method #id tell u anything after 5 minutes of this

[lacklusterswirl]

Montagne’s Protection

Montagne woke up in a cell with his hands and feet bound. Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse... well, they do.

aka Angst for a friend on their request :) (~2.9k words)

Warnings: Hostage, child injuries, injuries, death, waterboarding, gun fights/gun violence, mission gone wrong.

“Montagne!” Twitch’s scream echoed across an empty field all the way to Glaz’s ear.

Through his scope, he watched in horror as they dragged the unconscious man to a truck. He shot at a few of the men, killing them instantly, but he couldn’t keep up with the sheer number of them.

“Glaz! Track the truck!” Thatcher’s orders came through and Glaz quickly locked in the bullet, aiming for his own teammate.

Breathe in. Hold fire. Breathe out. Between heartbeats just like he practiced.

A heavy voice came through, “I have a signal.” He has never felt so pleased to hear Thermite’s voice as he was in that moment.      

.

His eyes opened without him knowing. It was hard to tell when he was awake or asleep when everything was dark. Slowly, his eyes got used to the darkness, and he could make out bars in front of him. With a grunt, he got himself up onto his elbows. He couldn’t help but groan at the pain in his chest as he turned to the side. He didn’t remember much, other than the pain of the impact from getting thrown to the side after a C4 was tossed at them. His shield… Le Roc was missing. He flexed his hands and relaxed a little at the feeling of armoured pads on himself.

“Merde.”

But then he saw his helmet tossed on the ground with his balaclava beside it… so they knew his face. This would prove problematic then. There were two parts to secrecy for him, one, his face, the other, his name. And his dog tags were gone too.

He stayed lying on that cold, concrete floor in that half-awake state, wondering if he could even move properly. All around him, and even in his own mind, he could see darkness, and the tendrils reaching out and grasping onto his arms. Perhaps if he stayed even more still, they would pass him, and he would wake up to his friends smiling down at him.

That’s not what happened.

Instead, he woke up next with chains around his arms and feet, and realized that he was no longer on the floor. He laid there, spread out, and defenseless against those white masks and their cruel eyes.

“Giles “Montagne” Touré. I see why they call you mountain now.”

The man who was speaking was wearing a mask with the word ‘muse’ painted on it in red, dripping down the mask like blood. God he just hoped it wasn’t his blood. Muse nodded his head, and a table of tools was brought out for him to look at. There were whips, car batteries, and an array of differently-sized knives – each with their own purpose he’s sure.

“Putain,” he growled, tugging on his chains. Nothing moved, as he should’ve seen coming.

Muse stalked his way from where Montagne’s feet were, all the way so he was right above his head. “You special force guys are all the same. You glare until you close your eyes, and then you all die without saying anything. Boring. But what is fun, is seeing what exactly you’re scared of.”

There was a hissing noise, and the white masks all leave. A light, sweet scent came in and soon, all Montagne could see were the flowery fields he played soccer on as a young boy. He can feel the petals on his fingertips as he bent down to pick one for his mother.

Maman… pour toi…

A cold splash on his face, and he wakes up and realizes that he’s being held at an angle. And he knows what coming next.

“How did you find us? Who did Rainbow have on the inside?”

Montagne held his tongue and breathed. The water that came over his face felt like it was going to fill him up completely, going in through his nose so he coughs, but then get more water through his mouth as he does so.

And it’s a pattern. Right as he’s about to pass out, it stops. A question gets asked again, and he gives that same glare. Then the water starts again. He didn’t know how long it had been, but when it finally stopped, he was left passed out on the floor, in a puddle of the water that remained.

If only he were laying face down.

The next thing he hears is the crying voice of a young girl. When… wh—it dawned on him. This wasn’t a dream. He woke up to see the silhouette of a young girl sitting in the opposite corner of him. When he stirred, she screamed, causing the thundering of feet to come down the stairs.

It wasn’t Muse this time. It was his little henchmen who were too afraid to approach Montagne when he was awake, and had apparently went on their own little trip just now.

“I told you we should’ve taken the boy. He was much older. He wouldn’t be causing such a shit storm at night. We’ll be found out if this keeps happening.”

“Shut up, you know that girls sell for more. We need the money.”

“Fuck man, not worth if we… HEY!”

Montagne had half crawled, and half stumbled his way over to where the girl was cowering from him.

“Shhhh, mon chérie… restes ici. Tu peux dormis maintenant. Je te protège.” And she calmed down to a sniffle when she realized that this giant man wasn’t here to hurt her. He pet her hair and whispered as he saw out of the corner of his eye, what the terrorists were grabbing. He barely had time to mentally prepare himself for—

THONK

—that. It didn’t hurt that much through all the armour he wore, but it still made him collapse back on to the ground. The metal bat clattered to the ground and the other terrorist started scolding the first for causing the girl to cry again.

“As long as he’s not causing us trouble. Two birds, one stone.”

“Alright,” a little wad of spit landed next to Montagne, “just know that if you do anything wrong… well, the people who buy from us don’t mind a few… beauty marks’”

Montagne gritted his teeth, but stayed still. Once the footsteps faded again, he pulled away and started treating her for injuries. They were mainly a few scratches here and there, but otherwise, she was alright. She spoke neither English nor French so he just hummed when he wanted her to sleep.

Perhaps getting to know the girl was the wrong choice. Well, not perhaps. It seems to be that it WAS the wrong choice. Every time he fought back, nearly escaped, or broke free, she would be held at gun or knife point, and he had to give up his fight for her. He took punches, shielded her with his own body when they threw things at her, and just kept up the hope that his team would come back for him.

.

“Location confirmed.” Twitch was typing on a laptop as they were on their way to the location where they had finally located them. The pings from the tracker led them all over the world until they realized that Montagne didn’t have his shield anymore. From the cell the got the information from they formed a mixed-team op, with support from JTF 2 since the actual location was near an abandoned cottage near Lake Simcoe. Twitch just got confirmation from local law enforcement, and here they were.

Ciel was frowning while re-reading mission details with a cold intensity in his eyes that was so off putting, that it made Twitch keep quiet again. Tap tap… tap tap… The tap tap that was staring again was from Rook this time as he kept looking between Lion and Doc. Even Pulse was looking down at his feet instead of making jokes like normal. The sixth Rainbow op sat with his sniper ready, and a wave of guilt coming off of him that was so strong that he couldn’t look anyone in the eye.

Even if he wasn’t Rainbow, Ciel was team leader of this group. And it was time for him to say something.

“Tell me about this man. Why does he mean so much to you all?”

.

“You let her go, putain, and I will consider putting a bullet only in your head when I get free.”

The girl’s right arm was trapped in a grip so tight, that Montagne could see purple edges starting to form. She was fighting against it, but it was no use.

“Our first client has asked about her,” came the snide reply.

Then, they turned back and walked upstairs, ignoring the rattling sound as it felt like Montagne was shaking the very prison itself.

“Merde,” he muttered, but now was not the time. A glint caught his eye in the dim room. The keys were on a table instead of on the wall like normal. They were out of arms reach when he stretched it out though. What to do, what to do… He still had his armour plates. He fashioned a rope-like object that he then managed to slide the entire table over to him, weakened muscles straining the entire time.

With a hope in his heart he hasn’t felt in what must’ve been days, he unlocked his door and slowly crept out. There were no weapons on the table, but no matter. He made his way up the stairs and heard footsteps immediately to his right. He plastered himself up against the wall and watched as the shadow crept up, more and more. Only one… perfect.

He wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and snapped it, quickly moving the body into the bushes. The bastard only had a knife and pistol on him though. No matter, he heard cries coming from the little girl upstairs, and he followed them through the hallways until he ended up beside the room. With his ear to the wall, he started listening in on their conversation.

“They did what?!” An unknown voice boomed loud enough that Montagne didn’t actually need to be near the wall to hear their conversation.

“We’ve started a self-destruct code because this facility has been found by JTF 2—”

“How?”

“Sir, we need to you follow us. We can guarantee your safety and anonymity, but we need to leave before the building collapses.”

“And her?”

“We’ll take her too. You’ll get your money’s worth.”

The building rumbled, and the footsteps inside quickened their pace, matching his heartbeat as he stood by the door, knife in one hand, and a pistol in the other. The first man rushed out, and received a knife to the chest. He was dead before Montagne even revealed himself. He reached out for the dead man’s chest and used him as a shield while he pushed forward and shot the last two men down. The girl was back near the door, trembling, but alive. She looked Montagne in the eye, and even though he was covered in hot blood that was quickly cooling down and creating a sticky coat over his body, she hugged him.

“Come here.”

“我们去哪里啊?” Oh, how he wished he could learn another language…

“Je comprend pas…” he carefully carried her, making sure not to squeeze the bruises on her skin.

The shaking got stronger to the point where Montagne couldn’t walk properly.

Then, the ceiling fell.

Montagne curled his body around hers and knelt right there.

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“What do you mean it collapsed?”

Their vehicles were moving still, despite needing to travel over the heavy layers of snow. Of all the times Glaz has met the Canadian Special Forces officer, this is the angriest he’s seen him.

“Get me a new line, and more back up, we’re taking the jets when we get to Checkpoint B.”

At the mention of jets, all JTF 2 ops stood up and gathered their equipment. Ciel turned and nodded at Doc.

“You’re with me, doctor. Rest of you, pair up and follow my guys. The situation’s… bad. The building has collapsed, and we can’t find your friend. Cham, take Pulse with you, Draco, take the sniper. We’re in the lead. Rest of you follow when you can.”

The JTF 2 ops got out of the stopped truck, which was slowing down more and more due to the prolonged snowfall, and ran over to snowmobiles. Ciel, with Doc holding onto him, raced off, far outpacing the rest of the ops. If the situation was less tense, he’s sure Doc would be terrified, but as they whizzed past all the others, Glaze could only see a glare on the doctor’s face.

He was third out of Rainbow to arrive on scene. Doc and Pulse were already scanning the area while the JTF 2 ops could be heard in the background, firing at remaining terrorist forces.

“Sniper, find a position. Help your friends,” his JTF 2 partner said before making the call to join up with Ciel and the other man. Glaz did so and moved to higher ground so he could use his scope to help him find his teammate.

Breathe in. Hold fire. Breathe out. Keep looking just like he was told to do.

Just as he saw the bright yellow outline, Pulse shouted, “DOC!” The rest of Rainbow, including the machinery and JTF 2 ops returned arrived on scene, and everyone reconvened where the Canadians were performing an extraction, with a worried Rook part of the team, giving advice where he could.

“Ciel…” Glaz murmured… The last time he felt so… so much… it was that cold gaze that was there to help him. This time was no different. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and a presence that has always said more than his words.

“I heard about what happened the night of. You did your best, but those forces were too much. Good job getting a tracker on at all actually.” It wasn’t helping. “Keep watch if needed.” If you don’t want to see for yourself. That’s what he really meant. And Glaz was tempted to take the offer.

With one last heave, the extraction team managed to get a large enough hole to shine a light down. Immediately, a small whimper came out, and a word that tugged on the edges of Glaz’s memory.

“救命啊!”

Ciel was first to launch into action, and despite Glaz’s guilt over what was happening, he understood the voice. The two of them watched as Doc reached his arms down the hole and came back up with a young girl. She was bloodied, eye-half lidded, and an arm and a leg were sticking up at angles that shouldn’t have been possible. The tears on her cheeks were caught in the light of their flashlights, and she strained away from everyone, including Doc, who was doing his best to carry her away.

“你没事吧？?” the Rainbow ops all looked over at Ciel who now had the girl’s full attention.

“叔叔还在下门.”

“Ciel?” Doc was waiting on a response.

“Uncle’s still down there,” he murmured, helping Doc place her onto a stretcher. To the girl, he whispered something, and gave Glaz a look.

“你好,” Glaz said, speaking a language he remembers learning a few years ago.

Ciel gave him a nod and Glaz followed as the girl was led off.

Doc, Pulse, and a few more JTF 2 ops were still trying to look into the hole. Glaz and the girl watched from the back near the jets until Doc broke down. He was on his knees and frozen still.

“Get her away, Glaz” Rook had taken a step back, and gave the duo a look, and Glaz just knew who this ‘uncle’ was.

But it was Twitch who gave it away, who was now sobbing into the arms of Lion. Even the arrogant, haughty Lion looked shaken by the view.

Glaz didn’t see anymore that night, but when they debriefed the next day with JTF 2, he saw it all. Rock smashed into the skull, bits of brain mixed in with the helmet on the floor, metal pipes speared through the body, even with the armour, and a shape any of them could easily recognize. A fetal position with his arms wrapped around something… or someone. The gun and knife found on him didn’t belong to him, but the marks on his wrists showed that he was indeed a prisoner. So, they pieced together the story from the pictures and the testimony of the little girl.

Montagne was already in a cell when the girl got there. He protected her, and helped her. When the ‘bad men’ took her away to another man, he came up and killed them all. Then, on their way to the door, the building collapsed. That was all the girl managed to get out before shock took over adrenaline, and she entered a surgical room, never to be seen by Glaz again.

It was the long way of saying that Montagne was dead. And no one could help him in his final hours.

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Montagne felt the first pieces of rubble hit him, and then an immediate pain in his right shoulder. He curled tighter around the girl and looked up just in time to see a slab of the ceiling fall down on them.

I hope I did enough.

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