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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Call

This was another request: So y/n is younger than Cill, she overs here's a call he's on with his management basically trying to convince him to leave her, so she goes upstairs to pack up because well she's not staying around when she's not wanted & Cillian finds her doing this and he's like no no no let me show me how much I want you around 😉

Warnings - talk of separation, smut

Turning the key in the lock you carefully opened the door as quietly as possible. Knowing Cillian, he was taking a nap in the lounge and you didn't want to disturb him. 12 hour days filming six days a week, he'd come home yesterday completely exhausted.

Instead of his light snoring, you were surprised to hear him talking on Skype to his agent in the study across the hallway. You smiled, before making your way to the door to let him know you were home, bottle of wine in hand when you froze.

"So, I'd get more scripts if I wasn't with y/n?" You heard Cillian ask his agent. You didn't move, you could barely breathe.

"Cillian, this is having a severe impact on your credibility! Producers aren't taking you seriously anymore, they're seeing you as a sugar daddy! Y/n is barely out of university, and you're pushing 50 here!" His agent was almost laughing.. you were sure you even heard Cillian chuckle at one point.

"Right... So it looks like we've got this all figured out then doesn't it?"

"Absolutely!! It's so simple Cill, everyone loves a single Dad!"

You'd heard enough. Tears burning your eyes, you tiptoed up the stairs, still with the wine in your hand, and made your way to your bedroom. Once you were sure you were out of earshot you allowed a sob to leave you as you leaned against the closed door, before grabbing an overnight bag from the closet. Taking a deep breath, and opening the wine to take a quick slug from it, you started to pack. All those times he'd told you he loved you... You completed him... Lies! He'd exchange you for Hollywood in a heartbeat!!! Well no... This wasn't going down that way - there's no way he's breaking YOUR heart when you can break HIS first....

Taking another swig from the bottle you took another deep breath and continued packing, not realising how loud your footsteps had become. The bedroom door suddenly swung open, and Cillian stood in the doorway, completely confused.

"Er... Y/n? Everything okay up here? I didn't hear you come home?"

"I didn't want to disturb your call.. you sounded busy." You voice was as deadpan as you could make it. You couldn't even look at him.

"Are you going somewhere?" You stopped, tears escaping your eyes too quickly to stop them.

"I heard you... I heard the call Cillian..."

"What call?" He approached you from behind and tried to put his arms around you but you pulled away. Turning to face him, you brought a hand up to slap the side of his face. "The fuck y/n?!?" You'd never slapped him before.. part of you felt an instant regret but the anger was burning inside you.

"Don't fucking play dumb with me, I heard you!! You'd get more scripts if you didn't have the 25year old homewrecker on your arm! You'd be more credibility as a single Dad!" Cillians eyes widened.. no... No no no..

"How much of that call did you hear, exactly?"

"Enough!!"

"Wrong!! You didn't hear fucking HALF of it!! You didn't hear me end the call, did you?" His voice raised now. "When I told him never to call me again. Never to even claim to represent me. That he was fired?? Did you hear that??" You stood frozen again, looking into his eyes. Your tears were drying up, but his looked close to spilling. "To have someone try and tell me how to live my life... Tell me who I can and can't spend my life with... he did the same thing with Natalie.. he wants me to be an eternal bachelor... that my career would take off if I wasn't seeing someone 20 years younger..." His voiced cracked at the thought of losing you.

"It worked with Natalie. Yes, she was the mother of my kids, but there was never a real connection with her.. I allowed it to happen without realising he was responsible for it... But you? I can't live without you y/n... The age difference has never bothered me.." he walked towards you again, pulling the bottle of wine out your hand and placing it on the chest of drawers in the corner. Picking the handles up on the overnight bag on your bed and throwing it to the floor. Needed it out of the way for what he was about to do.

"How do I know you won't change your mind one day? How do I know you mean it? You could trade me in for a younger model one day!"

"I'll show you how much I want you, and will always want you - close your eyes." His voice took a darker tone now, which always drove you wild. You closed you eyes as you felt his lips slowly start to kiss down your neck.. he turned you back round again so your back was pressing against his chest, as his fingers began to unbutton your blouse. "Keep them closed, baby..." He saw your eyelids flutter in the full length mirror in front of you both. He pulled your blouse off and let it fall to the floor, swiftly followed by your bra. Your jeans and panties soon came down your legs too, and he brought himself back up minus his T shirt.. his now bare chest hair tickling your back making you giggle.

His hands explored your upper whole body... Pressing your breasts, kneading them gently and loving hearing the moans of complete passion emitting from your beautiful lips... Before sinking a hand down to rest between your thighs, gently tapping them to allow him access. Happily granting it, he sunk a finger down to collect as much moisture as he could before circling your clit expertly, knowing exactly how to make you squirm underneath him. Holding you firmly round the waist with one hand, as the other mercilessly assaulted the small bundle of nerves between your legs, you squeezed your eyes closer together and allowed your head to fall back onto his shoulder. You couldn't move from the waist down, he had such a tight grip on you.

"Fuck... Cill... Keep going.. don't stop... Oh god..." He smiled, kissing into your bare neck as your moans became louder, he could feel your core burning now... You felt your orgasm screaming from inside as Cillian increased the pace.

"I've got you... Open those eyes baby.. watch yourself cum on my fingers, yeah?" You opened them to see yourself in the mirror, Cillians hand buried between your thighs and you couldn't help but feel the pure eroticism from it - fuck his hand looked good there.... Within seconds you could feel that orgasm approaching, no stopping it, it completely drowned you as your tried to buck your hips, held in place by Cillians strong arms. He swiftly inserted two fingers inside you, feeling your walls clench around them as you came hard over his hand. Twitching those fingers upwards slightly to find that sweet spot, making you cry out again.

"No more.... I wanna taste you now..." You span round to face him and kissed him, tongues clashing together as you fiddled with the buttons on his jeans - his erection clear as day through the fabric. They dropped to the floor and you followed, still in front of the mirror as you took him down your throat, teeth catching along the way gently. His hands coming to rest in your hair.

"Ah... Holy fuck y/n..." You groaned into his cock as your hands rolled his balls between your fingers, emitting more groans from above you. "Stop baby... Need to fuck you now y/n... Let me in yeah..." He lifted you up to stand again, before backing you onto the bed. Opening your legs he lined himself up and pushed inside, condoms long gone since you'd moved in together. If it happened, it happened.

Taking it slow, he moved his hips against yours, trying to find that sweet spot inside again. He heard you gasp, there it was. Your fingernails dug into his back, and his thrusts became almost maniacal - he was pounding you with reckless abandon now, making your screams echo off the walls. Thank fuck your neighbours weren't home... He wasn't holding back now - sitting up on his knees, he lifted your hips for deeper access, thumb rubbing your swollen clit to bring you your second orgasm. You clenched your cunt round his cock hard, squeezing him, watching his eyes squint and mouth gasp as you did..

"Need to cum y/n... Cum with me.... Let me feel it all over me...."

"I'm coming... I am... Baby I'm gonna..." You had no voice now as your second orgasm exploded through you, and Cillians followed with a loud groan as he collapsed on top of you, kisses raining back down your neck, gentler this time. Lifting his head to rest it over yours, he looked into your eyes softly.

"Don't ever feel like you're not enough for me y/n... Promise me?" You nodded in agreement.

"Don't trade me in for a younger model when I turn 40, and you've got a deal Mr Murphy." You tried to hold back a laugh but couldn't help it, both of you now chuckling.

"Don't get Botox or any of that crazy weird shit, and you've got a deal."

"Don't be coming near me with ANYTHING from Ann Summers, and you've got a deal." He pouted. Clearly busted looking at the costumes online.

Both of you fell silent. A comfortable silence that you both sank into, before rolling under the covers to nap together.

"You're stuck with me now, you know that? I'm agentless, I might never work again!" He laughed again, and so did you.

"That's okay, save a fortune on childcare." He smiled. That was true. After spending so much time away from his boys as young kids, he was looking forward to spending as much time as possible with a new baby, if they were lucky enough to have one together. Despite his age, he felt he had plenty of time left for another baby.

"I hope it happens, you'll be an amazing mother y/n. I can't wait." A loving hand over your, for now empty, stomach, you felt butterflies. Embracing him as he lay behind you, you both fell into a deep sleep, surrounded by dreams of your own little family.

@queenshelby @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @cloudofdisney @margoo0 @being-worthy

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sickficsforthesoul · 3 years

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Here is a second prompt!

Epileptic Suga having a seizure for the first time in front of the first years, maybe in a tougher situation to handle like a bus ride 👀

-Lu

This one took me a little while, but it's done now, so enjoy! As mentioned in a prior post, this fic is part of the Setter Health Conditions (SHC) universe, so it might be referenced in other fics taking place in the universe. (Fun fact, this fic was originally titled "Into the Sugaverse" before I edited the title to be less cryptic.)

That One Bus Trip

Epileptic Suga with caretaker Daichi

Word count: 3447 words

Daichi was stressed. That wasn’t a new thing, though. With three siblings and two very busy parents, Daichi’s life was near-constant chaos. Though right now, the current cause of Daichi’s stress was sitting right next to him. Suga was curled up against Daichi on the bus seat. They were driving home from a weekend training camp in Tokyo. It was only early evening, but Suga looked quite sleepy leaning against Daichi’s arm.

“Are you okay, Suga?” Daichi asked quietly. They were seated near the back of the bus to keep an eye on everyone. The first years sat in the row in front of Daichi and Suga, and Daichi didn’t want to broadcast Suga’s private business to them (or anyone else on the bus, for that matter).

“Yeah,” Suga groaned as he shifted against Daichi’s arm. “Just feeling kind of off, ya know?”

Daichi’s eyes widened in alarm. “What kind of “off,” Suga? Like off off?”

“Off off,” Suga agreed, pressing the side of his face into Daichi’s club jacket.

“Do you want me to get someone?” Daichi muttered urgently.

This wasn’t good. Feeling off off was how Suga liked to refer to having an aura, and an aura meant a seizure was coming soon. And to make matters worse, they were on a bus, hours away from home. If Suga had a seizure now, it would be chaos. Everyone would panic because only Daich, Asahi, and Mr. Takeda knew about Suga’s epilepsy (Daichi wasn’t sure if Coach Ukai knew, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Suga never mentioned his condition. Suga was very shy about sharing his epilepsy with others. It had taken Daichi and Asahi cornering a first year Suga in the locker room after a particularly long practice to get Suga to tell them anything, and they were some of Suga’s closest friends.)

“No,” Suga murmured. “I have my medication. I’ll take it, so hopefully, things won’t get too bad.”

Suga leaned forward and rummaged through the bag at his feet, producing a medicine bottle seconds later. Daichi grabbed a water bottle from his own bag and presented it to Suga, who took it gratefully. Suga shook out one pill from the bottle and swallowed it down with a gulp of water. He handed the bottle back to Daichi and bent down to his bag again.

Daichi turned to his bag to distract himself from all the possible futures flashing through his mind. Even though Suga had taken his medication, that didn’t guarantee nothing would happen. Similar to migraine prevention medication, Suga’s medicine only worked some of the time. Daichi was praying to every deity in existence that it would work this time because he hated Suga seizing in any circumstance, but especially on a bus with their loud, emotional teammates. Suga didn’t seem too panicked on the surface, but Daichi was keenly aware of the setter’s clenched hands and furrowed brow. Suga was worried too, but he was far too prideful to ever tell anyone directly.

“Let me know if you need anything,” Daichi ordered, voice low to keep their conversation discreet.

“Okay,” Suga yawned, “I think I’m gonna take a nap. This medicine always makes me drowsy.”

“Alright,” Daichi nodded slightly. “Just try to stay calm. Getting worked up will only make everything worse.”

“I know, Daichi,” Suga huffed good-naturedly. “I’ve been dealing with this for years. I think I know how to take care of myself.”

Daich chuckled and patted Suga’s head with his free hand. “I know, I know. But I’m still worried, you know. I’m your best friend and your captain. I think I have the right to worry about you sometimes.”

“You’re such a dad, Daichi,” Suga snickered mischievously. “Dad... Daichi… Oh! Dadchi! From now on, I’m gonna call you Dadchi.”

Daichi sighed wearily. “How can you be so responsible one minute and then so childish the next?”

“It’s a gift,” Suga smiled goofily. Then a yawn escaped his mouth, and he blinked slowly.

“Take a nap, Suga,” Daichi said, slipping off his jacket to drape over the setter. “You’re tired, and it’ll make you feel better.”

Suga hummed in agreement, leaning against Daichi’s side and snuggling under the jacket. He sighed contently and closed his eyes. Within minutes, Suga was sleeping comfortably against Daichi’s shoulder. Daichi smiled at the sight, silently resigning himself to being Suga’s pillow for the rest of the bus ride. They still had over three hours left until they reached Karasuno High School, so Daichi was hoping Suga would be able to take a good, long nap until they arrived.

With Suga sleeping soundly, Daichi could finally relax. He gazed out the window at the setting sun, admiring the beautiful colors as the sun disappeared from the sky. Suga’s body was warm, Daichi noticed. Not feverish, but warm enough to keep Daichi’s body pleasantly warm as well. The bus was also fairly quiet. Most of their teammates were either reading or playing video games (even Kageyama was attempting to work a DS after Hinata’s incessant nagging). After two days of grueling training, Daichi’s body was begging for a break, and between the warmth and quiet murmurings of his teammates, Daichi felt himself nodding off too. His head drooped against Suga’s, and Daichi was asleep almost instantly.

When Daichi awoke, he noticed light flashing through the very dark bus. Lifting his head drowsily, Daichi quickly found the light source. Someone (probably Tanaka or Noya) had brought a portable DVD player onto the bus, and everyone (minus Suga, Daichi, and Asahi, who had donned an eyemask and fell asleep sometime after Daichi had) was gathered around it watching a movie of some sort.

Daichi yawned and pulled out his phone. He sent a quick text to Ennoshita asking about what movie they were watching. Ennoshita replied with the title (“Into the Spider-Verse,” apparently) along with what he’d missed so far. The movie was only a third of the way done, so Daichi hadn’t missed too much. Suga was still sleeping soundly, so Daichi didn’t dare move. He couldn’t see the movie, but that was fine so long as Suga was asleep and calm.

Suga continued to sleep for another half hour at least while Daichi ignored the DVD player in favor of looking at his phone. During that time, Ennoshita texted frequent updates on the movie, summarizing the plot, characters, and visuals with stunning clarity. Daichi would occasionally see some bright flashes of light, but he was too focused on his phone to register the problem the lights might pose. Daichi was snickering at the reveal of Doctor Octavius when Suga stirred next to him.

“You’re up, huh?” Daichi murmured to a drowsy Suga.

“Yeah…” Suga yawned, eyes still shut.

“Are you feeling better?” Daichi asked gently.

“A little, yeah,” Suga hummed, shifting to a sitting position and cracking open his eyes.

“That’s good, at least,” Daichi smiled, reaching over to grab his jacket from Suga’s lap.

“I guess,” Suga sighed, his brown eyes still half-lidded with exhaustion. “What’s going on?”

“We’re watching a movie. Into the Spider-Verse, apparently.” Daichi lifted his phone to show Suga the screen. “Ennoshita’s been keeping me updated. He’s actually pretty good at it too.”

Suga grabbed the phone and scrolled to the beginning of Ennoshita’s recent texts. He took a moment to read before handing the phone back to Daichi. “You’re right. He is pretty good. Is the movie still on?”

“Yes,” Daichi nodded, “The DVD player’s in the aisle. We can watch it if we move over a little.”

“Let’s watch it,” Suga replied. “It’s not like we have anything better to do right now.”

“Okay,” Daichi agreed easily, sliding over into the aisle to watch the movie. Suga moved too, taking Daichi’s now-vacant seat.

They settled down to watch the movie without much trouble. The occasional bright flash made Suga wince and turn away for a moment, but the instances were infrequent, so Daichi didn’t think much of them. Suga seemed to be enjoying the movie too. He laughed at the jokes and fawned over the action sequences. Daichi wasn’t surprised. He’d known about Suga’s nerdy side for a while now.

To be fair, Daichi was also enjoying the movie. The soundtrack and animation were very well done, and Daichi was always a sucker for action movies. Perhaps that was why Daichi forgot about the danger the movie could pose to Suga. Daichi was so absorbed in the movie that he failed to notice Suga’s furrowed brows and rapidly paling face. The final straw for Suga’s fragile health was the collider scene. The frantic, aggressive flashes of light sent Suga’s body headfirst into an epileptic episode.

At first, Daichi thought Suga was just shivering. Small trembles wracked Suga’s frame, but when the trembles grew stronger and more sporadic, Daichi became concerned. Turning away from the DVD player, he squinted through the dark at his best friend, and what Daichi saw was horrible. Suga’s body spasmed erratically while Suga’s eyes were blown wide with panic and distress. Tears slipped down Suga’s cheeks as a soft whine escaped his mouth. Suga’s eyes settled on Daichi, silently begging for help.

Daichi was panicking, but Suga needed him, so he had to focus. Daichi quickly wrapped his jacket around Suga’s head and neck, creating a cushion to protect the vulnerable areas during Suga’s thrashing. Then he carefully scooted Suga’s body farther into the seat, so he wouldn’t fall off and hit something against the bus floor. With Suga in a secure position, there was nothing left to do now but time the seizure and wait for it to end. Daichi hated this part the most because he was powerless to help his best friend.

Their teammates slowly started to notice that something was wrong. Suga’s breathing was irregular and audible over the movie to the people sitting near Daichi and Suga. Ennoshita sent him a text a minute later to make sure everything was okay. Daich responded with a cryptic text that told Ennoshita something was wrong but didn’t specify what. Naturally, Ennoshita sent more texts, each becoming more and more worried, though he thankfully had the sense to keep his inquiries in texts instead of voicing them aloud.

Suga’s trembles finally slowed, and Daichi checked the clock on his phone. The seizure had lasted for just over two minutes. While not ideal, the seizure was still under five minutes. Seizures lasting longer than five minutes tended to be the most dangerous ones, so at least Suga avoided that.

Now that the seizure was over, Daichi needed to get Suga help. So Daichi got to his feet and walked down the bus aisle. Most of his teammates grumbled in annoyance, but Daichi caught the worried gazes of Ennoshita and his seatmate Kinoshita. He gave them a small smile, hoping to convey that things were getting better, but the duo still looked worried. Daichi continued on his trek and finally reached the front of the bus. Thankfully, Coach Ukai was driving while Mr. Takeda was helping Coach Ukai navigate from the front bus seat.

“Mr. Takeda?” Daichi leaned towards the club advisor, keeping his voice low.

“Daichi?!” Mr. Takeda yelped in surprise, but he quickly fell silent once he saw Daichi’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“Suga had an… episode,” Daichi whispered to the club advisor.

“An episode?” Mr. Takeda blinked in confusion. “What kind of episo- Oh!” Mr. Takeda lowered his voice out of courtesy to Suga and his privacy. “Suga had an epileptic episode?”

“Yeah,” Daichi sighed tiredly. “His seizure lasted for a little more than two minutes. He’s resting now, but we should take him to a hospital to get checked out.”

“Of course!” Mr. Takeda nearly shouted again. “I’ll let Coach know right away! Do you need any help with Suga?”

“I don’t think so,” Daichi shook his head. “I just might need help getting him off the bus when we get to the hospital.”

“Alright. I’ll find the nearest hospital and tell Coach to get us there as soon as possible. Can you keep Suga comfortable until we arrive?” Mr. Takeda asked.

“I’ll take good care of him,” Daichi replied firmly.

“I’m sure you will,” Mr. Takeda agreed before he moved to the driver’s seat to let Coach Ukai know about the change of plans.

Daichi returned to his seat swiftly, anxious from leaving Suga alone for so long. Suga was still lying across their seats, but he was conscious and relatively alert because he turned his head when Daichi got back to their seats. Daichi sat in the aisle to keep an eye on Suga, rubbing the setter’s ankle soothingly. Daichi and Suga stayed like that until the bus pulled into a hospital parking lot.

Cries of confusion and irritation broke out until Mr. Takeda silenced them with an uncharacteristically stern stare. “Move out of the aisles, everyone. The paramedics need to use them.”

Everyone obeyed immediately, but looks of confusion were etched on most of their teammates’ faces. Two paramedics boarded their bus, with Mr. Takeda directing them back to Suga and Daichi’s seats. Daichi moved out of their way, helping them pull Suga into the larger paramedic’s arms. Suga remained limp in the paramedic’s hold, though his eyes darted over to Daichi as the paramedics carried him away. Daichi waved reassuringly, and Suga flashed him a brief smile before his eyes fell shut. That caused the paramedics to panic and rush off the bus. Daichi watched them place Suga on a waiting stretcher from the bus window, and then his best friend disappears into the large white building with the paramedics.

They weren’t allowed to see Suga for the next few hours. Their teammates’ confusion had morphed into shock and despair once they realized that something was wrong with Suga. The first and second years badgered Daichi and Asahi relentlessly until they finally caved, informing the team of Suga’s epilepsy. Daichi also explained why Suga was currently in the hospital, and Tanaka looked guiltier by the second. Daichi reached out a hand and rubbed the spiker’s shoulder, explaining that it wasn’t Tanaka’s fault. He didn’t know about Suga’s epilepsy until a few minutes ago, so there was no way for him to know how dangerous the movie would be for his vice-captain to watch. Tanaka still moped in his hospital chair until they were finally allowed to see Suga.

It was very early morning when a nurse approached their group with information about Suga. She pulled Mr. Takeda and Coach Ukai away for a few minutes to inform them of Suga’s condition. With Suga’s parents out of the country for work, they were acting as Suga’s legal guardians while he was in the hospital. Daichi waited with the team until the two adults returned to their group.

“Suga will be fine, everyone,” Mr. Takeda smiled exhaustedly. The events of the night had taken a visible toll on him. “He was just dehydrated and exhausted. He’s on an IV right now to get some fluids and nutrients into his system, but he’ll be okay after getting some rest.”

“He’ll be released soon,” Coach Ukai continued gruffly. “They’re just waiting until his IV is done. We should be out of here in an hour or so.”

“Can we see him?!” Nishinoya and Hinata asked eagerly.

“Yes,” Mr. Takeda laughed at their antics, “but you have to be quiet, ok? Suga might be asleep, and we shouldn’t wake him if he is.”

“Yes sir!” The duo nodded before dashing down the hallway.

“Wait!” Mr. Takeda let out a panicked cry. “You don’t even know Suga’s room number!”

Mr. Takeda chased after the two, and soon the entire team was running down the hospital hallway to Suga’s room. Mr. Takeda directed them to take two flights of stairs and a long corridor to reach Suga’s room. Unsurprisingly, Hinata and Nishinoya were the first to the door, with Kageyama and Tanaka not far behind. Mr. Takeda caught up with them, forcing them to wait until everyone had gathered to open the door. Daichi pushed his way to the front of the group, citing his captain status. Suga was his best friend, and he was going invoke his captain rights if it let him see Suga faster.

Mr. Takeda opened the door, and the Karasuno VBC filed into the room silently. Daichi stared at Suga as he entered. Suga was awake and sitting up in his bed. He looked exhausted, but his face had color, and he looked much better than he had hours ago. Suga watched them all carefully, offering them a wave. The IV in his elbow bounced in time with Suga’s wave. Once everyone was settled into the room, Suga gave them a warm Suga-Smile™.

“Hey, guys,” Suga said with exhausted but genuine enthusiasm. “What’s up?”

“SUGA!!!!” Hinata, Nishinoya, and Tanaka yelled, launching themselves at Suga.

They piled themselves on top of a shocked Suga, but he was quick to pull the trio into a warm hug.

“You scared us, Suga,” Daichi said quietly as he sat on the side of Suga’s bed.

“Sorry. I should have told someone earlier,” Suga sighed, snuggling into the cuddlepile on his lap.

“It’s not your fault, Suga,” Asahi hummed from the other side of Suga’s bed. “You can’t control your epilepsy.”

“I guess so… But I still feel bad for scaring you guys like that,” Suga confessed, eyes full of guilt.

“It’s okay, Suga,” Hinata chirped from the cuddle pile. “We’re just glad that you’re okay!”

“Thanks, Hinata,” Suga laughed into the blocker’s red hair.

“Hinata’s right,” Ennoshita chimed in. “I just wished you’d told us about your epilepsy earlier.”

“I know I should have, and I’m really sorry.” Suga bowed his head in apology. “I just hate talking about it. Daichi and Asahi basically had to kidnap me to get me to tell them about it.”

“Is that true, Daichi?” Nishinoya asked excitedly.

“I guess so…” Daichi laughed awkwardly. “In our defense, Suga was very stubborn. That was the only way we got Suga to talk to us instead of changing the topic.”

“Was I really that bad?” Suga cocked his head to the side.

“You were,” Asahi nodded solemnly. “I didn’t think we’d ever get you to tell us anything.”

“You’re always so negative, Asahi.” Suga poked the ace’s arm lightly. “It’s that negativity goatee, I swear.”

“My goatee has nothing to do with it!” Asahi whined sadly.

Suga giggled lightly at his friends, and Suga’s laugh was always infectious. The cuddle pile trio was giggling too, and then Daichi and Asahi joined in as well. Soon, the entire team was laughing, even Mr. Takeda and Coach Ukai. The previous events were long and stressful, so now everyone was finally relaxing a little.

The team chatted amongst themselves quietly until a nurse entered the room to check Suga’s IV. She declared that it was done and swiftly removed the needle from Suga’s elbow before the setter could even process what was happening. The nurse left the room for a moment and returned with a wheelchair for Suga to sit in. Hinata, Nishinoya, and Tanaka clambered off Suga’s lap, so Daichi and Asahi could help Suga into the wheelchair. They wheeled Suga out to the bus and got him situated on a bus seat near the front, so the adults could keep an eye on him. Daichi also sat beside Suga to help him if need be.

Everyone boarded the bus, and they were on their way back to Miyagi. Suga leaned his head on Daichi’s shoulder, eyes heavy with sleep.

“Daichi,” he yawned heavily. “Thanks for everything today.”

Daichi smiled tiredly at his best friend. “Sure. I’m always here for you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I do,” Suga hummed happily. “I’m glad you’re such a good friend.”

“Thanks, Suga.” Daichi yawned as well. “You’re a pretty good friend too.”

“You’re still better,” Suga teased lightly before a big yawn escaped his mouth.

“And you’re still exhausted. Get some rest. I’ll wake you up when we get back,” Daichi said softly.

“Thanks, Daichi,” Suga murmured as his eyes slipped shut.

“Any time, Suga,” Daichi whispered as he felt his eyes grow heavier by the second. He leaned his head on top of Suga’s. The adults would wake them when they got to the school, Daichi reasoned before his eyes shut completely. Karasuno’s captain was asleep in a matter of seconds, taking a well-deserved nap after the chaos of the past few hours. The bus wouldn’t arrive for a few hours, and Daichi was content to nap with his best friend as the bus rolled on through the night.

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thesewordsareallihavetogive · 4 years

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Roommates - Theo x Reader

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Summary: y/n’s landlord is increasing her rent once her lease is up. She has two options: move out or find a roommate. Theo, coincidentally, is looking for a new apartment.

Word count: 2105

Warnings: cursing, theo being a total house husband

a/n: and they were roommates

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“So then he finds out that Leia is his sister and- y/n, are you even listening?” Stiles cut himself off and looked over to where the y/h/c was nervously bouncing her leg. y/n’s head snapped up when she heard her name, nearly dropping her phone in the process.

“Uh, yeah, of course! I just um, keep going, I’m listening,” she replied unconvincingly. Her odd behavior caught the attention of the rest of the pack - not that they were really paying much attention to Stiles’s retelling of Star Wars: Return of the Jedi - causing the previous conversation to be forgotten.

“Okay, spill. There’s a handful of mostly human polygraphs in here and you’re a terrible liar. What’s up?” Malia grilled, looking at y/n expectantly.

“It’s really nothing, everything’s fine,” y/n squeaked out, her ability to lie getting worse and worse with each word. After receiving another pointed look from Malia, she finally cracked. “Ugh, fine. I just got an email from my landlord that he’s bumping up the rent when my lease is up and I can’t afford to stay there by myself anymore,” y/n ranted. The group, minus y/n, glanced around at each other with frowns. Each and every one of them would drop everything to help y/n, but it just so happened that they were all already stuck in leases or didn’t have any extra rooms at their homes. After a few moments of silence, Theo piped up.

“I could be your roommate and split the rent if you want,” he offered nonchalantly. Stiles looked between Theo and y/n as if they’d both grown two heads. Before y/n could decline the offer, Theo continued. “My lease is almost up and your place is much nicer anyways. It’s a win win,” Theo pointed out casually and leaned back deeper into the cushions.

An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment as y/n mulled it over. It wasn’t a horrible idea. Having a chimera as a roommate was basically like having a top-of-the-line security system. Plus, between being a full-time student and working part-time, y/n was hardly home so it didn’t really matter who her roommate was, just as long as they did their fair share of chores.

“Sure, why not,” y/n replied warmly.

It had been about a month since Theo moved in. Aside from sleeping, y/n had spent very little time at their now shared apartment. If she wasn’t at school or working, she was spending time with the pack, which felt like a full time job in and of itself. Too bad they weren’t getting paid to keep the whole damn city safe. For what felt like the first time in months, y/n finally had an entire weekend off. No looming deadlines from her classes. No long and grueling shifts for work. No supernatural threats.

When she got home that Friday night she dropped her purse by the door, toed her shoes off halfway through the room, and unceremoniously flopped down onto the couch, sighing loudly as she did so.

“Well hello to you too,” Theo called as he entered the room stealthily. y/n jumped, startled by his presence.

“Jesus, I didn’t even know you were home. What are you, a ninja?” y/n asked, chest heaving slightly.

“Something like that,” Theo smirked, earning an unimpressed eye-roll from y/n. Theo moved to sit down on the couch next to her, making sure to leave a respectful distance between their bodies, and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. “So, you’ve been busy,” Theo began, striking up a light conversation. y/n snorted and leaned her head back into the cushions.

“You’ve got that right,” y/n groaned, running a hand through her tousled hair. The last thing y/n expected when Theo moved in was for him to be willing to hear her vent about school and work, but he actually seemed to enjoy the conversation and company. She told him about her lazy group project members and the sleazy old men who came to the diner she waitressed at. She told him how poetic justice had been served when one particularly disgruntled customer slipped and fell on the drink that he’d intentionally spilled when a waitress wouldn’t give him her number. Theo actually laughed in response to that story, his gleeful chuckle brought a warm smile to y/n’s face.

“I didn’t mean to unload on you, thanks for listening though,” y/n finished shyly. Theo brushed off her comment.

“That was entertaining, thank you,” Theo replied with his signature grin. y/n felt heat rise to her cheeks but turned away before Theo could notice.

“Anyways… as much as I’d love to not move from this couch for the next 48 hours, I should probably clean up a bit. I’ve been a pretty shitty roommate,” y/n grimaced as she forced herself off of the couch. Theo gave her a puzzled look and patted the spot next to him on the couch, rolling his eyes when she seemed unwilling to sit back down.

“You’ve hardly been here since I moved in. I don’t think you’ve eaten a meal here, much less made a mess. Except for maybe your shoes in the middle of the floor,” he pointed out, gesturing towards her anti-slip waitressing sneakers. y/n’s face continued to burn as she moved to kick the shoes towards the shoe rack by the door. Naturally, she turned to sarcasm as a defense mechanism.

“What shoes? I don’t see any shoes,” y/n quipped slyly, waltzing back across the room to once again sink into the couch. Theo chuckled wordlessly at her antics and tore his eyes away from her to look at the TV.

“Friends or The Office?”

As luck would have it, y/n’s free weekend was short lived and the following Monday she was back to her never ending stream of school work and back-to-back work shifts. Fortunately, she was able to run home during her lunch break and wisely chose to use the time for a well-deserved nap. As she pulled out her keys to open the apartment door, she heard mechanical humming coming from inside. Truth be told, she had yet to figure out what kind of roommate Theo was, much less come close to understanding the walking enigma, so she had no idea what she was about to walk into. Was he building something? Did he figure out a way to bring the dread doctors back? Was he doing something unspeakable with a lady friend that would surely scar y/n for years to come?

As y/n mentally prepared herself for the horror movie that she was expecting to walk into, she inserted her keys in the lock. I need a fucking nap, whatever weird shit going on behind this door be damned. She pushed the door open with tense shoulders and hesitantly peered into the apartment. There stood Theo. Not holding any tools, not actively in cahoots with the nightmarish scientists that occupied part of their high school days, and (thank God) fully clothed...

But vacuuming.

Her murderous, half-human, former dirt bag roommate was vacuuming. Like a bona fide house husband.

Theo heard the door softly close shut behind y/n and he turned to face her, unplugging the vacuum machine in the process.

“What’s with all of this?” y/n asked hesitantly, gesturing vaguely to the vacuum cleaner and the various cleaning supplies set out on the coffee table. Theo glanced at the area around him, proud of his work.

“I had some time to kill so I figured I’d clean up a bit. I’m pretty much done now so I shouldn’t bother you if you’re studying or…” he trailed off, giving y/n an opportunity to fill in the blank.

“Ha, I probably should, but no. I will be dead asleep for the next thirty minutes and then I have to head to the diner for a double shift,” she groaned and shrugged off her jacket as she made her way towards her room. Considering the fact that it was only noon on a Monday, y/n seemed far too tired. Theo frowned for a moment and genuinely considered going to have nice civilized chats with her manager and professors. That’s probably a bad idea though. Unless...

For some reason unbeknownst to y/n, her professors had begun to show some mercy in the number of papers and projects they assigned. Her manager at the diner even offered to decrease the hours she worked each week if she was feeling overwhelmed. Theo wore a knowing grin when a joyful y/n came home one day and explained this all to him. If y/n caught his mischievous smirk, she certainly didn’t call him out on it. With all of her newfound free time, y/n decided that she wanted to host a pack movie night at their apartment.

“Alright, the pizza is on the way and Scott is bringing snacks. We should probably get the movie set up before Stiles gets here and somehow convinces us all to watch Star Wars again,” y/n rattled off while she paced the apartment to make sure everything was in order. “I washed a bunch of blankets earlier, could you take them out of the dryer and put them on the couch?” y/n requested as she anxiously walked to the kitchen and began pulling out plates and cups. Theo nodded gently as he popped into the kitchen to check things out.

“Don’t stress too much. As long as there’s people and pizza, everyone will be happy,” Theo said, attempting to ease her anxiety. y/n smiled lightly at his words and took a deep breath. Lately he seemed to have some magical ability to calm her down. Theo left the kitchen to take care of the blankets while y/n put together a makeshift snack bar, complete with plates, bowls for snacks, and beer. The pizza and most of the pack arrived just as y/n and Theo were finishing up with their respective jobs. The pizza delivery boy seemed a little scared by the tall, muscled men and tiny but mighty women surrounding him so she gave him a decent tip and rolled her eyes at her friends’ naturally intimidating nature. After y/n ushered them all inside and set the pizza down on the kitchen counter, she joined the rest of the pack in the living room. To her surprise, the blankets had been neatly set out around the room and folded with expert precision. She sent Theo an impressed smile and winked when she thought no one was looking.

Stiles was the last to arrive and much to his disappointment Ghostbusters had already been set up on the TV. It didn’t take long for everyone to grab food and get situated around the living room, so by the time y/n was done buzzing around the apartment like a madwoman to get everything situated there was only one spot left on the couch. y/n knew that her friends - aside from Stiles - weren’t actively trying to hurt Theo’s feelings, but seeing him tucked into the corner of the couch distanced away from everyone pained her more than she’d admit.

So, she did what any good friend would do. Not only did she gladly take the spot on the couch next to him, but she also casually tossed her legs over his and covered the two of them with a blanket. The action definitely earned her a few raised eyebrows, including from Theo, but no one dared to call them out. y/n was able to easily ignore the sideways glances they earned throughout the course of the movie, mostly because she had fallen asleep about 15 minutes in. By the end of the movie her head had fallen to lazily rest on Theo's shoulder and he had subconsciously pulled her in closer to his side.

After the movie finished and they spent some time catching up, the rest of the pack began to trickle out of y/n and Theo’s apartment. Lydia was the last to leave so she offered to lock the door behind her so that Theo wouldn’t have to move and wake y/n. Lydia tossed out a few stray cups on her way out the door, and because she was never one to tell secrets, she definitely didn’t send the girls a picture of Theo and y/n now both passed out and cuddling on the couch.

a/n: this seemed like a great idea in the shower and now i’m not sure i even like it but i hope you enjoyed :)

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mlqcconfessions · 4 years

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So i think tumblr sent my ask before I could even tell you what’s on my mind. Lol. Oh well. Let me start over, heyyyy!! So big fan of your blog here. ☺️💙 Never fail to brighten my day. May I ask, how do you think it would be like if MC isn’t a producer but have a different job? (Like say, a medic or whatnot) How will she be able to interact with the guys (and possibly fall in love with them?)

Thanks for the request! Sorry this took so long to answer.

To make things interesting, I gave MC the boys’ occupations (minus Shaw, because he doesn’t have a clear job(?) yet). There may be slight spoilers regarding certain backstories. Also, MC will already be in a relationship with the guys.

Enjoy!

MLQC Headcanon - More Jobs than Barbie

Victor (MC as *police officer*)

Victor wasn’t always supportive of you joining the police force

He was concerned that you would be overworked by the other seniors in the station (but who would dare to, honestly)

But when he saw how passionate you were, he quickly changed his mind

He technically owns a part of the station? (as a part of a partnership with LFG)

Despite his extremely busy schedule as THE CEO of THE LFG, he always finds time to pack you lunch

He won’t hear any excuses as to why you had to settle for 3 choux buns today

“Victor, we were trailing a suspect!”

“If you faint on the job, it’s a bother to your co-workers” (he says while feeding you his homemade fried rice)

He was irritated one day when he noticed you came home without your lunch box

“Oh, Tony (bringing back the LEGEND) forgot his, so I shared mine with him”

“........did you now....”

You know that face too well

“Don’t worry! I made him promise to return it tomorrow” (Dummy, that’s not the issue here)

The next day, Victor didn’t leave a lunch box on the table like usual

Maybe it’s because Tony still has my lunch box?

You went to your shift without giving it much thought

Lunchtime came around, but you still didn’t have anything to eat

“MC? Here’s your lunch box” (you turned around to see Tony standing there with your box)

“Ah, thanks!”

“Uh...if you don’t have any plans, do you wanna go eat somewhere?”

“Yeah sure, I didn’t bring food anyways!”

“Who says you don’t have food?”

A chilling voice suddenly appears behind you

“Vi-Victor?” (Tony’s jaw drops in fear)

He’s holding a lunch box you’ve never seen before, stacked with 3 layers of cooking by Souvenir’s finest

He tosses your old lunch box back to Tony

“She won’t be needing this anymore”

Kiro (MC as *neurologist*)

Your work as a scientist was demanding, without a doubt

But it’s not as tiring as answering Kiro’s endless array of questions

“MC! What does this one do?” (Kiro, stop pressing those)

“Will this turn my hair purple?” (Kiro, that’s anesthesia)

“Look at this! My knee is going all bouncy!” (Kiro, put that reflex hammer down)

It’s like setting a kindergartener loose in a zoo

It’s not like you hated him being there when you worked

If anything, it was really adorable (especially when he looked at you so intently with those bright, shining sapphire eyes)

He has his own corner in your lab (he spent 5 days decorating it)

He bought a mini-fridge to hold the sweets, and a pantry for the chips

He doesn’t visit ALL the time, though (and it actually feels lonely without him)

When he has work, he would call beforehand (he says you can eat the cake on the top shelf of the fridge)

Kiro likes taking naps on the couch by your desk

It was originally meant for YOU to use (something about letting your brain rest along with your body)

But he’s the one sleeping in it (Savin has to drag him out when he has a schedule)

Because he’s not authorized to handle the materials in your lab, he just stands close to you while you work

But he INSISTS on wearing a lab coat like yours

“We’re matching, MC! Do I look like a scientist?”

One day he brought stole glasses from his stylist because he wanted to look smarter (gosh he’s precious)

He spends so much time at the center that all the other scientists keep expecting him

Some of them were fans of Kiro, and figured out the way to his heart was by feeding him food

Which was a lie, since the only person he opened his heart to was you

He just doesn’t turn down food

Lucien (MC as *CEO*)

He was always proud to call you his fiancée, especially when you’re running such a huge company as its CEO

Lucien’s job as a neurologist and researcher meant he wasn’t able to be with you for long (and same with you)

You became so lonely that you decided to invest in Lucien’s lab

“MC, are you sure you don’t want to discuss this with Anna and the others?”

“Yeah! I’m just happy I get to see you more often now!”

Lucien laughs softly (What am I going to do with this sunshine)

But that doesn’t mean you’re terrible at your job

If anything, your ability to run one of the biggest companies in Loveland is immeasurable

Before your father passed, he made sure to teach you everything there is to know about entrepreneurship

Thanks to him, and with the help of your trusted employees, you’ve never ran into major problems

You’re happy with your job, and satisfied that you can continue what your father did when he was alive

Plus, you get more time with Lucien

He sometimes visits your office to give reports on how the various projects the lab is working on (it gives you a boost every time)

“Wait, hold that pose!” *click

When he’s reporting, he always changes out of his usual lab coat and into a suit (because he is meeting his “Boss”, after all)

And you take OOTD pictures to save in your hard drive

He never says anything about it

In fact, he enjoys it as much as you do

He loves it even more when your face turns red after Minor walks in on your photoshoot session

“HA HA! Boss, have you been doing this every time Mr. Xu comes?”

You say nothing, and just bury your face on your desk

Lucien doesn’t say anything either, but the smile on his face marginally grows more sinister

Minor senses something is wrong and nearly drops the files he was holding

“We-well, have fun Boss!” (he dashes out the door in an instant)

You look up and see Lucien tidying your messy hair

“What’s wrong with Minor?” (didn’t he bring the files I need to sign?)

“(he tucks your hair behind your ears and smiles) Hmm.... who knows?”

Gavin (MC as *idol*)

He had heard from his sources (Minor) that you graduated Loveland University with a major in the performing arts

He knew you would pursue this field from the beginning

After all, he would listen in on your rehearsals for the plays in high school (he never told you, of course)

He was afraid that you might be uncomfortable if he was there, with all the rumors going around about him

That’s why he never attended any of your plays (he paid no mind to Minor’s constant begging)

Instead he liked sitting on the theater roof, happily drowning himself in your voice (the same voice that saved him that day, when he discovered his Evol)

The day you reunited with him was when you were filming a show outside

He had to do a double-take when he saw you surrounded by cameras and fans (Isn’t that guy getting a little TOO close??)

You actually spotted him too, but pretended not to (you were still caught over the scary rumors about the upperclassman)

But that was nearly a year ago

Now the two of you are in a relationship (something neither of you thought was possible)

He knew you weren’t allowed to date publicly because of scandals, but he still wanted to show off his beautiful “Ginkgo” (which is what your name is saved as on his phone)

The only other person who knows is Minor

He doesn’t go around blabbing about it, but he does tease Gavin any chance he gets

“Hey, Gavin. Guess what I have for you (he hands a limited issue of your exclusive magazine)? There was only 1 copy left, and I got it for you. Now you can go brag to your cop friends”

Gavin promptly yanks the magazine away from Minor, who has an unbelievable grin on his face

“Shut it”

He doesn’t give back the magazine, though

This was such an interesting prompt to write! Thanks to @aliaisreal for the amazing request!

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cinnonym · 3 years

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take the day off, get a massage (cause we've got this one all under control)

Written for Day 8 - Winter Solstice of 12 Days of Supercorp @supercorpbb

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***

9:15 am

“Golly, am I looking forward to this day.” Kara yawns and huddles closer against the curve of Lena’s back. Her breath tickles Lena’s neck, warm and comfortable. Lena hums.

“Four.”

“Hmm?”

“That’s the fourth time you’ve said this,” Lena murmurs. “Not that I mind.” She can feel sleep tugging at her eyelids once more and relishes in the thought that she won’t have to fight it. That she can succumb to the weight guiltlessly.

Kara doesn’t reply. She’s probably drifted off again already and will wake in half an hour with the same sentence on her lips once more. Lena smiles a bit about the predictability of it all, before a yawn overcomes her and drags her down with it.

***

9:51 am

“Golly,” Kara says, sleep still blurring her words. “I love this, I really do. What a good idea.”

Lena makes an affirmative sound, somewhere between a sigh and a purr. She hasn’t felt this relaxed in months, maybe even years. The warmth of Kara’s arm around her waist, the cold of Kara’s nose against her neck, what more can a woman ask for?

“I am starting to become a bit hungry though,” comes Kara’s voice from behind, and Lena has to suppress a chuckle as she rolls around to face her girlfriend.

“Of course you are.”

“Hey!” Kara’s eyes were still closed, but they open now, blinking slowly several times until all traces of tiredness have given way to a semi-offended glare. “It’s – “ she pauses and squints at the clock “ – more than two hours after my usual breakfast time. Of course my stomach is demanding attention.”

Lena lets out a laugh. “Demanding, huh? And that although you so dislike to be ordered around.”

Kara’s on her suddenly, pinning her down so quickly that Lena strongly suspects the involvement of superspeed.

“Damn right,” she says in a low voice, letting her gaze wander over Lena menacingly. Unfortunately, the effect is somewhat undermined by Kara’s stomach releasing a protesting grumble just then. Kara blushes, and just like that she rolls off of Lena again.

“Boss said no,” she murmurs, shrugging helplessly.

Lena grins. “Good thing we’ve got all day.”

“Golly, am I looking forward to that.”

***

11:38 am

The phone rings just when Lena is beginning to contemplate a nap. The sun still hasn’t peeked through the clouds once, and so it continues to be exactly the kind of dreary that you could wish for on a day like this. The kind of dreary that practically invites you to sleep.

But the phone is ringing, and that means Lena has to make a decision. She groans as she lifts her head from Kara’s chest to look at her.

“Reject or ignore?”

Kara shrugs. Her fingers are drawing lazy circles on Lena’s back, and she looks about as sleepy as Lena’s felt just a minutes ago.

“Maybe I’ll look who it is and choose then,” Lena decides, reaching for the vibrating device. It’s Jess, and apparently it’s not the first time she’s tried to get through to Lena. They have somehow managed to miss three calls, and if that isn’t proof of a dedicated sex life, then Lena doesn’t know. She chuckles quietly.

“It’s Jess,” she tells Kara, “for the third time.”

“What does she want?”

“I wouldn’t know.” The call stops. A small flutter of worry stirs in Lena’s stomach, even though she doesn’t want to feel it. Doesn’t want to leave the comfortable bubble Kara and she have created for themselves today.

Kara seems to sense where her thoughts are going, because she takes the phone from Lena and puts it on the nightstand again.

“No work,” she says sternly, “no outside world, and no leaving the bed unless it’s for food or bathroom breaks. Those are the rules.”

Lena bites her lip. She swallows the ‘What if’s’ that lie on the tip of her tongue. She banishes the thought of work to the remotest corner of her mind and kisses Kara on her collarbone instead.

“You’re right,” she murmurs, “they’ll get by without me for one day.”

***

2:01 pm

It turns out that Kara is much less relaxed when it’s her phone that’s ringing. Or maybe it’s the amount of calls she gets. But with every time her ringtone sounds out, she gets quieter and quieter, until at one point, she grabs her phone exasperatedly, turns it off, and tosses it into the armchair at the opposite corner of the room.

“One day!” She exclaims. “One day, the darkest day of the year, and a Sunday at that! You’d think the criminals would stay at home voluntarily, snuggle up to their girlfriend maybe, enjoy a good 32 hours in bed, and just take. One. Day. Off. It’s not that hard, or is it?”

“It’s not,” Lena concurs, finishing one braid in Kara’s long and unfairly soft hair and starting another.

“I work the year round, every day. And night, mind you. Weekends, holidays, always. And I do it gladly. I do it selflessly. I do it with a smile on my face, even. But one day off. One day. Is that really too much to ask for?”

“It’s not.” Lena pauses her braiding to put a soothing hand on Kara’s head. “You’re just doing such a good job the rest of the time, people have forgotten how to take care of themselves without you.”

Kara leans into the touch with a sigh and a grateful smile. “Is it wrong that I kind of like how much they depend on me, even though it annoys me today?”

“Of course not.” Lena lightly scratches her nails over Kara’s scalp, drinking up the contented sighs that fall form Kara’s lips. “I think everybody wants to be needed. It gives us purpose. It gives us strength.” She leans down to press a gentle kiss to Kara’s forehead before she takes up her braiding again. “It’s one of the greatest paradoxes of humankind that this strength doesn’t suffice to sustain you. That you need breaks from being useful, lest your strength depletes.”

Kara nods, momentarily upsetting the row of braids Lena has already finished.

“I love you,” she says.

Lena smiles. “I love you too.”

***

3:45 pm

“I think my butt fell asleep.”

“I call your butt and raise you two legs.” Lena groans. “How do teenagers do this?”

“Do what?” Kara asks, giggling a little at the exaggerated noises Lena is making.

“Do this.” Lena gestures at the two of them, sprawled out on the mattress. “Lie in bed all day, barely moving, except to change the video game or whatever they occupy their brains with all day.”

Kara laughs, loud and hearty. “Rao, Lena, sometimes you are so odd.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Not all teenagers spend all their time in bed, dummy,” Kara says, and it’s only her fond tone that saves her from the pillow Lena almost hurdles at her. “I, for example, was a very active teenager.”

“You hardly count,” Lena retorts, sticking out her tongue when Kara narrows her eyes at her. “Because you’re always active.”

Kara wrinkles her nose, but Lena’s point holds. She huffs.

“What about you then, what did you do as a teenager?”

“I,“ Lena says dignifiedly, “didn’t experience an adolescence.”

“Lena, your adolescence was less than ten years ago.”

Lena sighs dramatically and rolls over, facing her girlfriend with a regretful stare.

“Tell that to my back pain…”

***

4:09 pm

“Isn’t it sad,” Kara muses, kneading Lena’s trapezius muscle with blissfully strong hands, “how it’s already getting dark again?”

Lena moans softly when Kara hits a particularly tense spot. “Is it?”

“Yeah.”

They are silent for a while, Kara moving slowly and methodically up and down Lena’s back, Lena shimmying in and out of consciousness. No phone has rung in over two hours, nobody has disturbed them in their self-imposed solitude, no rule has been broken so far. They are doing exactly what they’ve planned for the day, and it is nothing.

“What a good day,” Lena murmurs, “What a good idea.”

Kara gives her ass a squeeze, and Lena, well on her way to another nap, almost jumps.

“The hell?” She exclaims, which immediately earns her another slap. “What?”

Kara’s voice is a melange of amusement and indignation. “You forgot the golly!”

***

6:37 pm

They start speaking at the same time.

“It’s almost Christmas,” Kara says, and Lena murmurs “How am I already tired?” and then they look at each other and laugh.

“What did you say?” Simultaneously. “You first.”

Lena recovers faster, so she pokes Kara, who’s still laughing, between the ribs.

“Tick, your turn, please speak now.” She presents Kara her fist as a mic, which only results in another burst of laughter. Then Kara’s hand closes around hers, pulling her closer.

“Hello hello, can you hear me?”

Lena giggles. She feels carefree in a way she hasn’t felt in possibly all her life. “Loud and clearly. Please repeat your question.”

“Yes hello,” Kara says, pompous in a way that is exactly like on real TV interviews. “I didn’t so much ask a question as rather observing a fact. That fact being of course the upcoming holiday, namely Christmas.”

At this point they have to drop the act, because Lena is laughing so hard that the mic is shaking and “the connection seems to be bad, hello hello?” And Kara grins at Lena like she did when Lena first fell in love with her, wide and open and with her heart in her hands, ready to give it to anyone she thought worth fighting for. Even a Luthor. Even Lena.

“I’m looking forward to Christmas,” Lena says, but what she means is that she’s never liked the holidays much, until Kara came around and made them worthwhile.

And somehow Kara understands.

“Yes,” she says, “me too.”

***

8:52 pm

“There’ll be much work to catch up on tomorrow,” Lena sighs, playing with the thought of looking at her phone and deciding against it. “But that are tomorrow’s problems.”

Kara hums. She’s floating half an inch above the bed because she finds the mattress is too warm after bearing her body all day.

“I’m still looking forward to that somehow.”

Lena chuckles. “Yes, me too. Isn’t that weird? I thoroughly enjoyed today, but I couldn’t do it again tomorrow.”

“It’s about the – “ Kara forms the chef’s kiss gesture minus the kiss “ – purpose.” She turns on her side to look at Lena. “Or so a wise woman once told me.”

“Sounds very wise indeed. Did she also say something about the reason why I’m tired even though we did nothing all day?”

“Nope.” Kara pops the p, then lets herself fall back on the bed. “But here’s my theory: inaction is like negative action. And at the end of the day, it’s the absolute value that counts, minus or plus doesn’t matter. So if you’ve balanced action and inaction, you won’t be that tired, because they cancel each other. But if you have an overload of either action or inaction…”

“… you’ll feel about as exhausted as I do right now,” Lena finishes, her eyes already closed. “Seems reasonable. It’s compatible with my strength theory, I like that.” She yawns, and feels blindly for Kara’s hand. “Either way, all in favour of an early night, raise your hand.” She lifts their entwined hands off the mattress. “Whooo.”

Kara breathes out a laugh. “Also, if we go to bed now, then tomorrow will come faster.”

“Scientifically incorrect,” Lena murmurs, “but golly.”

“What?”

Lena snuggles into Kara’s embrace until all she can smell is Kara, and all she can feel is also Kara. She yawns again.

“Golly am I looking forward to tomorrow.”

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frenchbreads-writing · 4 years

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Could I request something for Shinsou who is accepted in the the hero course with a bf who is still in the general course of UA? How would they handle the drastic change of Hitoshi changing courses? (or just any Shinsou insert tbh of this isn't anything you're really feeling atm) ❤️ love your writings

Day of Surprises|{Shinsou Hitoshi}

I tried going for the first idea but all of my ideas came out so sad for some reason😔

So I hope this is okay and that you don’t mind🥺

Also

479 FOLLOWERS.. ALMOST 500!? I didn’t even notice I want to thank you all I’m so glad you like what I write!! I love you guys so much and I hope you’ll stick around to watch me improve and keep making content for you all!💖💖

I hope you enjoy💖

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Male Reader

Words: 1.7k (1,753)

Warning(s): Injuries, Badly written villain encounter

Requests: Closed

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You stared at the ticking clock from behind the convenience store counter.

2 hours to go until your shift is over.

You covered your face and groaned. The store had been practically empty all day with only a handful of other teenagers popping in for a minute for snacks and other various things.

“(Y/N)?”

You jumped and turn around.

It was the store’s owner standing there. A short woman in her 40s with a permanent soft smile on her face.

“What’s got you so antsy today? You seem like you’re ready to bolt.”

You smiled.

“I have my first date with my boyfriend today after work.”

She smiled fondly.

“A first date is very important.”

You blushed and looked away.

“Yeah, I want to make it nice for him since it’s his first date too.”

The manager glanced at the clock and hummed.

“Well, the shop has been rather quiet today.”

She turned to you and smiled.

“I do suppose I can run the store myself until your coworker gets here.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as you faced her.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded and smiled.

“You’re a nice young man and you really help me a lot around here so I don’t mind letting you off early.”

You beamed before rushing to grab your stuff and clock out.

“I owe you one!”

You shouted as you rushed out.

As you jogged your way through the train station you pulled out your phone and proceeded to call Hitoshi.

The phone rang for a moment before you hear your boyfriend’s groggy voice answer the phone.

“Good morning Toshi how was your nap?”

You hear shifting and a groan before he speaks.

“It was good, are you on break?”

You pass through the ticket gates and walk to your platform.

“Yeah, the shop’s pretty crazy today for some reason.”

He hummed.

“Where are we going today?”

“I was hoping we could go to the mall and maybe to that new cafe that opened there a few weeks ago.”

“Sounds good to me.”

A yawn sounds from the other side.

“Toshi if you want to go back to sleep you can, I have to get back soon anyway.”

“Alright then, I’ll see you when you get here, bye.”

“Bye.”

The line clicked and you rushed into the train and await your destination.

When the train stopped you hopped out and headed home to change.

Unlocking and pushing your way inside the door you slipped off your shoes and made your way to your room.

You immediately went to your closet and began to brainstorm on what to wear. It was a casual date to the mall so nothing too fancy. Though everything you put together didn’t seem to be good enough.

Hitoshi had the same issue.

When you had called he wasn’t in bed at all. He was actually getting ready for the date.

He was rooting around his closet for what seemed to be forever. All of his outfits didn’t feel right for a date.

It’s been over an hour after your phone call and he wanted to surprise you at work but he couldn’t choose what to wear.

After picking up what felt to be the millionth article of clothing he thought.

’Screw it.’

And changed into the set of clothes he held in his hands.

He wore a plain black shirt with a purple jacket over it and a pair of ripped jeans.

It wasn’t the worst outfit he could’ve chosen so he’ll take that as a win.

He checked his phone.

’45 minutes left, enough time to get to his store before he gets off.’

Hitoshi quickly stuffed his keys and wallet into his pockets as he made his way to the front door.

Shouting a goodbye to his parents he opened the door. But he immediately froze when he caught sight of you frozen mid knock.

“Uh hey.”

“(Y/N) I thought you were at work?”

You rubbed the back of your neck and chuckled.

“Yeah I was able to leave early and I wanted to surprise you so um, surprise?”

Hitoshi smiled.

“Do you need anything else before we go?”

He shook his head and held out his hand. You took it, your larger hand enveloping his and with that, the two of you began on your way to the mall.

The two of you hadn’t had lunch yet. So after arriving at the mall the two of you immediately went straight to the food court. The two of you each got a simple snack to eat while walking around.

You visited a few stores, goofing around buying cute things. Like a matching set of fluffy cat socks, you insisted that you bought so the two of you could match.

The two of you were sitting on a bench when Hitoshi saw merch of your favorite hero through the window of a shop. So he excused himself with the excuse of using the restroom and walked away towards the store.

You had already bought him so much stuff that he had taken an interest in so he needed to get you at least something no matter how small it was.

He had paid and grabbed the bag his gift was in when a scream came from behind him followed by the sound of the shop’s window being shattered and a loud crash.

Hitoshi spun on his heel and witnessed the cause of the destruction. A trash can was embedded into the wall opposite from the shattered window.

He ran outside and there was more chaos.

Objects floating and slamming into walls and stores, some people already injured and being carried away by other civilians.

He needed to find you and make sure you were okay.

He ran in the direction you were going last.

The villain was standing in the center of the chaos, objects of varying sizes around them being lifted and thrown.

Even with objects almost hitting him Hitoshi still cried out your name and continued looking around frantically for any sign of you.

He didn’t have to look for long when someone shouted.

“Oh god, what’s that kid doing?”

His head snapped where the person was pointing to see you charging towards the villain.

“(Y/N) what are you doing?!”

Hearing Hitoshi’s voice made you pause and look over at him.

But as you look to your boyfriend you didn’t notice the display case being hurled at you.

“Look out!”

You looked and only had enough time to put your arms up to cover your face.

The case shattered and sent you flying backward until you landed sprawled out on the ground.

“Shit!”

Shinsou immediately began running to you.

He needed to get you and get away from there and wait for the actual heroes to come.

You groaned as you sat up placing a hand on your head the air was also knocked out of you from your rough landing.

It hurt but if it wasn’t for your quirk it would’ve hurt more.

“(Y/N)!”

You looked to see Hitoshi running to you.

He was so focused on you that he didn’t notice the villain dragged a nearby truck from outside and begin aiming it at him.

You noticed though and used a nearby wall to brace yourself as you climbed to your feet.

“Hitoshi, watch out!”

He gasped and his foot snagged on a piece of the ground that had been jutting out.

He looked up to see the truck heading towards him.

His mind blanked all he could do was close his eyes and press himself against the cold surface of the wall behind him.

But the pain never came. Instead, the sound of crunching metal and cracking concrete next to his head was all he heard.

Hitoshi cracked his eyes open to meet your worried gaze. He looked over your shoulder and saw your hand buried in the bumper of the now destroyed truck sitting behind you.

“-Toshi? Hitoshi!”

He jumped and looked at you.

“W-what?”

“I asked if you’re okay, here.”

You wrenched your hands from the holes you made and dusted them off before offering a hand to him.

He stared at your hand for a moment before grabbing it.

You hoisted him up with ease but as soon as Hitoshi’s feet hit the ground he cried out and stumbled into you.

“What’s wrong?”

Hitoshi winced and lifted his right foot off of the ground.

“My ankle, it hurts.”

You knelt and rolled his pant leg up to reveal that his ankle was red and starting to swell.

He must’ve twisted it when he tripped. You thought for a moment before an idea popped into your head.

You stood up and hooked an arm under his knees and simply picked him up princess style.

He yelped and clung to your shirt.

“I’ve got you now, let’s get out of here the heroes should be coming soon.”

And just as you said that the pro hero Kamui woods showed up.

“See? Perfect timing.”

You took off towards the mall’s exit with Hitoshi in your arms.

A while after the mall incident and getting checked by a paramedic getting Hitoshi’s ankle wrapped the two of you sat on a train. Your arm around Hitoshi’s shoulders and his head resting against your chest.

“Hey Toshi, sorry our date was ruined. I wasn’t even able to get you a gift since I dropped our stuff back there.”

“It’s fine I had a good time, minus the whole villain attacking the mall part.”

You smiled at him and were about to resume resting your head on his when he jolted up.

“Wait, hold on I almost forgot.”

He shoved his hand in his pocket and rooted around for a moment before pulling out a crumpled receipt and something shiny.

“I uh got us matching keychains, I managed to swipe them before we left.”

You took the keychain from his hand. It was a charm of a small black cat. It was a little scuffed but other than that it was okay.

You chuckled and pulled out your set of keys hooking the keychain onto it.

“Perfect.”

He blushed and looked away rubbing the back of his neck.

He wordlessly placed himself back into your side and placed his head on your chest.

You hooked your arm around his shoulders and gently pulled him closer.

Your first date will always be a rather memorable moment in your relationship. But now you can schedule even better dates. Ones without villains.

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amethystpath-writes · 3 years

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hello! i absolutely adore your writing :D if you have the time or inspiration, could you continue the one where hero finds out villain is dating their sister? Thanks!

Thank you, dear!

Here’s Part 1! This second part can be read as a standalone, too.

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“Oh my god!” Sister’s head slammed against the headrest as Villain lurched the car forward and sped off. The city was flashing by and Sister swore they were travelling another mile every time she blinked. “You need to- to slow down!” He wasn’t slowing do- Oh my god. That was a red light! She dug her nails into the sides of her seat. “V-Villain! Stop!”

Looking at Villain, she didn’t even know what to think. He was…he was fine. Just contently driving like a complete maniac. Even Sister wasn’t driving this fast when she crashed her car at sixteen. The car that hit hers last week wasn’t driving this fast. “What are you doing!”

Without responding, Villain tossed his ‘girlfriend’s’ phone in the cup holders in the middle console. When she made a move to grab it, he made a quick ah sound and jerked the car quickly to the right before correcting it again.

“Let me out,” Sister tried demanding next. “Let me out right now if you’re going to drive like this.”

“That would ruin my plans, mi amore.”

“What plans?!” They were only supposed to be going to Villain’s home, hanging out, maybe watching a scary movie or something. This trip was turning out to be more of a thriller than anything else a person could ever experience. “You’re going to kill us!”

He laughed. Laughed. “Oh, I wouldn’t die in this car. You, maybe. But I don’t plan on killing you- at least yet. Depends on how much you and your brother annoy me.”

Sister darted her hand towards her phone. She had to call her brother, had to tell him what was happening, had to tell him to help her. Sister usually hated asking Hero for any amount of help, but right now…right now she didn’t know what to do.

“See. Now, it’s that kind of stuff that makes me much more likely to do something rash, mi amore. Right now, I am still willing to have the little relationship you want. We can be friendly- be mates like before- as soon as you hand me your phone. Otherwise”- he pointed up ahead- “you see that pole up ahead? The one with all the wires? I’ll nail it with this car, and with both of us in it. Whether you believe I’ll live or not is up to you, but you will die. So, how about you hand over your device, and we can pretend everything is okay? Alright?”

She didn’t know what to do. The pole was getting closer and closer, and the rpm on the odometer was rising, rising, rising. “Villain, stop!”

“Give me the phone, love.”

Sister threw her hand out, putting the phone in his own. “Whatever, here!” As the phone left her hand, the car squealed as Villain eased his foot on the brakes until the car went at a normal speed.

Before Sister could protest- not that she really would have- Villain rolled down his window, reeled his arm back, then launched the phone forward through the air. Sister watched it land on the road and gasped as the car ran over it just a moment later. She twisted in her seat, looking through the back window, watching as her destroyed phone became smaller and smaller with the distance.

“Why are you doing this?” She wasn’t even sure what ‘this’ was, but whatever it was, it was terrifying and wholly unexpected. She was hostage; that much was certain, but then why would Villain say they could go on like nothing happened? What was happening here?

“I’m not sure what you mean. Everything is fine, mi amore.” It wasn’t sarcastic this time. He said it just as he always did, lovingly, reassuringly. On top of this, he was driving at a normal speed. Sister hated it, hated it because she knew it wasn’t real.

Was it just her or was she breathing really fast? She took a deep breath. Now that her lungs felt okay, her hands began to shake. Sister kept thinking she wanted to text her brother discreetly, but she had no phone now. Why did she have no phone? Because Villain made her give it to him and then he ran it over with his damn car.

Another deep breath. Please stop shaking. The shaking in her hands was making Sister feel even worse because it was just another thing out of her control. “What- why-” She didn’t even know what to ask. Villain was acting like everything was back to normal. He was acting like he didn’t deliberately threaten her life multiple times. “Are we- are we still going to- to your place?” Sister was afraid he was going to drive her to a country ditch and murder her.

He glanced at her for a quick moment. “Unless you have something else in mind. It’s your day today.”

She was confused. So, so confused. Did she- did she just imagine all that stuff happening earlier? The- the speeding and…and the throwing the phone… Maybe she left her phone at the ice cream bar. “We need to- we need to turn around. I think-” If Sister said she left her phone, and she didn’t, she would sound crazy. Maybe she was crazy. “Villain, I’m not feeling good. You should take me home.”

“That’s where we are going. Do you feel feverish?” He reached an arm out to her, but she smacked his hand away. It even surprised her, and she could feel herself shaking even more. What was happening. What was happening?

“No. No, I want to go home. My home. I want to go to my home. I need sleep.” Was it food poisoning? Maybe from the burrito she had earlier? She did think when she ate it that the chicken seemed a little undercooked. And undercooked chicken was bad. It was the source of illnesses.

Much to Sister’s horror, Villain pulled the car over to the side of the road. “It’s getting dark so we can’t stay here long, but I want to check your temperature. You’re acting a little odd.” He began to reach his arm out again, hand bent back to expose his wrist. Sister didn’t know whether to stop him or not. If he was just checking her temperature, what did it matter?

But- but the speeding, and the threats, the phone. It was just from the chicken. That was all. Chicken. Villain wasn’t a crazy person. She hadn’t been dating a crazy person for a year minus a week.

Coolness touched her forehead and she sucked in a breath. “Your cheeks look rosy, too. I think you do have a fever. When we get back home, I’ll get you some cold and fever relief medicine and give you an ice pack. You don’t feel too hot, but it’s better to treat it before it gets worse.”

Chills travelled down Sister’s arms. What. Is. Happening. Why did none of this feel normal? “We don’t…” She shook her head as Villain peered at her. Tears stung in her eyes, but she looked away to her window before Villain could see. But, as she looked in the window, she caught Villain’s eyes in the reflection. The sky was dark enough now that the lights inside the car were creating reflections. Villain could see her nearly crying, and he grabbed her chin, pulling it towards him.

“Mi amore.” She wished he’d stop calling her that. “Will you tell me what you’re thinking? What’s wrong?”

Sister shook her head. “I don’t…I don’t know. I don’t know what’s happening. Something is wrong. Something is wrong with me.”

“A fever. A fever, that’s all.” His thumb stroked her jawline. She swallowed.

“Where- um- where is my phone?”

His head tilted. Sister still felt like she wasn’t breathing. “You left it at the house, you remember?”

“But-” Her eyes frantically darted left and right, like she was recalling something, but she didn’t even know what she was trying to recall. “But I haven’t- I haven’t been to your house today. I came from…my brother drove me because my car is in the shop.”

“Your brother?” Villain reached his wrist out yet again. “Oh. Mi amore, you’re getting warmer. I need to get you home. You’re starting to hallucinate or something. I don’t know. If you have a brother, you never told me about-”

“What? Villain, I-” He was still talking. What was he talking about? Oh my god, oh my god.

“We need to get you home. Take a nap on the way if you need, alright? It might help your body cool off enough that you’re not imagining things.”

Sister could feel her breathing picking up again. And her hands- her hands were shaking so much. She couldn’t stop them. “I have a brother. I have a brother. I know I have a brother. His- his name is Hero.”

Villain shook his head. “Mi amore, you don’t have a brother. You’ve never mentioned that name before.” His brows drew together, and he turned his gaze to the clutch, putting it into drive, and pushing on the gas. The car was moving again.

No. No, we can’t leave. I have to- “We saw him today. At- at the ice cream place. We went to meet up with him, didn’t we?” Already her mind was making up new memories to match what Villain was encouraging- at least partially. She still believed she had some brother named Hero.

Driving now, Villain said again, “You don’t have a brother, mi amore. You’re sick, my darling. But when we get home, I’m going to help you get better. Why don’t you get some sleep before then?”

Not knowing what else to say, and being so entirely confused, Sister agreed with a silent nod of the head. It was easy to drift off into sleep. She was tired from all the conflict in her brain. Apparently, she had no brother, but- but she swore…No, stop. You’re- you’re sick. But you’ll get better. Just go to sleep. And so she did.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years

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Second Chance 8

Harry Potter AU

Link to Chapter 7

Pairings: Sirius Black x Reader

Rating: M

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2: 00 am

Sirius sat at the dining room table as the grandfather clock in the hallway went off. He didn’t look up from the glass of whiskey in front of him. Sirius couldn’t look away. He didn’t even want to think about the events of the day. Matilda was gone...his sweet spunky daughter was gone. Watching her die in front of him was something that Sirius would never forget. He saw it every time he closed his eyes.

He saw that vacant look in Matilda’s eyes as her body hit the floor...at his feet. If Sirius had just moved fast enough...he could have grabbed her. Matilda would be alive and none of this would be happening.

It's my fault…

Sirius’ mind went to you. He wouldn’t forget the devastated expression on your face as you screamed,

“Sirius, get her! Save her!”

Remus stepping into the room pulled Sirius from his thoughts. His best friend looked as exhausted as Sirius felt.

“Y/n is sleeping. I gave her a safe potion.”

Sirius nodded as Remus sat down. Remus’s attention turned to Sirius. His best friend looked completely broken. Sirius looked worse than he had that night at the Shrieking Shack.

“Good.”

He said sadly. Remus sat silently for a few moments before taking a breath.

“Sirius, I know what you are thinking and it isn’t your fault.”

Sirius snorted.

“If I was any kind of father I would have protected my child. Now she’s dead...and Y/n is pregnant with another one that I will probably…”

Sirius stopped talking. He couldn’t continue the sentence. Remus took a breath.

“Sirius, you couldn’t help what happened. Matilda had no business going after that man. You can’t stop someone from making bad decisions. You are not a bad father and Y/n is not a bad mother. Beating yourself up and drinking a whole bottle of booze will not bring your daughter back...nor is it healthy.”

Sirius slammed his hands down on the table making Remus jump.

“I know damn well that it won’t bring my daughter back!”

Sirius sunk back down in his chair before focusing his attention on Remus. He had been so lost in his own suffering that he forgot that Remus had lost Matilda too.

“I’m sorry, Remus.”

Remus nodded.

“It's fine. Emotions are raw right now. You should go be with Y/n. She will need you more than ever in the coming days. The two of you will need to handle this together....not apart.”

(the next morning)

Your eyes fluttered open around 7 am. Almost immediately you felt like you were about to go into a panic attack. The realization that Matilda’s death the day before was not some horrible nightmare made you begin to breath heavily. Your sweet bubbly sarcastic little ray of sunshine was gone never to return.

“Y/n?”

Sirius’ voice sounded groggy as he flipped the lamp on. He looked exhausted as the realization of your panic attack hit him.

“Come here.”

He said before pulling you into his arms. You snuggled against his bare chest trying to calm down. Sirius was trembling as much as you were as he soothingly rubbed your back.

“This is horrible, Sirius. I don’t think that I have ever hurt this badly.”

Sirius closed his eyes automatically. A truer statement had never been made. He thought the pain of losing you when he was thrown into prison was bad. Hell, he would have gladly gone back to Azkaban if it meant Matilda was still alive.

“It's my fault. I didn’t move fast enough.”

You slowly pulled back and immediately shook your head.

“It is not your fault! Please don’t blame yourself.”

Sirius sighed, miserably.

“How can I not? I was supposed to protect her and I failed miserably at that.”

You wrapped your arms back around your lover. Neither of you spoke for a few moments as both of you lay down.

“Because it isn’t your fault. I can’t tell you how to feel but I don’t blame you.”

Sirius didn’t speak. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on the ceiling. Something told you that both of you were going to spend a lot of the following days silently miserable.

The following weeks were some of the hardest of everyone’s life. To Remus’ surprise, it wasn’t Sirius pulling away from you but you pulling away from everyone else. You started working longer and longer hours leaving Sirius and Remus worried out of their minds. Tonk, Moody, and Kingsley promised to keep a close eye on you but they were worried too.

You stood in the bathroom brushing your hair one morning. Sirius stepped into the room and leaned casually against the doorframe.

“Stay home today.”

You didn’t look in his direction immediately.

“Sirius, you know I have to work.”

Sirius crossed his arms over his chest and let his attention fall to your stomach. You were finally beginning to show. His eyes were locked on the small curve of your stomach.

He waited a second before quickly moving behind you and pulling your body against his. Sirius was relieved that you smiled when his hand covered your stomach.

“I think you need to slow down. You’re starting to show.”

You reached down and put your hand over his.

“Sirius, a lot of women work when they are pregnant.”

He sighed from behind you.

“They aren’t my fiance. Most of them also aren’t going after homicidal maniacs either.”

“Sirius…”

“Well, forgive me for wanting to protect what family I have left.”

He snapped before turning and walking away.

(2 weeks later…)

“I’m worried about her.”

Remus said over his cup of tea. Sirius nodded.

“You and I both.”

Remus had I tried talking to you just as Sirius had (minus the feeling you up part because that would have been awkward as hell.) Just like Sirius, you dismissed him. You actually called him a worrywart and to stop acting like your mother.

“She isn’t sleeping is she?”

Remus questioned. Sirius shook his head.

“Not really. She laid down with me for a few hours but if she slept...I don’t know. I’m worried about her and the baby. Apparently, me voicing my concern is controlling. We already lost one kid, I don’t really want to go for two.”

Remus had to look away from his best friend’s face. Tonks stepped in with a concerned expression on her face.

“I’m sorry to bother you two but I think you should come with me.”

Both Sirius and Remus stood up and followed Tonks into the dining room where you stood with the table covered in papers and files. You were looking around almost maniacally as you tapped your fingers on the table.

“Love, how long have you been awake?”

Sirius asked. You held a hand up.

“Doesn’t matter...I need answers...I have ideas and I think I know how to get a hold of three dorks who are on my list.”

Remus and Sirius glanced at each other. Sirius leaned over to Remus.

“We’ve seen her like this before.”

“Yeah, O.W.L exams in 5th year. Three days and no sleep...by day three she was crying over penguins in Antarctica.”

Sirius winced. The memory of you crying all over him because of penguins was one weird thing to remember. Sirius stepped forward and gently pulled you against him.

“How are you staying awake.”

You pointed to the mug on the table.

“American coffee works wonders. No wonder they are on edge all of the time.”

Sirius pushed the cup away.

“You are going upstairs with me to lay down. No more coffee or whatever else you are drinking. This isn’t healthy for you or the baby. I am putting my foot down and saying no more. If you take a nap, I’ll come down here and help you with whatever rabbit hole that you have gone down.”

You snuggled your face against Sirius’ chest. Maybe a little sleep didn’t sound too bad.

“Fine.”

Sirius kept his hand locked around yours as the two of you went to your shared bedroom. He wanted to make sure that you didn’t try to make a run for it.

Shutting the door behind him, Sirius pulled his shirt over his head as you laid down. You didn’t fight him when you were pulled against his chest. It was nice being close to him. The physical contact was almost heavenly.

“I’ve missed you...the real you.”

Sirius said, softly. You breathed in his scent feeling guilty about your “absence.” It didn’t matter how many times you tried to tell Sirius that it was for good reason; he wouldn't believe you. All that he saw was you were not at home as much.

“Sirius, please don’t.”

Sirius groaned.

“What do you want me to say, Y/n?”

“Nothing, I want you to say nothing.”

Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Well, I’m not that kind of guy and I think you know that. You have known me for a long damn time and I am not a stand back and watch it happen kind of person. I am watching you fall apart and can’t do anything about it.”

You poked your head up.

“I am not falling apart. I am doing the best that I have ever done at my job. Hell, I just locked up one of the Rosiers up last week. What about you?”

Sirius frowned.

“What about me?”

You motioned to the bottle of whiskey on the bedside table.

“You are drinking more than ever. I thought that it was bad when you got out of Azkaban but it's worse now. You have to have a drink to function now. If you don’t drink you're just a blob that hates everyone.”

Sirius’ mouth dropped as he got out of bed.

“A blob that hates everyone? That’s how you feel?”

You nodded.

“Face it, Sirius. We are both barely functioning right now. When was the last time that you touched me?”

Sirius quickly pulled his shirt back on muttering under his breath. He turned back to you with a glare.

“It's hard to touch someone who is never here.”

Over the next few days, neither Sirius nor yourself spoke a word to each other. Instead of asking how you were feeling, Sirius had Remus do it. You would talk to your brother no matter how mad you would get at Remus. This left poor Remus in the middle of what appeared to be World War 3 between the two of you. He would just awkwardly look between the two of you as you both hissed snide comments to each other.

The only thing that you were glad about was the fact that Harry had gone back to school. You didn’t want him seeing the shit show that his godparents were going through. He had offered to stay home and be with you if you wanted but you had quickly dismissed that.

“Y/n, I can stay home. I don’t feel right leaving you.”

Harry said as you dropped him off at the train station. You had smiled and ran your hand through his hair.

“You're sweet but you need your education. I will be just fine and so will Sirius..”

Harry took a breath.

“I feel like it's my fault...you know...with what happened to Matilda.”

You pulled the boy into a hug and gently stroked his hair.

“Harry, that was not your fault and I don’t want you to blame yourself. You told her not to go. Darling, you can’t stop people from making decisions. I don’t blame you and neither does Sirius. You’re as good as our son. I am very proud of you.”

Harry looked relieved by your comment.

“I’ll write to you soon.”

You nodded as he hugged you once more then went off to join Ron and Hermione.

“Sirius!”

You ran into Grimmauld Place screaming your fiancé’s name.

“Sirius, where are you?”

He stepped out of the kitchen with Remus behind him. Both looked surprised to see you and by the fact that you were talking to Sirius.

“What’s wrong?”

He asked, clearly confused by your sudden burst of happiness. You were smiling so big he wondered if you were high on caffeine from coffee.

Reaching out you grabbed his wrist to tug him with you.

“I have a surprise for you!”

Sirius raised an eyebrow before meeting Remus’ confused expression and shrugging.

“You talking to me is a surprise.”

Sirius said, snidely. You chose to ignore the comment and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Standing on your tiptoes, you tried to reach him but your slowly extending stomach was beginning to prevent any kind of cuddles.

“You’re snippy right now but you are about to thank me.”

Sirius wanted to play “hard to get” but having you this close was too heavenly. Had he really forgotten how nice it was to feel you this close to him?

“Okay...well let's go see what it is then.”

Sirius followed you into the dining room and froze the moment that he saw Peter Pettigrew tied to a chair. Tonks stood with her wand pointed at him, ready to attack. You grinned.

“Surprise!”

Both Sirius and Remus’ mouths dropped as you walked over to Pettigrew and glared down at him. Sirius opened and closed his mouth to speak a few times before actually speaking.

“How did you? Where did you? Help me out here.”

You grinned.

“I caught him. Can we just say that I did a good job?”

Peter winced.

“She beat me up.”

“You’re lucky that I didn’t kill you.”

You said, smacking him again. Sirius crossed his arms over his chest. He wanted to laugh and make a joke that Peter was pathetic enough to get picked up by a pregnant woman. On the other hand, Peter was picked up by Sirius’ pregnant girlfriend! What if you were hurt?

“Are you okay?”

Sirius asked, reaching for you. You nodded, letting him run his hands over you to check for “injuries” that didn’t exist.

“I’m fine. Are you surprised?”

Sirius nodded.

“Honestly, yes. So Peter, how does it feel to have your ass handed to you by a pregnant woman? This is actually fucking hilarious.”

You slowly removed yourself from Sirius’ arms.

“I am going to go call the minister of magic. We have a score to settle.”

Sirius, looked like he had won the lottery, as Remus sat down beside Peter adding a second wand to the guarding.

“You all are calling them?”

Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Y/n is an auror, you twit. Did you think that she was going to bring you to dinner or something?”

Peter shivered, knowing that he was fucked.

“I heard your daughter died.”

He commented. Sirius instantly froze as the smirk washed over his face.

“News travels quickly.”

Peter nodded.

“Do you think that you are going to keep that other kid-safe? It will die just like Matilda. You’ll never be able to keep them safe. You sent your pregnant fiance to catch me.”

Before anyone could say anything Sirius had knocked the chair over that Peter was sitting on and was beating the hell out of him. Remus and Tonks both stood motionless letting Sirius have the time of his life. After a moment, Remus slowly pulled Sirius off.

“Don’t kill him. Let the dementors do it.”

Sirius slowly backed off as you walked back into the kitchen with Rufus Scrimgeour. The older man froze seeing Sirius.

“You! We have been looking everywhere for you!”

You quickly stepped in front of your fiancé.

“Minister, he didn’t do what he blamed for. I have the proof of it.”

Scrimgeour frowned.

“I hope you have an entertaining story.”

You grinned.

“Oh, I do. See that piece of very beaten up trash over there? That is Peter Pettigrew.”

Scrimgeour blinked a few times as he took in what you said.

“Black killed him.”

“I should have.”

Sirius muttered as you gave him a scowl. Walking across the room, you pointed your room at Peter.

“Talk trash.”

You snapped. Peter winced up at you before turning to the minister.

“Before she kills me, I’m Peter Pettigrew. I….did it!”

He screamed before crying like a little baby. You turned your attention back to Scrimgeour.

“I would like you to clear my fiancé of the charges and I want it in writing. If you want to go the extra mile to kiss my ass, you can make a radio announcement of what really happened.”

Scrimgeour was silent as he looked between Peter, Sirius, and yourself. This was the last thing when he received a call from one of his top aurors.

“This was definitely unexpected. I think your requests are legitimate and I will grant it. Mr. Black, you’re cleared of all charges and I offer an apology. I’ll just call out to Azkaban to have some dementors come to pick Pettigrew up.”

You felt Sirius tense behind you. Without turning, you felt him tremble. It didn’t take you being an auror to know how afraid he was. The last thing that he probably wanted to think about was one of those hooded menaces being within a few feet of him.

Reaching behind you, your hand found his. You pulled his arm around and held it to your stomach. Sirius stopped trembling a bit and gently stroked his thumb over where his baby was.

It isn’t over…

The thought was negative but Sirius didn’t care. He knew that no matter what the ministry said there would still be people who were convinced that he was a murderer. People would still whisper anytime that he would be seen in public. Sirius winced at the thought of the comments that would be made your way.

“Did you hear that he is the father of Y/n Lupin’s baby? That poor child having a murderer for a father…”

You turned in his arms with a worried expression on your pretty face.

“Let’s go to the other room.”

You said, softly. The last thing that you wanted was for Sirius to have to look at the dementors when they came to take Peter away.

Sirius walked into the living room and glared out the window.

“For a guy who was just exonerated of all charges, you look awful miserable.”

Sirius ran a hand over his face before turning to you.

“Does it really matter? Y/n people are still going to talk. They will still think that I am a murderer and you, princess, are knocked up by a psychopath.”

Your happy expression faded.

“I am having a baby with the man that I love. We’ve gone through some shit lately but you're still the man that I know.”

Sirius leaned back against the window frame.

“I don’t think so. That man is long gone and this one doesn’t know what he wants anymore.”

“Sirius, you’re scaring me.”

You said. At the moment, you wanted nothing more than for him to hold you. Sirius sighed.

“You’re better off without me. Find someone else, Y/n.”

Sirius turned and walked from the room without another word. He knew that he was going to live to regret his decision but at the moment all he wanted was to get drunk….

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Like this, forever (All Might x gnReader)

I have stared at this WIP for so long. Not my favorite work but if I keep going at it, I think I’ll keep ruining it. I hope you enjoy! All Might (especially small might) is one of my faves! Although I always imagine that being his partner must be hard. I would worry so much, I think... this was born out of that.

Reblog, comment, or like, please and thanks!

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A strangled cough left his lips as he felt careful fingers run through his wild mane. A warm hand rested on his chest and softly rubbed it as he took a deep breath in. He tried to calm himself and smiled as he felt your legs shift under his head. He loved laying on your lap, but he loved more being able to see the flustered pout you gave him.

Toshinori met your eyes as he tried to stop the strangled cough mixed in with his laughter. Your irritated look really only made you look cuter, at least to him.

“You better stop laughing, or you’ll keel over.” you huffed.

“I won’t... You’re just embarrassed.” Your eyes drifted away from his tired features.

“It’s not my fault that stupid villain couldn’t take a punch.” your pout deepened, “And I mean it. Stop laughing so hard, your going to blow your other lung or something.”

He frowned as he saw your irritation slowly morph into worry. He took another deep breath and laced his fingers with yours. Your other hand kept running absentmindedly through his messy hair. The soothing motions and the tender sensation slowly easing his mind. He couldn’t help but want to stay forever like this. Minus the worry, of course. He knew being with him had never been easy, but he appreciated that you always stuck to him. Even after loosing his form. He raised your intertwined hands and after a second, kissed the top of yours.

“I know you worry... but I’m not dead yet. I can- no- I want to enjoy things with you, you know? A little laughter won’t kill me.” he looked up into your eyes and you felt guilt gnawing at your bones.

He saw you hesitantly nod and decided to leave it at that. This was hard for you too... he understood that. His eyes closed before he continued to enjoy the peaceful moment. Your eyes never left the man, though. How could they? Even in his skinnier form you always found something that warmed your soul. Toshinori Yagi, the great All Might... the kindest, strongest, and softest man you had ever met. You always wondered how you had gotten together. Your brash and somewhat grumpy personality was often a point of contention with media and colleagues alike... but then he had quite literally smashed into your life. The villain, nor you, had not expected for the man to crash into the scene. After a successful fight and a few interviews, you had called it a day and never expected to see the larger than life hero again. But you were wrong.

You weren’t sure what you had done to attract the blonde’s attention. But you had. No one understood how or why he had begun to occasionally team up with you. In fact, you were the most surprised person in Japan when he decided to actually hang out with you. The media and your friends had a field day when they realized you had become an item.

Years had passed since then though, and as your relationship and love bloomed... so did your worries. His health had begun declining after he fought All for One. Every transformation was now shorter than the last one. The embers of his powers were slowly burning out.

You knew it had only been a matter of time before he overworked himself... and then Kamino ward happened. You watched as the love of your life fought against one of the most powerful beings in existence. Work had been hard that day. You had been evacuating civilians when suddenly all the screens were playing your partner getting the shit beaten out of him. Sure he landed hits, and sure he had won in the end. But you knew it wouldn’t be the same. As he stood there fist in the air, you couldn’t help but wonder how much time the stubborn man had left as tears cascaded down your dirty cheeks.

And you still wondered and worried.

How long would this last? How long would you have him in your arms?

He hissed as you accidentally pulled on a tangle but his eyes remained closed. Resting quietly. He had taken to napping on you more often since the incident. You would get home from kicking ass and as soon as you plopped down on the sofa, he would be on you. You mumbled a small apology but kept combing your fingers through his lovely hair. You leaned down closer to him and softly kissed his forehead as he peacefully snoozed away. As if he didn’t have a care in the world, and maybe in this precise moment he didn't.

“I wish we could stay like this forever...” you sighed thoughtfully, “I wish I could have you with me forever.”

You felt your eyes water but held it in. You had him here now, safe in your lap... He had kept Japan and the world safe for so long. He had sacrificed so much to bring about a semblance of peace. Now it was him who would be kept safe. You would care for him and cherish him. You would protect him if need be, you would strive to make him as happy as he had made you.

You brushed his hair away from his forehead and placed another kiss on it.

“I love you so much.” you touched your forehead gently to his and closed your eyes.

A small peck on your cheek had you shooting up, cheeks a blazing fire. Electric blue eyes met yours and his grin almost melted your heart. He chuckled at your reaction. Even after all these years, you still blushed like a school girl when he showed affection. Who would have guessed that you were such a softy under that rough and tough exterior? He reached for your cheek and smiled at the softness he encountered. He loved how you leaned into it gently and how your eyes shone with so many unspoken words of love and kindness.

Toshinori sat up and pulled you into his arms tenderly, his larger form engulfing yours on the sofa. You leaned against his chest heavily as you felt his large hands begin to rub your back. He sunk further into the cushions and you melted in his embrace. Slowly your eyes began to droop and soon you had fallen asleep surrounded by his warmth. Toshinori smiled and kissed the top of your head.

“I wish we could stay like this forever, too.” he whispered.

He leaned back into the couch and closed his eyes again. You sleepily nuzzled further into his arms and yawned. He smiled as he enjoyed this small measure of peace and the feeling of you between his arms as sleep finally took him.

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your-worst-knightmare · 4 years

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Flipping Off the Universe

Jaytemis Week 2020: Day 7: Scars/Wounds

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Artemis huffed as she sent the last thug crumpling to the ground with the hilt of her axe. Finally. Those men were annoyingly resilient. She raised her hand to the comm in her ear to contact her team-mate– the Red Hood. “You good over there, Hood?”

The audio crackled to life. She could hear him panting: he’d likely just gotten out of a brawl himself. “Yeah. Think some guy nicked me. Nothin’ too bad though.”

Her mouth twitched. “See you at the rendezvous point?”

“I might be a minute though, Arty. Don’t wait up.”

“Nonsense. I must see how badly you messed up your beloved jacket.” Artemis snarked, leaping from the roof of one building to the next. Jason’s uneasiness about her having to wait, although adorable, was something she had a sneaking suspicion he was using to hide an injury. Being the only human on the team, he tended to also fill the slot for ‘most injuries’. Jason wasn’t proud of that status.

By now, Artemis had been waiting much longer than she would have liked to. Patience was never her strong suit. She spoke into her comm again. “Hood, what’s your ETA?”

The line was silent for a few seconds. “I told you not to wait up.”

“Arrival time, Hood.”

He sighed. “Don’t know. Five minutes?”

“If you’re not here by then, I’m coming to get you. You should know, if you’re hiding another injury, you will not be able to fool me.”

“Promise not to get mad Arty?”

Artemis pressed her lips into a line. This wasn’t going to be great. “I can promise nothing.”

“Great. Well, I think I dislocated my shoulder and there’s a gash on my right arm.”

“Okay, I’m coming to get you.”

“What–” Jason sputtered. “Come on, I’m not dying here, Red!”

Artemis rolled her eyes. “That’s not the point. Now turn on your GPS and stay put.”

Artemis found the fearsome Red Hood leaning against a dumpster in one of many disgusting alleyways. The smell alone justified his need to have an air filter on every suit he wore.

“You need a hand there, Hood?” Artemis asked, crossing her arms.

He looked up sluggishly. “No, in case you didn’t hear the first hundred times...” Despite his grumbling, he let Artemis take him to her safe-house.

She’d gotten it after she and Bizarro had returned from their unplanned ‘trip’ to one hell of another dimension. She didn’t spend mush time there, as she did tend to get lonely, and being alone with one’s thoughts, especially unwelcome ones, was never enticing. But, at the end of the day, it was still hers.

Getting in through the window turned out to be quite the process, considering Jason’s injuries and the security measures Artemis had taken to ensure the safety of the apartment. However, after some cursing, pointless arguing and snarky comments, Jason was finally on the couch, minus his boots, helmet, holsters and jacket.

“You know, when you said that I should come over to see your apartment, this isn’t what I had in mind,” Jason muttered.

“Oh stop complaining. What did you want, dinner?”Artemis tore off her vambraces, grabbed her box of medical supplies and sat down beside him. Happily, he’d already done her the favour of exposing his arm. At least now she wouldn’t have to hear him whine about how he had to keep repairing his suits.

“Yeah, except I’d be cooking. Let’s face it Arty, your skills are meager at best.”

The Amazon frowned as she cleaned the wound. “You need stitches.”

He sighed. “Figured that. Just make it quick.”

Artemis prepped the area wordlessly. She liked to think that she was good at it. Steady breaths, in and out. She could see Jason glaring at the ceiling from her peripheral. What she didn’t like was his insistence of no painkillers. He had done nothing to not deserve the ease that they brought. But she respected his decision, as mindless as it may be, and so she continued.

“Try not to pull these within the first week this time,” Artemis said, finishing up.

Jason flexed his hand, once, twice. “Set the shoulder too,” he breathed.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, gritting his teeth. He braced himself against her as Artemis forced the bone back into place. She ignored the string of foul curses that spilled from his mouth.

”Good?” Artemis asked, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah.” His nostrils still flared. He ran his tongue over his teeth. “Mostly.”

Artemis grunted, finishing up setting his shoulder. “ You’re staying for the night,” she finally stated.

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, you oaf. You’re not invading– I brought you here.” She cracked a smile. “Besides, it’ll give you an opportunity to steal some of your wardrobe back from me.”

“Well damn, I can’t pass up that, now can I?”

Artemis grinned, an action that was becoming increasingly more frequent. “No you can’t. Now shove over, you’re taking up the whole couch.”

Jason moved over. “You know, getting a sweater when you’re cold instead of stealing body heat from me will just be easier for both of us.”

The Amazon curled onto the couch, huddling against Jason’s uninjured shoulder. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

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Despite the constant throbbing in Jason’s shoulder, he couldn’t seem to wipe that goddamn stupid grin off of his face. His sutures ached and he was sure he’d lost all circulation in foot, yet his chest swelled with contentment.

Artemis had fallen asleep beside him, still in her uniform. She had, apparently, deemed taking a nap on top of him more important than changing into something more comfortable. Her quiet breathing blew a strand of hair from her face every time she exhaled. Jason watched for a moment before bushing it away.

She looked peaceful, relaxed, younger even. He could picture her as a normal college student, living a normal life free of violence. The scars that ran up her bare arms told him otherwise– the life she lived, the life they lived, was quite the opposite. But what always fascinated him was how she never hid them. She was not ashamed of them.

Jason glanced at his sutures, which was most definitely going to leave a mark. It wasn’t vanity that drove him to hate them. He knew that much. He hated the reminder that they brought. You aren’t good enough. Look what you’ve done to yourself. Look at your mistakes. He hated the mistakes that littered his body.

“Exhale, Jason.” Artemis.

Jason obeyed. “Sorry I–”

She shushed him. “You get tense when you think too much.” She thought for a moment. “Do you wish to talk?”

Her intuition left him silent for a moment. “It can wait until tomorrow.. You should get some sleep anyway...”

“That can wait.” Artemis sat up. “What has been bothering you?”

He laughed dryly. “It’s stupid... so stupid...”

She tilted her head, causing her hair to fall into her face. “And yet the fact that it bothers you negates its stupidity.”

“I guess...” Jason trailed off. He could trust Artemis. “Just... how do you deal with it?” He took a breath. Woah, make your sentences clear. “The scars, I mean. I just... whenever I see mine, I...”

“Remember where they came from?”

“Yeah, but like, in a bad way.”

Artemis was silent for a moment. Then she took Jason’s hand and traced several scars that trailed down her back. “Outside of Bhana-Mighdall, Man’s World had a testing ground for weapons. As a girl... Akila and I used to practice there sometimes. There were... several mines still active in the area and one day...” She sucked in a breath. Jason ran his thumb over her hand, offering what little comfort he could. “We were both hit. Had to drag ourselves home by the skin of our teeth.” Artemis offered him a small smile. “ But we made it. We survived it. Yes, our stupidity was what got us into that problem, but we made it out. And we trained so that it would never happen again.”

“So you’re saying scars are your way of flipping off the universe?”

Artemis laughed. It was short, but by God, was it beautiful. “Essentially, yes.”

Jason pursed his lips, thinking. “You know, you might have been a dumb kid, but I think I got you beat.”

She smirked. “Do you, now?”

He guided her hand to the whitened mark cutting through his eyebrow. “You don’t grow up in a city watching a kid your age jumping around on rooftops without getting some ideas. The rooftops in Park Rowe were pretty close together, so I thought it was probably as safe as I could get. I even found a mattress to act as a mat if I fell.” Jason rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. “I was a dumb kid. So I jumped, and whoosh.” He pantomimed falling to the ground.

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. The good thing was that I landed mostly on the mattress.”

“What do you mean, mostly?” Artemis exclaimed.

“Well, I hit my head on the ground. Got a concussion. And this. I was scared that I needed stitches because I knew Ma couldn’t pay for that.”

“Alright, that was dumb, but still doesn’t match going to play in a minefield,” Artemis remarked.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t write me off yet Arty! Don’t forget; I stole the tires off the goddamn Batmobile and had the nerve to attack Batman for it.”

“Are you competing with me to be the dumbest Outlaw?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

They stared at each other for a moment before they both broke down laughing. Artemis was the first to regain herself. “Well, here’s to flipping off the universe.”

“Amen.”

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Adrienette April 2020 - Day 2 - #marinettechallenge

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Summary:

Adrien is tired and grumpy, but that isn't going to stop him from making sure his good friend has an amazing nap.

@adrinetteapril - Day 2

Marinette slumped into her new seat at the front and rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"Am I dreaming or is Marinette Dupain-Cheng actually early for once?" Alya teased her best friend as she came in behind her.

"Hey, Aly-" she didn't get to finish that as she let out another huge yawn.

"Girl are you okay?" Alya asked, laying a hand on Marinette's. "Why do you look so tired?"

"Oh, um." She sat straight up, the question catching her off guard. "The thing is, I didn't get that much sleep last night....?" She twiddled her thumbs.

Which was the truth. She and Chat Noir had been on patrol and the two of them got carried away with a fun race they had challenged each other to on the spot and it had ended with both of them chasing each other around Paris for hours together. By the time Marinette reached home, it was 4 AM and she had dragged herself out of bed at 8. She could have slept in a little more, but she was far too excited at the prospect of her first day in an amazing month of getting to sit next to Adrien.

"Oh man. Marinette, were you up late last night designing again?"

"Yeah, I was." Marinette said, gratefully latching on to the excuse.

"You could have slept in at least a bit, you know." Alya said, sliding next to her on the bench.

"Yeah....I know. I just..."

"Couldn't wait to sit next to Adrien." Alya finished.

"No, no, it's not like that. You know how I am-"

"I know you are taking a step back, Marinette. And I understand why, but....Adrien was the one who suggested that you sit next to him."

"Yeah, and I was thrilled, and I still am thrilled. It's just that, after growing closer to him- and I know he and Kagami have a thing and all, and she's my friend too...and ugh, this is so confusing! Why can't I just get some sleep?"

Alya laughed out loud at her best friend's antics. "Well, did Adrien tell you that he is dating Kagami?"

"How am I supposed to know that? How can I even GET to know that - Adrien is my friend but I can't go and ask him things like this!"

"Hmm, good point. But Marinette?" Alya said.

"Hmm?" Marinette said, her eyes already drifting shut.

"Are you listening to me?" She gave her a little shake. "Alright, once school is done, if you're not getting some sleep, I'll tape your eyes shut myself."

"Alright, alright, I'm listening." Marinette conceded.

"Adrien....he is an amazing guy, and sometimes he can be a bit oblivious, but you have to know, you should know, that he cares about you. Deeply."

"How do you know that?" Marinette scrunched up her nose.

"You two really are two of a kind." Alya pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can see it. NINO can see it. Everyone can see it. He looks at you differently from the others. He always takes the initiative to talk to you or just be with you. He made a handmade birthday present for you, something he knew you would appreciate. Heck, he said the new year was going to be a lucky one because he met YOU on the first day!"

"So, what are you saying, Alya? I should hold out for some more false hope?"

"I'm saying, don't hope for anything. But believe in the facts. I don't know if it is as a friend or something more, you mean the world to that boy. Don't let yourself forget that."

"Thanks, Al. What can I ever do in return for everything you do for me?"

"You could give me and her seats next to each other?" Nino said casually as he walked into the classroom. "Hey, girls."

"Sorry Nino. You two lost. It may not have been fair and square, but you still lost." Marinette retorted.

"Eh, it's not like we've done worse." Alya shrugged, sliding out of the bench and kissing Nino on the cheek. "Cheer up, babe. It's only for a week."

"Oh alright." Nino's grumpy face immediately softened when he accepted Alya's affection. Marinette felt a small pang of envy, and immediately shoved it far far away, feeling horrible for even thinking it.

But still. Would she ever find that with someone?

"Hey, Ivan, my man! Looks like you and I are seat buddies for the week!" Nino waved and Ivan waved back at him.

"Take care of my bro, dudette." Nino winked at Marinette.

"Where is he?" Marinette asked.

"He and I came at the same time. He's talking to Natalie on the phone outside. I think." He said.

"See you later, Als." He went over to his new seat.

"You'll think about what I said?" Alya smiled knowingly at her.

"Yeah, if I don't fall asleep on my face." Marinette rolled her eyes.

"Hi, Alya!"

That voice. Marinette HATED it.

The remnant sleep in her system was replaced by a cold chill as she saw Lila Rossi enter the classroom.

"Hi, Lila. How was your weekend?" Alya asked politely, although Marinette knew without her best friend directly telling her that Alya and Lila weren't particularly close since the past month.

"Oh, it was great! My mom and I got to meet several dignitaries from across the world and I gave the King of Achu's personal advisor some tips on delegating tax payments across the country."

Marinette grimaced. She badly wanted to call Lila out on her bullshit, but she didn't have the energy or inclination to.

"Hi, Marinette." She turned to her, pulling on an innocent look. "What are you doing?"

"Sitting in my seat?" Marinette replied coolly.

"But...isn't that Nino's seat?"

Alya jumped to her rescue. "You see, Lila, we had a bet and Nino and I lost. So, he gave Marinette his seat."

She kept it short and to the point, but still firm. Marinette grinned proudly at her best friend.

"You're sitting next to Adrien without telling him beforehand?? What will he think?"

"I think, that Marinette is amazing for accepting when I asked her to sit next to me, don't you think, Lila?" Adrien Agreste said heartily, without missing a beat as he strode into the classroom and slid next to Marinette.

"Oh. So you, asked her to-"

"Yes. I did. It was part of a bet that-"

"Oh she already knows. I told her." Alya said.

"See? No harm done." Adrien shrugged.

"I see. My bad." She crooned sweetly as she turned her nose up in the air and sashayed away to her seat in the back.

Marinette definitely expected this from Lila, but what she did not expect was Chloe Bourgeois walking into the classroom without greeting Adrien or glomping him and insulting Marinette and Alya in one breath. Sabrina tottered after her even more quietly.

"Wow, what's gotten into her?" Alya said quietly. "Did someone switch souls with her or something?"

Unbeknownst to Alya, and even to each other, Marinette and Adrien frowned. They knew the exact reason why Chloe was like this, but it's not like they could or even wanted to go about accusing her of what she did when she was Miracle Queen.

"Don't tempt fate, Alya." Adrien's voice came out darker and deeper than he meant it to be.

"Alright, class, settle down!" Miss Bustier called, and Alya waved to both of them and left to her new seat next to Alix.

"Hey, Marinette." Adrien said, his voice melting into concern as soon as he saw her. "Are you okay? You look really tired."

That was when Marinette looked at Adrien clearly for the first time that day. He looked just as disheveled as she did, with bags around his eyes. He was much better at hiding it than she was, but even he looked like he was going to collapse on his desk any second.

"Are you okay?" Marinette countered. "You look just as tired as I do."

"Oh it's nothing. I've had worse." He shrugged it off, putting on a brave face like he always did.

Marinette would have questioned what exactly was 'worse' in Adrien's book if Miss Bustier hadn't signaled both of them to be quiet. ---------- Adrien was deeply annoyed with everything and anything.

His day could not have gone worse.

First, he didn't wake up to his alarm clock. And he was always punctual. He was always early. Natalie had to wake him up and he had to endure her continued notions that his father would not be pleased with him.

The day before, he had tried asking his father to let him eat lunch with his friends at school, and he had angrily replied with how he would get sick from all of the preservatives and germs in his school cafeteria.

Adrien had to bite back a retort about how nearly 2000 kids his age plus the collége faculty didn't get sick from the preservatives and germs.

Then he tried to negotiate, saying that he could always take a packed lunch to school so he wouldn't mess up his diet, and somehow that translated into him not keeping up with his extra curriculars properly and his tutors all being displeased with him and his grades not being up.

It was one A minus. Trust his father to blow up every tiny detail.

He had finally ended up having to bargain with him, saying that he would use the extra time once he was done eating to make up for time he missed studying.

He had been less than enthusiastic about it, even more so when Natalie called him once he reached school to say that he had to take fencing an extra day if he was going to waste time by gallavanting with his friends.

All he wanted was an extra hour with his friends. And even that was cut short. He did have lunch with Alya and Nino, but left quickly because he knew they could sense he was in an irritable mood and also because he didn't want to third wheel them for too long.

He headed to the school library instead, hoping for some peace and quiet. He wasn't even going to study. What his father knew wouldn't hurt him.

He stormed over to the nearest empty table, earning a reproving glare from the librarian. There weren't many people there, and Adrien was relieved. The last thing he wanted was people finding a chance to hound him now that he was alone.

He was about to drop his bag on the table when he froze upon seeing a sleeping Marinette laying her head down fitfully.

Feeling extremely guilty about how loud he was, he quietly took his bag and walked away trying to find a different table.

He already felt bad about how she almost fell asleep several times in class and as her deskmate, he was obligated to wake her up so she wouldn't get in trouble.

He even tried quietly whispering to Miss Bustier that she was sick, but Marinette heard it and immediately woke up with her head held high.

"Adrien?" He heard a groggy voice call out to him. He spun around to see Marinette sitting upright and rubbing her neck.

"Marinette?" He said, walking over to stand next to her. "I'm so sorry, did I wake you up?"

"No, I was awake. I'm really tired but for some reason, I can't sleep."

Adrien's heart panged as he realised how similar both Marinette and Ladybug's situations were. Even she had told him several times about the restless nights of fitful sleep she had.

That was when he saw she was still touching her neck.

"You really shouldn't be sleeping on the desk, you could crick your neck." He said, absent mindedly touching her shoulder.

"Yeah, I know, but really. It's fine. If anyone should get any sleep, it's you." She retorted. "You look just as tired as I am."

Adrien shrugged. "Eh. It's fine. I'll live. But in all seriousness, I can't let you sleep like this. There are still 45 minutes left until the lunch period ends and if you continue to sleep like this, you could end up with numb and painful muscles."

Marinette noted how he was still touching her shoulder. How lucky was she to have two amazing guys who cared about her so much? Chat had said somewhat the same thing to her last night when she jokingly mentioned sometimes falling asleep on her desk.

Adrien's face still held the same concern she saw in Chat's eyes last night.

"Hey, look, there's a couch over there." Adrien pointed out. "It's not much, but it's an improvement."

"Nooooo, I don't want to get up."

"Marinette." His voice became sterner, and for some reason, that made her knees go weak again. Wasn't she supposed to be over her crush on him?

"I can't exactly sprawl myself on the couch. This is a public library."

"You don't have to, you could just lean back." He suggested, offering her his hand. "Now come on."

"Fine, if you insist." She rolled her eyes, but Adrien noticed that they were shining brightly as she took his hand and got up.

He carried her bag and led her, no, more like gently dragged her sluggish figure to the couch and made her properly sit, never taking his eyes off of her the entire time.

She leaned back and moaned at the soft feel of the couch. Adrien's cheeks heated up with colour when he heard her moan. Why was he acting up like this around her? It was just Marinette being Marinette. Just....why did she have to be so god darned cute? Every rustle, every motion she made lit up something new in him.

"What if I don't wake up in time?" She said blearily. "I'm not very good at answering the call of an alarm clock."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I figured. Don't worry. I have my phone on vibrate. I'll stay right here and wake you up."

In response to that, she shuffled closer to him, and snuggled sideways against the couch, tucking her legs behind her.

No, she wasn't touching him, but the space between them was tantalizingly close, and it was driving him insane.

"You are amazing, Adrien." She muttered sleepily. "What did I do to deserve you?"

Adrien's eyes widened as he looked away. Why was she saying things like that? To him of all people? When she could have any guy she wanted?

No. She was tired and when people were tired, they didn't make much sense. He should know.

When he turned back to respond to her, she had already fallen asleep.

He already felt his features softening as he stared at her. She was clearly a restless sleeper as her eyes were still moving, and she let out soft noises every time she breathed out.

'No, Adrien snap out of it!' He scolded himself harshly. Marinette was his friend! He couldn't be staring at her like some creepy stalker!

His mind frantically searched for other things to do, other things to think about, things other than 'Marinette' and 'adorable' and 'hfhfsjhshs'. The only other thing his brain cells came up with was sleep, so he set an alarm for ten minutes before the bell rang and closed his eyes.

------- Dutifully, his eyes opened as soon as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out, he sleepily turned off the alarm.

They had to get a move on if they didn't want to be late.

What he saw next to him was enough to destroy every last amount of sleep left in him.

Marinette was snuggled up next to him, her small hand was on his chest (HIS CHEST!) and his other arm was around her shoulders and cradling her head into the crook of his neck.

Even after he stopped touching her hair, he could still feel her breath tickling his neck.

He laid back on the couch, not wanting to leave this behind.

His eyes snapped open again.

This wasn't a dream.

Marinette was really snuggled up against him.

They were going to be so late.

He was an idiot.

But that was the best nap he had in AGES.

No, he was an idiot.

But Marinette chose to snuggle against him. He didn't have to do anything-

OKAY-time to get up.

Gently removing his arm from around Marinette, he pushed himself away to avoid putting both of them in an embarrassing situation when she woke up.

Getting her head to move away from his shoulder was a harder task. She wouldn't budge. And Adrien didn't want to be rough with her.

"Marinette?" He gently called.

"Hnnngggg" she coherently said.

He fought a hard battle against not dropping his heart eyes again.

"We have to go. Class is about to begin."

"Nooooo too comfortabuble." She babbled.

"Marinette." He poked her arm.

"Okay, okay, fine." She muttered, annoyed as she got up, taking her bag.

Huh. Adrien noted how Marinette didn't even react to sleeping on him.

He was supposed to be relieved, right?

"We're not too late, are we?" Marinette asked him, tightening her pigtails.

"No! No aren't we- I mean, we are not." He stuttered.

He could feel Plagg snickering in his shirt pocket.

"Thank you for staying with me Adrien. You are such a good friend." She smiled at him gratefully before leaving ahead.

Did she just unknowingly give him a taste of his own medicine?

"Of course, no problem!" He called to her cheerily, yet feeling extremely deflated inside.

His phone vibrated again and he pulled it out, realising he hadn't turned off the alarm.

That was when he saw two messages from Alya.

'Don't worry, only two people know about this photo and one of them is in the picture. ;)"

She had sent the photo of him and Marinette snuggling together in the library couch.

Adrien's breath hitched horribly. On one hand, he didn't see himself being that content and at peace like he did in the photo. On the other hand, he was extremely embarrassed.

'DOES MARINETTE KNOW?!' He sent back frantically.

'Sunshine, I know my best friend. Of course I wouldn't send something like this to her. You have my word. Ladyblogger's honor.'

'Alya, what if she's too embarrassed to be seen with me?! She's going to hate me forever!'

She sent him back a bunch of the laughing emojis.

'LMAO you crack me up, Adrien. She could never hate you.'

"Adrien?" He jumped up, realising he was on the threshold of the library and Marinette was calling out to him. "Are you coming?"

Adrien gulped. What was it with him today? Why couldn't he just function normally around Marinette all of a sudden?!

"Yeah, I am! Sorry, Natalie was texting me." He lied,looking back at his phone seeing that Alya had texted him again.

'On a happier note, I hereby proclaim you the reigning king of the #marinettechallenge. Two wins in a row - that's awesome Your Majesty!"

Adrien turned his phone off and threw it into his bag, not wanting to see anything more.

He was in trouble. Deep deep trouble. And yet, it didn't feel like the bad kind.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien #marinette #adrienette #Adrienette april 2020 #my fics

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howrry · 5 years

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hot yoga

a/n: this is one of my favorite things to write, idk why. i just love roommate slash best friend h, i guess. anyways, he walks in on you masturbating and basically loses his goddamn mind over the course of one (1) week. bon appetit!

warnings: smuttyyyyy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

w/c: 3.9k

***

THURSDAY

Harry didn't really take Y/N to be the type to masturbate during the day.

Not that he necessarily thought of his roommate masturbating at all. It's just... so risky for his normally tame best friend. So imagine the shock on his face when he came home early from work to hear her softly moaning in her room.

Honestly, at first, he thought she had a guy over. Of course, that didn't really explain why he still nosed in anyways. The two of them were quite close, but not close enough to openly talk about their sex lives. Harry assumed it was because she didn't date much and, out of respect, decided to keep his mouth shut about his own goings-on.

So maybe, then, it was out of disbelief that she would actually be getting anythat he slowly trudged up the stairs to her room in their shared house. As he approached her door, her noises got clearer and he could even hear her gasping for air.

Christ, he thought to himself. Who could be that good? Her door was cracked open just a bit, enough for Harry to peer through the gap and see her in bed... minus anyone else.

She laid in bed in her underwear, and he could see she'd tossed her clothes onto the floor haphazardly. One hand dipped into her panties and he could clearly see that she had her fingers deep inside herself. The other was poking into her bra and pulling at her nipples for more stimulation. In between her continued soft noises, Harry could even hear how wet she was.

It was in this exact moment Harry realized what he was doing. Why was he peeping on his roommate and best friend? Why was it so hard to tear his eyes away? Why was his cock fattening in his pants? Why, pray tell, was he still watching?!

He stumbled back a bit, trying to stay quiet, but the floorboard creaked. The door wasn't wide enough for her to see anything outside, but he figured his cover was blown since she suddenly silenced.

Nevertheless, he creeped back downstairs soundlessly, made himself a cup of tea, and decided to take the best route he could think of—pretend he didn't see any of that. Easy.

He hoped.

About twenty minutes later, when his dick was behaving again and he’d cleaned out his tea mug, Y/N hopped downstairs wearing the clothes he'd just seen thrown on the floor.

She acted mildly surprised to see him, making a note of his early arrival home. "We finished up our work for the day and the manager gave us the rest of the day off. Figured I'd come home and have a cuppa," he explained, not looking at her but rather lying on the couch and flipping through channels.

She nodded, hands on her hips and arms pointed back like a chicken. "Good idea. Think I'll go make one m'self," Y/N decided, awkwardly stumbling to the kitchen.

This time, Harry peeked a glimpse at her. He saw that her cheeks were a bit pink, and he was painfully reminded of what she was just doing. His filthy mind started to wander and he thought about if she was a full-body blusher. Did her chest brighten up a bit when--

Stop, he urged himself, rubbing his face with his whole hand. What was wrong with him?

Just pretend it didn’t happen, remember? He’ll be fine!

***

SATURDAY

Harry hated the summer.

The man was just not a heat-adapted person. He claimed it was because of his English roots that his body was naturally made for cold weather. Living out in LA made his career and social life much easier, yet the summer months were hell on his body.

He spent this toasty day on the couch with the A/C turned up high and a small fan in his hand while he read in the living room. Y/N read with him, neither of them saying a word to each other. They'd managed to talk a little since, ahem, the incident, but the conversations weren't very lengthy.

Suddenly, Y/N stood up and placed her Sherlock Holmes novel on the arm of her chair, bending the book's spine. She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a green Otterpop. Without saying anything, Y/N picked her book back up and continued reading, enjoying the popsicle.

Harry didn't show it but he’d completely lost interest in his own book; his focus was on her now. She hollowed her cheeks around the treat, audibly sucking out the melting juice. Her lips were so pretty perched around the ice, colored pink by the temperature. He would've thought she was doing it on purpose had she not been so entranced by her reading material; it was like he wasn't even in the room at all. If he kept staring at her, he’d have a full blown hard-on any minute now.

"Can yeh stop?" he blurted, making her head snap up confusedly. He backtracked immediately, realizing he had no reason to say that. It was his fault for being a perv, she was just eating a damn popsicle! "I, uh, I want one and I'm jealous. Do we have any left?"

She nodded with innocent wide eyes, the popsicle still dangling out of her mouth held up only by her teeth. It was a stupid save and she probably saw right through it, but he was glad for the free exit and went to get his own, though he didn’t stop by the living room on his way upstairs.

***

MONDAY

The beginning of the next week had weather that was muchmore bearable, and it'd appeared the heat wave had broken. Harry had no time to appreciate it though, as he had a long and productive day at the studio to end his not-so-relaxing weekend. By the time he got home, the house was empty. He didn’t question this; Y/N tended to be the spontaneous type and could be out with one of her friends.

He busied himself with cooking a small bachelor dinner. After he’d finished his meal and the post-eating doze was just about to lull him to sleep in the living room, the sound of keys in the front door’s lock jerked him awake.

Harry sat up straighter on the couch, waiting until his roommate was safely inside. “Hey, H!” she called. She was only wearing a black sports bra and a pair of peach leggings. Over the course of living with her, Harry had noticed that Y/N’s body tended to soak up sun in these warmer months, evident by her glowy skin covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Where have yeh been?” he questioned, not bothering with a greeting. He knew his eyes were begging to dart all over her smooth, gleaming body, but he tried his damn best to be subtle.

She snickered, tossing her bag on the love seat across from him. “Good evening to you, too. Valerie and I went to hot yoga.” Y/N dug through her duffel to get her marbled Hydroflask out.

“Hot yoga? What’s tha’?” he muttered, raising an eyebrow and resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

“It’s just regular yoga but it’s in a room at 100-something degrees and 40% humidity,” she explained, opening her water bottle and taking a swig. Big droplets leaked out of the sides of her mouth and trailed down her jaw and neck to join the sweat on her skin.

He rolled his eyes, pinching his bottom lip. He was trying not to bite it and figured he’d attempt to be more inconspicuous. “I don’t speak American, how hot is that?”

“It’s hot. And humid,” she huffed. “But it relaxes your muscles so much and makes all your joints pop. It felt so good.” Her eyes fluttered shut and she stretched an arm across her torso, pressing her boobs together. Harry’s mouth popped open and immediately shut. “Actually, there’s one move I want to show you. How’s your back feeling?”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Well…” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Laying down on this couch isn’t the most comfortable, t’be honest.”

“Great!” Y/N grabbed H’s hand and guided him down to the floor. She hovered behind him as he sat with his legs extended. “Lift this knee,” she ordered, lightly tapping his right thigh.

He obeyed, extremely glad that his pants were thick black sweats. Her chest was brushing against his shoulders as she showed him what to do, and everywhere she touched him felt like it was on fire. He could only think about dead puppies to calm himself for so long.

“Cross it over the other knee, like you’re in a chair.” It was phrased like she was telling him what to do, but she still grabbed at him to move him into the desired position. She might have been a bit rough on him, though, and nearly crushed his family jewels between his legs.

“Whoa, easy, love,” he groaned, stopping her from man-handling him any further. “Some of us are a bit more delicate down there.” Y/N giggled, and Harry carefully crossed his leg over while remaining painfully conscious of her presence behind him.

“Now take your left elbow and put it on your lifted knee to twist as far as you can. Your back will sound like someone shuffling a deck of cards.” She put two hands on his shoulders to help him with the motion, and she was right. The stretch sent relief flooding through Harry’s body and the noises he made were borderline pornographic. “Feels good, hmm?” she purred into his ear.

He nodded, reveling in the feeling of her breath ghosting over his skin. “Try the other side,” she suggested, standing up and drinking more water.

“You should try going to hot yoga sometime,” she offered as he fully stretched out his spine, grabbing her bag and heading upstairs. “I’m gonna shower real quick. Do me a favor and pour me a rum and Coke?” she called behind her, not bothering to see if he agreed or not.

And Harry would be damned if he didn’t check out her ass in the leggings before getting up to make her a drink.

***

TUESDAY

Some nights are, in general, rougher than others in H's life, and this was one of those nights.

It wasn’t that the day was a complete disaster, it’s just that the studio had kept him much later than he'd anticipated. He was a very tenacious guy, but two long days in a row was just a bit much on his end. As he drove home, all he could think about was pouring himself a glass of MacMurray pinot and having an unwise later-evening nap. He sloppily dug his key into the lock and kicked his shoes off the second he was inside.

As he wandered through the halls of his house, he yanked out his headphones to reveal his roommate's voice coming from the kitchen. Given that it wasn't accompanied by another voice, he assumed she was on the phone.

Sure enough, he poked his head into the kitchen to see Y/N with her phone cradled between her shoulder and her cheek. She was making dinner while talking and didn't appear to notice Harry had arrived. He should’ve made his presence known given how this situation usually ended up, but he remained silent.

"You're lucky you have so many hoes, Val," Y/N noted, checking on boiling noodles and stirring them with a purple spoon. "If I'm trying to get fucked, I don't exactly have a lot of options."

At her words, he ducked out of the kitchen and hid in the hallway. Harry could chastise himself for being nosy later—he had to hear this conversation. There was some silence as Val responded before Y/N continued.

"I mean, dating for-real at this age sucks, and one night stands aren't what they used to be. All the attractive guys are cuffed up so now the only people prowling the bar scene are ugly or shit in bed." The two of them laughed. "And there's only so much my own hand can do," they giggled again before dissolving into a conversation about Val's new dog (how fast they were able to switch topics is beyond his grasp).

Harry took this as a chance to go back upstairs and pretend he never even heard that. Jeez—how many times will he have to remind himself that was the plan? How many times was this going to happen before it stuck? What was with him and barging in on Y/N during intimate moments and conversations?!

***

Harry woke up in the middle of the night with lips pressed against his neck.

At first, he couldn’t tell exactly whose lips were on him, but could tell it was some attractive female and decided to let it continue. He loved when girls spent a lot of time on his neck but didn’t give him love bites. He was so sensitive on his throat and chest that any kissing or sucking would leave him like putty in anyone’s hands. Harry decided to not question this and enjoy the lovely treatment.

The mystery girl did all the things he loved—she brought a hand up to rake through his sweaty curls, the other forced two fingers into his mouth to get them wet, and her kisses left wet patches all over his taut skin. The fingers between his lips dropped down, presumably to touch herself.

Finally, Harry needed to see who was doing all this to him. He lightly tugged the girl off by her hair, only to make eye contact with none other than his roommate Y/N.

“Y/N?!” he blurted. He was in utter shock—not only was he hard as a rock, but one of his closest friends is bare naked in front of him and trying to make out with his neck.

“Don’t think about it, love,” she purred, mocking his accent. Y/N tossed a leg over his body and grinded down onto his cock, kept separate by his boxers and the sheets on his bed. He could practically feel the heat coming off of her, if only it wasn’t for the barriers between them. In fact, the sheets seemed so tight around his legs.

Harry was suddenly washed over with anxiety and thrashed around, struggling to kick the sheets off his legs. Y/N stared at him like he was a maniac, which only made him panic more. Why wouldn’t the sheets come off his legs? Why wasn’t she helping him? Why was it suddenly so hot in there?

Harry woke up with his cock straining up against his stomach, forehead covered in sweat and bedsheets tangled around his feet just like in his dream. You know, the dream where he was about to have sex with Y/N.

He was grossed out when he thought about it, even though he had no control over his dreams. How could he be actually thinking about his totally platonic, totally innocent roommate like that? It almost felt dirtier dreaming about her than it did watching her touch herself. One of them was just a goofy accident and the other was rooted in some sub-conscious desire to bury himself in someone who probably trusted and respected him as a co-habitor.

God, did he need a therapist?

***

WEDNESDAY

“I’m thinking Chinese for lunch,” Y/N announced as Harry came into the living room.

He groaned. “The last time we had that, they messed up every part of our order. Can’t I have some time to heal?”

She lazily flipped through the last pages of the magazine in her hands. “It’s been six weeks, Harry. You have to give them another chance sometime.”

“You’re not the one who got duck in their order last time!” He indignantly crossed his arms. “Let’s just order in pizza.”

“Fine,” she sighed. Y/N pointed across the room to her phone on the TV mantle. “Go ahead and call that place down the street. I’m going to get some water.” She tossed the Cosmopolitanon the coffee table and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Harry with her phone. Alone.

It wasn't that Harry was a distrusting person, necessarily, he was just a bit nosy. He stared at the keypad in the phone app, switching over to the recent calls tab as quickly as he could. Most of them were pretty normal—her mum, Harry himself, her job, and so on… But what really confused Harry was the fact that the most recent phone call she’d made to Valerie was over two weeks ago.

Wait. He’d just heard her chatting with Val about her sex life yesterday. There’s no reason for her to have deleted the call so… it must have never happened.

Y/N had been playing him the whole time. His mind felt like it was short circuiting. He truly had thought he’d gone mad! She knew exactly what she was doing, at least ever since the popsicle incident. He wasn't sure if he should be mad or super turned on, but he was sure that she couldn't get away with this.

“Everything alright, Haz?” she asked, coming back into the living room with a sweating glass of ice water in her hand.

He scrambled to switch back to the keypad, hastily punching in the number to the shop and bringing the phone to his ear. “Yeah, m’fine! What’d you want on yours, again?”

***

THURSDAY

The next morning, Harry sat at the breakfast table, reading the paper and minding his business. A tiny rumble from his stomach made him consider eating something, since his tea wasn’t doing much for him. His thoughts were interrupted when Y/N joined him in the kitchen.

She fluttered in wearing only a t-shirt. It was a black band shirt that was long enough to cover her ass, but Harry still peered over his newspaper, wondering what kind of game she was going to play now.

The answer to that was metaphorically shoved in his face when Y/N got on her tip toes to reach a bowl on a high shelf; the hem of the shirt lifted as her arms did, exposing her panties. Harry couldn’t believe his eyes at first, but after a few seconds of shamelessly staring he realized they were the exact same pair she'd been wearing when he peeped her touching herself last Thursday.

They were silky and light pink, not covering her whole ass but not quite a thong. The fabric really framed her flatteringly and Harry felt an urge to grab her ass and maybe smack it, even more than he’d been wanting to earlier throughout the week.

Fed up, he scraped his chair back and threw down the paper. He marched over to her as she whirled around wearing that fake confused-and-innocent look she'd been rocking all week. Harry was quite done, however, and pressed her up against the counter, his semi-hard cock digging against her hip.

"Why are yeh doin' this to me, love?" he whispered, breath ghosting over the shell of her ear.

Her knees buckled, but she stayed standing thanks to H trapping her between his warm body and the counter. "I d-don't know what you mean."

Harry laughed dryly, grabbing her wrists and forcing them behind her, getting them even closer together. "That's enough of that, minx. Y’know you've been driving me mad all week just to get a rise out o’me." He smirked as his eyes dragged across her face.

She swallowed, trying not to break eye contact with this intimidating man. All she could do was nod.

His eyes darkened and he dropped his head down to her neck, brushing over the skin with his lips. "I want to hear you say it, pet," he growled. "Say you've been teasing me all week because you wanted my attention."

Her jaw dropped as he started sucking marks into her soft skin. "I teased you all week - oh God there - because I wanted your attention. Wanted you to fuck me."

Harry groaned at this, one fist coming up to yank at her hair. "Yeh think y’deserve that? You've been a real menace ‘n you shouldn’t get off that easy,” he demanded, grinding his cock into her hips. "You think you should get my cock inside your sweet cunt?”

“Yes!” she groaned out, knowing a nod wouldn’t suffice. The corner of his mouth tugged up once more, and he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her up to her bedroom.

He set her down on the bed and joined her, crawling on his knees. “There’s a move I wanna show you,” he started, yanking his t-shirt off from the back of his neck. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, pet,” he ordered. “You’re gonna lie on your back and you’re gonna touch yourself.”

Her brows furrowed and she sat up on her elbows timidly. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” he barked, voice low. “Don’t act shy now, I saw how you make yourself feel.”

She nodded, pulling her shirt off her body. She laid back down and timidly pulled aside her underwear to expose her cunt to Harry. His own palm dug into the front of his trousers as she warmed herself up, rubbing circles around the sensitive spot on her clit.

“Wish it was,” she breathed, “wish it was your fingers. They’re so much – uh– bigger.” Y/N was one to put on a show and Harry was eating it up. Her fingers dipped inside herself and came out glistening wet, and he finally pulled out his cock from his trousers to start stroking himself. Neither one of them were really giving any thought to how insane masturbating with your best friend was—all they could think about was how long both of them have waited to do this.

Harry caught her eyeing his cock slicking in his palm. “Wanna get your mouth on me?” Her doe eyes met his, and she confidently nodded. “Stay still then,” he commanded, “Keep doing what you’re doing.”

So she continued fingering herself and Harry climbed over her and straddled just below her shoulders, so his cock was right at her mouth. She obediently stuck her tongue out and he slapped the head on it a couple times, eliciting a groan from his mouth. Y/N latched her mouth around him and sucked like she did on that damn popsicle. H grabbed a fistful of her hair as the moans from her self-inflicted pleasure rang through his cock into his body.

The more she touched herself, the more she moaned, and Harry was starting to lose it. Her fingers worked herself over as the heel of her palm slid over her clit. She came on her own fingers, just like she did by herself awhile back, and arched her back below him as her orgasm rippled throughout her.

“Can I come on your face, pretty girl?” he begged, and she politely nodded, having trouble catching her breath with a dick in her mouth. He pulled out and painted her face with thick ropes of white cum, body shaking as the pleasure washed over him. “Fuck, pet, you’re killin’ me.”

Once they’d caught their breath, Y/N got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a new t-shirt on and a clean face. Harry had since put his boxers back on, and she joined him on the bed. He was the first to speak.

“So… do you wanna go to hot yoga now?”

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okskz · 5 years

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Hurting.

Mia + Stray Kids

mia gets injured causing her to miss out on performing which she doesn’t take too well.

the last thing I wanted to do was hurt my poor mia, but anyways I hope you guys enjoy reading this and remember requests are still OPEN! also send in some feedback, I’ll appreciate it a lot.

[10th Member of Stray Kids]

“Let me do it one more time.” Mia huffed, looking at the three boys in front of her.

Mia was currently going over her dance she would be doing as an intro for their up coming music show. She was hyped that they chose her, especially since this by far was her favorite comeback yet. And now she was showing off her skills as the dancer she is.

“You went over it like five times already. It’s perfect, Mia.” Felix said.

For support, all of dance line was with her since she mainly wanted their opinions.

“I know, but I just want to make sure I have it all down.”

“Ugh, Mia. You do.” Minho whined. “Can we go home now?”

“Just one more time.” Mia said. “Please.”

“Okay, fine. Just one more time.”

Hyunjin pressed play and the music began. Mia began to dance, going with the flow of the music but yet hitting the right steps. She had came up with the choreography and loved how it was turning out.

The three boys watched her as she danced. Although it was their sixth time watching her go over it, they were still hyping Mia up. They knew how much she loved to dance.

When Mia was done, the boys began to clap. “Amazing, Mia, like always.” Minho said, adding some sarcasm in his words. All he wanted was to go home.

Mia rolled her eyes as she slightly pushed him. “Let me go over it again.” She joked.

“No!” The three said in sync.

Mia laughed as she saw all their faces. “I’m kidding!”

“Are you excited?” Hyunjin asked.

“Yes!” Mia exclaimed, jumping up and down. “Which is why I want everything to be perfect.”

“Calm down, Mia.” Minho chuckled grabbing her by the shoulders. “You’re going to do great.”

Felix nodded his head. “They did good by choosing you.”

Mia looked down at her feet then back up smiling at them. She always loved how supportive they were of her. “Thanks guys.”

“Alright, lets go get something to drink downstairs so we can finally go back to the dorms.” Minho said, already heading to the door.

The four walked out, making their way downstairs to the cafe.

As they were going down the stairs, Mia was too busy on her phone to see watch herself when going down the steps. She was almost to the end when she misstepped on the fourth to last step, making her twist her ankle weird as she fell forward, landing on the ground.

“Mia!” Minho shouted.

All three boys went running to her, seeing Mia sit up and grabbing on her right ankle.

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin worriedly asked, running his hand up and down her back.

“I think so, I don’t know.” Mia said. “I mean it did hurt but I think I can pass through it.”

Hyunjin and Felix helped Mia stand back up on her feet. She began to wince when she put pressure on her ankle. “Ow!” She cried. “Ok that hurts a lot.”

She even tried to walk forward but it was no use because the pain became stronger with the weight she was putting on her ankle. Mia lifted up her right leg, holding on tight to Hyunjin and Felix.

“We need to get you to a hospital right now.” Minho informed, taking out his phone. “One of you carry her while I call Chan.”

Hyunjin got ahold of Mia, lifting her up bridalstyle while Felix grabbed her belongings.

“Uh, Chan?” Minho said once Chan answered his phone call. “Don’t ask anything, I’ll answer you when you get there but we’re taking Mia to the hospital.”

Chan’s eyes grew wide. “What?!” He shouted, causing the rest of the members to look at him weird. “We’ll be right there.”

“What happened?” Woojin asked.

“We gotta go, they’re taking Mia to the hospital.”

Changbin jolted up from the couch when hearing what he said. “Why what happened?”

“Minho said he’ll explain later, lets just go right now.”

***

“Well, by the looks of the xrays, you have a sprained ankle.” The doctor said, pointing at the xrays of Mia’s ankle. “It could have been worse with the fall you had but luckily it’s nothing major.”

“But this also means you’ll have to be pulled out of any activities you have going on.”

Mia’s stomach sunk. This was the last thing she wanted to hear come out of his mouth. She didn’t want to miss out on anything during this comeback.

Minho grabbed Mia’s hand, rubbing his thumb softly on it. After he had explained what happened to the others, Mia had wanted him back to keep her company.

“It’s going to heal quickly, right?” Mia questioned.

The doctor sighed. “Sprained ankles usually heal within two weeks or more depending on the situation. Yours will probably be about two and half weeks maybe. You’re just going to have to let it heal on its own, so that means a lot of resting and no putting weight on it.”

Mia lowered her head, beginning to feel her eyes get watery. But she held them back knowing she didn’t want to seem weak in front of them.

“I’ll leave you two be. I’m going to grab some things to wrap your ankle with.”

“Thank you, doctor.” Minho bowed.

When the doctor left, a few minutes after, all the members came in. Chan being the first one to get to Mia. “Hey champ.” He said, noticing how silent she was.

“The doctor told us everything.” He added. “You okay?”

Mia shook her head, still looking down at her lap. “No, I don’t want to miss out on performing.”

Chan sighed, wrapping his arm around Mia’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Mia.”

“You don’t understand, I was so excited about this comeback. I got to finally choreograph something, this by far as been my favorite comeback and now I have to miss it.” She said, anger getting to her. “And now I have to miss out on doing the dance intro for the music show.”

The boys felt for her, especially Seungmin knowing how it felt to miss out on a few things.

Mia went back to being silent, the boys knowing she was angry. They knew her too well by now.

Minus Minho, the boys all left when the doctor came back. He bandaged Mia’s ankle then put an ankle strap around it.

“You should be all good to go now, just be careful and rest well.”

“Thank you.” Mia mumbled as Minho helped her sit on the wheelchair.

He rolled her out to where the boys were at in the waiting area. “Good to go.” Minho said.

Everyone got up, walking behind the two as Minho continued to push her.

When they got back home, Minho helped her lay down on her bed. There wasn’t much Mia could now, so she decided on taking a nap.

“Let us know if you need anything.” Chan said closing the door after Minho had walked out. The two knew she wanted to be alone at the moment.

A few minutes passed and Changbin came into the room, walking over to Mia. He sat down next to her, rubbing her head. Mia wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

“This sucks.” She said.

“It does, but we can’t do anything about it.” Changbin said, going down to kiss her forehead. “But you’re going to get through this. and me, along with the others, are here for you.”

Mia softly smiled as she had her eyes closed, sleep taking over her as Changbin continued to run his fingers through her hair.

Changbin smiled at his sleeping girlfriend, kissing her forehead once more.

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talesofstyles · 5 years

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Mates

Hello! What have we got here? A best friend!H. Does it have smut? Yes ma’am. Have I ever written smut before? Absolutely not. Do I want to run and hide in the darkest deepest part of the earth after writing this? YES.

Bless @waitingfortwilight (+for proofreading it!) and @all-things-fic because they’re most likely sick of hearing me talking about this in our group chat for the past few weeks, but hey it’s done now ;) also to @harrysdimplles for being excited with me!

Hope you like it and tell me what you think! xx

It was around six thirty in the morning when Harry woke up. He is one of the ten percent of the global population who are morning larks. He absolutely loves waking up early in the morning and almost never stays in bed past eight.

Meanwhile, you are the complete opposite. You are truly, definitely, utterly, completely, absolutely not a morning person. You hate waking up in the morning. You always set your alarm ten minutes before the actual time you need to get up so that you’ve got time to be pissed in bed because you have to wake up. Poor Harry made the mistake of waking you up early in the morning, thinking you’d join him for a morning run a week after both of you had settled into your new shared flat, and boy did he regret that decision. You’d given him a right bollocking, and sulked around like a stroppy child for the rest of the day.

You were never a morning person, so that was why Harry was confused when he heard sounds coming from the kitchen as he walked through to make himself a cup of coffee. He was looking down, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes as he entered the kitchen, so he didn’t realise the tall figure stirring coffee in the mug next to him wasn’t you.

“Morning mate,” greeted the man before he took a sip of his coffee.

Harry mumbled in response before it was cut with a yawn. “Mor- whoa,” he raised his palm to make a stop sign, and continued after he finished yawning. “You don’t live here.”

“Uh,” awkward silence filled the kitchen. “I don’t.”

“What are you doing here?” He knew it was a stupid question, but that somehow didn’t stop him from asking.

“Er, uh,” the guy looked down at his mug for a second before he answered. “Visiting.”

“Visiting what? My roommate’s uterus?”

The guy took a big gulp of his coffee and sat the mug down in the sink. “Uh, I’ll get going. Nice seeing you again, Harry.”

“Alright, bye bye now,” Harry said as the other guy disappeared from the kitchen, before muttering, “what a nonce,” under his breath.

Harry wasn’t usually mean. He was all about treating people with kindness, but apparently the motto didn’t apply to his roommate’s exes. It had nearly been a month since you broke up with Jamie.

Boy, was he fit. He’s still fit. He’s so fit. Legit ten out of ten. Was that the reason you keep getting back together even though you knew for sure that the relationship was toxic? Probably. But hey, you were a young woman in your early twenties; as young as a spring chicken, still naïve—and shallow, apparently—so nobody can blame you.

Jamie was your first serious boyfriend, because no—we are not going to count that nerdy bloke with glasses who used to do your maths homework in year 6. You were together on and off for four years, but you decided that enough was enough. It was your decision to end things in the first place, but that didn’t mean that you were okay with it. You did it because you knew it was the right thing to do—but deep down you knew you didn’t want it to end. Because controlling and guilt-inducing aside, Jamie was a nice bloke. He’s got a great sense of humour (unlike your darling roommate whose jokes tend to give you physical pain), and good Lord those lips always seem to know what you want to hear every single time. He’s romantic; such a good cook, and goodness gracious glory you, those abs. That face. Those green eyes that twinkle every time he talks about something that he is passionate about. He was a dream. But again, you knew ending it was the right thing to do.

You’d barely left your flat during the first week after your break up. You were so miserable, and Harry tried everything he could to cheer you up, but he didn’t have a lot of experience in helping girls get through a break up. All he knew about break ups was the fact that there were three phases (thank you Chandler) - phase one: sweatpants, phase two: getting drunk and going to a strip club, and phase three: picturing themselves with other people. He did offer to accompany you to a strip club incase you wanted to, but you threw one of the pillows on the couch at him for suggesting such a thing. So he just let you be. He threw away your healthy—re: shit—ice cream and swapped it with Ben and Jerry’s because he knew that you like to eat ice cream whilst watching Sleepless In Seattle or You’ve Got Mail, or basically any rom-coms that you decided to watch that night. He did the washing up for seven days in a row without moaning, and he even did some of your laundry too. He didn’t press you to talk it out, but he made sure that you knew that he was there for you.

You were so much better during the second week. In fact, you were too much better. Harry was surprised that it only took you a week to get over a four year relationship, but he was pleased to have his happy, bubbly roommate back. He was a little suspicious, but he brushed it off. He thought maybe you didn’t really love Jamie and that was why you were quick to get back on your feet. Or maybe you just had the emotional equivalent of a scavenging sewer rat. He’d never know.

Third week? You were back to square one.

“Well, well, well, look who’s up,” Harry greeted you as you appeared in the kitchen whilst he was beating the eggs and watching Gordon Ramsay as he did the same thing on his iPad. “Morning, love. Late night, eh? Y/N and Jamie sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G~”

“Morning,” you answered plainly. It was way too early for you to be arsed about his teasing remarks.

“So,” He paused as he added some crème fraiche into the pan. “Are you gonna tell me what happened last night? How that happened? You two getting back together?”

You sighed as you made your way to the counter where your nespresso machine sat. You put a capsule into the machine and turned it on because you needed some caffeine in your system before you could talk about it. Although you had a feeling by looking at Harry’s smirk that you were going to need a much stronger drink.

“Nah,” you replied and let out a yawn before you continued. “Was just a booty call.”

“A booty call?” Harry looked up from the pan at you. “Are you cool enough?”

“I am cool. The coolest I’ve ever been. In fact, I’m so cool that I’m gonna text him again for another booty call tonight. And maybe this time we can go out and have a booty breakfast.”

“You, my friend, are the furthest thing from cool. As the President of the casual sex society, local chapter—I call bull on your booty.”

“What?” You frowned. “It’s just a booty call.”

“Not with you it isn’t. You think that booty breakfast will maybe lead to a booty dinner, then maybe booty engaged and booty married, and have a couple booty kids and a booty retirement home, and then booty die together.”

“That isn’t true!” You protested.

“Yes it is! You know it is.” He went on. “You two keep going on and off you’re like Rihanna and Chris Brown, minus the punching and the duet.” Harry insisted as he put the eggs on two plates for both of you. “You were already doing so good last week, don’t go back there again.”

“Well, girls gotta eat!” you grumbled like a three year old whose candy had just been taken away, and Harry let out a chuckle.

“Go eat!” he stressed. “But don’t eat at the same restaurant.”

You huffed. “I don’t do one night stands.”

“So don’t stand. Lay down.” He grinned as he caught the cherry tomato that you threw at him in response. “Seriously, love, you need to get over him. He was a bellend.”

“You’re a bellend.”

“Oi! I was just trying to help!” this time he scrunched up a kitchen towel and threw it your way. “Listen, we’re going out tonight, yeah? S’gonna be fun.”

“I don’t feel like going out.”

“Alright, then. But remember, you can’t call Jamie again. I know it’s really not my business but you’re my best friend and I just don’t want you to get hurt again.”

“I won’t.” You reassured him.

Harry reached out his pinky finger. “Pinky promise?”

“Oh my God, what are you? Five?” You took a sip of your coffee before you gave in and reached out yours. “Fine, promise. Happy now?”

***

“Harry!”

He sighed at hearing his name being yelled again for the third time. You had been quite short with him somehow even though he did nothing wrong. You weren’t usually like that and he knew it was just because you were upset, so he gave you a dick pass.

“What?” Harry asked you as he stood up from the couch to find you. “What did I do now?”

“I just changed the toilet roll three days ago and it’s already gone! How dirty is your arse?!” You grumbled.

Harry looked at you in disbelief. “For fucks sake woman it’s three quid for nine bleeding rolls!”

“Aye! Sorry didn’t know we’re a Tory household now, splashing money around like we won the lottery.”

He raked his hand through his hair. “Alright that’s it. Let’s get you out of the house. You’re mean at home.”

“Hey!” You swat his arm in response to his remark. Then he ended up showing off the arm that you hit playfully and pointed at it to prove his point.

“See?! Come on, let’s go get changed. Spit spot. Move along now. You can go and get ready now voluntarily or I’ll just drag you out by force in your two days old pyjamas. The choice is yours.” He shrugged and opened his palms.

You huffed but you did what he told you to do anyway, because maybe he was right—you needed the change of scenery. You wanted to just get back in bed since it was Saturday and took a three hour nap, but you knew that pest of a roommate of yours wouldn’t let you, and you knew that what he said wasn’t an empty threat. So, you went to take a quick shower and get ready.

“Seriously, where are we going?” You asked Harry as you waited for him to start his orange Vespa scooter.

“Ah ah ah,” Harry shook his head. “What did I say before? No questions, just put your helmet on.”

“Are you gonna kidnap me?”

“We live together!”

“Yeah, but who knows? Maybe you’re after my kidney.”

“Oh my God woman just shush, put your helmet on and hop on so we can get going, yeah? S’gonna be fun, promise. No kidney stealing or some other dodgy stuff.”

You couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle for the first time in a while, and Harry grinned. “See? You’re better outside.”

After putting the helmet on, you hopped onto the scooter and you held his waist. But then you felt his hands reaching for your arms to wrap it around his tummy and rest it on his belly button, making you sit closer to him. Your front was nearly glued to his back, which you were sure they would be in a second when you hit the road because the slightest bump would shift you forward.

You weren’t sure what it was. You weren’t sure why you were feeling a little flustered being that close to Harry. For a second you thought maybe it was just because you had broken up recently and your emotions were out of whack. That wasn’t the closest you’d ever been with Harry. You were both—still are—massive cuddlers, so it wasn’t rare for you two to sit on the couch cuddling as you watched whatever it was on the telly. You tried to brush it off. Besides, Harry was fit—still is and forever will be—so you told yourself it’s normal and that you don’t need to fret about it.

After a million bumps and sudden brakes, you both arrived in Camden. You thought Harry was going to take you to the market, but he surprised you by stopping the scooter in front of a grey building.

“Alright, get down and wait for me here, I’ll be back in a tick, just gonna park there.” He said, and you hopped down immediately, handing him your helmet afterwards.

He was back with you shortly with a huge grin plastered across his face. “Ready t’av some fun?”

“Oh!” you exclaimed. “Is it one of those escape room thing? Oh my God Harry, we are both dumb—we’ll never get out!”

Harry protested. “Hey!”

You burst into laughter when you saw the look on his face. Neither of you had ever been to an escape room before, so you didn’t know what to expect. But you couldn’t deny that you were quite excited, although never in a million years would you admit that to Harry’s face.

It turned out that you were required to book the room beforehand, and obviously you hadn’t since it was pretty spontaneous. Fortunately, there was one room left available right away.

“We only have the Zen Room available for now, would that be alright with you?” The receptionist kindly offered you.

“Oh, what is it about?” Harry asked her.

“Basically your mission is to help an orphaned Japanese girl retrieve her priceless family heirlooms. Are you familiar with Asian culture? Also it’s not a requirement but if you can speak Japanese that would make it so much easier.” She explained.

“Well, I know a bit about the culture, yeah,” Harry nodded.

You lifted your eyebrow as you looked at him. “What do you know?”

“Well, I went to BLACKPINK concert once.” He gave a lopsided grin and the receptionist had a little chuckle.

“Oh my God.” You facepalmed. “We’re never getting out aren’t we?”

Harry insisted that it was going to be just fine and that it was going to be fun so you agreed to do it. The receptionist gave you a quick briefing before walking you to the end of the hall where the Zen Room was.

“There’s a screen inside and I will give you clues from time to time. Have fun!” she said as she opened the door for both of you. You thanked her and as soon as the door was closed, the light turned on and you scanned the room around you.

The room wasn’t big, but there was something like a sliding door that you were sure that would open at some point and there’s got to be another room behind that.

“Oh bollocks! Everything is in Japanese, I can’t read anything.” You grumbled as you began looking around for clues.

Harry mumbled nonchalantly. “I can speak Japanese.”

“What?! I didn’t know that.” You replied. Feeling a little relieved and for the first time you thought maybe you two were going to nail it.

He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug. “You never asked.”

“Alright, say something.” You requested, curious about what would he sound like speaking in foreign language. He was shit in French but you thought maybe he was good in Japanese?

“Uh, konnichiwa. Arigatou gozaimasu.”

You shook your head. “No, not just hi and thank you. Say a proper sentence.”

“I can’t. That’s the only words I know.”

“THAT’S IT?!” you hollered.

“Hey, it’s still Japanese!” he argued.

“Two words don’t count!”

“Knowledge is a knowledge no matter how small!” he insisted.

You could go on but you realised that you had a more important task. You wanted to solve the mystery before the time ran out because they gave free ice cream if you manage to get out in under an hour, and you were willing to fight for free ice cream, so you told Harry to find as much clues as he could in one part of the room whilst you searched the other part.

Harry jumped up in surprise and tumbled when the telly suddenly turned on and the receptionist’s face appeared on the screen. You cackled, and the receptionist failed to stifle her snigger. “Sorry, are you alright?” she asked.

“Well, physically I’m fine.” He replied. “Emotionally, I’m bruised.”

You howled at his response and the fact that he was looking down at the floor in embarrassment made it even harder for you to control your laughter. The girl gave you the first clue and told you to try to open the wooden box in the corner of the room. You tried to move things around before you heard Harry squeal when he found a bunch of keys.

“Hey, look at what I found!” he beamed proudly.

“What?” You asked curiously. “What is it?”

He showed you the keys that he found and shook it to make a rattling noise. “Keys!”

“Aaah! Open it! Open it!”

He struggled to get the key into the keyhole. He had tried five different keys and none of them seemed to work. “It doesn’t fit!” He grumbled, but then giggled not even two seconds afterwards. “Hehehe.”

You looked at him in confusion. “Why are you laughing?”

“If I got a penny for every time I said that.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t think any of those keys will work. That’s too easy. There’s got to be something else.”

It was safe to say that you both sucked at it. You had been in the room for twenty minutes and so far both of you had only found two little coins, a silk hand fan and a bunch of useless keys. You had tried to open every drawer and looked at underneath the tables but you found nothing. But then the sliding door suddenly opened and both of you looked at each other in horror.

“Did- what- how?!” you gasped.

“I’ve got no idea! Do you think this room is haunted?” he deadpanned. He knew you were a wimp and he found pleasure from the look of your face.

You scolded him. “HARRY!”

He giggled and walked behind you into the other room. Actually, he knew why the door opened—because he opened it. He was moving some paintings around and as soon as he moved that painting of a fish on the wall, the door opened, but there was no way on earth he would tell you that. And being the pest that he was, he made some creepy, breathy sound of your name to wind you up, making you shudder in fear.

“Harry I swear to God if you don’t stop, the first thing I’m going to do the second we get out of here is to kill you.” You threatened him, and he howled in response.

There was a giant sudoku on the wall, a table with some antiques on top of it and an empty aquarium. Great. You were shit at sudoku and you were sure that Harry was even worse.

“Oooh! Sudoku!” Harry clapped his hands excitedly.

You glanced at him. “Do you know how to play it?”

“Of course! I’m really good at it. I’m the best. I’m the king of sudoku!”

“Have you ever played it?”

He shook his head. “Not once in my whole life.”

“Oh God, we’re never getting out.”

“Come on, let’s just put those numbers in the slot.” He suggested as he began to take the wooden numbers out of the box.

“That’s not how it goes.” You folded your arms and Harry tilted his head at you, his forehead furrowed.

“That’s literally how it goes!”

“I mean,” you licked your lips for a second out of habit before you went on. “There’s got to be some rules. We can’t just put random num- ah! I remember we can’t put the same numbers in one region!”

“You’ll find me in the region of the summer stars~”

You smacked your forehead with your palm when he started to sing. After knowing him for a year and a half and lived together for about seven months, you knew that he sings 24/7. Most of the times it’s nice because you couldn’t deny that he’s got beautiful voice, but sometimes it makes you want to tape his mouth shut.

“Shut your trap and just put it in!”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He smirked at you as he put a nine and another nine but upside down next to each other in the slots.

You rolled your eyes. “That’s upside down you absolute spoon.”

You ended up doing the sudoku alone because Harry was shit at it. You weren’t much better, but you were better nonetheless. He decided to go and look for other clues. When you were done with the sudoku—re: gave up—you frowned when you looked around and couldn’t find Harry. You walked to the other room and you finally found the bloke sat on the floor in the corner of the room eating a Twix.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I need to gain strength. You want a bite?” He replied as he took another bite of the chocolate bars. Yes, he always took a bite of both of them at once because he didn’t want one of the chocolates to get lonely in his tummy.

You chuckled. “Mate we’re shit at this we haven’t even done much.”

“But still fun, right? You’re having fun?” His eyebrows waggled as he licked his fingers after the last bite of the chocolate.

“I am. But I give up.”

He cackled. “We can still get ice cream after this if y’want? Screw free ice cream.”

“You’re buying?” You grinned at him, and he nodded.

“You know what? I’ve got a better idea. We’ll go to Shake Shack after this for some burgers and frozen custard cause daddy don’t skimp.”

“Great!” you cheered. “Am starving.”

“I swear you’re either starving, freezing or fuming.”

“I want to deny but you’re right.”

“What? Say tha’ again, can’t hear ya,” he teased.

You just sat together until the time ran out and the door opened, accepting the fact that you were just shit at it but hey at least you tried. After that, Harry fulfilled his promise of buying you a burger and frozen custard.

“Oh the cow in the meadow goes moo~” Harry started to sing again as soon as you sat down at the table with your food.

“……”

“Oh the cow in the meadow goes moo~”

“……”

“Then the farmer hits him on the head and grinds him up and that’s how we get hamburgers~”

***

“Y’alright ya wee cunt?” You greeted Harry, who had some random bird’s mouth attached to his neck. You were sure it would leave a mark or two. “How you been deein’?”

Harry pulled his neck away from the bird as soon as he heard you. “For God’s sake mate how much you’ve been drinking?!”

“Eh,” you shrugged. “Just a couple.”

“A couple my arse! C’mon let’s get you home, yeah?”

“What about your b- wait Harry, your bird’s gone!”

“S’alright. Not important. Let’s just get you home before you start calling people cunts again.”

“Hey! I don’t call people that.”

“You literally just called me that!”

“Well yeah that’s my pet name for you but I don’t call other people that.”

“What kind of pet name is that?!” Harry said as he held your hand and began walking towards the door. But just a couple steps away from the door, Rolling in the Deep came on and Harry gasped. “Oh fuck!”

“Wanna stay for this one song?” You smirked at him and you knew he wouldn’t say no.

***

The next morning you woke up feeling like you had just been hit by a truck. Your head was in bits and the rain outside sounded more like gunfire to you. You didn’t remember much from the night before and you surely didn’t know how you got home since you weren’t sure how pissed Harry was last night, but the fact that you woke up alone in your own bed made you sigh in relief.

“Morning, love. Coffee?” Harry greeted as he spotted you in the kitchen.

“Ssshh, why are you yelling?” You grumbled as you covered both of your ears with your hands.

Harry chuckled lightly and whispered. “I’m not? But alright. How are you feeling?”

“My head’s in bits. How much did I drink last night?”

“Well, the club’s gone because you drank it.” He teased. “Also you called me a cunt three times so you obviously had tequila.”

“Did I try to call him?”

“Yes. And you ran to the loo when I tried to take your phone away.”

“Did you manage to take it?”

“That I didn’t because I didn’t want people to think I was snooping in a ladies toilet. They’d kick me out.”

“Oh fuck! I called him didn’t I?”

“Nah, you didn’t. After you came in, I peeked inside and shouted so everyone could hear that you were about to call your ex. There were a couple girls inside and they talked you out of it.”

You couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle, and you wished you’d remembered it because that sounded funny. “What would I do without you, H.”

“Hey, s’nothing. What do you want to do today?” He asked you as he poured some muesli into the bowls.

“Sleep.”

And that was what you did for most of the day. After you had breakfast you took a nap and woke up around two in the afternoon. It was raining cats and dogs outside so you settled on the couch watching Friends because you spent the last few weeks watching rom-coms and if you watched another rom-com you swore you would lose your shit. You were snuggling up to Harry’s side, his left arm wrapped around you as you laughed at Joey and Rachel bickering. There were some slices of pizza left on the coffee table because none of you could be arsed to cook, along with two cans of coke.

“Do you want to finish that?” You asked Harry, tilting your head to the box of pizza.

Harry yawned before he answered. “I’m full.”

“Alright, I’ll clean that up.” You said as you rose from the couch.

“I’ll help.” Harry immediately picked up the box and you put the drinks on top of the box before you bent over to wipe the coffee table. “Watch out!” Harry warned you, but it was too late. Your back bumped the box of pizza, making the remaining coke spill all over his Rolling Stones shirt.

“Oh God, I’m sorry!” You panicked because you knew that was his favourite t-shirt. You grabbed a couple tissues right away and began rubbing the stained part of the shirt hoping it would help take away some of the liquid before it was stuck to the fabric. “Harry, I’m sor-“

You weren’t sure how it happened, but the next thing that happened surprised you. His lips were pressed against yours all of sudden, cutting you mid-sentence. He broke the kiss for two seconds to put the box of pizza and the cokes back on the table before leaning back to you and pressing his lips against yours again. You’d soften up this time around. You knew that was wrong. It was Harry and he was your best friend, not to mention that you live together and that would complicate the shit out of things. But it just felt so right. You never thought you would actually kiss him and you thought it would be awkward, but it wasn’t. You parted your lips when he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip subtly, his hands moved from your back to cup your jaw.

You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle against his lips when you felt something poking you in the stomach. Harry pulled his lips away instantly as soon as he realised what made you giggle. The look on his face made it harder for you to stifle your snigger.

“Shit,” his breaths quickened. “Sorry. I- I didn’t know what came over me. We’ve never- I shouldn’t have-“

You laughed as you dropped to your knees, and you swore Harry looked like he’d just seen a ghost. His pupils were dilated and he took in a sharp breath. “Y/N what are you doing?”

“Hunting elephants.”

“I’m serious.”

“What do you think? Is it not obvious?” You asked.

“It is. Fuck, I mean- you sure? You’re gonna-“ he blabbered.

“Suck you off, yes.” You cut him short and nodded.

He was less tense by then, a grin creeping up on his face “Such a dirty mouth.”

“Well I’m about to put your dick in my mouth so I’m not really concerned about oral hygiene right now.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hehehe.” He giggled, and you looked at him in confusion.

“What?”

“You’re gonna see my willy.”

“I know.”

“I’ve got some hair there.”

“Okay.”

“Not a lot because I still shave a little to keep it nice and pretty but-“

“Harry,”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, sorry.”

You didn’t know what came over you to make you want to do it, but it was a bit too late to chicken out, and frankly you wanted to do it. In four years of a relationship—yes, on and off but we’re going to round that up for dramatic purpose—you only gave Jamie head once so really, you didn’t know what came over you.

You knew he wasn’t small. You saw a glimpse of it a couple months prior when he forgot to lock the bathroom door, but you certainly didn’t get a good look of it. Little did you know that the next time you look at it, it’d nearly poke you in the eye.

His eyes widened when you looked up to him, muttering a series of profanities under his breath. You took a deep breath before taking it into your hand, and he choked on his breath as soon as your hand came into contact. He felt heavy in your hand. He was hard and you could see him already leaking from the tip.

“Give it a kiss, love. Please.” He begged, and you obliged. Kissing the tip lightly, before you began licking from the base to the tip. You weren’t really sure what to do, but the noises that he made egged you on so you thought maybe you were doing fine. His head lolled back when you gently sucked the tip.

The grunts and praises that kept flowing out of his mouth encouraged you to take it further into your mouth. It felt really heavy and you could just feel it weighing down on your tongue as he pushed past your lips. You took the rest of him in your hand and you began to work your hand and mouth around him in sync. You knew that there was a slight chance that both of you would regret what you were doing, but it didn’t matter in that moment.

You knew that he was close when he started whining. You let him go for a second to ask him before it was too late. “Where do you want it?”

You could hear his ragged breathing but he couldn’t form a sentence - that was how fucked up he was. You let him go again for a second. “Okay, aim wherever you like, just don’t get it in my ha- MATE YOU HAD ONE JOB!”

“Sor- sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He apologised as he fell down to the couch behind him, trying to even his breathing. “Love, that was, wow I- wow I can’t even speak.”

You chuckled. “S’alright. You’re welcome by the way.”

“You.” He shook his head in disbelief, still grinning from ear to ear. “Didn’t know you have it in you, babe.”

“I’m gonna take a shower then we’re gonna go out and play laser tag.” You smirked as you jumped to your feet.

“What?”

“What? You don’t want to play laser tag?”

“Well yeah of course I want to. S’fun seeing you curse at a bunch of eight year olds and make them cry.” He paused to take another deep breath before he went on. “But, uh, you don’t want me to reciprocate?”

“Nah, I’m fine. Maybe later.” You gave him a lopsided grin.

“Fine we’re going. But-“

“What?”

“Wanna snog again before we go and get ready?”

You nodded sheepishly. “Okay.”

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Freedombringer - Chapter 1: The Revelation

Hi lovelies, I thought I’d make a sideblog for my fics.

you can find the work here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28094760

Summary: The Mandalorian is still trying to find the place where the Child belongs, but after the events of season 2 (minus you know what with the Razor Crest) he decides to make a pit stop in Mos Espa to take a good old-fashioned, normal job. The bounty should be an easy catch, the payment is well enough, and some mindless hunting will surely help him clear his thoughts. But when Din Djarin finally tracks the bounty to its hideout, he realizes a terrible truth.

Tags:

Slavery

Slow Burn

Trust Issues

Slightly angsty Mando

Does the helmet stay on during sex?

the Razor Crest is okay because everything else will be ignored

Season 2 is over

no one died

Grogu is there

Tatooine

Mos Espa

compliant ish until chapter 14

It had been a long, hard day for the beskar-clad bounty hunter and he wanted nothing more than to stretch out in his sleeping nook, the Child safely in his cot next to him, but he had a feeling this would not happen anytime soon. The bounty was smarter than he thought, nearly untraceable. He had found more important and intelligent people faster than this lots of times. Instead of putting someone into sweet, payment-promising carbonite slumber early on in the day he had crept around the sands of Tatooine for hours until he finally found the bounty. By then he had lost him several times but it was not easy to get rid of a bounty hunter, especially since the Mandalorian prided himself in being one of the best in his trade. When his target arrived at his destination something felt off to the bounty hunter, there were way too many heat signatures around his target.

Din wondered if the smuggler had hired bodyguards, if he knew someone sent a bounty hunter after him. He usually didn’t mind long stake-outs but the desert and heat in the area around Mos Espa were starting to wear him down and he could feel that the sand, that had crept up underneath the plates of his armor, was now uncomfortably rubbing against the cloth layer below his armor. The plan was to keep searching for answers and help for the little one but his ship was in dire need of repairs, so he had decided to land in the port city two days ago. He had found a job almost immediately but he had to admit that something about the city just seemed off, the streets were full of life, yet a little too quiet to be lively.

Now he was on the way back to his trusty Razor Crest, partially to check up on the kid and partially to take a minute to breathe freely and without having to be too weary of his surroundings. He arrived quickly, too lost in his thoughts to pay attention to the walk there. The Crest might not be a beauty, it might have never been one in the first place, but it was his safe space, the one place he could call home after loosing his first one and then the protection of the Mandalorians.

“Ah the things you do for credits…”, he groaned when he sat down in a proper chair for the first time that day. The Child cooed next to him, almost sounding understanding. “I do it so we don’t have to live off of frogs or whatever we can hunt in the wild, although I suppose you wouldn’t mind, would you, kid?” The little one’s ears perked up at the mention of his favorite food and he smacked his lips twice. The Mandalorian let out a small sound of disgust. “Alright kid, let’s get you fed and ready for a nap and then I’ll head back out.”

Bone broth sounded like bacta for his aching muscles and tired mind right now and he was sure the child wouldn’t complain. After he placed the little one on his table, he filled two cups with a dissolved ration pack full of powder and hot water. Greedy green hands were reaching for the smaller cup before it even was completely full. “Clam down, kid. You’ll burn yourself.” The child rewarded him with more exaggerated lip smacking.

Sometimes he wondered why he talked to him like he would answer but the little one had touched a part of his heart he had closed off ever since his parents died. The memories he had left were way too precious to him to be replaced by anything else, but they were fading, and the more he tried to hold on to them, the faster they seemed to slip away. It had been a gradual process for years but once the child had stepped into his life, it had slowly but surely wiggled his way into the Mandalorian’s heart. ‘Not that slowly’, he thought to himself when he remembered the moment he found the pod that had contained the little one. Looking back that was the moment he decided he was unable to give him away, but he had a duty to fulfill. That was the first time he had broken one of his rules in a long time. He made a habit out of not caring for the bounties, bringing them in however the clients wanted them, warm or cold, it usually didn’t matter all that much. The routine of taking a job, tracking the target and delivering them had been so burned into his mind that he didn’t even consider leaving his normal path, he was just going through the motions, but then he took the job that led him to Arvala-7 and the child. For the first time since he started bringing in bounties he had questioned it, he had cared about what happened to his target. It was an unknown feeling, the idea of him haunted it and-

A cup that was slowly shoved into his field of view ripped him out of his train of thought. “Gro...gu”, he said, the name still feeling unfamiliar when it rolled off of his tongue, “do you want more broth?” “Ah”, the little one answered, while shoving the cup even closer to Din’s face, waddling a step towards him on the tabletop. A slight chuckle escaped the man, the foreign sound ringing in his ears for a second. He lifted his cup and poured part of his own broth into Grogu’s cup. The urge to watch over him was strong, but the need to wash off quickly before he went back out into the desert was stronger, so he entered the captain’s quarters and stripped out of his armor, slowly and carefully, fully aware of how much it was worth, not just to him but to his people.

Something deep inside of him urged him not to dwell for too long, getting back to the bounty’s hideout suddenly seemed incredibly important to him. So Din cleaned himself with a quick precision, slipped into new undergarments and put his armor back on. He did however take the time to spare a glance at his uncovered face in the beaten up mirror he owned. It wasn’t a necessity for a Mandalorian to own one, but he was a foundling after all, and his features reminded him of his parents. He was far from willing to ignore the Creed, the Mandalorians had rescued him and he owed them his life, but there were moments, especially now that his memories were fleeting and his parent’s features were becoming blurrier with every day, where he needed to see his face, wanted to show it proudly and carry on his parent’s bloodline, to keep their memory alive.

He snapped back to the present and the urge to continue his mission returned with force. Grogu looked sleepy and when Din lifted him up to put him in his little makeshift hammock and hide him from the world, the child snuggled up to him in a tired haze. “I need to go, ad’ika, but I will be back before you wake.” (little one)

He shouldered his rifle and checked his blaster before looking back at the child one last time.

The target was hiding in a lone building further away from the city, it was sand colored and easy to miss but the Mandalorian knew exactly how to spot hideouts. On his way there he tried to clear his mind and focus completely on the mission at hand. There would be time later to think about everything else and if he died, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything anyway. Perks of the job, he supposed. He growled at his constantly straying mind and tried to force his focus back towards the target, this wasn’t helpful at all. Settling in for the night, he decided to unpack his equipment on a small hill that faced the building’s entrance. Just as he zoomed in on the unmoving scene in front of him something started to happen.

A woman ran out of the door, followed by Genosians with blasters. He used his visor to take a closer look and saw shackles and handcuffs dangling from the woman’s limbs. She was trying to flee. Din had heard stories about Mos Espa but it was at that moment that he realized that most of the people in the hideout were not bodyguards, they were slaves.

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