#“after that stunt you pulled i told you you’re helping yourself yeah?”

[citrustan]

slipping through my fingers [2] (myg)

title: and the hits just keep coming 1.0

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: dilf!yoongi, exes and co-parents au, angst!, fluff, smut

summary: you lean on your friend for support and an escape, but the reality of your situation keeps flashing before you.

warnings: [there's a prologue and part 1 that should be read before this one!] just some insecurity, some sad vibes, you know the drill.

Taehyung fails to dodge the fifth pillow you launch at him. "Let me explain!" Repeatedly begging you to stop, he crashes into your kitchen counter.

A pillow to his leg.

"Wait! Please!" He's dodging for his life.

Another pillow to his chest.

"You're an angel! Pleas-" Headshot!

"Ough! Not the face..." He pauses to soothe his aching nose.

By now, you're out of energy too. But, there's still a lot of anger in your stomach. You're too guilty and too tired to let it out on the wrong person.

You spent over twenty minutes reprimanding him for hiding Yoongi's fiancée from you.

Finally having a fraction of a minute of peace, your friend sits you down by your dinner table.

He disappears into the kitchen, leaving you to cradle and console your heart by yourself.

You hear a few utensils clashing and see him juggling four things in his hands; your cat mug, his designated frog mug, a bottle of white chocolate liqueur and a carton of what looks like chocolate milk.

Pointing your finger at the tetra pak, you protest, "Excuse you, that's the expensive chocolate milk and it’s for Nao."

He looks at the half-empty carton in his hand and back at you.

"You're telling me Nao drank more than half of this bottle in a day? And you let her?" Taehyung deadpanned.

...

"Yeah." Your eyes wander as you insist poorly.

He ignored you and poured you a glass of the milk.

Sitting across from you, he grew solemn, "_____, I swear I didn't know it was like this." - "But you knew about her?" You asked before he said anything else.

Taehyung couldn't deny it, "Yeah. But I thought she would just be like the others."

Yoongi had others.

All grumpy, you sigh. "The others?"

Momentarily, he froze and exhaled. "Yeah, there have been a few. He was... I don't know. He kept saying he was serious about each of them but nobody ever... stuck around? So, we thought he was lying or something." Taehyung regretted his choice of words.

You want to believe him, but you both know that Yoongi isn’t someone who lies like that. Let alone big lies, Yoongi won't even tell little white lies.

Over the years, you naturally assumed he was dating around, but you didn't know. Nothing was confirmed. You never asked and he never told you anything himself.

"Who all knew?"

"Everyone. But nobody even imagined that they'd be getting hitched." He shook his head in disbelief.

“Obviously. This is Yoongi you’re talking about,” you pause, “But didn’t you notice anything different with them?”

“I’m telling you, _____, we had no idea.” Taehyung cringes after taking a sip of the sweet liqueur. “I think he wanted to tell you first.”

You wish he never had.

"What are you thinking?"

You dip your head in between your palms, “I feel terrible. It’s like I know I want to cry but I’m so emotionally stunted right now, I cannot get it out. It’s like a stuck yawn.”

Taehyung caresses your arm, "Can I do anything to help?"

You shake your head, "I don't think so, Tae."

"Oh! Do you want to watch 'The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas?' Maybe that will help you cry." He tilts his head, eyes filled with hope.

At that, you let out a surprised laugh, "Taehyung, no!"

Basking in the little moment of success (by making you laugh), Taehyung internally pops confetti.

But, the moment was just that. A moment. Your happiness faded away as quickly as it came.

So, he pulled his phone out and placed it in front of you.

Taehyung’s hesitant to ask you this but he does it anyway. “Do you want to see her?”

You don’t know. (You’d rather pretend she doesn’t exist.)

If it weren’t for Nao, you’d have no problem ignoring Yoongi’s girlfriend. Even thinking of the words ‘Yoongi’s girlfriend’ makes you want to end it all.

It’s no secret that you’re still madly in love with your ex-boyfriend.

This situation felt so ridiculous to you, you couldn’t digest it. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening to you.

As a young girl, you never thought it was in the books for you to go through this kind of pain. And, you don’t have a whole lot to lean on. So, Yoongi has always been it for you. He always told you he’d be there for you no matter what.

Even after your breakup, he was by your side.

When you unexpectedly caught the chicken pox from Nao, he took care of you. Even when Taehyung insisted on helping you instead, Yoongi sent him away.

You shared every birthday with him. He’d throw you a small party. Every year, it was a different theme. This year was ‘enchanted garden.’ He always ordered you a custom cake from out of town. It made everything special.

He even helped you open your quaint little bakery. Yoongi was the one who helped you finalize your menu. He tasted everything and even got himself sick because of it.

He stood by you when you got sued by your competition, another old-timey cake shop, for stealing their clients and recipes. He acted as your lawyer free of charge.

Now, you wonder if it was all out of convenience or… an obligation. Had you read it all wrong? Was he simply being polite because you’re the mother of his daughter? Would he stop doing things for you now? Did he ever do those things for you? Or were they simply for your daughter by extension?

Would he be too focused on his wife now?

Even for Nao’s sake, you never once got the urge to know the woman who did the unthinkable.

As a co-parent, you trusted Yoongi. You knew Yoongi would never let just anyone around Nao. If he wants to introduce his daughter to a woman, you knew it was safe. She could be the next Mother Teresa for all you know.

All this blind trust has been earned by him throughout the years you’ve spent with him, you’re not a careless mother.

However, as a woman and Yoongi’s ex-flame, you weren’t eager to know the woman who replaced you. You don’t want to see or meet her. In your eyes, she was able to compel Yoongi to do something he wouldn’t do even after you begged him to. Maybe she didn’t even have to try. She was probably just that perfect for him.

This is apart from the fact that he fell in love with another woman after you while you’re still hung up on him.

You don’t think you can afford to willingly take a hit to your self-confidence like that.

Nao looks up to you. You know you cannot lose yourself when you have so much relying on you.

Taehyung was kind enough to let you get lost in your thoughts.

“No.” You finally answer his question.

You did not want to see what she looked like.

Taehyung nodded once, “Okay. That’s fine.”

Just when Taehyung’s about to put his phone back into his pocket, it rings.

And on the screen pops this gorgeous woman. She looked like she stepped straight out of an issue of Harpar’s Bazaar or even Vogue. You weren’t surprised, you smiled and involuntarily snorted. Taehyung did have a type.

He hurriedly tried to pull his phone off the table, knocking your (thankfully, empty) glass of milk in the process.

“You don’t have to hide her from me, Vincent.” You tease him, using his artist alias. “Is she your new muse?”

Taehyung awkwardly laughed, blatantly ignoring your question.

Suddenly, he changes the topic, “Oh! Do you have to go into work today?”

Your smile drops a little. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

He offered a strained smile, “It’s like I can feel the alcohol in my veins.”

“Heyyy... What’s up with the model babe? Why are you deflecting?” This time you pout.

You hear his phone ring once again. But he immediately declines.

“Taehyung… What’s the matter?” When he refuses to acknowledge you, you grow more concerned.

“You don’t have to stay, you know?” You continue to reassure him.

“It’s not,” he cuts himself off, “That wasn’t my girlfriend.”

Taehyung hopes he doesn’t have to face your inevitable question in line.

“Well, who was that the….” When you trail off mid-response, he knew you had figured out who that woman really was.

The two of you are silent for a moment.

Sullen, you whisper, “That’s his fiancée?”

Taehyung wishes he never came over to your place. He didn’t want to be the one to make you feel this way.

He nods once. Not that you needed that confirmation.

Quickly moving on to your next thought, you question, “Why is she calling you?”

Already on it, Taehyung visibly cringes at the messages on his screen when you push yourself forward to peek into his phone. This time, he doesn’t try to obstruct your vision.

Hyejin (3)

Sorry! I forgot you were at _____’s. It’s nothing important, I just had a question about Nao-chan. Does she like lemon cake? How is _____ doing btw?

Your mouth dropped open.

You don’t even acknowledge the fact that she’s speaking about you so personally; as if you were a friend or even an acquaintance.

You ignore the fact that she’s fucking stunning, owning the most symmetrical, aesthetically pleasing face you’ve ever seen on a grown woman.

You don’t even dwell about how you do not stand a chance against this woman.

The only thing you see is her nickname for your daughter. You squeak, “She calls her Nao-chan!”  

That’s YOUR name for YOUR babygirl.

“Angel…” Taehyung begins but has no idea what he could possibly say to comfort you.

Pull yourself together. You mentally discipline yourself. It takes a minute for you to get there.

Instead of dealing with whatever you just felt, you push it away in an instant and beam at your friend.

“Whatever. Let’s get cheesy naan and shrimp skewers!”

Of course, your faux smile didn’t fool Taehyung, but he went with it anyway.

₊˚.🎧 ✩｡tears are in your eyes by yo la tengo ₊˚.🎧 ✩｡

note: i hope i'm doing this series justice lol the ideas in my head run too wild for me to actually make note of them. please let me know what you guys think!

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[clovermarigold]

Daggers & Daffodils Chap.19

Dagur x Reader

Yay! longer chapter and a faster update! I'm finally getting into a better headspace and am enjoying writing again.

Thanks for reading. Also, for anyone interested in AOT, check out my mafia Erwin Fic.

"Tuffnut! * ACHOOO! *" you scream at the blond as the poor Gronkle you were trying treat's rash was interrupted by Ruff and Tuff's prank, replacing your herbs with weeds that triggered your allergies. It's been three years since the war with the Berserkers and a lot has changed. Snotlout is working at the armory, the twins much to everyone's chagrin have pledged themselves to Loki, Fishlegs is a history teacher now, Astrid has told you she plans to join the Berk guard. The atter being something she has yet to tell Hiccup, which left slightly anxious to see how he would react. You had continued your training under Gothi and finished your studying of human medicine. Beyond that, you were learning and inventing medicine and cures for dragons, as well as documenting dragon behavior with Fishlegs. You had even managed to train Scabbard to be a sort of emotional help assistant, helping to calm both human and dragon patients (and even yourself on rough days).  

It seemed like everyone in the group had found their place in the world, all that is, except for Hiccup. You loved your brother, but at the end of the day you had new responsibilities.  You could see that he was struggling to keep the group together. In the beginning, once the war had finished, you and the others had explored every corner of the archipelago and found every known dragon to ever exist. Hiccup still believed there were more dragons out there but with no signs for years, everyone just sort of moved on, all but Hiccup that is. You were worried how the only group member that still went looking with him (Astrid) leaving would affect him.

Wiping your nose and eyes you walked home, calling it quits after the twins' stunt left you puffy eyed and pink nosed. Placing your satchel on the table you stretched out the tension built throughout the day. When the sound of the door opening caught your attention, you didn't need to look to know it was your brother. "Hey Hiccup, how was your day?".

"Yeah yeah fine" he said quiet and defeated making you stop your stretching to watch his slightly hunched over form march to his room with Toothless in tow. Silver Tongue let out an almost questioning coo laced with his regular sour attitude. "I'm not sure bud".

"Hiccup, is everything alright?" you ask knocking on his door. "Yeah, just a long day" the tone of his voice made it obvious that it was a lie, but you didn't want to push it. "Ok... Is it ok if Scabbard sleeps with you. She's a bit upset with Silver Tongue right now, I think she could use some space" the room remained quiet until the door cracked open just wide enough for a small dragon to crawl through. On cue, Scabbard scrambled through, ready to put her newfound skills to the test. "Atta girl. Come on Silver Tongue, let's go to bed" you turned only to see that he had left for your room a while ago. "You suck" you sigh.

The next day was made up of finding and sorting all the herbs the twins had replaced and hidden around Berk. "Y/N!" you heard Astrid call for you as you were half inside a barrel trying to reach the bundle of cloves Ruffnut had no doubt hidden there "Yeah?".

"We have an emergency". You pull yourself out and dust your hands on your apron. "What is it. Did the dragons eat something?".

"I need you to promise you're not going to freak out" Astrids request made you uneasy. "Ok?" Astrid took a deep breath and looked you in the eye, "Dagur escaped outcast Island". Your stomach sank as you were hit by a wave of dread. Dagur was free? As in, roaming the archipelago to do whatever he wants?

"Y/N, breathe" you hadn't noticed you were holding your breath until Astrid put her hand on your shoulder. You thought everything was over, that you wouldn't need to think about that man and his stupid face ever again. Scabbard was quick to jump into action, crawling up onto your shoulder and purring while filling your ears with the sounds of strong steady breaths for you to copy. "Are you ok?" Astrid asks hand on your back, to which you nod.

It's been three years since you last saw him, and the last thing you said to him was a panicked "hi". Seriously you couldn't have even bothered to say "Hey Dagur, you're cool and all, and I really like you. But you tried to steal my brother's dragon so I'm going to have to throw you in prison now" granted that wasn't much better, but you could have said literally anything, and it would have been infinitely better. He was probably on his way to get revenge on you and Hiccup along with the rest of Berk.

Wait a minute... NO nonononono! You. do. not. like. Dagur. Astrid pulled you out of your rambling thoughts when she dragged you along to the old academy so Hiccup could brief everyone on the plan. You could feel everyone's eyes on you when you arrived, but you were too in thought to acknowledge it.

"All we got out of Johann before he passed out was this: Dagur escaped from Outcast Island by commandeering his ship. He threw Johan overboard about here" Hiccup said gesturing to a large map.

"So, what you're saying is Dagur could be anywhere by now" Snotlout crossed his arms. "Well, technically, yes".

"Oh" Snotlout smiles "Great great great. SO that just leaves -- I don't know, let me think about this-- THE ENTIRE OCEAN TO SEARCH!" he screams "No thank you".

"Master Hiccup" Johann greets. "Johann, you're awake". "And feeling much better, thank you for asking. More importantly, I have more than a strong suspicion where our nefarious foe may be heading" he says waving his hand over the edge of the map. "Outside the archipelago?" Hiccup asks.

"No! Just inside the fog bank on our outer group of islands". "We've never been out that far".

"When Dagur commandeered my precious ship, he also came into possession of a very important map-- one that leads to a graveyard of ships hidden in that fog bank" Johann says distressed only for Snotlout to interrupt. "Wow! That's the first place I'd go" Snotlout says laced with sarcasm.

"Can I hit him?" you look to Hiccup who put his head in his hand at your anticks.

"If I may be allowed to finish?-", "Johann, last time we allowed you to finish, we ended up on Breakneck Bog. So, no-- no finishing. OW!" Snotlout stopped as your hand swung down hitting him on the back of the head.

"Enough!" Hiccup called, "What's so special about the graveyard and why would he go there?". "Well, you see--" Hiccup put his hand up to cut him off, "The short version please".

Johann's face fell as he did what even Odin would not think possible; Summarize, "It's where I store all my treasures and wars". The groups jaws dropped, and eyes widened at his words. So short, so precise, and to the point. "Wow, concise, to the point. Who knew he had it in him?" Tuffnut gasped.

"Johann, is there anything else?" Hiccup asked.  "As a matter of fact, there is one ship you must avoid at all costs. It's called... the Reaper. Riddled with booby traps from stem to stern. Barely made it out with my life the only time I dared venture aboard".

"Ok, Toothless, let's go. Unless of course, any of you can make time out of your busy schedules to capture a dangerous maniac?" It was obvious that the rest of the group was already in, and despite your concerns, you knew you couldn't let them do this alone. "Right then. Saddle up, and we'll head out".

You would be lying if you didn't say the flight over was somewhat fun. Hiccup had you do your old formations and like before Snotlout didn't listen. It was familiar, comfortable even. "So, Y/N" Snotlout began to ask, and you prepared for something stupid. "Are you sure, you're gonna be ok locking up your boyfriend again?" your eyes widened and grip on your saddle tightened. "Woah!" snotlout screamed as you flew Silver Tonge into his side, nearly knocking him off. "Alright alright! I get it, touchy subject" he scoffed.  

Astrid and Hiccup shared a concerned look before Hiccup spoke, "Y/N, if this is too much, you don't have to do this. We can handle Dagur". "No. I'm fine".

It was night by the time you reached the fog banks, the water littered with wrecked ships. "I knew it. I knew there was more" Hiccup said. "Some of these ships, I've never seen anything like them before" Astrid chimes in. "Ok, everybody fan out. If you see any trace of Dagur, send a signal".

With a deep breath you wing left, separating from the others. Silver Tongue growled lowly as you swept through the fog, "Easy boy, I know, I don't like this either", maybe you should have brought Scabbard, she would do a much better job at calming him down. At the very least you know Dagur isn't here.

Landing top of a ship you meet the others. "No sign of Dagur" you say as you slide off of your saddle. "Looks like we got here first. What's the plan?".

"We wait". "Wait a minute. For how long? This Fog really gives Meatlug the willies" Fishlegs asks. "He's right, the low visibility is putting Silver Tongue on edge" he hasn't stopped looking around since you got here. And you can only imagine it will get worse when Dagur shows up, seeing as the two didn't leave on the best terms. "They have a point" Astrid says, "We can't wait around here forever". "Well, we can't just leave Johann's treasures here either. Dagur will steal them".

"And use the profits to build a new armada" That wouldn't be good. One Berserker armada was enough for your lifetime. "Not if we steal them first" says Ruff followed by her brother. "That is the dumbest idea I've ever heard. I hereby disown you!".

"Actually, you know what? I sort of like it" Hiccup says. "Welcome back to the family" You could swear you feel a headache coming on from their idiocy.

"Here's the plan: we search the ships, gather up Johann's treasure, and take it back to Berk. But keep your eyes open for Dagur, he could show up at any time" The sounds of loud hissing interrupted Hiccup as giant eels launch themselves onto the Reaper. "Silver Tongue!" but it was too late. The dragons had been spooked off, taking off, all except for Toothless.

As if things could be worse, several eels began to wrap themselves around one side of the ship, causing it to tip vertically. "The eels are pulling the ship down!" Fishlegs yells as you all begin to slide down the deck. "Fishlegs, grab my foot!" Snotlout yells in a rare moment of courage after he gets a grip on the ship. And like a chain each of you grab onto the other's feet, much to Snotlouts pain.

"We're gonna live!" Tuff cheers enthusiastically. Astrid, who is at the end of the chain, however, and gripping onto your feet begins to slip. "Astrid!" you look down to see as she loses hold of you. "Most of us are gonna live!". Hiccup and Toothless dive into the water after her, blasting the eels under water and pulling her out, scaring the eels away and causing the ship to rock back onto its hull.

As you each pulled yourselves up from the ground you clutched your ears at Snotlouts shouting. "Pardon me, does anyone else think that Johann could have warned us about I don't know, THE GIANT SCREAMING EELS?!".

"Snotlout would you relax" Hiccup scolds, "The dragons will be back. In the meantime, we stick with the plan. We find Johann's treasure, quietly". Snotlout frowns and stomps away, each of you splitting up to search a ship.

Once you had found an unoccupied ship you made quick to check the captain's quarters, which yielded no treasure. The hull, however, was a different story. Creeping down the stairs a gently as possible did nothing to silence the loud creak of the boards. "Odin's beard" you said, your jaw practically on the floor. The hull was filled with chests overflowing with weird green ores.

"What are you?" you inspect the ore; it was definitely not from the archipelago. The sound of a creak sounded behind you, someone is here. Quickly you draw your sword and crouch behind one of the larger chests.  

"Check down there!" with a grumble, another voice trudged down the stairs. "Nuth'n but more of the green stuff" the oafish voice called to the other. Peaking over the chest you looked the man up and down. Until a small sigil caught your eye, Berserker. The other voice called down, "Well, start loading it up".

"Damn it" no way to sneak out of this one.  The Berserker took three steps towards the chest to your immediate left, and you used this to your opportunity. Quickly you pounced on him, covering his mouth so he couldn't scream as locked your legs around his throat. He flailed around for around a minute and a half when he stopped moving. "What's taking so long? Hurry up!", "...".

"Did you hear me? I said, Hurry U-" The Berserker was interrupted by a large brick of green ore hitting him square in the face as you rushed up the stairs. You ran as quickly as you could, trying to use his disoriented state to your advantage but unfortunately, he wasn't the only Berserker on the deck. "Damn it" you were met face to face with five Berserkers two of which had crossbows now pointed at you. Begrudgingly you dropped your sword and kicked it over. leaving your hidden dagger in your boot.

"Sir" one of the Berserkers greeted, looking behind you. Turning your head, above you next to the ships steering stood the source of all of your problems.

Sarcasm spilled from your every pore "Oh well isn't that just perfect".

#dagur #dagur the deranged #httyd dagur #dagur x reader #daggers and daffodils #httyd #Race to the Edge

[lix-ables]

OKAY OKAY the rile him up channie drabble what if he doesn't touch you or let you touch him for 2-3 days and he plans to do it for a week but you get so incredibly needy, like you just become so submissive and obedient and whiny and you start nearly crying begging him to touch you and he finally gives in because he'll do anything for his babygirl even when she's been a brat but not without whispering how slutty you are only for him while he gives you what you want this is my chan brain rot hours I'm sorry 😩😩😩

— GENEROUS.

🦋 [minors dni, smut includes f rec, teasing, dirty talk, praise, mentions of sexting and guided mastrubation]

✦ note. - i had to get to this first bc im in my chan feels rn, the way this man is just ugh, but also watch this turn into a series now kjkjsdkh,, maybe i'll add the rest to part 3 wjdnnsnd we'll see.

✦ words : 645.

✦ masterlist. part 1

when chan said he wouldn’t touch you, as punishment, you didn’t think he’d actually mean it.

which brings you to your current position - you, in your bed, with your legs spread wide enough so anyone can see what’s happening, and oh, you were naked. the only one, because chan thought, and mentioned, that if you wanted to continue being needy and desperate, you can help yourself.

hence, he was fully clothed, sitting right opposite you until he decides he was too far away from you, and walks to the bed, and settles down next to you. yet, he feels so far.

you reach for him, your fingers close to touching his thigh, when chan shifts a little further away, just an inch. “no love, what have i told you? you can’t touch me. i’m being generous enough by sitting next to you, and helping you by telling you what to do,” he clicks his tongue, bringing your hand to your sides, his eyes watching your breathing and the way your body moved at just that single touch.

“so pretty like this - needy and desperate, just for me to touch you. but no, after that stunt you pulled, i told you, you’re helping yourself, yeah?” chan sighs, extending his arm to widen your legs a little more, and lets out a chuckle when you whimper at his touch. “now, you’re going to be good, and touch yourself for me okay? you’re going to touch yourself like i would when you’re under me, pretty.”

another whine leaves your lips when chan’s eyes stay locked onto your face like he’s silently telling you to carry on with whatever you were about to do. “don’t get shy on me now, baby. remember how just two days ago you sent me that voice note of you whining and moaning out my name? when you were touching yourself, those pretty tiny fingers of yours pumping in and out of your tight hole? remember how you almost gave me a boner when i was in front of the boys? touch yourself just like that for me, it’s just me,” chan continues, his voice making you feel way needier than you were much before.

sweet praises leave chan’s lips when he sees your hand make its way to your inner thighs, stroking them a little before finally reaching your pussy, fingers teasing just a little. with your eyes fixed on your boyfriend and your bottom lip between your teeth, you let your index finger collect your wetness, spreading it around a little, a moan leaving your throat - the raspiness making chan let out a quiet grunt as he sits back up, watching you.

“just like that baby. maybe next time you can just call me, hm? you’d like it if i guided you through your orgasm, just like this, wouldn’t you?” he mumbles when you let your thumb rub small and slow patterns to your clit, while you bend your knees, bringing it as close to your chest as you could. “that’s it. how about you move faster, and let your body relax? we can’t have you tensed when you’re making a mess on your fingers and sheets, yeah?”

you find yourself nodding at chan’s words, following his instructions - with you mewling at the way you felt your finger move inside you, while your thumb stayed at your clit. your toes curl when you feel your walls clench tightly around your finger, your mind filled with thoughts about wanting chan to be the one with his fingers inside you, wanting to see him groan and press kisses to your neck when he feels you squeeze his fingers.

that’s when you feel the bed dip, and chan shifts closer to you, his eyes shifting from your face to your hand resting on your pussy.

“how about i take over, love? show you how it’s done?”

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[professional-benaddict]

Stephen's dislocated shoulder - part 3

brainstormings with @dumb-bitch-starker 💗💗

part 1 - part 2

Neurosurgeon Stephen, Peter, dislocated shoulder, surgery, recovery, hospital, whump, fluff

Then, another part of the recovery begins. After sleeping for a few hours, Stephen wakes up to his shoulder hurting. The nurses are running behind schedule and haven’t put up a new morphine drip to replace the one that is running low. But, Stephen knows the PIN code to override the machine. And he does exactly that when Peter is getting food in the canteen. 

“Doctor Strange, did you override the pump?” A nurse asks sternly. 

Stephen blinks blissfully. 

“Maybe…” 

“I know you work here, Strange, but you’re now a patient in this hospital. You have to let us do the work, or we could lose our jobs, yeah? What if you went into respiratory failure?” 

Stephen brushes the nurse off. 

During the night, Stephen is unable to sleep due to sleeping all day, so he overrides the morphine drip again. Just a little something to get him to sleep. But, it works a little too well and the monitors start beeping angrily. Peter wakes up with a startle, then it quickly turns into a panic when Stephen is asleep and the alarms are blaring. Two nurses rush in and Peter is told to step aside. The nurses shake Stephen awake and put him on oxygen. 

“Stephen, you idiot!” The more senior of the nurses yells. “Your O2 levels dropped!” 

“I’m fine, I’m fine! Get this off!”

“NO.” The nurses answer in unison. 

Stephen gives Peter a pout, but the younger man just shakes his head. 

After his little stunt with the morphine pump, Stephen’s surgeon decides he has to stay one more night in the hospital. It is safe to say the neurosurgeon is not happy with that.

“I was “Doctor of the Year”, valedictorian at Colombia and the man who single handedly discovered a new way to operate on previously inoperable brain tumours.”

“Yeah, and you still made the stupid decision of nearly giving yourself a morphine overdose! You’re staying!” 

Peter snickers in the back, watching Stephen gawk at his coworker. 

“Surgeons are the worst patients, you can say it. I know he’s being an asshole. You should see him when he gets a paper cut.” Peter sighs. 

“Not helping!” Stephen pouts. 

Luckily, Stephen manages to pull his act together and is free to leave the hospital the next day. He is very happy to be going home, to sleep in his own bed and have Peter for himself. 

As dramatic as the hospital stay was, Stephen recovers quickly and his shoulder is nearly back to normal within three weeks. A few more weeks of physical therapy and he is back to work. The rest of the staff are very happy to have him back on the team. Although, at work he is now getting teased by his coworker surgeons and other staff. They all joke about how annoying he was while he was hospitalised. Stephen doesn’t let it get to him, but he does feel protective of Peter when they comment on how hot his boyfriend was. 

“You know, everyone keeps talking about you at ortho. They say how hot you were and such.” Stephen muses one night in bed. Peter is scrolling on his phone while laying on Stephen’s chest. 

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it almost sounds like you were doing a strip show while I was under.” 

“Maybe I did! I mean, how would you know?” Peter giggles. 

Stephen knocks the phone out of Peter’s hand, making the young man yelp. Their little playfighting soon turns into kissing. And kissing… into something even more fun. 

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[stargazing15]

Can you save me - Chapter seven

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x you

Summary: A hero arrived at North island to support Maverick on the Uranium plant mission preparation, underneath the though facade was a girl in desperate need of love, but can she love?

Warnings: funeral, probably cursing, a little smutty something, jealous Bradley, 18+

A/N: this is pure fictional, I have no knowledge of the military and I know this is all not possible in real life, it’s all for the sake of the story.

Enjoy!

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You stood in front of your mirror in you Full Dress Uniform, you hated the uniform. You had only needed it for funerals, just like today. I was time to send off Admiral Kazansky to his last mission, this is what you always told yourself at funerals. 

“You okay?” Rooster snapped you out of your daze.

“Uh, yeah.” Compered to you, Bradley looked dashing in his Full Dress Uniform and he saw your gaze towards your medals.

“You got a bronze star?”

“After my arrival here they, uh, reviewed my service record. The last mission apparently had ties to America so, yeah.” You say while fumbling with the medal.

“You hate them don’t you?” You nodded, he got the hint and hugged you from behind, wrapping his strong arms around you, making you forget it all, even if it was just for a couple seconds. “It’s okay, not all of these are nice reminders.”

“Thank you,” you turned around so you could face him, “thank you for you, you know how to calm me.” Him just being here with you was all you need.

Iceman’s funeral was heartbreaking to see, his wife and kids breaking down. It was good Bradley was standing next to you, so you could squeeze each other’s hand when memories from your parents funerals hit both of you.

On the other side of you stood Maverick, the look in his eyes screamed the loss of a close sibling to you. The man was strong, but you knew too that the passing of Iceman was not only going to hurt emotionally. You both hoped it wouldn’t effect the preparation for the mission.

As you expected, Penny called the day after the funeral, after Maverick had broken down next to her. Loosing Iceman didn’t only mean losing his best friend, his partner in crime. He also lost the only person knowing his capabilities. Yes, he could be a little nuts while doing his job, but that was who Maverick was, crazy in the coconut, but the best one there is. Losing Iceman also meant losing his place in the Navy.

“I’m on my way.” Penny could talk to Maverick, but she knew about your history, she knew how you and Maverick were alike in a certain way, she hoped maybe you could persuade him to do something instead of sulking.

“Hi Mav,” you said while handing him a beer you got from Penny.

“Hi Ric.”

“He’s watching you know,” you got a puzzled look from him. “Iceman, he will always be up there, just like Goose is watching over you and Rooster, just like my parents.”

“I know.”

“Do you? Then why are you still not in good terms with Rooster, show him you have always cared.  Show him he can trust you. Pulling his papers surely didn’t help, but he needed to know you cared about him. Goose knows you care about him, he would’ve never wanted to see you and Rooster fight.”

“It’s not that simple Ric.”

“It never is.”

“I rather have him hating me than hating his mother.”

“Spill,” you said after Maverick had stopped talking.

“His mother never wanted him to become a pilot like his father and I promised her I would try to prevent that before she died. So I pulled his papers, hoping he would get the message, but he’s too much like his father.”

“I - that’s a lot to carry, I’m sorry. Mav, there is still time to show him, he’s wrong about you. You two need each other.”

“It’s too late. I’m out.”

“Away with that shit, I might not know you that long, but that ain’t a stunt Maverick would do. You’re crazier then that.” He knows you’re right, which made him smile a bit. “Rooster, and the group, still need to believe that the mission can be flown. And I know you believe it can be, so I do too.”

“That sounds all very nice, but as I said, I’m out, Cyclone made sure of that.”

“Mav, seriously snap out of it, this,” you were pointing at him just standing next to you, “ain’t gonna help the mission, they need you, we need you. So, can you fly the mission?” 

“What do you think?” This was the first time today you saw a small smile on Maverick lips.

“Then show them,” he shot you one of his typical puzzled looks, “I don’t know steal a plane or something like that and show them how to fly it.” The part where you said steal a plane, you were joking, at first. “Oh fuck.”

“That idea does sound a lot like me, I like it.”

“It does sound a lot like you.” You both laughed and talked about how on earth Maverick would be able to pull off this stunt.

“But if things go south, you know nothing, understood?”

The plan really did work, and not in just one way. The face of the pilots finally lit up and something else had changed in Bradley’s eyes. And then there was admiral Simpson, his face, it was giving mixed signals. He looked on one hand relieved that the pilots had new hope to fly this mission and on the other hand like he was going to kill Maverick the moment he was going to land and everyone else involved.

“Understood, sir.”

“Maverick, my office, you too Ricochet.” Admiral Simpson had ordered after Maverick had successfully demonstrated the mission.

“Ma’am,” Rooster had come to you right before you were about to join the admirals and Maverick, “can I talk to you after?”

“Yes, that’s good Rooster, I’ll find you.” You smiled softly. After the events from a couple of days ago, all the parties knowing of your and Rooster’s relationship agreed to keep it quiet for everyone else. Yes, even Hangman agreed, but it didn’t keep form occasionally teasing you or Rooster.

When you entered admiral Simpson’s office you were scared shitless, the mood in admiral Simpson’s office screamed thunderstorm, changing your mood immediately, thinking this was it, the end of everything. The official end of your career, you getting send on the first plane or boat to whatever place they had in mind for you, which would all mean also the end of you and Bradley. All this when you were finally considering to never go back to your old life, that you wanted to figure something out with Bradley. Was this your wakeup call that life didn’t want you to change?

Maverick snapped you out of your thoughts when he bumped to your shoulder, realising you were not listening to admiral Simpson. The latter surprised everyone by appointing Maverick team leader for the mission and for you that he didn’t punish anyone. That your train of thoughts took the wrong turn and chose the negative track instead of the positive one, which is where you ended up, and you were thanking every single guarding angel you had up there.

“Congratulations.” You whispered to Maverick, earning a little smile from him.

“All dismissed, get some good sleep, tomorrow we’ll start with the final preparations.”

“I can’t believe we actually got away with it and you got appointed team leader. The boys ego’s will take this hard.” 

“Ha it will, but they were not ready yet to be leader. You really zoned out earlier, what was on your mind?”

“Oh, nothing important. I honestly thought we were busted and my ass would get kicked on the first plane out.” You smiled awkwardly, “I am really starting to like it here.”

“It’s a good team, it helps.”

“You still here?” You startled Rooster while he was checking on his plane in the hangars.

“Yeah, they are. I’ve gotta go, see you tomorrow.”

“Hmm, was waiting for you.” He came closer, your knees became weak at the sight of him, freshly showered, out of uniform, those beautiful brown eyes looking at you.

“I’ll go change quickly, meet me at my office, there we can talk more freely.”

“Office?”

“Medical room, where I examen you, you know after your flights.” You teasingly said.

“Oh yeah, sorry, see you in a bit.”

There was another reason you didn’t want to wait to go to your or his place and Rooster was going to find that one out very soon. Actually as soon as you entered the cabinet you started kissing him passionately, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore and guessing at the eager response Rooster didn’t mind it either. After you locked the door behind you, Rooster had lift you up and put you on the examination table. Clothes were shattered all around the table and hands roaming each other’s bodies.

“So Ma’am what got you so worked up, need an examination?” Rooster teased.

“Fuck, yes, stressful day.” You mumbled in between moans.

“Stressful huh, there is only one reason why you could be stressed, uh,” Rooster slid inside you after putting on a condom in a swift motion, “I love how tight you are, has my superior been naughty? Did you know what Mav was up to?” Rooster talking to you like this while thrusting in you made your brain malfunction.

“Shit, oh, Bradley, maybe.” You were trying to muffle your moans in his shoulder, but he was making it hard for you the way he was handling you.

“I knew it, do I need to punish my girl? Huh” That was it, the increasing speed of his thrusts and him calling you his girl made you orgasm, now completely collapsing on his shoulder.

“Not here, but can later tonight,” you smirked knowing this would send him over the edge.

“Well this was different.”

“Be prepared for more, let’s say the week before deployment gets to me, I hope you can handle that?” you smirked.

“Oh hell yes, my place is closer, ready?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The ride to Rooster’s place was not hot and bothered like moments earlier, but Rooster finally admitting that he had been wrong about Maverick.

“I think you were right about him.”

“I’m sorry, but told you so, he really loves you, he just has a different way to show it.”

“Thanks.”

“What for?”

“Being here, being with me, meeting me, kinda pushing me to the right direction. Proving me that I was wrong, I always held a grudge against him for the accident with my dad, but it really was a stupid accident, a malfunction. If you didn’t make him do that stunt, I don’t think I would have never realised it.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You smiled.

“Ricochet! Hey hey!” You recognised that voice and way of calling you anywhere.

“Are you ready for your punishment Lieutenant Commander?” Oh yeah, this was going to be a hell of a night.

“Nate! Oh my god!” You ran to him and jumping in his arms like a little monkey. Nate put you down and immediately noticed the small tears in your eyes.

“Are you crying? Come here sweetheart. You know you’re ugly when you cry.” You loved hugging your best friend, he was this giant teddy bear with the softest heart existing, and yet he was CIA.

“I hate you, it’s just been a long day and maybe I might have missed you.” 

“I missed you too.”

“Are they all watching?”

“Yes and I guess the one sending me death glares is your boyfriend. I’m happy you let him in.”

“Shush, we’re still keeping it quiet. Come, I’ll introduce you,” you said while taking his hand and guiding him to hangar.

“Everyone, this is Nathan Burke, my former handler, now my contact in the CIA and a good friend.”

“Hi everyone, I hope you’re all taking good care of my girl here.” If Rooster was sending death glares earlier, well now was even worse, his face was almost changing in a shade of green.

“Green doesn’t suit you.” Phoenix whispered to Rooster, noticing his jealousy.

After the introductions to the team, Nate handed over the envelop you had been waiting for, confirming your suspicion.

“Oh fuck. Mav?” 

“Yeah?”

“Here,” you handed over the content of the envelop, “oh”.

“Yeah, make sure no one crashes, there is really no plane available any of you can fly. The F14 is decommissioned, it’s dead. Plan B is me and my search and rescue-team.” 

“Nate, did you really fly all the way over here to hand me this envelop?” You questioned your best friend.

“Nah, just missed my baby girl.”

“Love you too,” you playfully hit his arm while smiling like crazy. With seeing him now 

“Have you told your sister about him?”

“Yep, we mailed a couple of times, it’s hard to find a moment we’re both free to call, so. But she’s happy for me. I really want them to meet.”

“It will happen soon. Speaking of the devil.” Nate said while signalling with his eyes to the approaching group.

“Hey guys, come join us, before he disappears.” You smiled, the three musketeers (aka Phoenix, Bob and Hangman) and Rooster quickly joined you, with Rooster standing extremely close to you, a little too close to your liking, still not wanting someone else finding about you two.

“So, you love him huh?” Rooster whispered in your ear, sounding extremely jealous. Of course spooks being spooks, they hear everything. You and Nate look at each other bursting into laughter

“I’m not his type, at all.” You said in between laughs.

“The pretty blonde is.” Nate said while winking at Hangman. If there was one moment you wanted to record it was this. Phoenix completely lost it, Rooster’s face went from angry to embarrassed to laughing at the whole situation and Hangman, well he looked like he’d seen a ghost, he had never been called pretty before. And all the other, they were thinking you were sharing embarrassing and funny stories. You were definitely loving it here.

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[kimageddon]

A Prince of Dathomir - Chapter 91

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Maul x Nightsister OC (Zaiya Valessa) - Prince of Dathomir Masterlist

Word count: Approx 3000

Contains/Warnings: Violence, insults, verbal abuse, blood.

Chapter Summary: Zaiya confronts bounty hunter trainer that she finds a thorn in her side.

Notes: I hope you are all doing well! I quite liked this chapter and I hope you guys like it too! More notes at the end!

Guilt - Part 1

Now that Alpha had returned to Kamino, he fell back into the routine of training alongside Zaiya rather easily, though this time he was standing beside her and calling the shots to train the new generation of ARC Troopers. He took to it like a pelikki to water. There was even a modicum of satisfaction in the way the cadets would scatter when he approached.

She noticed it specifically when he joined her one day in the mess. His steps heavy as he stomped over and dropped into the seat opposite her. She glanced up from her datapad, then back down. 

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” he asked, taking his helmet off. 

“Scaring people,” she replied.

“Aw, you scared, Ver’alor?” he teased her.

“Absolutely,” she deadpanned, “I am terrified.” Alpha let out a snort of derision and began to wolf his meal down. All the soldiers ate so quickly, Zaiya took her time, though she usually worked through it with all the stupid reports she had to file. Kaminoans seemed to love their reports. 

“Hm, maybe you should be a little more scary yourself… the cadets are getting too familiar around you,” the ARC Captain told her between mouthfuls, and jabbing his fork at her. 

Her mismatched eyes rose to look at him. She needed to…?

“Alpha…” he looked up, “have you seen me?” she asked, incredulously. He looked her over slowly, as though he had entirely forgotten that she was not only not human, but a witch from a mystic planet with greyish-blue skin covered in tattoos, ashen white hair and one glowing green eye. 

“You’re telling me that I look approachable…?” The two stared at each other for a moment before Alpha shrugged. 

“Maybe don’t smile --takes away all your…” he waved a hand at her vaguely. Her brow furrowed. “Yeah, make that face.” He went back to his meal and there was a twitch of a smile on his lips. Zaiya shook her head and sighed but couldn’t help but smile too. He was trying to cheer her up, she must have looked too serious again. He’d never admit as much of course, but she appreciated it anyway. 

Her attention was seized when she heard raised voices at another table and she looked over. Tension coursed through her on watching Master Chief Bric get in the faces of another squad, jabbing his finger in the chest of the leader of the group. Zaiya could already sense the emotions and anger rising from where she sat and decided to intervene before one of them did something stupid. 

“...have to pick up after your lazy asses! You’re not the only squad on this planet! Do you think you deserve special treatment?!” Bric’s voice was rising. After the stunt he pulled with the Domino squad just recently, she had been keeping her eye on him, and it seemed he was up to old tricks. 

“Master Chief… Jugg’s injured, and we just need to--”

“I don’t wanna hear your excuses! You and the rest of your squad are doing double shifts in this rotation!” the Siniteen spat.

“We already--” 

“Gentlemen.” Zaiya interrupted, the soldiers straightened and saluted, to which she nodded. “At ease.” 

She looked between them, it was a squad she didn’t know by sight, but they seemed to be the newest in Bric’s line of fire. He was a poor excuse of a trainer, letting his mood affect his work ethic. Though it proved very difficult to fire someone through Republic channels, she had discovered, much to her great irritation. 

“What happened?” She looked to Bric, first, his rank meant that she was supposed to defer to him first. She was careful to adhere to protocol around him, to ensure he never had a leg to stand on if he decided to complain about her. He’d disagreed with her being in her position since he’d arrived. Made worse by the Clones actually treating her with respect. 

“These snowflakes thought they could weasel their way out of their responsibilities! Their weapons aren’t cleaned and they are refusing to return to duty! They are clearly defective!” he raged and at the last word Zaiya had to struggle not to react. She simply nodded before looking at the Trooper beside her. She felt him tense. 

“And you, trooper…?”

“CT - 609--”

“Just your name is fine, if you’ve chosen one,” she interrupted. 

“Ah, yes Lieutenant-General,” the Trooper nodded, “I am called Ash, my squadmates are Fritz, Wire, Pod and Jugg.” Each of the clones nodded in turn, she took the one with the bandages to be Jugg. “I was just trying to explain to the Master Chief here, we had already done a double shift this rotation, though we were sent off as Jugg had a little run in with one of the training droids. Medic’s orders were for him to eat and rest and for us to look after him in case of complications. Cleaning an entire barracks’ worth of weapons is just going to make him worse.” 

“An entire barracks worth? Not just your own squad’s weapons?” she asked.

“If these clowns are gonna try and shirk their duties, then they’re gonna get the punishments that go with it! I’ve had enough of these clones trying to snake their way out of duty!” Zaiya turned to look at him with a dark glare. Choosing to promptly ignore his outburst, she raised her datapad to tap through it, searching for confirmation of Ash’s account. 

“Cadet Ash, it seems the paperwork has not yet come through from you to reflect your incident report,” she began, but tapped to another setting. “Though the medic report is here…” She hummed for a moment in deliberation, and looked back to Ash. “As per the medic’s orders you will eat, rest and keep an eye on your comrade. Penance for the late paperwork is to fill out the report for your team as soon as you return to the barracks. You will perform checks-ins every two hours on cadet Jugg’s condition for the next two rotations. You will copy me in to all of these, and I will be checking. Understood, cadet?”

“Yes, Lieutenant-General!” Ash snapped to attention and saluted.

“What the hell is this, Siren?” Bric interrupted, rounding on her this time. “This isn’t the first time you’ve undermined my authority like this, and I am getting sick of it! You think that you can just fix everything for them? They can’t come running to mommy whenever they don’t get their way on the battlefield!” He jabbed a finger in her face and part of her wanted to bite it clean off. Though the revulsion of having his finger in her mouth halted that thought immediately. By this time Alpha had joined her and she felt him tense over her right shoulder; he knew better than to step in however, despite wanting to. She could feel his anger rolling off in waves though she hardly needed the force to sense that.

“If you had your way, these men would not even see battle, you’d work them to exhaustion before they even had their chance to fight,” she sneered at him, having to choose her words carefully. “If I didn’t know better, Master Chief Bric, I would have thought you were sabotaging these clones.” Her brow arched, almost as a challenge for him to fight back. His anger at the suggestion he might be a traitor however proved to be too great and this time stepped in close. 

“Good thing you know better! I’ve been paid to train these whelps and your constant undermining has made them soft! Do your womanly instincts not allow you to let their precious feelings get hurt?” He jabbed his finger against her chest. “They still haven’t even cleaned their weapons and it needs to be done by the next shift!” Her lip curled and she was about to grab him when this time Alpha did step in. 

“Don’t touch her,” he snarled, stepping between them. Zaiya felt a spark of strong anger from the Captain and it surprised her, her own annoyance pushed aside for a moment. 

“Is this your latest plaything?” Bric was losing his temper now, and Alpha talking back clearly was pushing him further. She wasn’t prepared for what he said next. “How many of these toy soldiers do you let into your room? Is it one at a time or all at once?” 

Green smoke began to stream from her nexus eye and her black upper lip curled. Alpha glanced at her and his eyes widened slightly. She could feel the anger in him --though her own was becoming too distracting. 

“Y’wanna take this?” he growled quietly and her eyes narrowed to slits. 

“Gladly.” Zaiya straightened her back and shoulders. “Bric you have been one of the most vile, repugnant and loathsome bounty hunters I’ve ever had the displeasure to share air with. You are a backwards-thinking, mouth-breathing, self-important impotent little man with nothing afforded to you but your own ego. You fear that others will see you are mediocre and talentless at best, so you lash out at everyone else in order to hide your own deficiencies.” She leaned in a little, tilting her head to the side. “You are weak of mind, body and spirit, Bric, and these men are weaker for it.” She gestured to the clones around her who had become silent. Bric looked shocked but a second later he let out a rageful sound and charged her, whatever he screamed in his own tongue was decidedly not polite. 

It was what she was hoping for and the barest grin crossed her lips as she dropped her shoulder to defend. The movement was a blur of short jabs from the Nightsister. Before Alpha could step in to assist in any way, Zaiya had Bric flipped and pinned to the floor, her boot square against his collarbone, a scowl on her face. She towered over him, completely overpowered the male, and all he could do was lay there and look up at her with unfocused eyes. The bounty hunter had blood across his face, and Zaiya suspected one of her strikes had broken his nose. She pressed down harder as he tried to move and the Siniteen groaned in pain. 

“Now that I’ve spoken in a language you understand…” she sneered, “I hope you’ve paid attention.” Her head turned to Alpha who was smirking. “Captain, would you be so kind as to have someone drag this cikala tarfa to the detention level?” 

The entire mess hall began to grow louder as the cadets began to whisper among themselves, she just hoped that since several witnesses could attest to Bric charging her, that she had a decent argument in which to kick his useless ass out to the Outer Rim and leave him there. 

Sure enough, after a few minutes, some of the soldiers in charge of security along with Rein De had joined them. Zaiya was quick to explain the situation and much to the annoyance of the Kaminoan, the siniteen male did indeed have grounds to be locked up and a disciplinary hearing arranged. Zaiya had already flicked a brief report to Shaak Ti while she waited and was hoping the Jedi could step in to smooth over a lot of the pomp and circumstance. 

Glad to see the idiot dragged off, Zaiya was ready to return to work when she noticed Ash lingering in her periphery.

“I… Ver’alor, if I may?” he asked hesitantly. 

“Yes, Ash, go ahead,” she nodded.

“What… what should we do about the weapons that need cleaning, who should I assign to it…?” 

Ah yes… that was another issue she’d forgotten. The woman ran a hand over her braid and hummed in thought. 

“No need, trooper, you just worry about yourselves,” she was about to dismiss them when she decided to ask the location of the weapons cache to be cleaned. Alpha had returned from his short report about the incident and caught the tail end of the conversation. 

“You’d better not,” he glared at her. She thanked the trooper and looked at the ARC Captain. 

“Hm?” she asked innocently but Alpha wasn’t fooled.

“You’re gonna do it yourself, aren’t you?”  he accused and her lips pursed a little comically. “I knew it! You’re gonna make these boys soft with all your nannying,” he huffed, beginning to walk with her as she headed for the weapons themselves. 

“Were you watching me put that--” she grimaced instead of swearing, she waved a hand in the general direction Bric was dragged off to, “--on his ass?” Alpha couldn’t help but grin. 

“Yeah I saw it,” he chuckled, “very impressive,” he seemed very amused and she rolled her eyes in response. 

“Was it scary enough? Or should I have done what I wanted to do initially and remove a limb?” she asked. Alpha actually laughed and she felt her own mouth tug upwards. 

“Might have been a little messy,” he replied, a dark laugh following his words. 

“My thoughts exactly,” she chuckled, “no need to have maintenance clear up more of his messes than they already have to.”

“There you go being soft again.”

“Not at all.” She shook her head. “I just thought that any more time spent on that mo’orn is time wasted.” Alpha snorted derisively in response.

“Fair enough.”

----

The weapons were indeed where Ash had told her they were, and the Nightsister dragged the crate over to a nearby workbench and took a seat, preparing the area with all the items she needed for a full strip down of the pistols. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Alpha folded his arms as she prepped a cloth to lay the small screws on and stop them from rolling away. 

“Mhm,” was all Zaiya replied. She was aware she shouldn’t be picking up the pieces for this squad, but she’d gotten too irritated at Bric. So long hiding her emotions and yet it was far harder now she’d finally started letting them out again.

“You know you have a limited time to actually get all of these done before the next training session…?” he gestured to the crate irritably. 

“Then I had better move quickly,” she said, still more focused on what she was doing. Alpha seemed frustrated.

“Just call in another squad--”

“No Alpha.” She finally paused her movements, the first firearm in pieces before her, and looked at him. “I’m… I’m angry, this will help me… not do something stupid,” she admitted bitterly. Alpha looked at her for a long time, a frown crossing his face slowly. He seemed to understand there was more to it than just Bric. After a moment he nodded, and stepped away, leaving her in peace. 

Zaiya tended to her task quietly, and after about ten minutes realised that it would take too long and that she would never be done in time. With a sigh, she took the next pistol, it was her own fault but she had to live with it. She hummed a tune to herself to keep her mind from wandering. 

It was about then that the door slid open again and Zaiya was surprised to see Alpha standing there. Her brow rose.

“You get bored?” she asked with a smirk. 

“Not quite.” He entered the room and dropped into the spot opposite her. A moment later, she noticed a group of clones file in and looked around, seeming surprised to see her. Some of them being the ‘bad batch’. Crosshair made his way over swiftly, taking the seat directly beside her as the others filtered in. 

“Now who’s a wookie pelt?” she asked Alpha sarcastically. 

“Shut up,” he scoffed, “this is just to avoid wasting time.” 

“Mhm,” she hummed, a smile in her eyes and continued with the weapon she was working on. Alpha was not looking at her, his hands scrubbing at the blaster with his own military efficiency.  Zaiya returned to her own, eventually humming again. She hadn’t even realised she was until Crosshair nudged her with his elbow. 

“What song is that?” he asked quietly. 

“It’s Vode An,” Alpha interrupted, “it's one of the few Jango taught us.” Zaiya looked up in interest, her good eye lit up.

“And here I thought you said you hadn’t learned any songs.” Her eyes narrowed as she began to reassemble the blaster she was working on. Alpha just shrugged. She looked back to Crosshair and some of the other clones who were listening in. “You don’t know it?” she asked, they shook their heads. Zaiya let a smile cross her lips. “Perfect time to learn…!” Zaiya looked to Alpha, “gonna back me up on this one?” she asked with a grin. Alpha rolled his eyes.

“Fine,” he replied. Zaiya straightened her posture, tapping her foot as Alpha’s bassy voice combined with her own. 

“Kote!

Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an.

Coruscanta a'den mhi, Vode an.

Bal kote, darasuum kote,

Jorso'ran kando a tome.

Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an.” The other clones seemed to be understanding the importance of the song, as though it were written for them. Though an old ballad for Mandalorians, the clones seemed to resonate with it immediately. Even Crosshair, in his own reserved way, his lips moved slightly as he repeated the song with them under his breath.

“Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an.

Coruscanta a'den mhi, Vode an.

Bal...

Motir ca'tra nau tracinya.

Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.

Aruetyc talyc runi'la solus cet o'r.

Motir ca'tra nau tracinya.

Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.

Aruetyc talyc runi'la trattok'o.

Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an!”  There were loud thumps on the floor and table from the brothers around them. Zaiya began to walk them through the ballad until they could all sing it confidently. 

By the time they’d finished with the blasters, the men around her were well versed in the song and seemed in high spirits. They’d gotten all the blasters finished far quicker than she had anticipated. It seemed a helping hand was not so bad. 

Crosshair lingered as the others began to file out, she could see the slender silver-haired sniper in her periphery as she cleared the table with Alpha. Once everything was done she turned to speak to the enhanced clone-- but her comm interrupted the moment. 

“Just a second, Cross,” she muttered and answered. Her brow rose, “Rex old boy, what a surprise,” she chuckled, but it tied in her throat as she saw his face. “What is it?”

“It… it’s Wolffe,” he began.

Notes: Hello lovelies!

Welcome back, I hope you enjoyed that! Zaiya got in some ass-kicking and that sleemo Bric is outta there! But the call! Do we know what has happened to Wolffe?? I think some of you will have guessed it, but lets find out what happened to him next week, shall we?

I have been writing all week for this and I am really enjoying it, the comments on my last chapter really boosted my motivations and it really really helps. I often get into a slump right before posting a chapter like "what am I doing? Does anyone really like this? Does anyone really care?" so comments really help me tell that voice to shut up and drop-kick it into a box and lock it up for a little while.

I also just listened to Stories of Jedi and Sith, Chapter 7 audiobook, Ghosts of Maul and HONEY. Holy Lord on High. I listened to Sam Witwer deliver the story in Maul's voice and I just lost my damn mind. It had so many similar feelings that I want to capture in this fic and… just wow. If you have not read it, please go and read and especially listen to it. Wow wow wow.

That being said, as I mentioned, please please if you can, leave a comment as it really helps me keep writing and it's nice to know people actually want to read this story of mine. This week I am releasing a chapter of Sins of the Father so if you have not yet checked that out, please do, I am really proud of it. It is a modern AU with Zaiya once again at the helm so if it interests you, please go and have a look, I will release another chapter this Wednesday!

I hope you all are doing well and until next week… May The Force Be With You! ^^ <3

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[tarosin]

The great adventures of y/n tubbo jack and ranboo - relaxing with goats

this is part 15 to the great adventures series

an: i wrote this on my phone with auto caps off and my editor is too tired to edit so i apologise, i just wanted to get this out today :)

you were currently walking alongside jack the pair of you were on your way to visit Niki minx and Rhiannon to catch up and potentially stream, the pair of you hadn’t spent a lot of time with each other the past month as you had been focusing on streaming and coming up with back up plans just in case your career as a streamer came to an abrupt end.

“you’re paranoid l/n the people love you there’s no way they’d just leave you”

“well it’s always good to be prepared”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night what would you even do you don’t exactly have a lot of qualifications you said it yourself you don’t plan on going to university as you’re going to be a full-time content creator like your dear friends tubbo and ranboo”

“you sound jealous manifold and to answer your question I don’t know I’ll buy a couple of animals like goats and pigs maybe a cow for the fun of it and I’ll have a petting zoo, after all, some people pay to pet animals”

little did you know those words stuck with jack and that’s how a week later you got yourself into this situation, sat in the front seat next to jack playing a one-sided game of eye spy whilst josh tubbo and ranboo were doing god knows what in the back of the car. the only thing you had been told was to wear clothing you’re not too bothered about, keeping that in mind you wore Jack's merch just to see his reaction.

“Are we there yet”

“y/n if you ask that one more time I will cry”

“is that so bo….are we there yet”

tubbo sat fake crying whilst ranboo sat trying to hide the fact he was laughing. half an hour later you were all at the farm, ranboo held you and tubbo back as the pair of you were excited to see the animals

“will you two behave we don’t even know what we’re doing here”

“ranboo is in his parent arc”

jack came over to the three of you handing you all a bag of food for the animals

“aw fuck yeah I’m gonna feed animals…hey tubbo you hungry”

you stood holding the food towards tubbo who went to eat the food before being pulled away by ranboo

“hey I wasn’t really going to eat it I promise”

“so what are we actually doing today”

“goat yoga”

“YOOOOOO I GET TO WATCH EVERYONE GET ATTACKED BY GOATS”

you stood waiting with tubbo and ranboo whilst jack and josh continued with the introduction to the vlog well that was until tubbo decided to copy your previous stunt and started trying to feed josh goat food, this didn’t last long as jack realised he wasn’t sure where you were meant to go so the five of you began your journey

“they have religious birds here”

“The fuck did you just say ranboo”

“birds of prey”

“jack… let’s go home”

after walking for a few minutes jack and ranboo pointed out that they hadn’t seen an animal yet you stood hiding behind tubbo laughing whilst he pointed out that there was in fact animals as the pair of you saw an eagle not too long ago. you all ran to where the birds were ranboo instantly walked through the gate that clearly said no entry. you all went off to see the birds up close safe to say you and jack were amazed by this

“I'm very taken aback”

“Hi little one I would die for you- what the fuck is tubbo saying to that poor bird”

“only a small percentage of viewers-“

“he’s self-promoting to a bird…he’s repeating it... TUBBO ITS NOT A PARROT ITS NOT GOING TO COPY YOU”

a few minutes later you had seen enough and tubbo thought the same as he led you to the gate which like before said no entry and took you through it closing it on the others

“it says no entry you’ll have to go around”

“wow tubbo and y/n you both run the park now”

you both nodded and walked away the others caught up quickly, mainly because you found a rock on the floor which reminded you of ted and decided you needed to get it so you could send it to him.

“I wore the corpse drip just in case I got shat on by a goat”

“hey that’s why I’m wearing jacks merch”

“Thanks, you two really lowered both mine and corpse’ clothing line”

“no worries. OH MY GOD MEERKATS”

you ran over to the meerkats and started naming them with tubbo

“that one can be merlin”

“and that one that bit merlin can be called fucking dickhead”

ranboo noticed you weren’t paying attention walked up behind you resting his head on yours luckily for him you didn’t jump as he caught you off guard

“hello boo, if I jumped out of fear we would both have headaches right now”

“well I mean yeah but-“

“it’s crazy they’ve got all these tropical animals here though because they’ve got meerkats then they’ve got giraffes”

you stood laughing the fact ranboo didn’t catch on straight away made it even funnier, he lightly tapped you on the shoulder pretending to be disappointed but ended up laughing and making sure you were okay, you all made your way to see more birds and pretended to be disappointed when tubbo and jack made comments about dnf

“ranboo I'm staying with you tubbos making dnf jokes”

“of course, y/n id love to have you by my side” he turned to the others

“I hope you can sense my expression”

you all continued looking around and found some chinchillas and watched as they all ran around

“nahhh they’re so fast”

“I bet their heart beats so fucking fast”

after watching the animals for a while you all agreed you should probably find your way to the place you need to be. this was going well, till tubbo and jack found toy cars and decided they should sit in them

“short people activities.. you should join them y/n”

“isn’t this how you see normal cars…that’s what I thought”

you stood with tubbo watching jack give a tour of the mani-pad questioning why you willingly woke up early for this. it didn’t take long for their antics to end, yours on the other hand…

“oh my god we found the big boys play area”

you made your way to the mesh climbing area josh not far behind you

“josh you cannot be in there…y/n when did you get up there”

“I ran”

you were about to make your way down whilst the others were playing around with the fake cow however josh and tubbo, bored of playing with the cow, began to climb up meeting you halfway. that was when you all heard a crack

“well shit”

the three of you walked down the ramp laughing the entire time tubbo and josh were playing with the sand when you realised that if you made it to the top there was a slide you were about to climb up again however ranboo noticed and pulled you in for a hug

“absolutely not you’ll get injured”

you dramatically sighed catching josh’s attention, you pointed at the slide and laughed as josh and jack began to climb up until it cracked making jack give up for his own safety, josh however continued, you couldn’t help but laugh as the slide shook whilst he went down.

as much as you wanted to stay in the play area it was time to make your way to do the activity you actually came for. as you were walking you and jack teased ranboo for being tall before being distracted by a shetland pony

“that’s a goat”

“wow I’ve never seen a goat look so much like a shetland pony before”

unsurprisingly you all got distracted by the animals and another play area, you sat on the grass whilst tubbo and josh were on the trampoline and ranboo and jack were sat on a wooden train. you spent this time talking to some of your friends from college

f/n <3: y/n have you even started the summer work?

y/n: no I’ll just do as much as I can later, I brought it with me to tubbos house

Tom <3: call me later I’ll help you

y/n: we don’t do the same subject but okay

f/n <3: I’ll join too

the others had left to race on you tractors and began making their way to the goats before realising you were still on the grass

“I thought it was quiet”

ranboo walked over and picked you up carrying you over to the others

“oh hello boo”

“hello short one”

ranboo noticed another play area and took you along with him, you laughed as he placed you down on the grass and began to race on the obstacle course around 14 seconds later he finished and you all made your way to goat yoga for real this time, you and tubbo said hi to all the animals as you walked by before being interrupted by a goat. you all went over to the rather loud goat, it was around now you were regretting your life choices.

“yo that goat ate another goat”

“I think you might be right”

you were stood petting the goat as jack read out the sign

“Are any of us pregnant”

“I hope not”

“I am”

you continued to talk to the goat deciding to ignore jack and tubbos antics this didn’t last long as tubbo dragged you away claiming he had something amazing to show you.

“…chickens?”

“kfc”

“TUBBO?!?”

you heard ranboo laugh and walk away to tell jack what happened, you and tubbo stood laughing at what just happened, a few minutes later you both made your way back to the others to feed the animals, you laughed as the goat took the food out tubbos and then your hand, it was moments like this neither you or tubbo would forget, ranboo watched the pair of you with a smile, oh how it would hurt when he had to leave. a little while later a worker came over to get everyone ready,

“do you love your clothes”

“no”

“They both made it very clear they don’t care about those hoodies”

you were on the mat between ranboo and jack and watched as the goats were placed into the enclosure with you all, the moment tubbo laid down a goat immediately began climbing on him making you laugh, karma soon caught up as the moment you laid down the same goat began to climb on you.

“Gunther loves climbing”

you watched as the goat named Gunther walked all over jack before jumping onto you, you all signed a contract

“tubbo signed the date as today”

“oh he really did, he signed it as today with a smiley face”

you all laid down watching the goats run and jump around, occasionally running over the four of you

“This is way more dangerous than I was led to believe”

“death by goat sounds pretty cool”

you played with the goats as the others watched one of the goats attempt to eat Jack's hat whilst on his back before in ranboos words trick shotting off his back. you all began to do the yoga, this was going well for a few minutes you laughed as tubbo and ranboo had goats on their back and you didn’t, this didn’t last long as the goat jumped from ranboos back onto yours resulting in you falling from the plank position, a few moments later Gunther made another appearance jumping all over the four of you, this inspired the other goats as they too began climbing and jumping off the four of you

“I am going to feel that tomorrow”

you looked over to your left noticing one of the goats decided to just stay on ranboos back so rather than helping you and tubbo began to play with the goat

“don’t let him up”

“oh he’s balding…stress, goat taxes are getting too much”

a few minutes later you heard ranboo talking about push-ups, not thinking he was being serious you turned around to see he was in fact serious and was doing push-ups with a goat on his back, jack then went on to do the same until the goat jumped off.

“go on y/n your turn, you did say earlier on the way you were stronger than me”

determined to prove to ranboo that you were stronger you too did push-ups with a goat on your back, however, you only managed to do two until you fell, tubbo cheered you on the entire time. everything was going well, that was when you heard them talking about bringing in a goat named Gary

“do we want Gary”

“I'm worried Gary might be one of the pregnant ones”

you and tubbo just nodded, they wouldn’t tell you anything about the goat apart from the fact his names Gary which made you intrigued to see Gary. you later found out that you all had to warm up from Gary and that he was banned from goat yoga.

“well he sounds fun”

“goat yoga with convicts sounds fun to you y/n”

“yeah”

you and ranboo stood petting a donkey whilst the others watched them find Gary and put the smaller goats away, you heard jack sound confused as to why they were bringing out another goat

“jeff”

“they had to put away the baby goats because jeff might bully them”

the four of you made a pyramid for the goats to walk under this worked for a while until one of the goats had better plans and walked over you and then stood on tubbo. jeff began jumping all over the four of you. if you didn’t have a bruise on you by tomorrow you would be amazed, you were quickly pulled out your own thoughts by tubbo having multiple goats on his back, you stood leaning on ranboo watching as jack got on tubbos back once the goats had jumped off.

“oh no tubbo a goat, I think it’s Gary”

you all continued being jumped and walked over by goats whilst trying to do the yoga a little while after the goats and jack had teamed up against tubbo, jacks hat soon became the centre of attention again this time Gary decided he wanted the hat and wouldn’t give up, jack ended up handing it over to Gary

“Stop bullying me please…actually I would like that back eventually if you don’t mind” he did eventually get it back, well you think so. you and ranboo were a little preoccupied as two of the goats were using the pair of you as a bridge and would constantly keep walking over the pair of you. you all ended the session by cuddling with the goats and you had never been happier.

the ride home was quiet, mainly because you and tubbo fell asleep in the back of the car. the rest of the night was spent on call with Tommy and f/n working on the summer work your college had set whist tubbo and ranboo streamed.

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[finelinevogue]

Can you write something about when Harry and Y/N broke up but fans speculate that they got back together and they did get back together. They broke over something stupid, please. You don’t have to do this exactly it can be something like that.

let’s see how this turns out! hope it’s what you wished for?!

The last few months had been rough.

What had started as rumours of a breakup between everyones favourite couple, you and Harry, had turned into an actual breakup.

It had started by Harry spending more time with Olivia, due to press for Don’t Worry Darling. They were always hanging out with each other, even when there was no publicity stunt telling them to. You found it appropriate at first, wanting the movie to gain some form of reputation, but after a while you believed it turned South. It was becoming a definite friendship and not just because they had to. It was the way that Harry would bring Olivia over for dinner without checking with you first, or taking the dog for a walk with her not you, or even staying longer out on stunts than they needed to just because they wanted to.

So you challenged Harry on it. Hell, even the tabloids were challenging you both - claiming Harry had split from you for Olivia. You made him question whether he thought his actions were irresponsible and appropriate or not, to which he thought there was nothing wrong and thought you were being irrational. You didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, only to find him later on the phone speaking to Olivia about how crazy you’d been acting about it all. So you showed him crazy and walked out.

Until today.

For over a half a year your sister had her wedding planned and Harry was supposed to be your guest. You were nervous about turning up without him, because your family were very judgy. Your sister couldnt help being the smarter and the prettier one, but she also didn’t have to parade it around so everyone knew of it. Your mum and dad thought you a disappointment for the longest time, but once you’d gotten a job and had moved out they were a bit more loving over you. Still didn’t hide the fact they desperately hoped for you to have a relationship. It wasn’t that you were bringing Harry along to prove that someone loved you, but more to prove that they would never fully be satisfied whether you had a boyfriend or not. There would always be a podium stand slightly lower for you to stand on.

However, they didn’t know about the breakup.

“Y/N, nice to see you. Where’s Harry?” Another guest asked you, relatives of your mum. It was the same question over and over again, no one really caring about how you are but instead whether you’re in a positive relationship.

“Oh um I think he’s just running a bit late.” Was your chosen answer to respond to said question. It was repetitive, but it kept people off your back.

The wedding was completely beautiful. It was in a beautiful church and was decorated to perfection. The theme was white and royal blue, something your sister had always dreamed of. Children played amongst the pews and family relatives mumbled to each other about gossip. There was still a heavy sadness to the event. Maybe it was because your sister hadn’t asked you to be a bridesmaid - instead, choosing her best friends instead - or maybe it was because you missed Harry so much.

He’d fucked up. He really had, but it didn’t take away that burning passion for him that spread like a wildfire in your belly. You missed him. You still loved him. Worst of all, you had to pretend everything was all alright in front of your family when actually you were breaking apart inside.

Harry hadn’t messaged saying that he was or wasn’t coming, but after everything that had happened you were confident he was going to be a no show, and you would be the embarrassment of the family once again. Your relationship had been very private and exclusive, but Harry’s fans were so investigative you wouldn’t be surprised if they knew that you’d broken up and were aware that you were at a wedding today without him. Neither of you had made a public statement about your breakup, but neither of your wanted to damage each other even more. Fans suspected though and rumours travel fast.

“Y/N how are you doing? How’s Harry?” Another aunt came and asked you, this time with your mother in tow.

“Oh he’s great, yes.” You smiled forcefully, not actually having a clue how your ex-boyfriend was doing. You didn’t keep up with his social media because you were afraid of what you might find.

“Where is he? Is he here?” Your aunt asked.

“He’s late, apparently.” Your mother answered for you, sneeringly. “You’ll be made a fool of if he’s a no show Y/N.”

“I know.”

“I hope everything goes well for you both.” Your aunt kindly said, before waiting for your mum to say something nice too. That was a mistake though.

“Well it’s unlikely she’ll find someone again!” Your mother laughed and pulled your aunt away from you. You furrowed your eyebrows and let your heart sink low.

What were you thinking, letting Harry go like that? Your mum was right, you were never going to find anyone else again. You were so lucky with Harry. He was so kind and so patient with you, but obviously he’d run out of steam towards the end. It doesn’t surprise you. You’ve always been told you’re a mighty handful and you need a lot of work put into looking after you, so you understand why you were probably too much for Harry. The showbiz life had never really been something you’d completely submerged yourself into, whereas you guess for Olivia it was rooted in her from birth. She understood Harry’s world the same way he did hers. They would match perfectly for each other, if that’s what they wanted.

You watched the room continue as usual, but you couldn’t keep yourself here. There was too much sadness welling deep within you that you wanted to just run and then keep running. So you did, only to get as far as the bench in the front courtyard. The outside felt calmer and more freeing than inside, you sat and absorbed it for a while, not realising that you were crying until your pretty multicoloured dress had grown darker with a pool of your tears.

“Shit.” You tried rubbing the tears out, but only made you cry a little harder. You thought about your makeup running and tried to compose yourself, fanning your face to calm it down from the heat now.

“And here I was thinking weddings were supposed to be happy.”

You stopped fanning your face to look at him. You couldn’t believe he was standing there, dressed in a beautiful white suit and salmon pink shirt underneath to compliment the colours of your dress - the outfit that you’d helped him pick out over a year ago. He’d remembered. He trusted that you’d still be wearing this dress. He was a sight alright. A vision of beauty and love.

“Harry?” You questioned, wiping your under eyes to clear away any running mascara, not quite believing he was standing there.

“So what was it? Bad music playing? No vodka? Or maybe there’s nowhere for you to escape to go read the book I know you have stuffed away in your clutch bag.” He stood at a distance from you, hands in his trouser pockets, to make sure you were comfortable.

“I brought vodka instead of the book.” You chuckled, reaching into your clutch to prove it to him.

“Lucky for you, i’ve come to save the day.” Harry reached to the inside of his blazer pocket and pulled out a Kindle. You’d always been debating whether or not to buy one, because the feeling of having a book to turn its’ physical pages is a feeling second to none. “Take it, it’s yours.”

Harry handed it out to you and you stood up to reach for it hesitantly. Harry assured you that it was okay and that you’d been reading too many books if you thought it was a trap of some sort.

“Thank you, Harry.” You spoke sincerely. You stroked your thumb over the cover and turned the case lid over to start up the screen. The screen lit up and it was set to a picture of your favourite quote, annotated just as you would have in your own book. You chuckled and let a few tears drop from the kindness of all of this.

“And then…” Harry unlocked the Kindle with your birthday as the password, before clicking on the library so you could discover what was waiting for you on your virtual shelves. Harry had downloaded all your most favourite books, whilst also downloading the ones he knew had been on your to-be-read list. He’d even added a few of his favourite books too, just because you liked reading his recommendations.

You smiled, but felt so lost.

“W-why are you here, H?” You asked, closing the lid and bravely looking up into his enchanting eyes. You had to control yourself not to comment on how wondrous they looked.

“To save the day.” He chuckled in repeat, until he knew you weren’t taking that for an answer. “Because I fucked up. Big league time.”

“Yeah.” You whispered, looking down at your shoes to see that they weren’t that far apart at all. He was so close to you, yet he wasn’t yours to catch.

“And i’ll never forgive myself for letting you walk out of that door. The promotion shit with Olivia? Done. I’ve finished. I explained that the movie isn’t as important to me as you. You,” Harry paused to breathe out, and took the risk of guiding your jaw up to meet your gaze with his soft hand, “you are real Y/N. You’re so important and key to my life and it bloody terrified me, still does actually, to think that you make me feel this way. I want everything with you. Marriage, kids, a home. A life. I was so worried I would screw it all up, though, to the point where I did screw it all up. I lost you and so I lost me. It’s selfish of me to ask whether any part of your heart still wants me, but—”

“Yes.” You quickly interjected before he could say something he’d later regret. “There is, yes.”

“R-really?” He stumbled over his response, not expecting you to react so soon but his words had got to you. His feelings were vulnerable and raw and it reminded you of how much you love him and feel safe with him.

“Why? Would you like me to say different.” You teased.

“No,” Harry rushed, stepping closer towards you, “God now. Stay, please. Forever, if you’ll have me?”

“I can deal with forever.” You leaned up to where his lips were, craving the taste of them against yours so badly. “Can I?” You looked between his lips and his eyes, watching his eyes coo in admiration of you. His arms snaked around your neck and cupped the back of your head, resting his ringed fingers against your skin delicately.

“You don’t have to ask, angel.” And with that you didn’t hesitate to reclaim your clips on his. He tasted as sweet and as soft as you could remember. The hint of mint sweets he kept in his car could be tasted all over his mouth, and he could no doubt taste the vodka on yours. He took no time in rushing to have his tongue exploring your mouth once mouth, biting on your lip when he got the chance to. He wanted you to remember this moment and how much love he has for you, and always will. Just as you do for him.

Hesitantly pulling away you smiled at him cheekily, feeling so much lighter and happier to have him here. With you in his arms so expertly.

“What?” He asked, leaving a quick kiss to your nose, inhaling his scent as he did.

“Just can’t believe you’re here.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, and he leaned into your touch so comfortably. He had missed you so damn much, and it showed.

“Let you down once before and I wasn’t going to do it again.”

“So you’d have shown up even if I hadn’t?”

“Not happily, but yes.” He laughed thinking about it.

“Why?” You laughed with him.

“I’ve got to make my impression on your family somehow. Need to remind some of them how amazing and beautiful their special Y/N L/N is.”

“Some are going to need a lot more persuading than others.” You sighed, side-frowning over your words.

“No offence, but anyone who doesn’t treat you as a fucking diamond doesn’t deserve you and should watch out for kick up their backside from me.” You laughed over his empty threat and buried your head against his chest, listening to the heartbeat and rumble of laughter that came from within. This moment alone felt like home. Safe and warm.

“I love you, H.”

“Bloody love you too.”

Harry ended up returning to the wedding with you, much to your mothers surprise, and you both enjoyed the celebrations together. You shut yourselves out from everybody and just danced, talked and drank the night away.

You were so in love.

Later, photos got leaked of the wedding and it showed you and Harry dancing away in one of the backgrounds of the photos. It was supposed to be a shot of just the bride and groom, but you two have managed to get caught in it. You looked so caught up in each other that you still weren’t even aware the photo had been taken. You and Harry had determinedly avoided the camera all night, exactly for this reason, but a part of you was kind of happy that this one photo got leaked, because it showed the world that Harry was yours and you were his. It showed that you were together, or back-together as addressed by some FBI fans, and that you were stronger for it.

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[dr4cking]

I just came across your blog and I love your writing so much. Can I request where reader and draco are in a secret relationship so she likes to tease him in public by flirting with guys!? And he gets like so possessive and fucks the living shit out of her 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

Consequences.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | anon requested.

a/n : thank you for requesting! this was so fun to write! <3

this is one of the most excited things she got when she signed a deal to be in a relationship with the one and only, draco malfoy.

they have been secretly dating for 7 months and the fact that no one know about this, making the adrenaline of getting caught more exciting.

y/n loves how draco would treated her like she is the only girl for him, which is true. but she also likes how she would seek a chance of getting him worked up when she gets on his skin then she would get what she wanted.

like now, it was no different days but she decided she would add some fun today, she loves when he goes rough with her in bed and now she makes sure she would get it without having to look desperate.

y/n smirked as the brightest idea popped up in her mind. draco is the type of jealous and overprotective boyfriend, so why doesnt she proves it today?

she admit she was kinda scared when she saw the angry version of her boyfriend but she loved it at the same time. she likes to tease him, knowing he cant do anything.

and if this how she would get what she wanted then she would take it.

she walked out of her dorm and run downstairs, she knew draco already waiting for her in the great hall. it would be the perfect chance for her.

her eyes looking for the blonde haired guy as soon as she entered the great hall and she found him already looking at her, his eyes were telling her to sit near him,

but no, not today.

y/n took a seat beside theodore nott, a friend of draco who would always take his chance to flirt with all the girls who passed by him.

“hey nott, you’re looking good today” y/n raising her voice a little bit louder on purpose, draco who sat across them already fuming at her flirty voices.

“hey y/n its all you, looking hot as always.” she laughs although its not really funny, she cringed at the way her laugh sounds but play it along when she heard a thumped sounds from a fork dropped to the plate.

y/n continues her flirting with theo touching his arm and laughing about his jokes until it was time for their class. she looks at draco’s red face and give him a wink and a smirk.

“what the fuck is up with your bratty behavior today?” draco asked as he walks past her, he makes sure no one was looking in their direction.

“who are you calling brat? because i’m for sure not one.” y/n replied giving him her sly grin before she runs to the class not giving him the chance to answer her.

they were sitting next to each other in potions class, draco tried his best not to distracting the class by calling y/n’s name at any chance he got but she was still ignoring him and told him it was nothing.

“baby, did i do something wrong?” she swore she almost wanted to stop all her game when she heard the intonation in his voice but she decided to be stubborn.

“its nothing draco i promise” y/n shoots him a smile reassuring him, the least she could do right now.

professor snape called out and announce that they’re gonna make a new potion and have to partner up with someone and when he listed her name with harry potter, she couldnt get more excited as she look at draco and shot him an apologetic smile.

“hey y/n, could you bring the ingredients i’m still working on how to make this properly” she nodded at harry’s order and get the ingredients immediately but not before taking a look at draco and swaying her hips on her way making him glared at her.

“here, harry. so, what’s the first step?” y/n asked and do what harry instructed.

she keeps asking him not-so- important questions to keep their conversation going but to make it worse she touched his arm on purpose and twirling her hair.

draco behind her already watching every move she made.

but whats make draco more mad is when they finished the potion and y/n jumped happily as they successfully made the potion and give the chosen one a tight embrace.

draco stormed out of the class balling his fists up, anger radiates off of him making all people passed by him to back off a little. y/n noticed this right away feeling guilty and decided to follow him but he was nowhere at the sight.

she was still looking around for draco asking people if they’ve seen him but the answer is no.

until a cold hand grabbed her wrist harshly and pulling her in one of abandoned class. she yelped when the person lock the door and put his hand on her mouth to muffled her scream.

“you did that on purpose, dont you, brat?” y/n rubbed her thighs together as she recognized the deep voice behind her, its draco.

“now you gonna have to stay quiet and be a good girl for me while i teached you some lesson, yeah?” she only nodded at him cant speak as his hand still on her mouth.

“for the whole day i’ve been wondering what i did wrong to make you act like an ungrateful brat. but all i see now is that you just need to be tamed, right?” draco whispers into her ear guiding his free hand down to the bottom of her skirt after y/n gives him a nod of permission.

he sneaked his hand under her skirt and put it in her panties rubbing her cunt getting her aroused then he pushed in his fingers into her without warning making her body jolt out.

“you just wanted to be fucked braindead, yeah? what a dumb girl” his hand still remain on her mouth not trusting she would be able to keep her voice down.

y/n put her hand on his hand that were buried deep inside her and pushing his fingers deeper into her starting to fuck herself on his fingers making him chuckle.

“think you deserve to cum after what you did earlier, hm?” draco said taking all the control in his hand and starts to thrusting his fingers deeper and faster.

his long fingers abused her cunt just like the way she needed and when he curls them inside she screamed, luckily his other hand still covering her. she was squirming there and then under his touch.

y/n rolled her eyes back in pleasure when his fingers meet her spot and pumping into it over and over again.

draco feels her walls clenching around him and quickly pulled them out of her leaving the girl whining.

“think about the consequences next time, princess.” draco turns her around and pushes her chest against the wall, placing her ass right in front of his crotch.

“i’m sorry i’m sorry draco! please i need to cum.. fuck me please dray punish me!” y/n finally let her voice out as his hands are too busy roaming around her body.

a hard smack delivered to her ass making a loud sound causing her to whimpered at the sting.

“stay quiet princess or i will not consider about giving you the chance to cum” she shuts her mouth instantly as draco unbuckled his pants letting it falls to his ankle.

y/n cant help but letting out high pitched moan when his hand came in contact with her marked ass again and when he pushed her panties aside finally lining up his cock against her entrance.

“now you will remember who you belong to.” draco said as he slammed all of his cock inside her, pounding into her right away not giving her time to adjust.

“oh fuck! y-yes dray..” y/n moans out loud which earned her another slap on her sore ass.

“quiet, brat” she tried to hold her moan by biting her lips but it just slipped off of her especially when his tip hit her spot.

draco’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, groaning quietly as he let himself disappear inside her going in and out of her with snaps of his hips, each time it gets harder and faster.

he roughly squeezed her breasts through her shirt making her shirt ruffled and messy before letting his hand down to circling her clit.

“make yourself cum, y/n.” he slaps her sensitive clit a few times making her writhed, ripping her orgasm through her body, she doesnt care anymore when she moaned his name out loud.

“feels so fucking good” with the last thrust, draco stilled and shoots his thick cum into her non stop, painting her walls white with his liquids over and over again making the girl moaned when her panties became sticky.

draco pulls out and put his pants back on. he stared at her fucked out body before turning her around to face him and quickly pressing their lips together kissing her passionately.

“next time just ask me if you want your needy pussy to get pounded hard by me. dont you dare do that stunt ever again.” y/n nodded at his words giving him a cheeky grin. sweats running through their bodies.

and when they opened the door, all the students that passed by giving them a weird look, draco smirked at them before pulling y/n back into a deep kiss.

“mine.”

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pls i love this one-

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[i-cant-sing]

Hey I have a yandere erasermic obsession. I don’t know if you do angst but what if they were punishing reader and she gets really exhausted and passes out. They think they killed her, I know this is dumb and you don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable-🍓 anon

Yandere Erasermic punishing reader

I've missed these two a lot😭

Anyways, enjoy! Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Yandere Erasermic:

"Hey! I'm home! How are my darlings- Shou? You okay?" Hizashi asked as he entered his home. He was looking forward to spending time with you and the hero, but judging by the pissed off look on Aizawa's face, it didn't seem like happening.

Aizawa was taking deep breaths, his eyebrows furrowed and face contorted into a scowl. God, what did you do now? Hizashi couldn't help but wonder that, as he slid onto the couch next to his husband.

"What did she do now?"Hizashi asked, resting his head on Aizawa's chest as his arms wrapped around him.

Aizawa closed his eyes in annoyance, his own arms engulfing Hizashi as he let out a huff. "She's so ungrateful."

Hizashi lightly chuckled at that, waiting for him to continue. "You know what she did today? She tried to escape. Again. I don't know how she got the code to unlock the main door, but she opened it. She barely made it 2 steps out the door before I pulled her back in. I was taking a shower and she thought she could make a run for it. " Aizawa runs a hand through his hair, but Hizashi suddenly caught it. He looked at his husband's hand, it was turning a nasty shade of purple, and was red around the knuckles, slightly swelled. "Shou, babe... what happened to your hand?"

Aizawa exhales deeply, closing his eyes, trying to control his anger. "Our sweet little darling happened. After I got her back in, I told her to apologise. You know what she did? She spit at me, screamed all kinds of profanities. When I took her down to the basement to chain her up, she tried attacking me." Aizawa clenched his jaw. "I was only going to leave her there for the night. But what she said to me next... Hizashi, I lost it. I punched her." Hizashi's eyes widened. He knew Aizawa wasn't one to lose his temper easily, he knew he wasn't one to resort to violence immediately. So the blonde could only wonder what in the hell did you say to him. "Shouta... what did she say?" He asked softly, almost afraid of the answer himself.

Shouta looked at his husband, trying to calm himself when he told him what you barked out. "She said...she said that she wondered how UA let... let creeps like us around kids." Hizashi's eyes widened. If there's one thing he knew about Aizawa, it was how deeply he cared about his students, treating them like his own children. He prided himself in being their teacher, and so the nerve of you to even say something so disgusting like that, Aizawa was bound to snap.

"I cant believe she'd say something...so horrible. I'm so sorry, Shou." Hizashi whispered, nuzzling Aizawa's neck. The pro hero only grunted. "Whatever. I think it'd be good if she stays down there... for 2 weeks. Yeah that'd be good. And no dinner tonight either. I don't want to put up with anymore of her bullshit." Hizashi only nodded, but then caught another look at his hand and he stood up, pulling Aizawa along with him to the kitchen. Hizashi pulled out a bag of frozen peas and started applying it on his bruise hand to reduce the swelling.

As the two ate dinner, Hizashi couldn't help but worry that if Shouta's hand looked like this from the punch, then what did the receiving end look like. He chose to remain quiet on that matter, not wanting you to ruin the night anymore.

The next morning when Aizawa woke up, he went downstairs to the kitchen to find his husband. Hizashi who was almost done plating up, greeted Aizawa with a kiss. "So, should I take this plate down to our baby bird?" Hizashi asked, already knowing Aizawa didn't want to see you yet. You had really hurt him. Shouta nodded as he took a sip of his coffee. "Be right back." Hizashi pressed a kiss to his lips before going to the basement.

Hizashi opened the door to the basement, walking down the stairs, hoping to see you greet him like the angel they know you are deep down. But when he got down there, he saw you were still asleep on the floor, your limbs still bound to the chains. Your face was turned away from him and Hizashi wasnt sure if he wanted to see the damage that was done to your face.

Hizashi just called for you. “Love, I’ve brought breakfast! Eggs and hashbrowns! Your favourite!” When you didnt respond, he just sighed before placing the plate on the floor. Your chains were long enough to for you to reach it, and while Hizashi wished nothing more than to feed you himself, he knew you needed to be punished.

As he went up the stairs and out of the basement, he couldnt help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on him.

“Do you think she’ll be sorry after her punishment?”Hizashi asked his partner.  Aizawa rolled his eyes. “Unlikely. But she’ll learn to think twice before she says stupid shit like that.” Hizashi chuckled, but secretly hoped that would be the case. He got up from the couch where he and Aizawa sat. “I’ll go get her plate.” They were done eating 2 hours ago, but still waited for you to finish up because they know how stubborn you are.

When Hizashi walked down the stairs, he wasn’t surprised to find your plate untouched. You would always do that the first few days, before finally succumbing to your hunger. Pointless, really. But what disturbed him was how you were still in the same position he had seen you in 2 hours ago. And it was coming to him how still you looked, he couldn't see your body moving a single muscle, he couldn't see if you were breathing. 

Hizashi walked towards you cautiously, waiting for you to jump up and scare the crap out of him. But his breath hitched when he finally saw what had happened to you. 

A big bruise had formed on your cheek, swelling and taking all the shades of the purple, blue and green. But the worst part was seeing the blood and a clear liquid dripping out of your nose slowly, forming a pool around your head.

He turned you on to your back and started shaking your shoulder. “Darling? Wake up, baby. Its me. Baby, wake up.” But your body remained unconscious. He started tapping your cheek, only then noticing you weren’t breathing. All the alarms went off in his head. “SHOUTA! COME DOWN OVER HERE!” 

Shouta rushed to the basement, wondering what stunt you pulled now. But seeing your limp body in Hizashi’s arms, blood coating your cheeks, he knew something terrible had occured. Aizawa ran towards his partners, looking at your bruising cheek. “She’s n-not breathing. She’s not fucking breathing, Shou!” Hizashi sobbed as Aizawa took your wrist in his hand. His blood ran cold when he found no pulse. “What are we gonna do?! She’s dead! Our baby is dead!” Shouta blocked out Hizashi’s voice. They both cant be panicking right now. Aizawa turned to his partner. “Hizashi. Bring her up. I’ll get the car out.” He commanded. “H-hospital? Shou, its too late-” Hizashi cried out but Aizawa gave him a stern look. “Bring her up. Now.” 

They got to the hospital in fairly record time, passing you over to the doctors while Aizawa made up a story of how they found you in an alley. Only after the doctors left them alone did it dawn on Aizawa how serious the situation was. He killed you, didnt he? You would still be alive if he hadnt hit you. How could he ever claim to love you when he hurts you-

Aizawa shook his head, he could wallow up in his guilt later. For now, he needed to comfort his husband and pray that you make it through somehow.

A few hours later, the doctors had given them an update on your condition. You made it, barely. Something had hit your face and damaged some part of your brain, causing there to be a very slow heart beat. But you're all okay now, since they brought you in time.

When they were allowed to finally go in, thats when Aizawa finally broke down. Seeing you unconscious, knowing he almost killed you, it got to him. Hizashi wanted to console Aizawa, but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side. Hizashi pressed soft kisses to your temples, wiping his tears that fell on your cheek, while Aizawa stood to your side. He wanted to hold your hand but he was afraid to hurt you again. As the duo sat by your side, they made a silent promise to never hurt you again, at least not physically.

After that incident, you'll never be left alone. The two are always breathing down your neck, drowning you in love, looking at you with even more fondness; obsession and protectiveness swirling in their eyes, right there with guilt.

Aizawa would never apologise, but that doesn't mean he's not sorry. You would often wake up to him looking at your bruised cheek with worry, caressing it so gently, as if he'd break you. He'll be a lot more demanding with physical affection, always wrapping his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap and tucking your face under his chin as he cards his fingers through your hair.

You didn't think Hizashi could be anymore overbearing, but you were proved wrong. He'd panic if you were out of his sight for more than 5 minutes. Always worrying, paranoia creeping up on him when you're not in the same room as him. And when he would finally find you (mostly in the bathroom), he'd check you all over for injuries, not trusting your assurances.

Punishments aren't violent anymore. They're humiliating. Pulling you in their laps and feeding you by hand, talking about you as if you're not there, making you take baths with them(not showers because they end too quickly), making you sleep with them, naked.

And the couple won't lie, but this form of punishment seems to be far more effective. With how quickly you turn docile, folding in on yourself as if you could hide from them... its cute.

But hey, its better than getting beat, right?

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[planetsano]

everyone finds out you two are dating.

SYNOPSIS: Class 1A find out you're in a relationship with some of your favorite MHA boys.

TAGS: established relationships, secretly dating, social media, making out, date night, sitting on kirishima's lap, fluff, slice of life.

CHARACTERS: bakugou katsuki, eijirou kirishima, todoroki shoto, kaminari denki, izuku midoriya

— bakugou

Everyone finds out you two are dating when he accidentally posts a video of you captioned, "this idiot 🧡", on his snapchat story.

It was a Saturday night and you both decided that it would be nice to spend the night in enjoying each other's company. Obviously you told your friends that you would be busy studying but in reality you were actually with each other.

You were on his bed wearing one of his ridiculously oversized hoodies. Admittedly, he thought you looked cute. You had sweater paws like c'mon. He wanted to save the memory.

(Contrast to popular belief, Bakugou is capable of being a cute boyfriend sometimes. He's just rough around the edges, ya'know?)

When you looked up from your switch you saw your boyfriend recording you with a smirk on his face.

"Stop, I look ugly." You whined and hid your face behind your handheld game.

"No, you don't. Shut up." He scoffed.

"Make me." You stuck your tongue out and flipped him off.

"What do you want anyway, stinky?" You asked resuming your animal crossing gameplay.

"Show me your shitty island." He said.

"Really?!" You looked up at him again with your face lit up in excitement.

"Sike, no." He deadpanned behind the camera.

"I hate you!" You whined & jumped on him starting a play fight. The video was cut with a shaky camera & couple of your giggles.

After about maybe a minute of roughhousing, Bakugou's phone started to blow up with texts, snaps, and facetime calls.

"Someone's popular." You said while looking up at him. He pinned you down easily since he had a physical strength advantage over you.

You were curious as to why his phone was blowing up so suddenly but you were too entertained by squeezing his surprisingly squishy cheeks.

While you did that, Bakugou grabbed his phone. The facial recognition automatically unlocking it for him.

"The fuck?" Was all he said scrolling through all the notifications. He was confused.

One text in particular out of 64 unread stood out to him. It was from "Mina 👽", and it said:

"No but really, did you mean to post (Name) on your story? 💀🤚🏾 I knew you guys were going to date at some point!!"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

— midoriya

This man Midoriya is terrible at secrets. So it didn't surprise you when he accidentally spilled the tea about your relationship.

It all started when Uraraka, Momo, Iida and Todoroki asked him if he wanted to join them for dinner that night. Apparently they were treating themselves to something fancy.

"I'm sorry guys. I can't. I have a date with (Name) tonight." Midoriya doesn't even give what he said a second thought.

Everyone literally stops. "Date? 🤨"

"Yeah. I have a date... with...." Realization hits. "You know what? I've really gotta go guys! See ya!" This boy tries to run but they stop him so fast.

They have so many questions. The main being when exactly did you guys become an official thing and why didn't they know about it.

Midoriya tells them that he's not sure if he feels comfortable without you being there to answer all the questions they have since they weren't even supposed to know to begin with.

They're all understanding and don't push him any further. He's already embarrassed enough. The most important thing is that they're happy for the both of you.

Now the only thing on Midoriya's mind was how to tell you he told half the friend group you two are dating over dinner.

— todoroki

You both really thought no one would catch you guys sharing a "quick" makeout session in the kitchen area.

It was risky to begin with because it was like 9pm on a weekend and more than half the class was still awake roaming around the building.

But honestly, neither of you could help it. You were at that point in the relationship where you just couldn't keep your hands off of each other.

Plus that little adrenaline and dopamine you got from pulling little stunts like this made it all the more fun. It was you guys' little secret. It was fun.

You were sat on the kitchen counter with Todoroki standing between your legs. His hands were placed on your thighs mindlessly kneading at them while your arms were lazily draped around his neck.

"Sho, I really wanna kiss.." You said softly.

"The others might come in soon, love." His voice was so smooth. He really didn't want to tell you no but you guys were already pushing it in this position.

"Just one tiny little kiss?" You gestured the words tiny and little with your thumb and pointer finger. "Pretty please?" You pouted playfully and batted your eyelashes at him.

Todoroki mentally sighed in defeat. He just couldn't say no to you.

With that you two shared a simple kiss, then another just a little longer... and the last kiss turned into a full blown makeout. You didn't know how much time passed before you both heard a forced cough.

You guys pulled away and looked at this kitchen area's entrance to see Denki, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Asui.

Denki: "Care to tell us when UA became Love Island?"

Kirishima: "Aw, come on guys. The counter?"

— kirishima

Honestly, this pairing is bold because you two fully outted yourselves out willingly.

1A decided to have a movie night in the common area one Friday night. It would be some fun considering training and classes were particularly hard that week. It would be nice to blow off some steam and goof off.

You were a little late coming down from your room because you had to finish up some important papers your work study requested.

When you finally got down to the common room, everyone had already claimed their seats.

Kirishima sat at the end of one couch and the spot next to him was already taken :(

Through 1A's chaos and chatter, you locked eyes with him and pouted subtly.

Just when you were about to sit on one of the empty pillows on the floor, Kirishima beckoned you over with his head and patted his thighs.

He gives you a wide toothy grin when he sees you walk your cute self right over to him to plop yourself right on his lap.

"Hey." He looks up at you with a goofy smile while he wraps one of his arms around your waist.

"Hi." You smiled at him and ran your fingers through his hair. He had it down which was your absolute favorite. You guys didn't even notice the chatter die down until

"Um.. are you guys dating?" Midoriya asked carefully. The whole room silently thanking him for being the one to ask.

"Huh? Oh yeah, totally! I'm her/his/their man!" Kirishima smiled widely and gave a triumphant fist in the air.

*cue Denki, Mina, Sero, & Bakugou angry (but supportive ❤️) at you guys for not telling them*

— denki

Okay, this one is pretty funny.

Behind closed doors, Denki made it a habit to quickly kiss your lips before you two part ways. For example, when he leaves your dorm to sneak back to his, he gives you a quick peck before he leaves.

Everyone engaged in their own separate conversations waiting for class to begin.

Denki was sitting on your desk while you sat normally in your chair. Mina, Sero, Kirishima and Bakugou were gathered around holding a conversation about the homework that was due today and how it was harder than usual.

"Alright, everyone to your seats." Aizawa said as he walked into the classroom. Everyone audibly sighed and sulked back to their seats.

"I'll see you after class, babe." Denki as he leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

Now...

It only registered until after he pulled away from you that he kissed you in front of everyone.

You guys just stared at each other like "😀"

1A: 🤨🧐🤭

Aizawa: 🧍🏻🗿

"I don't care what you guys do outside of class.. but PDA isn't allowed in the classroom."

Yes, Aizawa put y'all on blast and if you weren't already embrassed, you are now.

© all content belongs to rekiri 2021. do not modify or repost.

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[wiypt-writes]

25 Days Of CHRIS-Mas

Day 13: Why Wouldn’t You Be?

Summary: Your boss is the biggest jerk on the planet…or is he?

Pairing: Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim vs The World) x Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, Lucas Lee’s eyebrows

W/C: 1.2k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist  

Day 12: Jake Jensen (The Losers)

The LA weather sucked. It was wet and dreary, drab and gray. Much like his mood.

Lucas Lee sat laid up on his couch, both legs propped under a mountain of pillows in casts. He'd broken them in a boarding accident while on set of his latest action film. It should have been an easy stunt, but ever since that little prick, Pilgrim, had done him dirty that time, he’d been off his game. As such, here he was, facing Christmas without the use of his legs.

And right now, he needed to pee.

"Y/N!?" He yelled through the living room loudly, or screeched rather.

"In a second!" You called back.

“I gotta pee!”

"I said hang on," you grumbled, walking into the expansive open floor space. He watched as you grabbed the wheelchair from the corner and wheeled it to the edge of the couch.

“You know, if you’d have just let the stunt double take that jump, we wouldn’t be here now.” You grumbled.

"Uh, I get paid more for doing it myself." He stated as if it were obvious. He felt a jolt of discomfort as you harshly pulled the pillows from under him and swung his legs out.

="Yeah, and how's that working out for you now?" You huffed, clearly exhausted from your extra job duties as of late.

“Clearly not great, I’ll admit that.” He conceded, “it’s probably the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

"Oh really? I can think of others."

“Yeah, suppose that time I got arrested when that chick went missing from that Haunted House was pretty bad.” He conceded as you helped him stand before he proceeded to just flop into the chair.

"I don't get paid enough for this crap." You grumbled.

“Lucas Lee Enterprises pays all its staff well.” He pointed at you. “Besides, no one made you stay. I told you to permanently hire that hot nurse that came out the other day to give me a sponge bath.”

"Yeah, and she refused to come back after you slapped her ass, like the one before her who said you were a little too suggestive." You stopped at the bathroom in his master room.

“Clearly lesbians.” He sniffed

"Face it, Luke, no one wants to work for you unless they're a hooker or a slut."

“Yeah, which one are you then?”

"Neither, I’m just stupid."

At that he snorted. “Whatever.”

"And I'm the only one who hasn't quit. So, stupid, broke and I clearly have a soft spot for assholes who can't do shit for themselves."

“Why do you keep saying you’re broke?” Lucas frowned at you

"Student loans, car payment, live in LA. Although that is pointless as I'm here with you until you at least start physical therapy and can drive yourself around again."

“You got somewhere else to be?”

“London.”

“What?”

“That’s what I’m missing to be here, my family vacation to London so… look, I thought you had to pee," you sighed, ignoring his question. "I'm not holding it for you. Your arms aren't broken. Sit and piss into the bowl like you're three again and let me know when you're done."

With that you left him to it, retreating to the door of the room whilst he sorted himself out.

"Merry Christmas Eve," you sighed, your eyes rolling up to the ceiling. Whilst work was important, you were beginning to question your decision to skip the family trip to London. Even the award season in the new year now seemed like a huge pain in the ass seeing as you’d be pushing an equally huge pain in the ass down the red carpets now instead of being able to melt into the background and mingle with the stars, maybe flirt with some hot, famous actor…

Sometimes you wondered how the fuck you’d gotten into this line of work.

Your frustrated groan was interrupted by a holler of your name. "Coming!"

Five minutes or so later you were back in the lounge, Lucas settled on the sofa again.

“If you need me, call my mobile. I’ll be in the den, okay?” You looked at him.

“Wait…” he looked at you, taking a deep breath, “I know you think I’m a douche bag but, well, I get how shit this is you being away from your family. I’m…well, thank you.”

He saw your shoulders slump. He heard your sigh. But you didn't turn around, "thank you." And you walked off.

He watched you go, a strange feeling gnawing in his stomach. Was that… was that guilt?

No, Lucas Lee didn’t do guilt. And why should he? Anyone in the world would give their right arm to work for him, the biggest star in Hollywood. But try as he might, he couldn’t get your defeated nature out of his mind. He even tried to distract himself with his stellar performance in “You Just Don’t Exist,” but he just couldn’t pay attention.

With a groan he reached for his phone and scrolled through to his agent.

“Lucas?” The familiar New York accent hit his ears and he took a deep breath.

“Yeah, I need a favour…”

******

You cursed under your breath as the doorbell rang, glancing at the time on your phone. It was gone eleven.

“I swear to god, if that’s a hooker I’m going to cut his dick off and feed it to the fucking guard dog.”

You stormed across the glossy tiled floor and headed straight to the camera.

“Yes?” You spoke into the intercom.

“Hi, erm, my names Lauren, I’ve been told to come over, Mr Lee has hired me for…”

“Oh for the…” you buzzed her in through the gates and stormed through to the lounge. “Are you for real? Seriously?”

“Erm…what?”

“The blonde at the gate! I mean, what the hell do you expect to do with two broken legs?”

“That’s why I hired her, because I can’t do anything for myself!”

“You could do… that for yourself!” You scoffed.

“What the-ohhhh, I see.” Lucas’ ridiculous eyebrows became more pronounced as he arched one. “You think she’s a hooker!”

“Well, who else-“

“She’s a nurse.” Lucas snorted, “taking over from you. You’re relieved of your Lucas sitting duties.” He saluted.

You swallowed, a cold feeling washing over you. “You’re… you’re firing me?”

“What?" He scoffed. "No, course not. As annoying as you are and as much as you hate me, I actually think you’re pretty damned good at your job.”

“Then…”

“Check your emails.” He waved his hand, “you’re booked on the first flight out to London tomorrow morning. Consider it a Christmas bonus.”

"What?" You gasped, and pulled your phone from your pocket. He watched your eyes light up and a grin spread over your lips. "Oh my God!"

“Yeah, so I’d go get packing if I were you.”

"Lucas, I...."

"Go, Y/N."

With a happy little chuckle, you threw yourself forward and hugged him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

“Merry Christmas, Lucas.” You smiled. With a spring on your step, you headed to the doorway before you stopped and turned back. “You know, I moan about you a lot but… I really am glad I work for you.”

With a smirk, he quipped an eyebrow again. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

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Day 14: Mike Weiss (Puncture)

#wiypt25daysofchrismas #day 13 #Lucas lee #Lucas lee x reader #reader insert #bad eyebrows time #scott pilgram vs the world #chris evans characters

[kiridarling]

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒.

katsuki bakugou | birthday gone wrong (aha), f!reader, baker!reader, pro hero!katsuki, blizzards, angst and smut, exhibitionism, cockwarming, begging, confessions. minors dni!

— 4.7k words

Wanna blow off some steam?

“Surprise!”

Katsuki jumps ten feet high, and the plastic grocery bags precariously balanced on each finger tear without a second thought. Apples hit the ground with a thud and the egg carton with a depressing slap; one that signifies the crack of at least half a dozen. Katsuki looks at the crowd, red-faced and livid, and Eijirou Kirishima intercepts the awkward silence with:

“Happy Birthday Bakubro! I know y—“

“Said that I didn’t want a fuckin’ party?” Katsuki growls, groceries forgotten on the forgotten. Eijirou looks guilty and chuckles, scratching the back of his head.

“W-Well, yeah, but—“

“Everybody out.”

People sigh, and you think you hear Denki whisper told you he’d kick us out. You hate to say that you foresaw a similar outcome. Katsuki’s never been one for people.

Especially you.

“Awe come on, Kacchan,” Izuku says with hands on his hips. “We came all this way! Just let us stay for a little bit.”

“Yeah!” Eijirou seems to cheer up once given a sliver of hope. “Plus, we got cake and stuff. And Just Dance.”

Katsuki narrows his eyes, but you know better—he’s always had a soft spot for the redhead. You all wait with baited breath, wondering if this entire evening was a bust, as Katsuki weighs his options in a pool of fallen groceries.

“One hour.”

Eijirou gasps so hard he chokes, and Katsuki’s generosity earns him applause from the audience. (Plus whoops and hollers from Denki and Mina.)

“And I mean it—y’all have sixty fuckin’ minutes before you’re gone without a goddamn trace. Kapeesh?”

“Kapeesh!”

Katsuki sighs, rubbing at his temples as he steps over the mess at the front door. You assume he’ll make Eijirou clean it up. “Whatever. Where’s the fuckin’ cake?”

Ah.

“In the kitchen, my good sir!” Denki says as he ushers the ash-blond into the said kitchen, the rest of the party hot on their heels. Eijirou grabs the cake from the fridge and you’re tense until the plate hits the marble of their island.

“Flavor?” Katsuki asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, I dunno, [Y/N] made it,” Eijirou throws you under the bus, just like that, and you want to scoff at the way Katsuki freezes—if only for a moment. Eijirou’s oblivious as ever, “[Y/N]?”

“It’s red velvet,” you say, trying not to burn under Katsuki’s carmine eyes. You don’t know why he doesn’t look away.

“Frosting?”

“Buttercream.”

As if you’d give him anything else.

Eijirou tries his best to cram 26 candles into the cake before being forced to opt for 23 lest he ruin your decorations. Denki presses him to make a wish and Katsuki rolls his eyes as he blows out the candles. Eijirou wipes an invisible tear because ‘his boy is getting so old.’ Mina and Jiro cut the cake and people seem to enjoy it, and you think that maybe, reuniting with your high school friends after so long isn’t as bad as you thought it’d be.

Even if he said he never wanted to see you again.

“—due to the incoming blizzard, we highly suggest all those who reside in the red and orange zones stay inside until it passes; which should be around ten am tomorrow morning.”

You spoke too soon.

Katsuki turns to the crowd, and you know what he’s going to say before his lip curls.

“Out.”

“Kacchan, don’t be unreasonable!” Izuku says from his comfortable position on the couch. “We’d get caught in the storm if we leave now.”

“Not if you’re fuckin’ fast enough,” Katsuki growls, pulling the greenette’s to his feet by his hair. “Get out, I’m not bunking with you fuckers overnight.”

“Dude,” Denki points to the window, and if you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought the blizzard had already started. “If we leave now, we’ll literally die.”

“Die, then.”

Eijirou sighs, clapping his roommate on the back. “C’mon, man. You know we ca—“

There’s a whirr then a click, and the lights and tv die at once. You can’t see a thing but you definitely hear Katsuki shout:

“Motherfucker!”

Eijirou turns his phone flashlight on first; Katsuki’s busy angrily flicking at the light to no avail. You sigh, turning to the ash-blond (and ignoring those ugly fucking butterflies in your stomach.)

“It’s a blackout Katsuki. The lights aren’t going to work.”

“Don’t you think I fuckin’ know that, dumbass?” And your chest tightens because even though he’s not eighteen anymore, he sounds the same—but you aren’t sure why you expected him to sound so different either.

You lift an eyebrow (not that he can see it), “It doesn’t look like you do.”

Denki snorts at that, hollering about how you just owned the ash-blond as Katsuki yells at him to shut the fuck up. It’s...familiar and comfortable, like you’re all in high school again, before you had to worry about your friends dying in their line of work because you couldn’t be there with them.

Before you got injured.

“Well I mean, we have a few blankets,” Eijirou offers, and as your eyes slowly adjust to the dark, you’re convinced you see his figure cross the living room. “And like, sweatshirts if it gets too cold.”

“It’s already getting too cold,” Mina says, and you can’t help but agree. The quickly cooling room has the goosebumps raising on your shoulders, and you’re starting to regret forgetting your jacket at home.

“Okay! I don’t have that many, but,” Eijirou hollers from somewhere, before returning with a handful of cloth. He drops it onto the coffee table. “Plus Hanta and Denks left their hoodies here last time.”

“Oh shit, we did?” Hanta says, and you assume it’s his figure who starts digging through the clothes. “Totally thought I lost this, lol.”

“Did you just saw lol out loud?”

“I did.”

“Ooh Ei, do you still have that old Red Riot hoodie?” Mina asks, and all of a sudden, she’s all over the pile. She finds it before the redhead can answer and snatches it away with a gasp.

You watch the pile dissolve in the darkness, one by one, and by the time you reach for something, your palm hits the cool wood of the coffee table. Fuck.

“Oh [Y/N]! Do you need some of my blanket?” Mina offers, but the blanket is small, and wrapping it around both of your shoulders just renders it utterly useless. You shake your head after she tries for a while.

“It’s fine Mina, I’m not that cold,” you laugh, but she shakes her head vehemently.

“No! Girl c’mon, you look like you’re freezing!”

And, well. Freezing is a stretch. Sure, you’re a little cold, but you’ll live.

“Do you need my sweatshirt?” Eijirou asks, already pulling at the hem. You roll your eyes.

“I’m serious guys, it’s not that bad,” you say, waving your arms for emphasis. They all grumble but they give up, and you feel like you can finally relax.

Something soft and army green drops into your lap. You pick it up in confusion, before looking up to see who dropped it.

Katsuki looks down at you, face glowing white from the phone flashlights. His eyes pierce your soul nevertheless.

“I don’t ne—“

“Take it.”

Katsuki takes a seat next to you on the couch in his own hoodie. You don’t realize until you put it on that he gave you a sweatshirt themed after his own hero costume.

You can’t sleep.

You can’t sleep, and you’re sure it’s due to the temperature. The wind howls and it sounds like you’re in the eye of a tornado, loose branches knocking against the rattling glass, and upon looking through the window, you see nothing but stark white. You sigh, checking the time on your phone for the fiftieth time this hour. Yep. Still four am.

“Stop fuckin’ movin’, dumbass.”

You all decided to bunk in the living room for warmth. You’re surprised Katsuki stayed, though; you figured he would just head to his room and let you all fend for yourselves while he slept in a comfortable bed. But here he is, sleeping next to you on the cold fucking floor.

“Sorry,” you say, but it’s hard when your shivering and your jaw aches from stunting your chattering teeth. Katsuki and Eijirou only had a limited amount of sleeping bags, meaning you’ve got to share a blanket with the hulking ash-blond.

“You cold?” He grunts. You don’t know why he’s asking.

“No.”

Katsuki sighs, and you hear him adjust, the blanket sliding from your neck to your shoulder. “You’re a shit liar.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows to glare his way, and you look to notice Katsuki’s laying the same way.

“What’s your point?”

Katsuki doesn’t answer for a moment, but it doesn’t seem like he’s looking for an answer, either—his neon red eyes glow through the dark and straight into your soul, and the next time you shiver, it isn’t because of the temperature.

“You’re stubborn.”

You roll your eyes, scoffing, “Thought you figured that out senior year.”

Katsuki’s face flashes with an emotion you can’t quite pinpoint before it’s gone again. “Yeah. You’d think almost dying would fuckin’ fix that.”

You sigh. Looks like you’re having this conversation now, then.

“I didn’t almost die—“

“Yes, you fuckin’ did,” Katsuki snarls, and Denki almost stirs at his raised tone. “You took that bullet and you didn’t get up for months—“

“And then I woke up and everything was fine! Seriously Katsuki, what’s your problem? I lived.”

“My problem is that you shouldn’t have been there in the goddamn first place!” Katsuki says through grit teeth. You watch his temple roll underneath his hairline. “That was my fuckin’ fight. I don’t need some chick jumping in front of a bullet for me just ‘cause she thinks I can’t take it!”

You scoff, looking around to see if any of your other sleeping friends are listening because get a load of this guy. Naturally, they don’t respond.

“That’s what this is about? Oh, well I’m sorry I bruised your dignity because I didn’t want to see you get fucking shot!”

Katsuki chest inflates with disbelief before it deflates again, and he’s rolling his eyes before he says, “That’s not—you fuckin’ know that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh really?” You laugh, and goddammit Katsuki, you just had to bring it up, didn’t you? “Because waking up after two months to your best friend telling you to give up doesn’t preserve your dignity at all, huh?”

“I didn’t tell you to fu—“

“You said those exact words, Katsuki. You said give up, and you left the hospital.”

The ash-blond has nothing to say to that, because he knows that you know you’re right, and trying to jedi mind trick you into believing he isn’t an asshole won’t work.

“Well you fuckin’ listened,” he grumbles, more to himself than you, but enough emotion flares in your core to make you want to scream.

“I didn’t have a choice,” you say, huffing, before turning your back to him, deeming this conversation over. “Good night, Katsuki.”

There’s a lull and it has you convinced you’ve won, finally relaxing (as much as you can) onto the cold floor. At least arguing heated your blood up a bit.

“The fuck do you mean?”

You roll your eyes even though they’re closed before you hop back onto your forearms to give the ash-blond a nasty look. “What?”

“You...said you didn’t have a choice,” Katsuki says, and it’s the first time you think you’ve heard him sound weary. Unsure. “The fuck does that mean?”

“It means I had to give up on being a hero either way.”

Which sucked. Because you had spent the past four years of your life working your ass off to save others, and you wind up out of commission before you even got started. You...suppose you didn’t tell Katsuki the whole story. Well, you hadn’t had a chance to—today’s the first time speaking with him since you woke up in the hospital.

Katsuki eyes you out of his peripheral, but only for a second. “And that means...?”

“It means that if I land on my spine the wrong way, there’s a high chance I’ll be paralyzed from the waist down.” You growl, frustrated that it was easier to coax the truth out of you than you thought.

The bullet buried close to your spinal column. You had to do PT for months, relearning how to walk as you slowly regain your motor functions. That’s when you started to bake.

“Oh.”

The howling of the wind turns from somewhat soothing to aggravating as Katsuki’s unimpressive “oh” hangs heavy in the air, and you find yourself sighing, the puzzle pieces finally clicking in your head. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Katsuki asks—he’s still not looking at you.

“Blaming yourself,” you gesture to his figure, which is lax with depression, lacking its sturdiness and usual fire. “You didn’t shoot the gun.”

Katsuki snorts at that, running a hand through his hair, “I might as well.”

“Stop.”

“You got shot because of me,” Katsuki says as if it were a fact. “They were trying to kill me. Not you.”

“And they didn’t kill me. I’m here and you’re here. If I hadn’t been there, you’d be six feet under right now,” you reason. Katsuki shrugs because he’s just as stubborn as you are, and you figure he’s been carrying around this baggage for too many years.

“Does your back hurt often?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I mean sure, I get flare-ups sometimes, but it’s not too bad. Doesn’t really get in the way of baking as long as the table is high enough.”

Katsuki thinks for a moment, teeth worrying his bottom lip. “Is the table high enough? At your café.”

You shrug, failing to see where he’s going with this. “I have a platform thingy, so. It’s mostly for decorating cakes and things—“

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“What?”

“I’ll buy you a new table,” Katsuki says, nodding to himself as if he was confirming the idea. “A higher one.”

It takes a second for his offer to process, but once it does, you’re fighting a smile. Still the same kid. “Kats, I don’t nee—“

“An—And if you need a new chair. I’ll pay for that shit too.”

You shake your head—mainly in disbelief, “I don’t need a chair, Katsuki.”

“Then what?” He asks, and it almost sounds desperate with the speed he rushed the sentence, “Y’need a car? That hunk of junk you drive could use some work.”

You ignore the jab, because your car works perfectly fine thank you very much, and snort at the suggestion of such an outrageous purchase.

“What? You tryna be my sugar daddy or something?” You joke. Katsuki gives you a look, and it's dead serious.

“D’ya need one?”

“I—no!” You laugh, and have to remind yourself to reel it in before you actually wake Denki up. “I’m fine financially I just—what’s gotten into you?”

“Nothin’.” Katsuki quickly grumbles, facing forwards again. “I just...”

You raise an eyebrow, “You just..?”

“I dunno. I dunno,” Katsuki shakes his head. You let him gather his thoughts in silence before he tries again. He doesn’t.

“Then fuck me.”

In your defense, your mouth moved before you thought it through.

Katsuki has an unreadable look on his face, but his voice is anything but steady when he says, “What?”

Fuck. Fuck.

“U-Uh, I mean,” you recoil. Stupid big mouth. “I—you—don’t worry about it.”

“You said you wanted to fuck me,” Katsuki deadpans. You choke.

“I—no, that’s not—“

“That’s exactly what you said.”

“No, I meant as in I’m pent up. Obviously,” you defend with a huff, crossing your arms on the pillow as you glare daggers his way. Katsuki matches your stare.

“Not as pent up as a Pro Hero,” he scoffs, lifting an eyebrow. You take it as a challenge.

You click your tongue in faux pity, “Awe, the number two hero Dynamight doesn’t get laid?”

“No fuckin’ time,” he grunts, though you don’t find much remorse in his voice.

“Well, you have time now,” you say, completely unsure of where this confidence is coming from. Either way, you’ll take it and run.

“I do,” Katsuki confirms, leaning in closer. He’s close enough that you can smell what’s leftover of his cologne, and see the hint of a grin that makes his upper cheek shine silver in the moonlight. You find yourself leaning in just as much as he does.

“Wanna blow off some steam?” You dare to question. Katsuki’s grin only grows wider.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Katsuki’s kisses are surprisingly soft, you think, and so are his lips. But you don’t have much time to think about it as he pulls you in by the waist, quietly groaning into your mouth while he lays you down on your back.

“Always thought you were the prettiest fuckin’ thing,” he growls, trailing butterfly kisses down your neck. “‘M gonna make it up to you, yeah? Make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

A hand hikes his sweatshirt above your chest before Katsuki’s latching onto the skin under your collarbone and sucking, teeth digging into your skin hard enough to bruise.

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine,” you whimper, intoxicated by the way Katsuki’s lips flush pink as he pulls away, eyes locked on the fresh hickey on your chest. They flicker up to you; he grins.

“Good?”

“Mhm.”

Katsuki hums at that, licking his lips before diving back in. You hiss when he bites too hard, prompting him to bite harder, but he always soothes it over with his tongue, topping each bruise with a kiss. You flinch when his lips wrap around your nipple and he chuckles at your meek whimper; a hand removes its grip on the sweatshirt in favor of sliding it up your thigh.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Katsuki says once he pulls away, enjoying the sight of you writhing in anticipation. “And it’s all for me, ain’t it?”

“Yeah, ‘m all yours just—“ you kick a leg in frustration at the thumb playing with the hem of your panties, “—do something already.”

Katsuki raises an eyebrow, “Do what?”

You frown, huffing, “You know what.”

Katsuki shrugs, adjusting so he’s caging you to the floor. Ghosting a thumb over your panties, he says, “‘Course I do. You gotta ask nicely first.”

You tighten your hands into fists. He would.

“I’m no—“

“Beg, Princess,” Katsuki growls, his stare unwavering. He presses an inquisitive finger to your clit through your panties either as a promise or a threat—which, you’re not quite sure.

You crumble.

“I—fine, just—finger me.”

Katsuki doesn’t move. Asshole.

“Please.”

The ash-blond grins, finally pushing your panties to the side.

“Good girl.”

When Katsuki slides his first finger in, it’s much too easy, and you blame it on the foreplay. You shudder, hands moving to brace themselves on his big shoulders, and the ash-blond muffles a moan as your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Another,” you moan, bucking your hips into his palm. Katsuki’s heated gaze flickers from your body to your face.

“Already?” He chuckles, the rasp in his throat giving his arousal away. You nod—he clicks his tongue.

“Fuckin’ dirty.”

Two fingers feel like so much more than just one, and they have your eyebrows folding in a poor attempt to muffle a whimper. Katsuki’s fingers still move tentatively but they’re getting comfortable, curling and searching for that place that’ll make you tremble. And then he finds it.

“F-Fuck,” your body jolts, and Katsuki’s shushing you against the pillows.

“Keep your mouth shut, Princess,” he purrs, head dipping down to nip at your neck. It adjusts the angle ever so slightly, but enough to make you hiss, and he chuckles. “Unless you wanna get caught.”

“Oh yeah, because that sounds fun right now,” you snort towards the ceiling. Katsuki pulls away with an unimpressed look as his thumb comes down over your clit.

“Can’t wait to fuck the brat outta ya. Maybe then you’ll actually shut up for once, huh?” Katsuki inserts a third finger without you asking him to, and you gasp, clawing at his back.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he laughs against your mouth lowly, as if the light kisses will do anything but make more noise, “Good God sweetheart, you’re really pent up, aren’t ya?”

“Shit—I doubt you’re much better,” you try, scoffing at what you can see of his painfully hard cock in his sweatpants. Katsuki looks down before sending a huff your way, with a cute little blush dusted on his cheeks.

“Shut the fuck up,” he grunts, pulling out his fingers. You whine at the loss. “How d’ya want me to fuck you?”

You need to take a step back from how crude the question is. Right, sex.

“Right um,” you look around, trying to find the least obvious position—and one that doesn’t make a shit ton of noise. Laying on your side, you tuck an arm under the pillow, before turning around to Katsuki to suggest, “Cuddle-fucking?”

“Cuddle-fucking.”

“Yep,” you say with finality, popping the p. Making big grabby hands his way, you say, “C’mere, big guy.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes but moves behind you anyways, warm arms easily finding themselves around your waist under the blanket. After a few adjustments and ensuring you're both fully covered, Katsuki’s hard cock presses against your entrance as he hooks his head over your chin with a huff.

“This is so not on fuckin’ brand.”

“I don’t think fucking in a living room with sleeping friends is on-brand for a pro hero or a baker,” you say casually. Katsuki breaks out into a snort, pressing his face deeper into your neck.

“God, I fuckin’ missed you, ya know that?” He chortles. Your chest blooms with something it hasn’t in years, and for the first time, you find that you don’t mind.

“Don’t be such a dick and maybe I’ll stick around this time,” you quip with a smile he can’t see. Though you feel his against the base of your neck.

“Noted.”

Katsuki’s last words hang in the air, unusually heavy, and your eyes catch the snow beating against the window with a less than angry howl. Katsuki’s chest shudders against your back but he doesn’t move, hands frozen at your waist.

“Hey, I thought you were gon—“

“I’m getting to it,” Katsuki snaps, and you gasp as he starts to push inside. “So fuckin’ impatient, goddamn.”

He pulls you down until he fills you completely, and you suppress the urge to shout at the speed he did it with. Katsuki moves a hand to slap over your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up.”

You reach around to pinch him in the side with a huff, he calls you a bitch. It’s a little hard to hear you behind his hand as you say, “Then don’t catch me off guard like that, asshole.”

Katsuki snaps his hips and does exactly what you tell him not to do—prompting another surprised whine out of you and a dark chuckle from the ash-blond. His cheek presses into your jaw as he finds leverage in hiking your lower half up until your puffy cunt is level with his cock, and fucking you until you drool all over the pillow.

“What a pretty fuckin’ thing,” Katsuki grunts, and you can tell he struggles to keep quiet in the way his chest sporadically shudders. You have to grip the pillow for some semblance of purchase and Katsuki chuckles at watching you struggle, before he’s hiking your leg up to fuck you that much deeper.

“I always—always knew you’d sound so good,” he pants, the grip around your mouth bordering on clammy. You want to tell him that if he keeps making so much noise he’ll wake up everyone in this fucking room, but there isn’t much time between moans to get more than a word in. “Fuck baby, keep tightening around me like that, and I might fuckin’ cum.”

You find it amusing how close he is so quickly, until two fingers land on your clit and start rubbing in slow, small circles. Your walls flutter around him and Katsuki digs his teeth into your neck with a curse, his grip around your raised thigh contracting as he tries to hold on for as long as he can.

And that’s when Denki starts to move.

First, he rolls to the left. Which would’ve been fine, seeing as it’s in the opposite direction until he bops Eijirou straight on the nose and promptly rouses the redhead from his slumber. Katsuki’s hips still.

“O-Ow, dick,” Eijirou curses under his breath, quickly scrambling to his forearms. It’s hard to tell through the darkness, mostly because you’re squinting your eyes to feign sleep, but it seems like Eijirou rubs under his nose, only to blink back at a bloody hand.

“...Shit.”

Katsuki’s hips shift, ever so slightly, but enough to nestle his cock deeper and force you to bite back a whine. And another. And then another.

You try your hardest to be discreet when you reach to pinch Katsuki in the side, and he breathes a laugh down your neck.

“What?” He whispers, though it's more than a rasp than anything else. Good to know you’re not the only one struggling to not cum, here.

“You know 'what,'” you quickly hiss. But Katsuki’s hips don’t stop as Eijirou weighs his options to cure his bloody nose in the dark. The fingers on your clit return their usual pressure and you inhale sharply, nails digging into Katsuki’s forearm as your orgasm begins creeping up on you.

Eijirou sniffles and gets up, stumbling through the darkness to turn down the hall that leads to the bedrooms. Katsuki sees that as fucking freedom and his hips really start to pick up so much speed that you struggle to breathe through it all.

“‘M gonna cum,” Katsuki whimpers into your neck, burying his face deeper in a poor attempt to stunt any sound. “Fuck, fuck ‘m gonna cum, you close baby?”

“Y-Yeah jus’ a little more,” you whimper, eyes rolling as Katsuki finds some inhumane energy in him to fuck faster. He nods at that and bites into your shoulder with a growl, “C’mon, fuckin’ cream all over my cock—atta girl, fuck, fuck—“

Katsuki fills you up the moment you clench around his cock with a sigh, the weight of your orgasm knocking you forehead-first into your pillow as you bite the urge to squeal. Katsuki doesn't growl as much as you expect, moans breathy and light as his hips finally stutter to a stop—but you suppose some things have to change over the years.

Katsuki collapses next to you in pure exhaustion and you’re sure that’s his cum leaking down your thigh, but for some reason, you don’t really mind.

“Hey you,” he speaks first, eyes blazing red in the darkness. You snort.

“Hey, you.”

Katsuki chuckles with a stupidly giddy smile on his face, "Y'know, you still fuck really well."

You drop your head on his chest to snort, and his hands find their rightful place around your waist.

"Better than high school?"

"Yeah..." Katsuki grumbles, before his eyes narrow. "Wait—hey, yo—"

"I haven't fucked anyone since," you snuff the fire before it even starts, and Katsuki relaxes, though his eyes stay slim. He pulls you closer and you sigh—it's comfortable.

"Good," he grunts. And then after a pregnant silence: "I haven't either."

That's...strangely reassuring.

Your arms wriggle until they fold over his shoulders to play with the small hairs on the back of his neck, and he hums, eyes fluttering shut with a final peck on the lips. As Katsuki's breathing evens and the white of the snow dyes the highest points of his face white, you smile. He looks older.

You think he's asleep until he nudges your waist.

"Be my girlfriend."

You don't even hesitate.

"Okay."

By the time Eijirou comes stumbling down the hall, both you and Katsuki are passed out—with his body encompassing yours in the most intimate way, face tucked into your hickey-ridden neck as your arms and legs lock around his being. The redhead gives you both a soft smile as he passes, snorting to himself.

“Took them long enough.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY THOTSUKI

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #bnha smut #bakugou smut #mha smut

[pascalpanic]

Miller Morales Mechanic Shop (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Part One of Miller Morales Mechanic Shop

Summary: Something is wrong with your car. What, exactly? You have no clue. So you bring it in to some professionals- who also have a toddler running around the shop.

W/C: 2.3k

Warnings: language, Frankie is a dad, brief mention of divorce and trauma bc poor Frankie, there is a child heavily involved in this so if you don’t like kids this isn’t for you :)

A/N: WELCOME TO PART ONE EVERYONE! This is such a cute AU and I’m BEYOND excited to start sharing it with you all! I don’t know how many parts this will be or anything but I can’t wait to take it and run with it.

Marisol Morales behaves for very few people. One of those is Ben Miller. Unfortunately, she has decided to break her own rules today.

Frankie loves summer. He loves his little girl playing outside in her baby pool, taking her for walks around the neighborhood with their three-legged dog, all of the fun parts. The hard part is when the nanny goes on a vacation and Mari has to come to work with him.

Benny and Frankie, ever since the chaos that was the Lorea mission, run a small mechanic shop together. Miller Morales Mechanic Shop isn’t necessarily the busiest place in town, but they make enough to get by and have some disposable income too. Mari loves to hang around the shop with her daddy and uncle. She’s there more than Frankie would like, but he supposes it’s not the worst thing in the world. When Frankie and Jules split and Frankie won full custody, he’d hoped a nanny would take care of most everything when Mari is home all day in summer. Sadly, he was in for a rude awakening when no Mary Poppins showed up on his doorstep.

It’s normally not too bad; Benny hung the moon in Mari’s eyes. If she won’t do something for her daddy, which is still somewhat rare, she’ll always do it for her Uncle Benny. That makes the day run much smoother. Mari has a whole host of quiet-time activities and toys to play with, and the men generally trade off periods of either working on the cars or being with the little girl.

Her favorite activities at the shop include drawing on the concrete with thick sticks of chalk and playing with her toy helicopters and planes. Benny insists tanks are cooler, but Mari prefers flying her Polly Pockets in the chopper, running through the garage and making flight noises. She’s a smart little thing; for her age, she’s picked up big words and can make sentences out of three words, which is quite a stretch for a baby just over two years of age. She calls for Benny and Daddy and knows the names of his tools: wench, scu-dwive, and her favorite, win-seeled wipe fwuid. She loves to babble at customers while they get their oil changed.

-

Being shit with cars is no fun. It only increases the anxiety when some light flashes on your dashboard. The lights can mean so many things that you find it ridiculous; “check engine”? Check it for what? To save yourself the anxiety, you find your nearest mechanic and pay them to deal with it.

Today, as you pull over into a gas station, you check your phone and find that the nearest shop is a place you haven’t heard of. It must be new. Miller Morales Mechanic Shop, 0.6 miles away. The name implies something more local and homegrown. You’re more than willing to support a place like that, so you start up the engine, pray you don’t explode, and make your way over to the shop.

It’s nearby, like the map indicated. The outside is a quaint little place, tucked in a strip mall next to a coffee shop, a dentist, and an insurance agency. The three car bays are empty, and knowing next to nothing about how these shops work, you pull inside and park your car, letting it run as you wait for an employee. The bell dinged to let them know you were here, so you stay patient and listen idly to the hum of the talk radio show from your car’s speakers.

After a minute or two pass, you realize that maybe this wasn’t the right place to be. Maybe you were supposed to go in the front or something. Concluding that you probably aren’t where you’re supposed to be, you turn off the car and get out only to be greeted by the sound of buzzing lips.

You can hear a baby’s voice, mimicking some kind of vehicle’s sound, and for a second you’re worried this place must have you hearing things. Then, from a swinging door to the front comes a little girl, running and babbling to herself about her toy helicopter.

She has a head full of dark brown curls, tied back into two puffs with pink scrunchies, and matching pink leggings and a t-shirt far too big for her, the back emblazoned with the shop’s logo. She’s barefoot, tiny feet slapping against the cold cement.

“I told you I had to piss, Fish!” A man’s voice shouts from one end of the garage.

“No you didn’t, dipshit!” Another man shouts back. Being caught in the middle of their argument is quite comical, if you’re being honest with yourself. “She’s fucking two! You can’t leave her alone like that, man!”

The first voice is matched to a person as a tall blonde man emerges from the customer service side of the shop. “Marisol Morales, come here,” he insists sternly as he rolls up the sleeves of his jumpsuit. “Come on, you’re gonna trip.” Ben is embroidered on a patch over his heart.

She pouts at him before stumbling forward and continuing to run, stopping as she sees you and looking up in confusion. Her lower lip sticks out in a pout as her eyes scan your face, as if she’s trying to remember if she knows who you are. “Hi,” she finally concedes as you bend to her level.

“Hi there,” you smile and hold out a hand. “What’s your name?” You pick her up, holding her on your hip so that she doesn’t trip, like Ben so desperately feared.

The second, unknown voice shouts for the little girl again before boots clunk on concrete up to you, rounding your car and stopping. This must be the girl’s father, you realize, as you rake your eyes up his body. He wears the same navy blue jumpsuit as the other man, though it’s unsnapped over his chest, exposing the white t-shirt beneath. The patch on his chest reads Catfish. He wears a ball cap and warm brown curls peek out from under it. He has scruff and a hooked nose that perfectly matches the one on the little girl. “I Mari,” she introduces herself proudly.

“Hey, leave her alone, Mar,” the man shakes his head as he hoists her up to hold her on his hip. “I’m so sorry about that,” he says with an embarrassed smile, showing a dimple beneath the scruff on his chin.

“No, it’s not a problem,” you laugh then set her down and tell the little girl your name. “Aren’t you just the cutest?” You chuckle as she looks at you. She blushes and buries her face in the man’s chest, giggling shyly.

He looks down at the little girl then up at you again. “Well, uh, hi. I’m Frankie, and you’ve met Mari already.”

“Your daughter?” you ask as you look at the pudgy little girl, who now stares at you in awe.

Frankie nods and adjusts his ball cap, pushing his hair back with it. “Yep. Our nanny is on vacation, so she gets to hang out around here,” he chuckles and kisses her head, setting her down. “Go see Benny, yeah?” He asks her. She happily waddles off towards the blonde man, who gives you a wave then heads into the back. “What brings you in?”

“Would you laugh if I told you I don’t really know?” You admit with a shy smile. “My check engine light came on while I was on the highway. I don’t know the first thing about cars, so I was hoping you’d figure out what that meant.”

“Nah, no laughing here,” he nods and gives you a genuine smile before looking over at your car. “Shouldn’t be too much of a problem. I’ll have you pop the hood for me and I’ll give it a look?” He asks.

“That would be great. Thank you,” you tell him, the desperation for his help in your voice. Now that you get the chance to really look at him, he’s quite attractive. His eyes are deep set and a beautiful brown, and they crinkle when he smiles. Facial expressions only accentuate the lines in his face, but he’s certainly not old. His eyes still hold his youth.

“No problem.” He leads you to the car and you pop the hood open before getting out. “Could I take your keys?” he asks you. “Just so I can turn it on and off and all that good stuff.”

“Yeah, of course,” you nod frantically and hand them over to him. “I’ll… be in the waiting room?”

“That’s how we usually do it,” he chuckles as he takes the keys from you. “Just shout for Benny if Mari annoys you again.”

That makes you frown. “She’s not annoying at all. She’s adorable,” you smile as you look over your shoulder and see her and the blonde man playing together.

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive,” he laughs and points his wrench at you as he walks to the hood of the car.

Shaking your head, you can’t help but laugh as you head back to the waiting room. You walk in and Mari perks up, turning to look at you. “Hi! Playing helicopter,” she tells you in her stunted speech as she holds up the toy.

“You sure are,” you nod and sit next to her. “Can I play?” You ask, looking up at Benny, silently asking him the question too.

He nods and Mari squeals happily. “Friend!” She shrieks and hands you another helicopter. “Go pew pew, okay?” She drags them across the toy mat like they’re cars, and you follow suit.

“Okay,” you laugh. Looking up at the blonde man, you extend a smile his way and introduce yourself. He’s busy repairing a Barbie dollhouse with a screwdriver.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Ben, Benny, whatever you wanna call me.”

Driving your helicopter around the ground, following Mari’s lead, you chuckle. “No preference?”

“Fish calls me Benny.”

“Fish?” You ask and tip your head.

“Frankie, whatever. We’re buddies from the service. His code name was Catfish,” the man explains with a shrug, testing the hinges of the plastic door.

That makes you smile down at Frankie’s daughter. “Really, just buddies? Could’ve sworn you’d be brothers,” you tease the blonde, blue-eyed man. “Does Frankie know how to do his daughter’s hair?” You ask and fiddle with her two pigtails.

“Yes, he does,” Frankie insists as he walks out to the front, cleaning a wrench. “But just barely.”

You look up at him, embarrassed. “Her pigtails just look a little messy. Then again, she was running around like crazy,” you laugh and watch her rush over to Frankie, insisting he pick her up.

Bending down to grab her, Frankie groans at the ache in his joints. “She was. I could use some pointers, if you’ve got ‘em.”

“Of course,” you nod and stand too, brushing the dust from the concrete floor off on your pants. “What’s the verdict on the car?” You ask.

Frankie turned, watching as Benny walks out to the shop, but he turns back to face you. “Oh, right. The engine was misfiring, and unburned fuel was being put into the exhaust system, and that damaged the catalytic converter.”

You nod as you listen to him, really staring at his face more than anything. He’s just so damn pretty, you note as you admire the curve of his nose, his slightly sunken and dark eyes. His lips look beautiful and soft, even though they seem a little chapped. When he stops talking, it takes you a second to process it. “I don’t know what that means,” you admit with a shy smile. “I told you. I don’t know shit about cars,” you laugh, playing it off like you were lost when you were really lost in his eyes.

He shakes his head and laughs, bouncing Mari on his hip. “Your car is gonna need some work. Couple hours,” he shrugs. “If Benny and I get to working on it together, an hour and a half, maybe?” He admits.

“Yeah, that’s great. I can watch Mari,” you offer.

Frankie would never be this trusting normally. You’re a straight-up stranger, but your demeanor is good enough for him. Besides, you’re right here. He can check on the two of you every so often, and Mari seems to love you. “That would be great,” he smiles. “You really don’t have to.”

“No, I have nothing better to do,” you chuckle and look at the little girl. “You wanna play?”

Mari nods excitedly and Frankie sets her down. She rushes back to her toy mat and you watch her go. “Thank you, again, for fixing all this.”

“Just doing my job,” he nods. This time, it’s his turn to admire you. He stares at your face, examining the curves and angles that make you up. Your eyes are kind and warm as they follow the little girl, and he can see that he’s making a good choice here.

When you sit down, Mari comes and sits cross-legged across from you. “What are we gonna play?” You ask her, looking at her wide variety of toys. Her pile includes dinosaurs, Matchbox cars, lots of toy helicopters and planes, Barbie dolls, and a plastic tea set.

“Tea party!” She says and hands you a tiny plastic cup and a felt muffin.

“Oh my goodness,” you gasp in a fake accent. “How delightful!”

Frankie peeks over his shoulder at the two of you. He could really get used to that sight.

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[etherealino]

fake dating, skz.

ot8 scenario.

content/warning(s): fake dating au, just small scenarios. some are idolverse, some aren’t. swearing, hating on jype, nagging mother. tell me if i missed something!

note: i might do full length fics for each babies. what do u guys think?

chan. —

the one where he’s being pestered by his best friend to bring a plus one to his best friend’s wedding and it can’t be a random person but someone he’s actually dating.

minho looks at chan who just whines. “please?” minho says which is unusually gentle than his nagging teasing tone. “it’s been years and i think it’s time for you to finally go back to dating.”

“i will bring someone, i promise.” chan says, smiling lightly. minho could be annoying about this whole dating thing but he knows minho just wants him to be as happy as he was before.

“not just anyone?” minho says and chan nods. “someone you’re dating.”

chan looks up, eyes widening and minho frowns. what the hell does he do? chan knows how determined minho is, he won’t stop. “hyung, jeongin’s on the verge of asking his girlfriend of marrying him and—”

“y/n.” chan cuts him off with the first name that pops in his mind causing minho to raises his eyebrow. “i’m bringing y/n.”

“i said someone you’re—” minho cuts himself off, looking at chan with his eyes widening. he looks behind, seeing you having a conversation with his fiancé probably helping her with something on the wedding as she is showing you a sample from the magazine. minho looks back to chan who looks at him nervously. “hyung?”

“two weeks.” chan lies.

“why didn’t you tell me before?” minho asks and chan shrugs.

“i.. wanted to be sure.” chan says, seeing minho’s shock expression not going away and is probably not going away anytime so soon. “but now, i’m sure.”

“then, i’ll tell my girl that y/n will sit with you.” minho says and chan nods, mumbling a thanks. when minho’s fiancé pulls away from you to go to minho, chan immediately goes to you to explain the mess he has dragged you into.

oh, how frustrated you are going to be. chan could already see it.

minho. —

the one where you two are roommates and he can’t help but overhear how your mother would always bug you about not having a boyfriend among other things, so he decides to just save your ass because deep down you’re one of the few people in his list who he would do everything for.

throughout dinner, all minho has ever heard how your mom would pick on the littlest things that you would do and not do. minho was starting to get irritated because clearly, your mother doesn’t know how much of an amazing person you are (but of course, he’d rather go to jail than let you know that). 

as minho cleans on the table, you are still by the door with your mom.

“i didn’t want to bring this up earlier right in front of your roommate because it would be humiliating,” your mother says and minho rolls his eyes. as if she hasn’t humiliated you the whole night. “but do you ever plan on having a boyfriend?”

“mom, i just graduated college. i have a lot of things to focus on, i don’t have the time—”

“well, do it faster. no one is available forever.” 

that was it. minho couldn’t hold it any longer. he just wants your mom to stop and let her know how unbelievably amazing you are. as he puts the table rug down, he loudly says, “my love, can you help me?”

you turn your head to him, looking at him and minho doesn’t do anything but shrug. “y/n, love,” he calls again, walking to you and acting as if he was surprised to see your mother is still there on the doorway. “mrs. y/l/n, i’m sorry. i thought you went off already.”

“are you two together?” your mom slowly asks and your jaw drops, minho placing his hands on your shoulders. “why didn��t you tell me?” she asks and you look at minho.

“we decided to keep it between the two of us for now.” minho says and you let out a noise, eyes widening at minho as you pull away from his hold.

“you could have just told me, you silly girl.” your mom says and you look at her. “alright, i’ll be going. you help your boyfriend with the cleaning. remember the things i told you and bring minho by the house when there’s a gathering if he’s allowed to.”

you blink. “o-okay.” you stutter, leaning forward to kiss your mom on the cheek. minho does the same and your mom smiles. “take care, ma.”

“stay safe, mrs. y/l/n.” minho says and she nods, thanking the two of you as she walks to the elevator. you shut the door, glaring at minho. damn, this is going to be a long night of scolding.

changbin. —

the one where people think he’s dating an idol and keep insisting that that person is the inspiration behind his songs but in order to not drag that other idol into the mess, he drops the name of his non-idol best friend that nobody’s ever heard of.

changbin jumps when he hears the door of his room barge open and he sees you glaring down at him. “what. the. hell?” you grit your teeth, fuming at your best friend as you glare at him. changbin whines, knowing how fucked up did he do about the whole situation.

sure, he was thinking about the other idol who he never has exchanged at least one word with but he never though about his best friend. he was.. caught up in the moment.

“y/n, i’m really sorry. i didn’t think this would bring so much chaos.”

“you think?!” 

changbin whines. he may be all buff and strong and one of the most feared in stray kids but when it comes to you, he’ll fold even before you come at him. “y/n, i’m so sorry. i wasn’t thinking. plus, you’re profession is different from us they wouldn’t just..” changbin trails off when he sees you tapping your foot impatiently. right, dispatch could be a big bitch.

“y/n,” changbin calls, standing up from his bed and walking forward to place his hands on your shoulders. “just please, go along with it? just for a few months, i promise. i wil protect you from the reporters, i swear. just.. do this favor for me, please.”

you sigh, brushing your fingers through your hair. you wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him in and changbin returns the hug. “fine.” you say and changbin sigh in relief. “also, go take a bath. you stink.”

changbin laughs, kissing your temple.

hyunjin. —

the one where the company is being a huge pain in the ass by telling the two of you to pull a public stunt which is fake dating one another.

“what?” you and hyunjin said in unison. you looked at your manager in disbelief who just shrugs, shaking her head in disagreement as she turns away with a sigh.

“just for a couple of months.” the staff says in a gentle, manipulative tone. “just to get the heat off of the company.”

hyunnjin brushes his hand through his long locks, hiding his frustration even though he knows you feel the same just as he does. you sigh, putting your forehead on your palm as you close your eyes.

“it will help you with your upcoming comeback.” the staff says to you and you visibly scoff, causing your manager to lightly nudge you behind. you groan, looking away. “it will also help you with the votings and streamings.” the staff tells hyunjin and he only looks down, playing with his fingers.

silence takes over, everyone feeling your and hyunjin’s anger to the staff. but after a few minutes, hyunjin speaks up. “how many months?”

silence takes over again and you look at the woman in front of you who sighs. “12 months.” she sheepishly smiles.

“that’s a whole ass year.” you say and she smiles.

“we’ll send dispatch something tomorrow. so just be ready.” she says. “you’re dismissed.” the moment those two words left her lips, you and hyunjin immediately rose up to exit the office. when your manager closes the door, you went straight to the wall, covering your face with your hands as you lean against the wall with a groan leaving your lips.

you feel a hand on your shoulder and you look up to see the tall long haired boy. “hey.” you greet and hyunjin chuckles.

“we’ll get through this.” hyunjin encourages and you smile, holding your fist out.

“yeah, we will.” you said and hyunjin looked at your fist, blinking then back to your eyes.

“i’m going to be your boyfriend tomorrow and you’re giving me a fist bump?” hyunjin deadpans and you laugh, lightly pushing him as he laughs loudly.

jisung. —

the one where he’s your best friend and someone takes a liking on you but you’re too soft to reject someone so you randomly ask jisung to be your fake boyfriend.

“what do you want?” jisung says and you pout lightly, looking into his eyes.

“ji..” you softly call and jisung crosses his arms over his chest. “i think.. changbin’s going to confess tomorrow.”

“and?”

“i need you to swoop in and tell him we’re dating.” you say as you play on chips of his door. jisung’s eyes widen, laughing lightly as he blinks.

“come again?” jisung says and you whine, looking at him. “no!”

“why not?” you ask.

“just say you like me instead of pulling this stunt!” jisung says.

“hey, i don’t!” you say, scrunching your nose as you look down. “i just really don’t want to confront changbin about it and you know me. i’d just end up saying yes and—”

“it’s okay to say no.” jisung says but you only pout looking at him. jisung pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. “y/n, i swear to god—”

“free cheesecakes as long as this goes on.”

“—you’re the bestest friend ever.”

felix. —

the one where you’ve been wanting to experience what’s it like to have a boyfriend so felix being the best friend, he lets you have the experience you deserve once you have an actual boyfriend. (got it from here.)

“lix,” you called and felix turns to you with a smile on his face. “i’m kind, right?”

“yeah,” felix answered. you truly are. whenever felix is in need of your help, you would always be there. and by always, i mean even if you’re about to do something for yourself, you’d put felix first.

“i’m not that dumb, right?” you ask.

“you’re actually really smart, y/n.” felix answers. you are. felix would always ask for your help when he’s having trouble with some subjects. and everytime you two would get into talking and there’s a test that’s to be taken by that day, felix knows you didn’t study. you never study. but how the hell do you still get high scores?

“i’m not that ugly, right?” you asked.

felix looks at you weirdly, eyebrows scrunched together as he shakes his head ‘no’. “everyone finds you extremely attractive, y/n. your beauty is simple, unlike the others.” felix says and you blush lightly, but still you want to continue with your drama.

“then why don’t i have a boyfriend?” you asked and felix just chuckles at you, continuing on doing his work. “hey,” you said with a pout. “i’m serious.”

felix softly smiles at you and places the slate and marker on his chair. “i’ll be your boyfriend,” felix answers and leans in to place a kiss on your forehead. your eyes widens, but felix continues to move as if nothing happened.

still with the soft smile on his face, felix grabs the slate and goes outside to seungmin.

seungmin. —

the one where you both decide to fake date for the sake of the annual movie fest happening in your university and the genre assigned to you is romance but seungmin, the director and you, the scriptwriter have no experience in that area which makes it hard for the two of you to bring it to life.

you softly sigh, rereading jisung’s text over and over again. seungmin gazes at you, noticing the expression that he was unable to decipher. “what did jisung say this time?” he asks and you look at him, turning the phone screen to him. seungmin reads the test and he leans on his seat, not removing his eyes on the text.

well, it’s not bad actually.

“what do you think?” seungmin asks and you shrug, softly sighing.

“it’s not a bad idea.” you softly say. “are you alright with it?”

“well, it is a good idea and we could work on it together.” seungmin says and you nod. “so, we’re doing this?”

“i guess?” you say, a bit unsure of it. you look at your wrist watch, seeing the time making you fix your things. “i have class in a few minutes, seung.”

seungmin nods, standing up as he helps you. when you sling your bag on your shoulder, he takes your laptop bag putting it on his shoulder and grabs your books as well. “what are you doing?” you ask.

“what kind of boyfriend lets his girlfriend go to class alone and on top of it, with so much bag as if she’s going to run away from home?” seungmin deadpans and you look at him.

“oh, we start now?” you mumble.

“we only have four weeks to pass the script.” seungmin says and you chuckle, nodding with a sigh.

“gosh, you need to be my boyfriend to help me with carrying my stuff.” you mumble and seungmin looks at you, pulling his tongue out.

jisung: this maybe stupid but also makes sense

jisung: date each other even just until you passed the script

jisung: just so you know what to do and stuff

jisung: just don’t fall in love

jisung: but if you do, please mention me in your wedding vows and speeches

jeongin. —

the one where he thought it would be a good idea to get his fangirls off his back by telling them he’s dating you in secret.

jeongin knocks into your apartment, giving you his charming cute smile. you raise your eyebrow, lightly chucking. “what’s up, yang?” you say, looking at him. jeongin gestures with his hands to go inside your apartment and you open your door wide to let him in.

“you know how were the bestest of friends?” jeongin asks, looking at you with his smile that not even a second did it fade.

you look at him. “no, not really.” you deadpan and jeongin sighs, frowning as he looks at you. “what do you need?”

“remember when you mentioned about the girls in uni going crazy about me?” jeongin says and you nod. “i kind of told them that i was dating someone in secret.” jeongin told you and you nod.

“you are?” you ask and jeongin shakes his head. “so you lied just to get them off your back?” you asked and jeongin nodded. “okay, so?”

“they wouldn’t let me go until i tell them who it is.” jeongin said and you nodded. jeongin just stares at you and you raise your eyebrow, not getting where the conversation is going. jeongin slowly tilts his head, staring at you and your eyes widen, hitting his arm. 

“you told them it was me?!” you exclaimed.

jeongin blinks at you. “ow?” he says and you groan.

“jeongin!”

“i know it wasn’t the smartest decision—”

“the smartest?” you repeat with emphasis because it wasn’t even smarter, it wasn’t smart. it was the dumbest. ever. “jeongin, those girls are oing to—”

“i’ll give you hyunjin hyung’s number after all of this is over.” jeongin cuts you off and you look at him. “it was obvious. he’s just... dense as fuck.”

you sigh, “you pick me up tomorrow at 7.”

“thank you, y/n!” he exclaims, hugging you as he presses your body against his. “thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“alright, go home.” you say and jeongin laughs, pulling away from you. jeongin giggles, kissing your cheek as he exits your apartment to go home.

make me do it a full length au thanks. lmAO SDHBJHS,, im going to !! tell me if u want to be tagged <3

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[sugawara-sweetheart]

𝔭𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 (𝔪)

❥levi ackerman x fem!reader

❥warnings: age gap, mature, spanking, restraints with belt, rough sex, minor angst

❥word count: ~3.0k

❣︎ @kenji-futakoochi : For the sake of my sanity please do punishments with mean dom Levi🥺💞 fun twist, reader is his subordinate so its a taboo relationship

ah taboo relationships i love🥰🥰thank you for this suggestion- i didnt go entirely mean dom bc i just dont see levi being fully into that but i did want to show his sadism hehe

it’d been a tense few days.

you didn’t mean to be so hostile but you couldn’t help it- bitterness and resentment had festered in you, leaching out in disgusting ways which you knew annoyed the captain- disregarding commands, fighting huge Abnormals alone even when captain levi insisted you take another member of the squad with you, a senior. did he really think just because you’re the youngest member of the squad you’re incapable? is this why he kept you like some dirty, little secret, almost like he’s ashamed of his subordinate, his girlfriend? that’s why you’d been acting up so much- speaking out against him, not bothering to do your punishments properly, arguing with petra and uluo for no reason and now you’d gone against his commands outside of the walls, putting yourself in danger as you slaughtered the Abnormal alone- not that it’d been easy. you could’ve easily died when the grotesque titan grabbed your wire but luckily you’d been quick enough to slice its fingers, running off pure adrenaline and fear. and it was worth it to see the utter look of fury flash across levi’s face.

he waits until you’re all back in the safety of the castle to unleash his anger, rounding onto you with nothing but sheer rage burning in his grey eyes.

“what the hell do you think you’re playing at, you little brat?” he growls. everyone stares, holding their breath as he storms up to you, face contorted into an angry scowl. you don’t flinch or look at all nervous, not like the scouts watching in anticipation. you know your boyfriend, but you’re tired of this all. you’re tired of the lying and the pretending, of feeling like a nasty secret that you merely sigh, groaning as you stretch out your sore body.

“don’t, levi. we’re all tired and hungry.” there’s a sharp gasp around the mess hall, a few murmurs running through as levi grits his teeth, hands curling into fists. you know he’s even angrier- this is the angriest you’ve ever seen him, but this is the most hopeless you’ve ever felt in a relationship.

“my office. now.”

you don’t argue as you follow after him, a few scouts sending you some looks of pity whilst your senior squad members look at you with a look of disgrace and disappointment. to them, you’re just the youngest squad member with the least experience, the least kills, you’re not in any position to be acting like this. but they don’t know the truth about you and levi- nobody does.

the door slams shut behind you, the lock clicking and levi’s eyes are pure fire as he rips off his ODM gear, his piercing gaze not leaving you as you stand expectantly before his desk.

“what the fuck, y/n? what the hell crawled up your ass and died there?” his stare is heavy as it burns into your back but you don’t turn to look at him, making him growl with even more anger. the grip on your shoulder is hard as he spins you around, grabbing your jaw roughly and forcing you to look at him. “why the fuck are you being such a little brat? that stunt out there too- you clearly disobeyed my orders. do you have a fucking death wish?! i’m your captain, y/n-”

“you’re also supposed to be my boyfriend!”

your voice trembles as you cry out over levi, voice thick with tears and you jerk your face away from his hold, staring at the door to avoid his heavy eyes.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means, why do you treat me like i’m some sort of kid? i know i’m younger, i know you’re my captain but you don’t ever tell petra or uluo to go get help fighting an Abnormal. you just always treat me like i’m incapable.” you couldn’t stop the words from flowing out, fingers trembling with anger and hurt as you curl them into fists. “i want us to feel like a proper couple too, not like i’m just your dirty little secret like- like- like you’re ashamed of me!” he doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are wide as he stares at you, lips parted as you laugh mirthlessly. “yeah, i thought so-”

“you thought wrong.” he growls, pushing you against the desk and caging you in with his own body, the grip he holds on your hips heavy with his nails piercing through the fabric. “you’ve been acting like such a disobedient brat all this time- risked your life- just because you’re upset with me?” his hands unbuckle the straps of your ODM gear as you swallow heavily, suddenly aware of how close he is to you, how tight he’s clenching his jaw and the throbbing of the green vein in his temple- you’re in trouble tonight. “you’re a fucking pain, you know that?”

“well if i’m such a fucking pain-”

your words are cut off by levi’s lips smashing against yours- the intoxicating taste of his soft skin bleeding into your mouth as his fingers thread through your hair, tightening to make you gasp in pain as your mind grows dizzy. he always has such an effect on you- he always makes your head spin and your heart thump against your ribcage with passion, admiration, love, lust and everything in between. but that’s why it always hurt so bad. 

“you really think i’m ashamed of you?” levi growls, his teeth biting into your swollen bottom lip and leaving a possessive stinging to linger in the wet skin. “you must be fucking joking.” his lips meet yours again, tongue sliding into your mouth as he swallows your breathless moans, hands fumbling with the hem of your shirt and only breaking away from you to slide it off. his cold hands slide along your chest, groping and pinching at the nipples that pebble under his touch, making you wince before he’s spinning you away from him, pushing you against the hard, wooden desk.

“i’m going to teach you a fucking lesson, you little brat.” he grunts, pressing against you as his belt unbuckles with a clink. you can feel his erection pressing against your ass, your thighs pressing together as wetness seeps into your panties, your heart thumping and blood pulsating through your ears as he presses kisses to the delicate skin of your neck, taking care to bite his teeth enough you’re sure you’ll be left with marks.

“levi-”

“that’s not what you should be calling me now, y/n.” you whimper when he grabs your wrists, pressing them together and cold leather tightens around them, leaving you bound with your hands wrestling helplessly. “you know you’re getting punished, don’t you?”

“sir, i-” levi cuts you off with his hand gripping your hair, pulling you back into a fervourous, fierce kiss- almost jarring compared to the soft touches he grazes along your jaw. his eyes are full of fire and lust when he pulls away but he’s soft for a moment when he presses his forehead against yours, hot breath lingering on your wet lips as he wipes the messy saliva away with the coarse pad of his thumb.

“do you want me to fuck you so hard you’ll never think i don’t care about you again? do you want me to fuck you so good you’ll know you’re mine- your pussy’s all mine- for everyone to know? you’ve got to be punished for being such a brat.” you whine at his words, nodding as your hands press against the leather confines of his belt, the cold buckle sending shivers down your body as your pussy clenches. you’re so wet, your panties feel uncomfortable as they cling to your soaked folds.

“yes please, sir! i’m sorry-” levi shushes you as he presses you down against the table, your forehead resting against the cold wood and your pebbled nipples rubbing against the surface, sending warm tingles running through you.

“if you’re so fucking sorry,” he says coldly as he rips down your jeans and pants. the air is cold against your wet folds, making you moan as you press your ass out with anticipation, knowing levi can see your drenched pussy and the wetness trickling down your thighs. “then count.”

you barely get to inhale when levi’s hand slaps down on your ass, a loud crack filling the room as you moan out loud.

“o-one!” the skin stings with the pain, soothed momentarily by his hand rubbing the reddened skin before he brings it down again, the force making the desk shake as you cry out. it hurts but it feels so good, your cunt throbbing as a pained thrill rushes through you, body hot as wetness trickles from your clenching hole.

“i told you to count, not just moan out for everyone to hear.” he tuts, waiting for you to stammer out a shaky ‘two’ before he slams his hand down again onto your glowing ass. “unless you want everyone to hear. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

each spank makes you moan, tears swelling in the corners of your eyes as your legs quiver and wetness seeps down your thighs, making a sticky mess which levi tuts at but he doesn’t stop till you’ve reached ten. his touch is gentle as he massages the red glowing skin that burns with the pain, pulling you off the table and into his hold, his lips meeting yours in a rewarding kiss. you whine against his lips, fingers digging into the leather belt as he cups your ass, squeezing the sore reddened skin and fingertips edging towards your wet folds.

“levi- i mean, sir, please.” you whimper, sighing as he presses open-mouthed kisses to your bruised neck. “please, let me touch you! you’re mine- i just want to touch you, please sir.” his cold eyes flash, a little ‘tch’ escaping but his fingers move to unbuckle the belt anyway.

it drops to the floor with a clang, the delicate skin of your wrists flushed red and levi gently rubs his fingertips against it before he pushes you against the desk, spreading your legs wide as his fingers trail up your messy thighs.

“you’ve made a mess all over yourself.” he tuts, sliding his fingers along your wet folds with your slick squelching. your pussy clenches as he edges towards your hole, thumb pressing against your swollen clit and eliciting a mewl from you as you reach out to thread your fingers through his black locks. “just from a punishment?”

“it’s because of you, sir.” levi’s graphite eyes widen at your tender words but the moment is cut short when he plunges two long fingers into you.

your squelching wetness offers no resistance to levi stretching out your tight walls with his scissoring movements, thumb swirling your clit as your head falls back with a deep moan, eyes fluttering shut at the stretch. it feels good, his fingers rubbing at your spongy walls and curling to hit all the right spots you love, your toes curling as warmth floods your body.

“s-sir!” you gasp when he curls to thrust against that sweet spot that makes your mind cloudy, your nails scraping against his scalp as your back arches, chest pushing into his. the pressure builds in the pit of your stomach, levi’s eyes ripping away from watching your pussy suck in his fingers, drenching his hand in your slick to watch your face contort with pleasure.

“are you going to cum?” he demands and you nod desperately, eyes clenching shut as you anticipate your orgasm hitting-

except it never does.

levi grits his teeth when he slides his fingers out of your tight pussy, your glistening slick coating his fingers as the pleasure fades.

“what?” your pussy clenches, legs pressing together as you squirm on the table, whining as you lock your arms around his neck, tugging him closer with desperation. “sir! make me cum please.”

“you can come on my cock, brat.”

“but-” you’re cut off with his fingers forcing their way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and you moan at the taste of yourself, his eyes watching carefully as you wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking and lapping them clean.

“that’s right.” he murmurs. “keep quiet and don’t argue back if you want to cum at all.” there’s a little twinge deep inside your chest at his words but you’re far too wet to care, your whines muffled by his fingers pressing down on his tongue as he unbuckles his pants, his hard cock pressing against the tight restrains of the fabric.

“turn around and bend over.”

you slide your lips off him with a wet pop, doing as you says and arching yourself low against the desk just how he likes. levi groans at the sight of your spread pussy waiting for him, folds drenched in your slick as he pumps his dick, leaking cockhead prodding against your hole. your nails scrape against the wood when he sheaths his cock in you, stretching out your tight walls and making you moan wantonly as he bottoms out, cock throbbing deep in your wet cunt. you clench around him, whining as you try to push your ass against him but he just tuts, slapping your ass punishingly before his hands grasp your hips, nails piercing deep into the soft skin.

“stop being so greedy.” he groans, voice deep and raspy with pleasure before he drives his cock into you. each thrust is punishing but so delicious- warm, electrifying pleasure runs through you as he fucks you, his long cock rubbing against your spongy walls with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and your sinful moans filling the room.

“you’re so tight.” he grunts as you squeeze your walls tighter around him when he brushes against that sensitive spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. your nipples rub against the table, only providing you with more pleasure as levi pounds into you, hand snaking around your waist to rub your hard, sensitive clit. “your pussy’s taking my cock so well. all mine- you’re mine,” he growls, his thrusts only growing faster and harder, hips snapping roughly into yours as your wetness drools from your tight pussy, the coil in your stomach growing tighter. “don’t forget that. and,” his hand suddenly leaves your hip to lock around your hair, pulling you off the table roughly to press your back flush agains his chest, his hips driving his cock sporadicly into your convulsing pussy. blood pounds in your ears and you’re so close, moaning with drool spilling from your lips as he sucks and nibbles marks along your throat. “don’t ever think i’m ashamed of you, my little brat.”

your orgasm hits heavy, waves of pleasure rushing through you as your walls convulse around his cock, the hand on your hair slipping down to lock around your throat. the lack of air makes your head spin with the dizzying euphoria swimming through you, your walls squeezing around levi’s cock as he continues to fuck you through your high, your moans falling freely as your body shakes around him, drenching him in your release. his deep moans are gruff against your skin, head falling onto your shoulder as his throbbing cock twitches as he cums deep inside you.

you’re panting as he holds you steady, your legs suddenly weak with a deep ache between your legs, his hands gentle as they massage your damp skin.

“come on,” he mumbles as the lustful haze starts to clear in your mind and a bitter taste settles on your tongue. “let’s go shower before dinner.”

***

you’re painfully aware of the eyes that burn into you and levi when you enter the mess hall for dinner, no doubt curious of the scolding you must’ve received from the intimidating captain. and you know the drill- you’ll get your food and eat with some other scouts your age, rarely opting to sit with your boyfriend and the other seniors like hange or erwin to avoid suspicion but much to your surprise, levi calls your name and points to the seat beside him. hange and erwin look surprised when you take the seat, sighing heavily at the heaviness in your chest. sure, levi had fucked you good enough but you’re still a secret, still pretending like there’s nothing between you both and it hurts. why can’t you just simply be good enough? why couldn’t he be happy to tell everyone you’re together?

“y/n, your neck is all bruised.” erwin says, narrowing his blue eyes at the deep purple marks that litter your throat, making you freeze as the heat rises to your cheeks. you can’t even bear to look at levi, not even when he presses his leg against yours.

“oh, i must’ve gotten hurt-”

“no. that’s my handiwork.” levi says plainly. a silence settles as you all stare at him with shock, your heart thumping as you can’t even bear to stammer out words but hange’s loud cackle fills the hall instead.

“yours?!” they cry, looking from you to levi in amazement. “you guys are fucking?” levi tuts sharply, scowling at the squad leader with a look of irritation.

“not like that, four eyes. we’re dating.”

erwin and hange gasp as you squirm under their gaze, glancing at levi shyly with a pointed look.

“levi-”

“i thought you were sick of hiding it- and besides there’s no reason to keep it a secret.” a small subtle smile tugs at his lips when his eyes meet yours, sparkling when you return it- only it’s ruined by hange’s loud laugh.

“look at them!” they tease. “they have a secret look!”

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