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#I’m glad you joined this chaos train
rynwritesreid · 4 months
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Hiii, may I ask a request? something like, taking a train trip with Reid, he doesn't want to hold the bar because of the germs, so he has to hold himself on reader or he would fall. they can be friends or a couple, whatever. Love your work, Thank uuuu!
This is probably the most in-character I have ever written about Spencer :) I really enjoyed this, thank you for the request 💕
Content: Germaphobe Spencer. I don’t think I’ve mentioned pronouns for reader.
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You and Spencer stood next to each other on the crowded subway station. You knew the train was going to be packed, and you’d be lucky to find a seat. It was these very moments you wished Spencer didn’t mind driving, or that you had learnt to drive.
 
You looked over to Spencer, whose face was contorted into disgust. His eyes scanning the platform, trying to see if there was a more spacious area, but no luck.
 
“Hey Spence, don’t worry the train will be here soon. I hate this as much as you.” You weren’t a germaphobe, but you didn’t enjoy crowded spaces and your job had made you hyper-aware, so every move somebody made you flinch.
 
Spencer only offered a small smile in return. Finally, over the noise of the crowd, you heard the rhythmic metallic clatter of the train wheels on the tracks. The crowd moved towards the edge of the platform, pushing you and Spencer closer together.
 
Once you were both on the train, you both looked up and down the carriage, trying to see if there were any available seats. You both let out a sigh when you realised you were going to have to stand the entire journey.
 
You reached your arm up to grab the bar, noticing Spencer’s arms remained by his side. His expression turned into one of mild horror as he eyed the seemingly germ-ridden handrail.
 
"Spence, it's just a bar," you teased, trying to ease the tension.
 
“It’s not just a bar. It’s a breeding ground for all kind of bacteria, I’d rather kiss every person on this train, then hold onto that.”
 
You let out a small giggle, thinking about Spencer walking up and down the carriage offering everyone a kiss. “I’m sure everyone would enjoy you kissing them, Spence.”
 
He just glared at you for a second, not even giving you a small smile.
 
“Spence, please just grab the railing, you’re going to fall if you don’t.”
 
“I’m not holding on to that bar.”
 
“Fine, but you’re going to fall into all these people, and I don’t think they’d enjoy that.” You warned with a smirk.
 
Spencer shot you a stubborn look but eventually sighed, realizing the inevitable. As the train lurched forward, he hesitated for a moment before tentatively wrapping an arm around you for support.
 
“There, happy?” he muttered; his cheeks slightly flushed.
 
“I’m always happy when you’re not going around kissing strangers.” you replied with a playful grin.
Spencer rolled his eyes but couldn't hide a small chuckle. The train journey became a blend of amusing banter and shared glances, with Spencer still refusing to touch the bar. Instead, he clung to your arm as the train swayed, earning a few curious looks from other passengers.
 
As you both navigated the crowded carriage, Spencer's initial reluctance seemed to melt away, replaced by a shared sense of camaraderie in facing the subway chaos together. The train made its stops, passengers shuffled in and out, and Spencer's grip on your arm remained steadfast.
 
You stole a glance at him, noticing the genuine smile playing on his lips. "You know, Spence, I’m glad you’re a germaphobe, you’ve made this journey ten times more entertaining than it usually is.”
 
Spencer raised an eyebrow, a hint of satisfaction in his expression. "Well, I do have a knack for turning the mundane into the extraordinary."
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camilaxmartin · 24 days
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I’m so glad there is another Lute lover 😭 literally she makes me feral. I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Lute w a super feminine gf (in personality and fashion sense)! If not that’s totally cool and you can ignore this ask!!! Have a great day! :) 💜
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summary: headcanons about lute being in relationship with a high feminine girl and everything that comes with it:)
warnings: soft!lute, a bit suggestive part at the end, adam being a dick in one scene
notes: finally getting to the requests! yay! anyway, LOVED WRITING THIS ONE AS I AM PERSONALLY A VERY FEMININE GIRLIE SKDHDDJ
requests: open!!
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★ | let’s start with the fact that you’re literally the purest and most beautiful angel lute has ever seen in her life and in whole heaven. the first time you two meet she literally can’t take her eyes off of you, explaining to herself that she’s just simply admiring how confident you are while being so… girly and the literal opposite of what she has thought her whole life being confident means.
★ | it was nothing special, the first time you two met, just a simple, accidental meeting on the promenade of heaven, lute walking home off-duty when she spots you. if she hadn’t have this much of self control she’d just stop in her tracks and stare at you, but thankfully her mind didn’t let her. she notices the way you’re dressed and how amazingly beautiful your wings present themselves with this whole look and she’s literally speechless. not that she’d utter a word to you if she wasn’t.
★ | it’s obvious you notice her as well, how could you not? an angel like her just walking around the promenade, cmon now, who wouldn’t notice her? you smile softly to her and just turn away, walking your own path, making that dress of yours flatter perfectly. lute’s eyes haven’t left your presence till you literally disappeared from her field of view. and she could’ve sworn her body didn’t have any reaction to you, yet her wings came right in to disobey her. they puffed up ever so slightly, making lute feel the heat going through her back. and since then, you haven’t left her thoughts alone, messing up with her daily schedule and everything she’s known.
★ | adam has picked up on her strange behaviour almost immediately and looked at her suspiciously:
“what’s up your ass this morning, danger-tits?” he asked looking at her with his eyebrows raised. she sighed and rolled her eyes.
“nothing, just…” she stopped mid sentence and huffed. “nothing” she added and flew off, getting ready for her training.
★ | the next time she saw you, she was walking home as well but this time spotted you sitting at the ‘gods-caffe’ eating a donut with sprinkles. she stopped and just simply observed you through the huge window on the wall of the caffe, definitely forgetting about a fact that you can, indeed, see her too. just when you finished your last bite of that donut you instinctively turned your head to the side and noticed her, literally starring at you. at first you were a bit confused but that expression almost immediately turned into a soft smile, as you started to get up from your seat. that action seemed to pull lute out of her state as she immediately started walking away and even flew up just to not let you catch her.
★ | and that simple interaction if you can even call it that, caused another wave of questions from adam to fall over her the next morning:
“okay, you’re quite out of this world, what’s on your mind huh?” he asked smiling like he knew exactly what was going on and put his hands on his hips. lute rolled her eyes and groaned flying away once again, to join the other exterminators in their sparring.
★ | as she finally thought she got over that mystical angel girl that seemed to corrupt her mind, as she was flying around heaven with adam, he bumped into you causing a lot of chaos:
“watch where you’re flying, asshole!” he yelled not even looking at who he’s bumped into. when lute turned her head and noticed you, her eyes immediately went wide and she felt the lump in her throat forming, looking at your another dress fitting you just so perfectly, the colour matching your eyes.
“oh, sorry” you said stroking your cheek where adam’s mask has hit you few second ago. he rolled his eyes and immediately flew off, flying even higher up the clouds. your eyes finally noticed the girl who seemed to be staring at you for a moment now. you smiled to her softly and waved.
“hi” you said with remaining smile, your dress floating in the motion of your wings keeping you in air. lute was immediately pulled out of her thoughts and stared at you even more intensely now.
“uh- hi” she said looking away and her eyes stared following adam who was now waiting above the two of you with confusion forming on his mask.
“i saw you in front of that caffe, and wanted to talk to you but you disappeared” you said with a soft chuckle and lute swore it was the softest sound she’s heard in her life. and then she noticed you were waiting for her response.
“oh yeah- i was just passing by” she shrugged simply, trying to erase the fact that she was literally starring at you that day. “you…” she cleared her throat and looked up at adam again. “i have to go” she said quickly and flew off, joining adam high up. you just followed her with your eyes and with a small frown but decided not to chase them not wanting to get into another conversation with that dude.
★ | and after that incident adam was even more sure what was happening. he started annoying lute all day long about that girl she suddenly lost her ability to speak around and that it’s unknown for her to do so. he started joking about how the girl was literally looking like a doll and that was when lute had had enough of him and decided to take a day off, just to gather her thoughts and, let’s be real here, get a break from this dipshit
★ | on her day off, she decided to simply fly around heaven to let her mind wander and finally get rest. after a lot, and i mean, a lot, of thinking and wondering she’s come to conclusion that it’s immaculate that you’re able to be confident as an angel looking that… feminine. which made her mind spiral even deeper making all of her thoughts just about you, about how you look, about your voice and how soft it is and how outrageously sweet your lips must taste… wait-
★ | she’d probably spend her whole day off just on that when she noticed you sitting on a cloud close to when she was actually flying. she took a deep breath and decided to approach you. she flew up to the cloud immediately and just floated right next to you. your head turned immediately and the most beautiful smile she’s ever seen creeped onto your face.
“hi” she said with more confidence this time her wings immediately opening more and puffing up a bit. you obviously noticed that and chuckled, the sound making lute’s wings puff up even more.
“hi” you responded and moved a bit so she could sit down next to you. and she did.
★ | i’d say your attraction to her grew rather quickly same as hers to you. she was still amazed by your delicate personality and the way you dressed and how you managed to pull it off so… effortlessly. and believe me, it added a lot to her liking to you.
★ | after that accidental meeting on that cloud, lute decided to ask you out to that caffe she saw you in, not even realising it sounded like a date and not just a normal meet-up, but the smile on your face assured her that you didn’t mind it being an actual date.
★ | when you two met up for that date, lute was surprised to find out that you had some kind of a sweet tooth and couldn’t imagine a coffee without something sweet to eat with it. she let you pick whatever you wanted and whichever coffee you wanted and smiled seeing you picked out the sweetest one they offered while also ordering a slice of strawberry-chocolate cake with it. she ordered an expresso for herself without anything to eat.
“i see you like sweet things” she chuckled sitting down at one of the tables against huge windows. you giggled taking a sip.
“what can i say? i guess i like to sweeten up my life as much as i can” you chuckled taking a bite from your cake. “in any matter” you added with a small smirk.
she raised her eyebrow at you not fully understanding. “what do you mean?” she asked taking a sip from her cup.
“i choose sweet people to sweeten up my life as well as the sweetest treats i can find” you laughed and lute’s eyes went wide as she looked away from you with a chuckle trying to hide her embarrassment from that little teasingly compliment of yours.
★ | lute was delighted to find out you loved flowers. the first time she’s ever been in your apartment, she noticed straight away how many plants you had and that you always had some kind of flowers on your coffee table in the saloon. she smiled to herself knowing exactly how to surprise you next time.
“hi!” she yelled flying up to your window one day and waking you up. you yawned and walked over to the window opening it and looking at her surprised.
“lute?” you asked surprised, looking at the girl floating behind your window wearing a wide grin.
lute’s smile widened even more as she took out flowers from behind her back and handed them to you. “just a little treat for you” she said more nervously now but still trying to keep her voice calm. your eyes widened and a smile immediately creeped up to your face.
“my god, thank you!” you said taking the flowers and moving away from the window so she can enter your bedroom. you immediately put the flowers onto your desk and walked back to lute locking her in a hug she definitely wasn’t prepared for. “best morning ever” you whispered with a giggle at which she chuckled nervously.
you leaned away a bit when you felt her wings flatter a bit and she looked away awkwardly, feeling her cheeks starting to burn. you chuckled and decided there won’t be a better occasion than this. softly your hands grabbed her cheeks and you moved your lips to hers, connecting them in a soft and quick kiss just showing your gratefulness. lute didn’t kiss you back, but not because she didn’t want to, but because she was too stunned to do so. when you leaned away with a chuckle she immediately moved her face to yours, locking your lips in another kiss, less soft and definitely less stunned.
★ | something she’d need to get used to is how many little stuff you own. lute isn’t really the one to be nostalgic and sentimental about a lot of stuff, but when she saw your collection of random things that just bring joy or any other feeling to you, that you decided to keep, her brain told her she doesn’t own anything sentimental.
★ | when you started spending even more time together and lute stayed the night with you, she was surprised but very pleasant to get to know about your love for baths and everything that comes with it. she couldn’t believe her eyes the first time she saw how many bath salts and bombs you had not really expecting you to have so many in so many different colours and shapes. she looked through them curious and picked up a heart-shaped, black one smelling it, her eyes going immediately wide when the scent hit her nose.
“you like it?” you asked with a giggle running a bath for yourself, standing next to her.
“it smells marvellous” she said smelling it once again. you just giggled at her reaction and started to take off all your rings to prepare for the bath.
“you can use it if you want” you said nonchalantly with a smile watching her face turn up into a smile.
“really?” she asked looking at you with literal glimpses in her eyes at what you giggled once again.
“of course” you responded with a smile.
★ | speaking of which, lute was surprised to see your collection of rings. of course she noticed those that you were wearing daily but she didn’t expect you to have a full box of different rings and necklaces. she looked through them fascinated and even put on some of them when she was sure you couldn’t see her. she looked down on her hands and smiled enjoying how they looked on her fingers, making them longer and slimmer. when you came into the room her wings immediately went out hiding her while she tried to desperately take off the rings so you wouldn’t notice she tried them on. you slowly walked over to her with a curious smile, moving one of her wings out of your way and noticing how she tried to put all of them in their places. you chuckled softly.
“you can wear them if you want” you said walking away from her and going to the mirror to brush your hair. lute smiled sheepishly at you and picked out one ring putting it on her finger admiring it once again.
“i didn’t know you liked jewellery so much” she said still being focused on her hand. you chuckled softly and shrugged.
“what can i say? i like to have many options” you smiled looking at her through the mirror. “you can keep it” you added looking at the ring she chose.
“definitely not” she said laughing nervously and taking it off. you rolled your eyes playfully, walking over to her and putting the ring on her finger once again, softly looking into her eyes.
“keep it. please.” you said with a smile and lute couldn’t help but look away trying not to blush, as her wings puffed up without her consent.
★ | the same night she couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw your collection of stuffed animals. she smiled uncontrollably seeing how deeply you talked about every and each of them and couldn’t wait for you birthday to come so she could surprise you with another one of them. or to be fair, she just couldn’t wait to surprise you with it any day, not looking at the occasion.
★ | lute also didn’t expect your pyjamas to be as soft as they actually were. when the two of you got into your bed, lute wearing some old t-shirt with shorts and felt your silk matching set of pyjama on her skin she literally looked down at you with pure surprise in her eyes which you softly laughed at.
“you like my pyjamas?” you asked and she nodded her head, cuddling you tightly, pressing her skin onto yours her wings puffing up uncontrollably.
★ | deeper in the relationship lute would need to get used to a lot of things with you. for example your mood swings. of course she was a bit moody herself but the first time she saw how easily your mood could be changed just because of a small thing she needed a moment to understand it. she loved your personality and everything that came with it so it didn’t really change much, and just the thought of getting to know more of your sides made her heart flutter which she hated herself for, not being used to having that much feelings for someone.
★ | the first time you offered doing a spy night with her she was a bit sceptical but your puppy eyes made her change her mind very quickly. and just like that she ended up with a black care mask on her face, cucumber on her eyes and some kind of pink mask on her lips.
★ | when you asked her if you could paint her nails she didn’t have anything against it, until you said you wanted to paint them pink. she squinted her face and sighed but agreed, telling you she’d wash it off in the morning when she’d leave.
“pink really suits you” you said painting her toe nails and giggling. lute rolled her eyes but smiled looking down at her pink nails both on her toes and hands.
“sure” she said teasingly and laughed as this time you rolled your eyes.
“really, it brings out your lips” you said and she looked away feeling her blush.
“shut up” she said as her wings puffed up a bit, and her eyes stayed on your ceiling. you chuckled.
★ | safe to say, she didn’t wipe it off in the morning no matter how badly she complained before that she’d do it.
(a bit suggestive!!)
★ | another thing lute was surprised but also delighted to find out was the collection of lingerie and matching sets you owned. she didn’t mean to find them at first, but when you told her she could pick out something from your wardrobe to change into she just… happened to find them and beside the huge blush that covered her face she also couldn’t stop her mind from wandering and imagining you in all of those sets in many, and i mean many, different situations.
you walked back into your room noticing lute was just starting at something in your closet, so you softly sneaked up to her peeking at what she was looking and chuckled softly.
“enjoying my collection?” you asked with a giggle feeling your blush coming out. lute immediately looked back at you with a dumb smile and a nod of her head.
“yeah, very” she said looking away from you and her eyes uncontrollably going back to the underwear and then slowly to your body. you giggled seeing her eyes.
“wait for the day you see me in them” you smiled and kissed her forehead leaving a lip stain there.
“can’t wait” she chuckled and looked at you, grabbing your waist softly and pulling you in for a deep kiss, her wings puffing up immediately, when her lips only touched yours.
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imdefinitelyfloating · 2 months
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A Perfect Chaos (spencer reid x reader)
Pairing: Spencer x fem! Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
This will switch between Spencer’s POV and Reader’s POV – the first paragraph is Reader, and from there it alternates. I hope it isn’t too difficult to follow along!
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The universe can be funny sometimes. It puts us in places we never expect to be, and sets into motion the new chapter of our lives. And I believe that is exactly what happened when I walked into the BAU bullpen on my first day at my new job, 3 years ago. The only empty desk sat across from a man, with his curly golden locks, his sharp jawline, and the softest eyes; I was sure, this was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I don’t know if I believe in love at first sight, but that’s the only way I can describe what I felt at that very fateful moment.
My whole life, I’ve been trying to narrow down all the things around me to an exact science. But when she walked in that day, I felt something I had never experienced before. I was… speechless. The way her hair flowed, the way her eyes sparkled, the way her skin shone despite the harsh lighting of the BAU bullpen; I’m sure, this was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes upon. There’s an old Buddhist saying that, when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making. So always appreciate and be kind to each other. I don’t know if I believe in soulmates, but that’s the only way I can describe what she would become to me.
Spencer and I became fast friends after I joined the BAU. I don’t know if it was intentional or just a simple coincidence, but Hotch always paired us together on cases, we sat opposite each other every day, and even rode all the same trains on the Metro. It’s safe to say we were quickly becoming the best of friends; we’d have Doctor Who marathons at his place, and have sleepovers at mine. Platonic, of course. There is no doubt in my mind that this is who I love, and this is who want to spend the rest of my life with. But I know he’ll never feel the same way, not for me.
Y/n became a place of comfort for me after tough cases, and she’d always be the one to pull me out and lift me up. She was my best friend, and I loved her, in more ways than she could even understand. I still remember the first time we sat together on the jet. It was a long case, and everyone was worn out. I felt the warmth radiating from her as she rested her head on my shoulder. I’m not the best with touch, but with her I didn’t mind. With her, I wish I could stay like that for all eternity. But I know she’ll never feel the same way, not for me.
Sitting opposite the man everyday, I quickly realised how much Spence loved his coffee (or in his case, sugar with a hint of coffee!) It soon became a tradition for us to bring coffee for each other every morning, and to go down to the little coffee shop a few blocks away on our shared breaks. As we’d walk, he would ramble on about Star Trek, and I’d counter back with my love of Star Wars! If there’s anyone who was going to challenge one of my favourite movie series, I’m glad it was him.
Valentine’s Day was always tough for me. To be honest, I was never really bothered by it until I met Y/n. Seeing her almost every day, but not being able to hold her, not being able to tell her how I really felt, it killed me inside. Every year, I thought this time I’m going to tell her. But when I would open my mouth to speak, it was like I’d forget how to talk, how to breathe. Now, three years later, I’m still just as speechless as I was when I had first met her.
February 14th – a day of love. It was meant to be a beautiful day, but for me it was just another day gone by when I hadn’t confessed my feelings to the man I so desperately wanted to hold, and to love. Still, me and Spence both went for our daily coffee break, both pretending to ignore the clearly obvious tension between us. We both had a lot of paperwork to get through, so we ordered our drinks to go. February in DC is unpredictable to say the least; the sun was finally shining through as we stepped into the small café, but as we stepped out, I felt the rain brush upon my face as I looked up to see clouds looming above us once again. And of course, just my luck, I don’t have my umbrella!
I must have forgotten my umbrella at my desk. The rain is really coming down now, so Y/n and I decide to take a shortcut through the park. We’re practically running now, and well, I’m not the most athletic of individuals. I stop at a bench, with Y/n coming back to hopelessly get me back up. She quickly gives in, sitting down on the small, wooden bench with me. The two of us sit in silence as I struggle to catch my breath in the cold Virginia air. But just as I felt my breath coming down to a more normal pace, I heard Y/n ask me the question I had been hoping she would never ask.
“So, Reid, who’s your Valentine’s?”
It had become something she’d ask me each year, always pestering me to go on dates or trying to set me up with one of her friends. But all I wanted to say was “I wish it was you.” It amazed me, a profiler, and she is still oblivious to how I really feel about her. Instead, I just brush her question off and ask her one instead.
“Who’s yours, Y/n?”
It’s now or never. If I don’t tell him now, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. He has to know.
“I wish you were my Valentine.”
Is this real? Did she really just say that? No, she must be joking. She could never love someone like me. I’ll just laugh it off. Why isn’t she saying anything? And that’s when I saw it. I looked in her eyes. She’s serious? This is happening? Oh, this is happening. It’s now or never, she has to know. And with that, I pressed my lips to hers, and we stayed like that. The rain was pouring, the wind was howling. People were shouting “Get a room!” But we didn’t care. You always hear it in children’s fairytales, that when you truly love someone nothing else matters, the whole world stops except for you. I had never believed it until now, but Y/n is my fairytale come true.
As our lips parted from one another, we rested our foreheads together. Magic really does exist, because Spencer Reid is my magic.
Eventually, Y/n and I made it back to work. We were so ready for a trademark Hotch glare, coming back so long after our break had finished. But all we heard was Rossi, “Finally, thank God they admitted it!” I was about to speak, but Y/n read my mind and beat me to it:
“How did you- HOW?!”
Everyone erupted into a fit of laughter, Emily and JJ making pointing fingers and teasing as Garcia literally suffocated me in a classic Penelope hug. And then there’s Morgan patting Spencer a little too enthusiastically on the back, “Pretty Boy, my man!” Even Hotch gave a rare smile as he and Rossi observed the scene. It was a perfect chaos, and in the middle of it all stood Spencer and I, my soulmate and I.
Thank you for reading! 🥰💗
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b4b3tte · 5 months
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MAY THE BEST MAN WIN PART 2
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꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Erron black decides to test the waters by flirting with you in front of Kano, but with him having some slight possessive nature,, he cannot let that happen any further without going down with a challenge
Description on this part — Basically Another flirty remarks made towards you, but you,Erron,Kano are set on a mission but Kano is dead set on making sure Erron isn’t making moves on you. ( Also getting closer to Erron!)
Pairing — Erron!Black x GN!Reader X Kano!Mk11
My note — RAHH I’m so surprised people actually liked this!! I am so glad!! 2 people asked for a request so sorry if I couldn’t reply and edit this on the inbox but here it is, hopefully it meets up towards your expectations!! And to make it clear you can be female,Male,Nonbinary to read this I wanna make my works inclusive as possible, I’ve gotten a lot of nsfw requests so if you want to read my guidelines for it please let me know
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Another night at the black dragon fighting club, Kano, never one to back down, leaned in closer to you, his voice dripping with mischief. "Y'know, luv, I'd hate to see that charming smile of yours go to waste. Why don't you give the dangerous life a break and join me for a night on the town?"
Erron Black, on the other hand, wasn't about to let Kano have the last word. He leaned in with an even smoother tone, trying to maintain his suave demeanor. "Or, darling, you can take a walk on the wild side with me. I promise you won't regret it."
Your eyes darted between the two men, both vying for your attention. It was clear that they were willing to pull out all the stops to win you over.
With a roll of your eyes and a corner smirk that matched Kano's characteristic sarcasm, you decided to play along. "Well, gentlemen, it seems I'm in quite the predicament. I'm afraid I can't choose just yet."
Kano let out a triumphant laugh, while Erron raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your response. It seemed that your playful banter only fueled their determination to win your favor.
Kano, refusing to back down, chimed in with a sly grin. "Smart choice, luv. Keeps us on our toes, it does."
Erron nodded in agreement. "Ain't that the truth. We'll just have to keep impressing you."
You replied with a smart “ have fun trying to fulfill that “ You proceeded to walk away leaving them only hearing the sound of your shoes/Heels clicking the floor
As the banter continued, it took on a playful and even absurd tone. Kano and Erron found themselves exchanging increasingly outrageous and amusing suggestions to win your attention, all while keeping their charismatic personas intact.
You couldn't help but be entertained by the entire spectacle. It was clear that this competition was far from over, and you were content to sit back and enjoy the attention. Despite the chaos and rivalry surrounding you, you found yourself in a rather unique and amusing position, with Kano and Erron Black both trying to capture your interest.
One day you, Erron, Kano, Sektor, and many robot replicas and trained men, you were all sent to capture Johnny, Sonya, or at least Cassie to gain something beneficial, you and Erron went alone first along the military base and caught a moment alone between you two
As the mission continued, you guys found yourselves stationed in a quiet corner of the underground facility, momentarily away from the action. The air was heavy with tension, but the two of you took a moment to breathe from the previous shooting of protection and exchanged a few quiet words.
Erron Black, his charming facade momentarily down, turned to you. "You know, darlin', we’ve never gotten a chance to talk like this in the middle of a mission."
You nodded, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. "That's true. it feels like we're constantly on the move, sometimes I wish I weren’t so involved in everything "
Erron's voice softened as he looked at you as he has never had a personal conversation before with someone he works with . "I know it's a dangerous world, but there's something about you, something that keeps me coming back for more."
You met his gaze, there was a moment were you both looked in each others eyes then lips, the connection between you deepening in that quiet moment. "It's not easy to navigate this whole process, but having someone like you during the process..makes it a little less…daunting."
Erron just slightly moved closer to you, you add your pinky finger on top of his hand making eye contact with him, Just as he was about to say more, Kano's voice erupted through the radio, dripping with jealousy and irritation. "Oi, lovebirds, we've got a situation here! Stop playin' around and get back to work, This ain't the time for touchy-feely nonsense."
Erron, unfazed, shot back, "Seems like someone's feathers are ruffled. Can't handle a little human connection, Kano?"
Kano's response was a low, menacing growl. "I'm watchin' you, Erron. Don't get too comfortable."
Erron Black let out a quiet chuckle, and the two of you returned to the mission at hand. Kano's tone didn't go unnoticed, and it was clear he wasn't pleased with the intimacy he had just witnessed.
As you moved forward, Kano's attitude became increasingly disruptive even at the slight normal conversations almost every one has . He couldn't hide the jealousy that coursed through him, and his comments through the radio were laced with irritation and impatience.
Another smart remark flashed the both of you, when you and Erron accidentally bumped into each other from you walking to fast and not looking where you were walking at, and your guys hand glided on top of each other sorta like this ( click on the link on the word “ This “ )
Kano's voice crackled again. "You two best be focused on the mission instead of holdin' hands. We're here to capture Johnny, not exchange sweet nothings."
Erron Black shot back, his own irritation evident. "You're just jealous, Kano. Afraid you're losin' your grip on your precious Y/n."
Kanos extreme annoyance just exploded “ you shouldn’t even be picking at what should be mine “
Erron leaned in, his voice a low murmur, "Seems our mate Kano is struggling with the concept of sharing."
You chuckled, the irony not lost on you. "I never thought I'd be the center of a love triangle in the middle of a mission."
Erron's grin widened. "Well, darlin', life is full of surprises. But you can bet Kano won't make this easy."
Kano rolled his eyes again as usual “ god damnit black, quit your gobsmackin with y/n We're not on a damn date. Focus on the mission!"
Erron shot back, his voice filled with mischief, "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Kano. Maybe you should try being a bit more charming like me."
The tension between the two men was palpable, and it seemed that the love triangle had reached a boiling point. You couldn't help but feel the weight of their rivalry and the complexities of your relationships.
The love triangle between Kano, Erron Black, and you continued to play out, each interruption and intimate moment adding to the complexities of your relationships. The question remained: who would ultimately capture your heart in the end?
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fairyofjaeyun · 1 year
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p j s & s j y ➳ mommy is mine ꨄ
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[21:23] now playing: the boy is mine - brandy and monica
[warning] mommy kink, puppy/kitty kink, punishment, collar and leash, gagball, face slapping, spanking, rimjob (m receiving), fingering (m receiving), degrading, begging, brief nipple sucking, pegging, protected sex, train position? (reader in the middle), brief finger sucking, hints at cum eating, hints of corruption kink and dacryphilia, jay and jake being petty
1st person // 4.9k words
[a/n] finally what you’ve all been waiting for! I’m super glad I took my time with this because I love how it turned out ♡
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it was as expected; jay, my best friend since the beginning of college, developed feelings for me. classic cliché. why didn’t he confess sooner? I simply intimidated him. what was his arrangement with jake, exactly? I had no clue. I’d get my answer in due time.
this time around, word got to jake fairly quickly. how did I know? jake and jay’s competition to see who could be the clingiest was all the evidence I needed. constant texts and invites to meet up, with jake going as far as changing his contact name to your puppy <3. both of their faces contorting when the other’s name was mentioned.
so asking both of them to hangout at jake’s house was a recipe for disaster, but I thrive in chaos. besides, they were too geeked for me to say no, anyway.
in the meantime, they had both opened up to me about their new found submissiveness (well, technically, jay’s submissive side wasn’t new, it was just never expressed), and what intrigued them. their list of kinks and fantasies made me come up with a movie’s length of scenarios I’d replay before going to bed, with one instance of me just saying ‘fuck it’ and touching myself.
I knew today was going to be intense and I welcomed it with open arms. no matter what happened, it would go my way.
jay was driving me again. this time he was more chatty, but to be honest, what he was saying flew over my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about his list, the things that turn him on, and I let my impulsive thought of putting my hand on his thigh win. his words stammer a bit and his thigh tenses up, but he continues his story (something about math, I don’t know) as if nothing happened and I let out an occasionally ‘mhm’ when appropriate.
we parked in the same spot as last time in front of jake’s building. I followed jay up the steps with more confidence, even with that familiar tingle of nervousness in my stomach. the tension is strong as soon as jake opens the door. naturally, his eyes land on me first and he hits me with his warm smile and a polite welcome. his hair is still long and parted in the middle, looking as soft as ever. he had on a dark blue sweatshirt with our university logo on it paired with some light washed ripped jeans.
jake barely greeted jay. he glanced at him and flashed a thin smile, then stepped aside to let us in. I sat down at my usual spot—on the far right next to the arm rest— on jake’s couch after I removed my shoes, while jake grabbed some drinks. I patted the cushion next to me to invite jay to sit next to me, and he gladly accepts.
jay was wearing black sweats with a black, long sleeved shirt that was loose around his torso but still somehow showed off his waist every now and then. again, I rest my hand on his thigh, this time grabbing and squeezing it. jay’s thighs tense again and move away from my touch, but he puts his hand on mine and directs me towards his inner thigh, dangerously close to his dick.
jake’s eyes immediately land on my grip on jay’s thigh as he joins us with three cold cans of dr. pepper, unable to hide his small frown. “thank you, jakey.” I said after he hands me a can, unfazed. jake sets jay’s soda on the coffee table in front of him, then grabs the remote to the tv. he sets some distance between himself and jay as the tv comes to life, the netflix sound blaring through the speakers.
as expected, nobody could agree on what to watch. jay wanted to watch an action movie, while jake wanted to watch romance. I personally didn’t have a preference, but I voted for a scary movie just to stir the pot, which made jake practically whine in protest. it was honestly amusing to watch jake’s passive aggression effortlessly get shut down by jay’s direct and sharp tongue. I let them go back and forth for a few minutes before announcing I had to use the restroom, resulting in jake awkwardly giving directions. “o-oh, it’s, um, furtherest door to the right.”
I thank him and grab my tote bag, because there’s no way I’m repeating the same mistake as last time. jay is too nosy.
the boys are silent as I head towards the hallway, causing me to smirk. the tension is probably unbearable for them. once I reach the bathroom, I double check my bag. I have everything I need. I smile victoriously in the mirror, quickly adjusting my hair and my makeup.
I left as quickly as I arrived. apparently, too quickly as jay and jake were conversing through their teeth as if I was still doing my business. “this isn’t what we agreed to.” jay says, agitated. “you had your fun, now back off.” the silence that follows is brutal. I almost continue to the living room, until jake speaks up.
“why? afraid she likes me more now?”
I could picture jay’s expression as clear as day, brows furrowed and he clenched with a stare that could burn into you. “are you fucking kidding me?” his voice is raised, and if I didn’t know any better, I would think he’s now standing up with balled fists.
jake butts in immediately, not backing down, “she’s mine now.”
I had heard enough. I rejoined them in the living room, my anger clear as day. they’re both sitting in the same position I left them. jay looks up from his phone, his brows softening. jake’s mouth is agape, ashamed. “y’all are ridiculous.” they remain silent. as they should. “have y’all even considered how I feel about all this?”
“I’m sorry, y/n…” jake says, softly.
“quiet,” I snap back at him. “I had planned something fun for us, but it looks like you both need to be punished, again.”
I briefly dig in my tote bag until my hand finds the pink leather. I catch jake’s eyes widen as I reveal the collar and leash and he barely has the chance to react as I throw the collar towards him. he catches it with both hands, and I watch him inspect it. he runs his fingers over the smooth material and then flips it over where a heart shaped pendant decorated the front.
his glittery eyes meet my smirk. he opens his mouth to speak but I’ve already moved on to jay, tossing him an all black gagball. as I predicted, his cat eyes rise up to challenge me. however, he could never hide the glimmer of excitement beneath his intimidating glare that exposed his love for a cat and mouse game, foolishly claiming to be the predator as if he wasn’t the prey.
“well, don’t just stare at me. put them on.” I say to both of them. jake immediately unbuckles his collar and puts it up to his neck. he struggles for a bit, his fingers slipping, but eventually the leather is wrapped firmly around his throat. jay has barely moved. only his lips have curled as the gagball remained on his lap. “don’t start,” I warn him.
“you put it on me,” he demands me, already being bratty. typical.
I walk over to him, eyes never leaving his. his cockiness slightly falters as I tower over him, and with no warning my hand strikes his cheek. the smack reverberates throughout the living room, nearly concealing jake’s soft gasp. “don’t test me, today,” I say as I grab the gag on his lap and then shove it in his mouth. his cheek beams an irritated red as I secure the gag and make sure it’s not too tight.
after I step back from jay, I look towards jake. his hand is palming his crotch, hips slightly rolling, and his lip caught in his teeth. he looks gorgeous with that collar on; the light baby pink complimenting his skin perfectly. only one thing was missing…
I take the matching leash and clip it onto his collar, right next to the customized pendent—‘SLUT’ engraved in bold letters. jake’s breath hitches when I tug on the leash, whispering a soft “please.” his eyes plead with me, twinkling and sparkling. he does everything but bat his eyelashes to get his way.
I pull him closer until our noses nearly touch. his breath is warm and slightly erratic as his lips part and his eyelids begin to droop. to his disappointment, I don’t kiss him. instead I grip his chin, lightly tracing my thumb along his jaw. “go to your room.”
his breath hitches, and he opens his eyes to find confirmation in my expression. then he practically speed walks to his room, making the pendent clink against the clip of the leash. cute.
jay looked up at me with his rare tint of compliance, wanting to follow. his lips were moist but drool hadn’t made its way down his chin just yet. I could also begin to see the outline of his bulge through his dark sweatpants, but hasn’t touched himself—again, yet. “well, don’t just sit there.”
with jay trailing behind me, I meet jake sitting impatiently on his bed, his jeans starting to look uncomfortable. “strip. both of you.” I commanded as soon as jay closes the door. instantly, clothes are discarded on the floor, and for the first time I see jay completely naked. his stomach is toned but softer than jake’s; his muscle more concentrated on his biceps and legs. in addition, his hips, legs (more specifically his thighs), and cock were thicker than jake’s, all perfect for grabbing onto. “sit next to jake,” I tell him, and he joins jake on the edge of his bed with some distance between them.
I pull my shirt off and reveal red lace bra. their eyes instantly land on my chest, admiring how perfectly sculpted my boobs were. my pants soon follow and the attention is shifted to my matching panties hugging my hips.
jake is shameless with how needy he is; never keeping his tongue away from his lips as his eyes plead. to his disappointment, I order them to turn around on their hands and knees. he listens, anyway. although with a small pout.
jay once again glares at me with that stupid, smug look on his face. his body is kept completely still in defiance. “don’t start,” I warn him, again, but as always, he doesn’t back down. this results in me forcefully turning him over by his hips and landing a harsh slap to his ass. jay lets out a shocked, muffled groan and jerks forward. I spank him once more out of frustration and to let him know that I wasn’t playing around, this time earning a borderline sob from him. “now stay.”
once I was sure jay was going to stay put, I grab my tote that I had tossed on the floor and then turn my attention back towards jake, who was waiting patiently. I noticed the tip of his cock already glistening with precum, a small pearl threatening to leak from his slit onto his comforter.
I run my hands along his ass and the softest gasp flies past his mouth. he slightly squirms and whines when I lower them down to his thighs from how sensitive he is, making me place a hand on the lower side of his back to keep him in place. the other hand goes back to his ass cheek, gripping and squeezing it so I could see his tight, virgin hole. for a moment I admired its pretty shade of brown and the way it clenched in anticipation before kneeling down and dragging my tongue across it.
jake releases a cute gasp that breaks out into a moan. I repeat my previous action and he moans again, “oh my god!” he starts squirming again, trying to close his legs. I push his back so he’s face up ass down and tell him, “stay,” sternly. I watch him tighten his grip on his bedding as I dive back in, momentarily teasing him by hovering over his rim. he starts whimpering again, slightly wiggling his ass towards me in anticipation before my tongue reunited with his hole.
jake’s moans become consistent as I start to get sloppy; spitting and placing wet kisses along his rim. his hands find their way to his cheeks and he spreads them for me, earning himself a quick praise. “there you go, puppy.”
my eyes are then drawn to the pastel leash draped over his tense shoulder and I don’t think twice before grabbing and tugging on it. jake gasps at the sudden tightness around his throat paired with me lapping at his asshole. “mommy, please.” he starts pleading, and that’s my cue to stop. this is a punishment after all.
I drop the leash and his head falls back onto the bed. he nearly cried at the loss of pleasure, and couldn’t stop himself from arching back into my touch in vain.
jay, who has been unusually quiet, was in the same position I left him. although I did catch him sneaking a few jerks of his cock. his tip is now fully covered with his arousal. “so you do know how to shut up,” I laugh, “that won’t last long.” I land a harsh slap on his ass and it’s so cute how he can’t hold back his reaction—a soft groan and his body jumping forward but still arching back for more after getting over the initial shock.
I spank him again, and again. just until his groans fill the room and he starts to get lost in the pleasure before I tell him, “count.” jay looks over his shoulder, an almost ditzy-like confusion on his face.
another slap echoes throughout the room, and jay has no choice but to mumble out the number one. he’s so pitiful as he counts for me. his head hangs low as he tries to pronounce the numbers; his ass getting redder and redder after each jiggle. he’s so embarrassed (and turned on), but I wasn’t going to stop there. “I’m sorry what was that?” I ask and pull him up by his hair, an evil smile tugging at my lips.
I heard him loud and clear as he could be. I was just obsessed with ripping him apart and breaking him down to the point he was nothing but a needy kitten for me.
jay sniffles and swallows the saliva that attempted to spill from the corners of his mouth, then says the number 18. satisfied, I spank him two more times, once on each cheek, and let go of his hair. I gently massage the hand prints that could potentially becoming bruises before a whimper shifts my focus.
jake couldn’t handle my lack of attention. he started humping the air like he was in heat, his cock twitching from the lack of stimulation.
“oh, you stupid puppy,” I chuckle, coldly, “can’t even handle not being touched for 5 minutes.”
jake whines and looks at me with starry eyes, “mommy, I just want your hands all over me.”
“alright,” I say then pull him closer to me and jay, “just don’t you dare cum.”
jake swears to me that he won’t, and I grab the bottle of lube from my bag. jake tenses up on e he hears the sound of the cap popping open and peers over his shoulder to watch me. his gaze is practically pornographic; pretty, compliant eyes focused on me and mouth ajar as he waits for me to pleasure him.
I warm the liquid between my fingers before rubbing it around his rim. his eyes instantly close and his jaw goes slack as I coat his hole. I feel him tense beneath my fingertips as he releases the prettiest moan.
I continue rubbing jake’s hole, teasing him by ever so slightly inserting my finger then pulling out, causing him to whimper. then I place my other hand on jay’s ass. he shivers from my warm breath tickling him, and groans when my tongue connects to his hole.
both of their noises fill up the room as I pleasure them—jake’s precious whines layered with jay’s muffled groans making my stomach flutter. I wanted more.
so finally I push myself fingers inside jake, and he nearly screams from the stretch, “oh, fuck!” he swallows them nicely for being inexperienced, and his walls clenched around the new feeling. “please,” jake starts to whine, arching into me.
I fight the urge to coo at him. instead I slowly start moving in and out of him. he hisses, but quickly gets used to it.
meanwhile, jay is practically melting from my tongue. I prod, suck, and kiss his hole until it’s dripping with my saliva. my core heats up everytime jay’s groans break off into a soft whine, and he tries to swallow his own saliva that’s most definitely coating his chin by now.
unconsciously, I start pumping my fingers in and out of jake faster, the lewd sound of lube increasing in volume along with jake’s moans. my tongue laps at jay’s asshole at the same speed, and he starts leaning towards me to meet my tongue.
“oh fuck, mommy! oh my god!!” jake cries when I found his prostate, his thighs beginning to tremble.
I can’t help pulling away from jay and smirking at him, “aww, looks like I found puppy’s g-spot,” I laugh as I continue rubbing his spot, making him squirm, “how cute.”
“mommy, I need to cum. please, please let me cum.” he looks at me over his shoulder, eyes red and glossed over with tears. I almost gave in because of how cute he looked begging for me—almost innocent—but I pulled out anyway, making his tears stream down his face. “no, please,” jake whines from the loss of pleasure, and his cock twitches from his denied orgasm.
I spank him, making him jerk, “lay on your back.” I watch jake pause then move his aching thighs, slightly struggling to turn over, before giving the same command to jay.
sitting back on my heels, I admire both of them. their cocks are an identical shade of red, and both of their swollen tips are leaking with precum.
jake’s chest is still softly heaving from the previous edging. the tears have dried down to faint, sticky streaks on his crimson cheeks. it was so precious that I couldn’t tell if I wanted to kiss them or create more.
jay looked a mess. as expected, drool had dribbled down his chin and his hair was ruffled in different directions. I snicker at him, leaning forward and trapping him between my arms, “you look so pathetic.” I see his eyes sparkle and soften—the glint of obedience making a reappearance—and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think those eyes were jake’s.
before jay could glare at me again, I attach my lips to his nipple. he hisses and curves his back as soon as I lick him, urging me to suck harder. I move my lips throughout his chest, leaving behind deep purple marks on his flushed skin. he wriggles beneath me, turning his head as he groans for me. I smile against his skin, giving the fresh hickey a gentle peck, then grab his chin to make him face me.
“you want this off?” I ask him, tapping the gag ball with my finger. I also take note of jake’s hips not so discreetly thrusting the air. jay nods without any hint of attitude, so I gently lift his head and unbuckle the gag.
by then, I felt like I was going to burst into flames because of how hot I was from wrecking them and not being touched. “jake, come take these off for me,” I tell him, running my finger underneath my bra strap. he rushes up to unhook my bra, “yes, mommy.”
it takes all but a second to have my bra sliding down my arms with my panties tossed alongside it. the cool air hits my nipples and my wetness hard, and as if he knew, jake eyed those areas, longingly, then looked at me for my approval.
“be a good puppy and mommy will reward you, okay?” I say. jake is disappointed, but nods anyways.
I slide off the bed, momentarily, to grab the strap on from my bag and adjust it on my hips. jake’s eyes practically light up, and his cock throbs. I know his mind is going back to the night he touched himself for me, moaning into the phone about how bad he wanted me to fuck his ass with me towering over him. how bad he wanted my hands wrapped around his neck as I corrupted his body.
jake starts to lift himself up on his elbows and turning his hips to change position but I stop him, “stay right there, babe. I wanna see your face while I ruin you.”
he stops in his tracks and hums from the image I’ve put in his head. still on his elbows, he looks up at me in awe as I take my place in between his legs. I place my thumb on his lips, rubbing them before pushing it into his mouth. he gladly accepts it and starts sucking, allowing himself to moan against me and his eyes to feel heavy.
“harder,” I tell him, the lust wrapped around my voice making him obey immediately. his plush lips and tongue feel good around me, my mind starts to drift and think about how good they’d be wrapped around my strap or kissing my pussy. I know he’d look up at me with the cutest puppy eyes as if he wasn’t doing anything naughty. I know he’d moan against me when he sees how good he’s pleasuring his mommy, eventually grinding against the mattress or his palm until I scold him and he tries to use his pretty eyes to get out of a punishment.
another whine from jake brings me back to reality, and I slowly remove my thumb from his mouth. I then drag my hand down his chest; wiping his saliva on himself during the process; brushing against his toned tummy and his cock, which makes him tremble and start to whimper out, “please, please. I’ve been good.”
I place my hands on his thighs and lift his legs up for easy access. jake gasps and his faces starts to burn from the vulnerable position he’s in.
“mommy, I’ve been good too. don’t do this again,” jays speaks up, however with a noticeable tremble in his voice. he’s never sound so gentle, it made me take pity on him. “come behind mommy.”
it was cute seeing how urgently he moved. the warmth lingering of his skin quickly embraced mine as he approached me. jay didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me, the feeling of my waist making his chest lean onto me.
jay rests his chin on my shoulder, his hands sneakily making their way towards my breast, “I wanna watch you put it in.”
his words took me by surprise and made my body ignite in flames. they seemed to have to same effect on jake judging by the way his cock abruptly twitches.
I chuckle and say, “me too, babe.” then I align the toy with jake’s hole, which is still generously coated with lube. he clenches when the tip touches him and bites his lip. I start pushing slowly, not wanting to hurt him. he groans when he feels himself stretching out and eventually begin to swallow the strap.
jay and I’s breath hitch almost simultaneously when I’m halfway in and jakes hands grip his ass to spread himself for me.
“good puppy, you’re taking me so well.”
he whimpers when I finally bottom out and he gets used to being so full, but momentarily he relaxes and gives me the okay to keep going. I start pulling out, slowly, then renter him.
jake’s lips form an ‘o’ as he watches me fill him up, moaning everytime my hips touch the back of his thighs.
“you can go faster, now,” jake says with urgency.
“is that how you ask,” I respond, halting my movements. my grip tightening on his thighs.
he’s quick to rush out an apology, “I’m sorry, mommy. can you please go faster?” he gives me those eyes again, and paired with his hands spreading himself open it was like he’d done this before.
however, he can’t trick me so easily. I pull out until the tip is barely inside him and smile down at him, “oh, yeah? anything else you wanna apologize for?” and then I slam into him, pushing his little body forward as he gasps.
“I-“ he starts before breaking off into a deep moan when I repeat my previous actions.
“aww, is my puppy being fucked dumb now?” I laugh so viciously at him, watching his eyes brim up with tears.
meanwhile, jay’s hands boldly grope at my breasts. his thumbs delicately trace around my nipples, causing me to sharply inhale. everytime I pulled out his hard cock would so gently brush against my ass, making my brain fuzzy as I watched jake fall apart beneath me.
“I-I’m sorry, mommy,” jake tries again, “puppy’s s-sorry for being a bad slut,” his voice breaks off into a mewl. all of his previous sultry moans have transitioned into high-pitched cries as I quicken my pace.
“so you’ve finally realized how slutty you are—just a dirty puppy for me to use how I please.” I groan softly as jay starts to nip at my neck, his body almost impossibly close. I needed him now.
“mmm, jay, you wanna be a good kitty and fuck me now?”
he releases my neck with a satisfying smack from his lips, breathlessly replying, “yes. fuck, yes.” I instruct him towards the condom in my bag. whether it was the same one he grabbed that day in his dorm, who knows, jay ripped it open without a care.
with a hand resting on my hip, he pushes inside of me, both of us moaning at the feel of each other. his thrusts are short and slow, giving me plenty of space to keep fucking jake.
all of our moans combined created such a sweet harmony. jays rich moans and groans and occasional whimpers mingled with jake’s mewls and sobs had me pushing towards the edge.
I lean forward and cage jake between my arms. his hands move from his ass to hold up his legs for me. his eyes shut when I start ramming into him, forcing tears to stream down his face. all his sweet sounds were muted as his brain turned to mush. the only sounds he could produce being sorry sniffles.
jay matched my rhythm effortlessly. hips pounding against mine and delicious moans in my ear sending shivers down my spine as I feel my climax approaching at any moment.
and jake, with incredible timing, finally cries out, “can’t hold it. mommy, please can I cum? I’ve been so good. been a good boy for you. please.”
the desperation that oozed from him was too precious, and in all fairness, he had been good. so, pulling firmly on his leash, I say, “wanna cum with mommy, baby?”
he nods immediately, almost comically fast, placing his hand gently on top of mine, “yes, thank you.”
“can I cum too, mommy?” jay asks, breathlessly. the slight tremble in his voice confirms to me that he’s also close as well.
after giving jay the okay, he fucks me faster, both hands gripping my breasts. I can’t help but moan as my core starts to flare up.
ultimately, it was jake who came first with a abrupt sob as his body spasms; trying so desperately to curl himself into a pathetic ball. I don’t catch it at first, but he does whisper a tiny “thank you” once the nearly endless wave of cum finished coating his flushed skin.
then, after seeing jake’s pretty orgasm, I came next. my thrusts nearly halt and my walls clenched tight around jay’s cock, causing him to release a shaky groan and curse behind me. my eyes close as I let the pleasure overcome me, resting the hand that was on jake’s leash on his chest. his cum smears on my hands but I don’t mind. I knew he would lick it up for me later.
“fuck, mommy. I- shit!” jay pushes himself as deep as he could go, making me completely topple onto jake from how sensitive I was. I plant my face near his neck, and he rests his hands so delicately over my hair while I let jay finish inside me.
I still lay on jake as jay pulls out of me, too burnt and too comfortable to move a muscle. jake’s hands traveling down to my waist to embrace me, carefully massaging my mid back. I unconsciously bury my myself into his neck, one hand reaching out to play with his silky hair.
jay loosens the harnesses on my strapon (even though jake and I weren’t going to be pulling ourselves apart anytime soon), before announcing that he was getting cloths to clean ourselves with, which is a shock within itself considering he’s the type to completely knock out after sex. therefore, I was nowhere near prepared to feel the cool wet cloth on my inner thighs, making me hiss but eventually relax.
I let the two of them pamper me—finally surrendering to their affection, and disconnecting myself from the haunting question that I would have to ask myself…
who am I choosing?
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dark red. (grace clinton)
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couldn’t act like her accent wasn’t my fav thing ever anymore 🫣🫣
based on steve lacy’s song
You had no idea that Grace would be joining you at Bristol.
She had told your entire team but she intended to surprise you at training on the first day of her loan.
You were also a loan player, being brought up through the Arsenal ranks, but you had decided that going out on loan would be better for your career as you were only twenty.
i think of her so much it drives me crazy
“I miss you and I’ll see you soon Gracie,” you told the brunette at the end of your voice note, as you walked through the training grounds.
You hadn’t seen your best friend in over three months, due to both of your ever so busy schedules, that never seemed to sync up.
There were often times where you would find yourself going through your photo album, that was just photos of the two of you.
You always knew that the feelings you had towards Grace were different to the ones you had for your other friends.
Whether it was the slight blush that was evident on your face anytime she gave you a hug, or the way that your smile was just a little bigger than normal anytime she told you she loved you, maybe it was the lingering touches or the longing stares.
But all the signs were there, you were just waiting for her to notice them.
As you walked into the changing rooms many had snapped their heads up to look at you, before quickly busying themselves with something.
Making your way over to your cubby, you can feel the many pairs of eyes on your back.
“Why’s everyone staring at me? I’m not wearing different shoes right?” You whispered glancing down, you’re relieved to see a matching pair of shoes but you were still very confused. “You’ll see soon enough,” one of your teammates told you as she laced up her cleats.
Following suit you quickly laced yours up, before making your way onto the pitch.
Practice seemed to drag on for a significant amount of time before the head coach Lauren told everyone that the entire team needed to meet back out on the pitch in ten minutes so that she could introduce the newest member of the team.
Yet again many eyes danced straight over to your figure as you sipped on your water bottle.
Everyone’s mood seemed to have lifted drastically since the end of training and everyone was buzzing to meet the newest member.
Of course you were the only person who didn’t know who the newbie was, but you were blissfully unaware, as you gathered everything to put in your bag.
You were the second person to leave the changing rooms and as you made your way back onto the pitch, you see the gaffer make her way back onto the pitch this time occupied by a very familiar face next to her.
Your mouth almost drops to the floor in shock as you see the Grace Clinton standing in front of your very eyes.
“No fucking way,” you mutter under your breath as you try contain the urge to jump into her arms.
“Ladies I’d like to introduce you to our newest player, I trust you’ll make her feel very welcomed during her time here.”
Grace was instantly swept into chaos as everyone tried to introduce themselves to the girl at once, you hung back and patiently waited for her to introduce herself to everyone before she made her way over to you.
i belong with you, and only you, baby
Your arms circle around her waist as hers is thrown over your shoulder as she practically jumps into your hold, being in her arms felt like home.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” you whisper into her shoulder before stepping back.
“But you should’ve told me you were coming you twat, where are you staying while you’re here and how are going to get to training in the morning?” Your worries were quickly brushed off as she assured that she had everything under control.
Many of your teammates laughed at your worrisome behaviour but your attention was solely on Grace.
only you my girl, only you babe
“Come back to mine?” You questioned the brunette as you linked your arms with hers, the two of you were slowly walking through the hallway as you gave her a tour.
Glancing over at you a faint smile was placed on her face, “is that even a question y/n/n, we have so much to catch up on!” Her hand made its way to hold a firm grip on your bicep as you walked down the hallway.
The small action of affection sent your entire brain into overdrive as you tried to control your heart rate, you were more than sure that your entire face would be blushed a shade of pink.
After touring the training grounds you made your way back to your apartment.
Once the two of you had settled on your couch with a bowl of popcorn in the middle of you and a crappy rom com on, you finally got chatting.
“So… tell me what’s been happening since we saw each other last.” You questioned the brunette turning to face her.
Grace tiredly looked up at you from her position on the couch, she was sprawled out on the other side of linen couch while her arm hung off the side of it. “Well erm there hasn’t been much happening, besides I spoke to you everyday since you left. And now I’m here, and I’m not leaving you.”
only you darling, only you
“Yeah you better not leave me until we go back to united, assuming that you’re leaving here at the end of the season?”
She nodded and you took her silent answer as a yes while she closed her eyes snuggling into the pillows.
“Don’t eat dinner without me!” Was the last thing she said before her breathing evened out, which led to the conclusion she was asleep.
“Yeah yeah,” with a roll of your eyes and a small smile on your face you grabbed the book that was on the side table to catch up on some reading while the girl you loved ever so deeply was sleeping soundly beside you.
Your once empty apartment was now filled with light and colours as Grace often brought you bunches of flowers or decorations for the apartment.
This was something that you could get used to as it went from sleepovers here and then to her moving in permanently.
The once lonely empty apartment had become your safe haven and more importantly the reason that the two of you finally solidified your relationship.
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featherstreams · 3 months
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Twice the Tricks, T-Poses, and Tickles
Notes: Thank you so much to the anon who requested this and for the kind words!! This sounds adorable, and I'm so glad you liked my first one! I hope you like it!💚 Todoroki is a sweetheart and deserves to smile more. (Also, sorry for the long build-up to the tickling part and the lame ending) (Second Note from rewrite: I rewrote half this fic from memory before the lovely anon who requested this reached out to me with the fic saved! I decided to leave in a lot of the changes to hopefully improve my writing a bit! Thank you so much to that anon and I hope you all enjoy!)
Lee: Todoroki
Ler(s): Kirishima, Kaminari, and Midoriya
Word Count: 1,534
Warnings: None!
Summary: After a successful prank on Bakugou using the T-pose trick they found online, Kirishima and Kaminari decide to move on to another victim during a boring lull during class. Chaos commences.
~ Part One ~
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“Ughh, I’m so boredddd…”
"Shut up, Dunce face." Bakugou snapped from his place at his desk where he was fiddling with his pen.
“But Kachaan~!”
“Call me that again and die.”
Kirishima chuckled from is own place at his desk. Bakugou had been giving both he and Kaminari the cold shoulder ever since their prank a few days ago, aside from little quips and banter like this. He was surprised their explosive classmate hadn't enacted his revenge on them yet, but he wasn't complaining. Being on the receiving end of Bakugou's revenge, especially when it came to tickling, was... He shuddered at the thought.
Redirecting himself back to the present, Kirishima stood from his seat and walked over to Kaminari's desk, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "Why don't you play a game on your phone or something?" He suggested.
“Aizawa-sensei took my phone away,” Kaminari whined, dropping his head on his desk dramatically. “I won’t get it back until the end of the day.”
“You can use mine if you want,” he offered, rummaging through his back pocket.
“No, you don’t have the games I like. And I won’t have any of my saved progress, anyways,” Came the muffled reply from the blond, who didn’t bother to lift his head from his desk.
“Stop complaining so much if you’re just going to turn down everything you’re given to help.” Jirou called from where she was sitting on Mina’s desk her phone in her hand as she softly played some sort of tune for the alien girl.
“Speaking of sensei,” Midoriya piped up from his own seat, interrupting Kaminari’s defensive response, “I wonder what’s holding him up.”
It was Tuesday, and the entire class was in their usual classroom for the day. They were supposed to be working on some sort of training assignment, but indeed, their sensei, Mr. Aizawa, had been called away around ten minutes prior by another teacher for help with… well, none of them were quite sure what. He’d told them to sit tight and not cause trouble before leaving to deal with whatever the situation was. It hadn’t taken long for the majority the class to melt away from their assigned seats and group up in their usual cliches. The responsible ones of the class- the usual suspects, Iida, Momo, Bakugou- had taken this free time of sorts to work on their homework, but many of the others- Like Kaminari- were growing bored and restless.
"Oh, oh! I know!!" Kaminari exclaimed suddenly, lifting his head from his desk to grin at Kirishima in excitement. He lowered his voice then, glancing around as he spoke. "The prank! We should do the prank!"
Kirishima grinned, crossing his arms. "Hell yeah, man. I'm sure that'll be great entertainment. But who should we do it to?" He asked, now joining the blond in scanning their classmates for possible victims. "Sero and Mina likely know about the video already... Actually, I think we should avoid the girls in general. That wouldn't be manly to trick them into being helpless without their permission."
Kaminari rolled his eyes. "Always the gentleman."
"Midoriya would figure it out too fast.” Kirishima continued, ignoring the quip. “Iida would never let us..."
"Todoroki!" Kaminari exclaimed, already standing up. It was the perfect choice, after all; what did the half and half hero know about social media? Nothing, as far as they knew. Content with their decision, the two boys approached their target, who had been engaged into small conversation with Midoriya while Kirishima and Kaminari had been talking.
"Hey, Todoroki! Wanna try out this test we heard about?" Kirishima asked with a smile as they stopped before the pair. Todoroki, who’d been mid conversation, stopped and turned to look at them, curious.
"Test?" He echoed, tilting his head.
"It's a strength test!" Kaminari said cheerfully. "Bakugou even tried it the other day!"
A glance at the hero in question showed that the blond was now looking at them, stunned and furious. Don't rat us out, please... But Bakugou only let out an indignant sniff and said nothing, returning to his classwork.
"Oh... Sure. Okay." Todoroki said evenly, standing up from his seat on Midoriya’s desktop. "How do I take this test?"
"Oh! Let's see..." Kirishima searched for something they could use, scanning the room. Nothing, nothing… Shoot, maybe they’d been to hasty with this. But then Bakugou suddenly caught his attention when he moved, pointing to an area in the far corner of the room. Following his finger lead him to a bō sitting out beside the supply closet. Of course! From their karate-type lesson with Mr. Aizawa last week. That would be perfect!
Kirishima rushed over and picked it up, flashing a shark-toothed smile at Bakugou for the help- receiving only another indignant huff of dismissal- before returning to his friend and their new victim. Kaminari was in the midst of explaining what Todoroki was going to be doing as Kirishima stopped in front of them, staff held securely in both hands.
"Got a staff!" Kirishima said with a grin. "Go ahead and lift your arms up to the side- Yes, just like that!"
Todoroki did as instructed, standing like a statue with both arms perpendicular to his body while he watched Kirishima thread the bō, or staff, through the sleeves of his uniform jacket until it could be seen peeking out the other side.
"There! How does it feel?" Kaminari asked with a smirk. Todoroki calmly tested the staff, lightly pulling on his arms, which barely bugged.
"Secure," He replied after a moment. Half the class was watching now, curious and interested. Was Mina recording on her phone? Oh, she definitely knew what was going on.
"Great! Now, try to get it out! You can't use your quirk," Kirishima added when flames licked at Todoroki's left fingers. The peppermint boy obeyed, fire extinguishing as quickly as it’d appeared, tugging on his arms and shifting his feet. His brows knit together as he focused on the task, but remained unsuccessful aside from getting his elbows in a few inches.
"I can't get out," he said finally, blinking at the now-smirking two boys that had put him here. "Does that mean I failed?"
"Not exactly," Kaminari said, cracking his fingers. "You see, the strength test wasn't about your arms, exactly. It was about how long you can last."
"How long I can last? Last wha-AHAT! H-Hehey!" Todoroki's question was cut short when Kirishima jumped forward and squeezed his sides. The half and half hero pinched his lips together, jerking a few steps backwards only to run into Midoriya and his desk.
"Clever, you two," Midoriya commented, giggling as he looked up at his tense friend.
"Thank you!" The boys chorused together, both poking their way around Todoroki's sides and tummy.
"Come on, Todobro~! Tickle tickle tickle!!" Kirishima cooed. Giggles spilled through Todoroki's pinched lips, his cheeks pinkening from the teasing. "Awww, listen to those giggles! Who knew stoic Todoroki had it in him?"
"How adorable," Kaminari agreed with a smile, pinching his way up Todoroki's right ribs, earning a soft squeak. He had no hope of containing his reactions when caught so by surprise on top of having two ticklers. He was squirming now, trying to twist side to side as his arms remain stubbornly up and useless due to the staff in his sleeves.
He was squirming enough that it was growing exceedingly difficult for both Kaminari and Kirishima to tickle him, struggling to stay out of each other's way while also maintaining contact with Todoroki's wiggling torso. This became tricky enough that the redhead finally paused, pursing his lips thoughtfully as he evaluated the situation.
Then there were arms snaking around Todoroki's hips from behind, causing a surprised sound to erupt from the peppermint hero. They belonged to Midoriya, who pulled Todoroki towards him, keeping him secured against the desk and himself so he couldn't struggle away anymore. His own thumbs could be seen gently digging into the divotes of Todoroki's hips, and a snort erupted from the boy as he doubled over.
"Have at him, guys. His armpits are the worst for his upperbody," Midoriya supplied helpfully, a smile evident in his voice as he held Todoroki in place for the other two boys to play with to their hearts’ content..
"Mihidoriyahaha!!" Todoroki protested through his hysterical giggling.
"Todoroki-kun!" Midoriya echoed back teasingly.
Kirishima, not wanting to overwhelm the stoic half and half hero with six tickly hands, decided to stand back and watch this time, as most of the rest of the class was doing by this point. Most of the girls could be heard cooing, with Mina recording the entire thing on her phone, and even Bakugou was watching, smirking at Todoroki’s situation in a way that only someone who’d been in that position could.
Kaminari drilled back in on Todoroki's ribs, needing no other encouragement to continue. The victim let out a shout of laughter before delving into hysterics at the combo tickling he was being subjected to.
"Guhahahaha-guys! HAHAHhahahaa Ohohokay! Hahahahaha! Plehehease!! K-Kaminari, Midorihihi- Aaahahaha!! NONONO!" The uncharacteristic squeal shot from Todoroki's mouth when Kaminari scribbled his devious fingers under Todoroki's arms. The struggling attempts to get away doubled as Todoroki's adorable shrieking laughter filled the classroom. It was so... High pitched, and adorable, and just so genuine from such a soft spoken, neutral guy. Kirishima nearly awwed. He was not alone, though others seemed to have failed in holding the sound in.
The poor peppermint boy's legs were trembling, and it didn't take long before they gave out on him, and his weight was fully leaning into Midoriya.
"P-PLEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOHAHAHA NO PLEASE NOHOHOT THERE!! I- EEK- I CAHAHANT!!" Todoroki cried out between his sweet laughter. This carried on for another unspecified amount of minutes, Todoroki’s desperation being dutifully ignored in favor of listening to his adorable laughter, before a voice cut through the noise, causing everyone to freeze.
"I leave to deal with a quirk emergency for fifteen minutes, and I come back to this?" Aizawa drawled from where he was standing, arms crossed, in the front of the room, eyes trained on the frozen scene. "I could hear you from three classrooms away."
Todoroki, who sat blushing and panting in what was practically Midoriya's lap by this point, turned red enough that his scar nearly disappeared. "S-Sorry, sensei." He mumbled as an almost equally embarrassed Midoriya quickly lifted his hands from Todoroki’s body in surrender, unable to stand due to being pinned down by the victim of their antics,
"Kaminari, Midoriya, detention." Mr. Aizawa merely said. The loud protests of "What?!" and "It was Kirishima's idea!" ("Hey bro, not cool!") that followed from the electric blond went ignored as Kirishima helped Midoriya remove the staff from poor Todoroki's sleeves.
As the three boys fussed over a tickled-out Todoroki, in which Iida and Uraraka joined in, no one noticed the smile or the chuckle that rasped out of Aizawa as the man closed the classroom door and set up to continue their lesson for the day.
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pintsizemama · 4 months
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Elf
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Summary: You have to do some quick thinking when there’s an elf emergency.
Pairings: Frankie Morales x You, Frankie Morales x Female Reader
Fandom: Triple Frontier
Rating: Mature
Warnings: language, fear for a child
Word Count: 817
A/N: This is part of the Single Dad Frankie series.
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A piercing scream resounded through the house. You and Frankie dropped your coffee mugs onto the table and ran towards the sound, terror slicing through your hearts.
“Baby girl?” Frankie called out as you rushed into the family room. Maria was standing in the middle of the room sobbing. “What happened? Are you hurt?” Maria didn’t answer and cried harder. Frankie knelt in front of her and gently took her shoulders in his hands.
“I need you to tell me what’s wrong, baby,” Frankie said gently. You admired his calm among the chaos. Your own heart was pounding and your hands shaking. You were worried about Maria—and you knew Frankie was too—but your husband always kept his cool in stressful situations. His military training never really went away. You glanced quickly around for Ana. You had set her in her pack-n-play before going into the kitchen to get coffee. She sat happily in the pen gurgling to her big sister.
“Christmas is ruined!” Maria wailed.
“What? How?” Frankie asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. Maria sobbed louder and pointed to Ana. You looked back and a flash of red in your daughter’s hand had you moving forward. Ah, shit. She had Lucy—Maria’s elf on the shelf—in her chubby little hands, gumming at its hat. You rubbed your forehead in frustration.
“Lucy’s magic is gone!” Maria cried harder. “She can’t go back to the North Pole, and Santa is going to think I’m naughty!”
“The elf?” Frankie’s voice was gruff with suppressed anger. “This is all about the damn elf? I thought you were injured, Maria.”
“I’d rather have a broken leg than for Lucy to lose her magic!” Maria cried dramatically. “Lucy will be in so much trouble, and I’ll never get a present from Santa!” Frankie sighed. He stood up, his knees popping loudly.
“Careful, old man,” you teased him. He just shook his head and walked over to you. You carefully extracted the elf from Ana’s hands and mouth. “Ana, Lucy isn’t a toy.” Her little lip jutted out and big fat tears filled her eyes. “It’s alright.” You handed her a teddy bear that was laying in the pack-n-play. “How about you give Teddy some hugs.” Ana took the bear and promptly tried to devour its ear. Frankie was staring at the elf with malice as Maria cried behind you.
“Maybe it’s time to tell her the truth,” Frankie suggested.
“Don’t you dare, Francisco,” you warned. “We are not ruining the magic of Christmas for her. I got this.” You turned to Maria and knelt in front of her. “Maria, it’s alright. I know exactly what to do.”
“Y-You do?” Maria asked shakily, her lower lip trembling.
“Yep,” you replied. “I’m gonna call the North Pole hospital and let them know what happened. They can send up some medicine for Lucy so she can get her magic back.”
“Really?” Maria’s face perked up. “They can do that?”
“Of course!” You assured her. “Same thing happened to my friend’s elf when we were little. Just a small dose of medicine and some rest, and she was good as new!”
“Yay!” Maria cheered excitedly. “I’m so glad she’s going to be ok.” Her smile suddenly fell. “Santa isn’t going to be mad at Ana, is he? I don’t want her to get into trouble.”
“No, Santa won’t be mad,” you said gently. “He understands that she’s just a baby and doesn’t know the rules yet.”
“Ok, good,” Maria said relieved. “Ana is such a good baby. And the best little sister. She deserves presents too.” You smiled warmly.
“Why don’t you watch a Christmas movie with Ana while I call the North Pole,” you suggested. “Then we can have some breakfast.”
“Ok!” Maria bounced over to the couch and grabbed the remote. You took the elf into your room to ‘make your call’. Frankie followed you in.
“What’s the plan?” He asked.
“I’m going to grab a box and some doll blankets,” you explained. I’ll fill one of her little baby bottles with food dye and water and write up some care instructions. Then I’ll put it all in the box and smack a label on the front to make it look like it was delivered from the North Pole. Then we put it on the front porch and act surprised.” Frankie’s eyes widened.
“How the hell did you come up with that?” He asked in awe. You shrugged.
“Just came to me,” you replied.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he said softly and kissed you. “Thank you for not letting me ruin this for Maria.”
“I got you,” you said with a smile. “Now go keep them busy so I can make a mobile elf hospital.” Frankie chuckled as he walked out of the room. You looked down at the little elf in your hand. “You really are a pain in the ass.”
Day 8
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Idk if this submitted the first time (you can delete this ask if it did)
But one thing that I will forever fine funny is that the almost everyone in the COD fandom saw soap in a collar and was like “yeah that checks out”. I think soap would wear it as a joke since it was a gag gift or if he lost a bet/ did a dare but later on would wear it again since it’s not only practical but comfortable on missions and work well. Que the boys just losing it gaz is definitely the one who gave it to him to cause chaos that price has to watch he probably also got a lot of comments he either flirted back or told them to shut up. How everyone reacted is up to you :3
It didn’t submit for some reason but I’m glad you submitted again cause I saw a couple tik toks with Soap in the radio collar things that military dudes have in movies and this is fuelling me.
I reckon it starts with the military use ones and for some reason Soap is just pulling it off different and it’s giving everyone ideas. Gaz can see this and because he likes causing Price pain, when they’re on their next lull between missions he gets a legit collar and gives it to Soap.
Obviously they made a bet first, and of course Gaz did it with something that he absolutely knew Soap would lose at so there Soap goes, walking around base with the collar for the next two weeks.
I reckon the pure fact that the collar isn’t military will make everyone lose their minds just a touch more than usual.
Alejandro and Rudy see it first since they had all planned to meet up and do some training together. Rudy can do nothing more than blush and fluster, forgetting all concepts of English because now his head is running wild with the scenarios that collar and hand to hand training could bring them to.
Alejandro is similar but he manages to hold onto his English (barely), speaking broken sentences and flirting like a madman. Soap gets all embarrassed and both men can see the way the blush disappears under the collar and they so badly want to follow it.
Gaz flirts because, well, he’s a dick like that 😂 he’s milking this for all he can and if that means he has to flirt a bit just so he can watch Soap get flustered and all these men simp over him, well he’ll damn well do it.
Nobody knows if König is into it or not. The man’s harder to read than Ghost most days so who tf knows what’s going on behind that hood. But in the privacy of his room he is definitely losing his mind and trying to figure out ways he could hopefully ask Soap to join him or something.
Ghost seems stoic and disapproving at first. He sees the collar and the shit eating grin on Gaz and simply tells them to stop playing games. But as he walks away he has to very quickly and very discreetly adjust his pants because he was not expecting that.
The man is fucking everywhere for the duration of the bet because he absolutely loves the sight of a collar on Soap and can’t help but imagine what the man would look like with something that was distinctly Ghost’s on him.
He’s also making sure that nobody actually acts on the ideas they’re all so obviously thinking. Because no fraternisation in the military and totally not cause he’s jealous and is silently bidding everyone to know Johnny is his.
And Price, poor old Price, cannot wait for this bet to be over cause he doesn’t know how many more times he can walk in on the sight of half of his men drooling over an oblivious, collared Soap.
Much to his horror though, the collar ends up becoming a regular part of Soap’s wardrobe. Most times by mistake other times because he likes the feel of it and lord have mercy when the rest of the 141 heard that.
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icey--stars · 1 year
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Stories To Be Told: PART 10
Series Index
A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?
A/N: and WELCOME BACK! thank you all so much for your support. it truly means the world to me!! and remember- its every other day posting now, besides weekends because thats my break days lol
ps. i am way to lazy to write the entire time y/n was at her brother's and mother's place. so just imagine a lot of sucking up and pissing y/n off. (in other words, i dont need more characters to show development with lol) AH i can't wait to make you all suffer in anguish and wait after wednesday's post.
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I was buzzing with anger as I flew back to the House. My mother and brother had tried so, so hard to get me to like them. They just made me hate them more by how desperate they were. Extra food, tours (which I blatantly refused) and all sorts of things. Gifts from my mother in the form of dresses. Knives from my brother. I hated it. I absolutely hated it. There wasn’t any escape either, unless I wanted to winnow away. I wasn’t willing to brave going into the camp. I stayed where I was, or I snuck into the forest for an hour to cool my anger down.
I flew through the better part of the day, rain starting to come down from midday. I ignored it, pushing through the wind and storm.
I landed on the balcony, soaking wet. I stalked inside, taking off my boots before I went into my room and set them by the window to dry. My leathers soon joining them.
I had just changed into a dryer set of clothes when a knock on my door made me flinch.
“Who is it?” I called.
“Azriel,” the male replied from behind the door.
I sighed, still feeling as if I was running on pure spite and then shook off my wings before opening the door.
“Yes?” I prompted, leaning against the doorway.
“How did your trip go?” He asked.
“It was fine,” I replied.
“Where’d you go if you don’t mind me being curious?”
“Illyria.” I looked back over my room for a moment, seeing if it was clean enough to open. I was startled to find my shadows curling over me still. They’d been silent mostly, for the entire flight and visit. I opened the door, pulling my shadows in to disappear.
“I went to visit people who aren’t my family anymore. Nothing big,” I said.
“You have… family?”
“Not really,” I sighed, opening the door to work on scrubbing my leathers dry and cleaning them. “They’re quite manipulative in my experience.”
“Ah,” Azriel sighed. “I can get that.” He didn't elaborate, and I didn't need him to.
“Did you need anything, or did you just want to know why I was gone?” I asked.
“Well, I was confused why you were gone, but I figured if you arrived during this storm, you’d like a couple clean towels.” He pulled a small pile of towels from behind his back.
I eyed them suspiciously before taking them and setting them on the bed. “Thank you, I suppose.”
Azriel stood there awkwardly for a few more minutes before he finally said, “I’ll see you later.”
As he walked off, I took one of the towels and used it to dry off my head and neck that was still dripping water, looking out the window at the moon and the stars beyond it.
Luckily, I didn’t get sick from my fly through the rain. I managed to dodge that bullet.
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“Y/N!” Nesta greeted me as I landed near them for training the next morning. “How have you been?”
“Fine,” I replied. 
“Where’d you go, if you don’t mind me asking?” Emerie questioned.
“Illyria. My… old family asked for my presence. I’m not going back,” I replied hesitantly.
“Good. They don’t need to be in your life,” Emerie said. I nodded in agreement.
“Alright! Come on ladies!” Cassian called. “Glad to have you back Y/N, hope you’ve been practicing for the past week.”
I rolled my eyes.
The training was hard, but it also was a relief to be back, doing what I’d been doing the past months. Spring was nearing and the air was getting warmer, which was nice. Around this time I would settle myself in the middle of the forest instead of near a town to buy food. Spring was when all the critters started to come out.
During lunch, Nesta said, “so, does anyone have any plans for Starfall or are we all going to stare at the sky like last year?”
Starfall. The most beautiful night of the year. I remember watching it at the camps and missing it dearly in the Winter Court. I’d been watching it hanging onto the tops of trees recently, but I’d heard that the best place to view it was in Velaris. 
“How about you Y/N?”
I realized I’d zoned out the conversation and shook my head to clear it. “I’ve no plans. I’ll enjoy seeing it from here though.”
Emerie smiled. “It’s beautiful. Do you plan to wear anything nice?”
I pursed my lips. “Not a dress,” I replied. “I’ll probably find something a bit different though so I don’t stand out.”
“Cassian always ends up wearing just a nice black dress shirt, so you could get away with that,” Nesta offered.
“It is hard to find dresses that work for wings, so I get that,” Emerie chuckled. “Everything tends to be harder to get on. I might be able to help if you need it."
I nodded in agreement. “I’ve never been the type to wear dresses. Never have actually. I wore a skirt in the Winter Court once, but it wasn’t to my liking, just too limiting on movement. And I might just take you up on that offer Emerie."
“Makes sense,” Nesta replied. “Though if you ever want to try, let me know because I am so going to be there.”
I chuckled. “Will do Nesta.” I finished up my food, standing up. “Alright I have work, see you all tomorrow.”
They waved me off as I walked off down the hallways.
Azriel met me on the balcony and I almost groaned. What did he want now? At this point, all he did was worry over me. Or act all awkward and weird. I prepared myself for a snarling match.
“Y/N, Rhys would like to have a word with you after work. Just at the River House by the Sidra,” Azriel said.
I eyed him a little big longer before replying, “Alright, I’ll make sure to meet with him. Anything I should prepare?”
“He didn’t tell me anything.”
I sighed, a little disappointed about not knowing what to expect. “Alright then. Anything else?”
Azriel shook his head. “Don’t end up in the harbor again,” he chuckled.
I rolled my eyes before flying off toward the docks.
I wasn’t tasked to use my wings luckily. It’d become a habit of my boss to exploit them. Instead, I lifted boxes and carried them onto ships just like the rest of the dock employees.
I managed to find the River House without fail, landing outside as I passed through the wards. The House of Wind had wards, I knew, but I’d gotten used to them. These were… different. Stronger somehow and more reinforced.
I knocked on the door and it opened to reveal my High Lord.
“Ah, Y/N. Great to see you. I had a couple things to discuss with you if you’ll come with me?” Rhysand asked.
I nodded, and he held the door while I walked inside and then led me through the halls to a smaller room. An office. It had papers scattered everywhere, while some remained neatly stacked. Others were ripped. But there was ink on the desk and a bookshelf, which made it less intimidating in a way.
A stool magically appeared at a snap and as Rhys took the one at his desk, I took the stool, facing him. My wing twitched with nervous energy. What was he going to ask?
“So,” he began. “I’ve heard from your brother that you visited him recently, yes? And your mother.”
“Not really my family, but yes. That’s where I left to visit. Faxon and Merle.”
Rhysand nodded. “Alright. It seems that Faxon, the head guard there, has made a mistake. He mentioned you to the lord there, Ambroz.”
I shivered at the name, holding back a snarl. Oh, for so long I’d wanted to tear that male apart. The one who tried to clip me. The one who ruined everything. My plan, my life, my memories, my mind, and so many other little parts of me.
“I understand you have some not so pleasant memories with him, but he’s offered to apologize to you, wanting you to visit. I want to know if I should be concerned for your safety.”
My leg started to bounce and I held it down with my hand. 
“Ambroz isn’t the type to apologize. He’s the type to act irrationally. I barely knew him during my time in Ironcrest, but you learn a lot about a male who ruined your entire life. You don’t have to be concerned about me, but perhaps just a bit concerned for how things may fall out if I don’t visit. If I do, which I can, it probably will end in bloodshed on both parties.”
“I see. I don’t have a particular liking for that male. And because he hasn’t committed any outright crimes, I can’t condemn him. No matter how much I want to. I was wondering if perhaps you’d be willing to visit and find a way to… make him come clean about something or commit a crime. He’s causing problems all across Illyria. I’d rather like to kill him if I could. Clipping would warrant that.”
“If anyone is going to kill him, I’m doing it. Or any female in that camp that I knew,” I said, holding back the growl in my voice.
I paused, and then observed, “So you want me to manipulate him into coming clean.”
“Should you want the killing blow, it’s yours. And yes. I do,” Rhysand spoke. “I’ve been trying to have Azriel do it, but Ambroz doesn’t particularly think he can manipulate Az. He does, however, with you.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, my knee bouncing against my hand, even despite the strength I put forth to keep it down- “I’ll do it,” I said loud enough for him to hear. “If only to get the opportunity to kill him.”
Rhysand nodded in understanding. “Faxon offered housing. Though I have an inkling you don’t exactly want it, so I’m offering for you to stay two hours north, in Windhaven. My mother’s old residence is there.”
I nodded. “That would be great, but I don’t really know where that is exactly.”
“That’s why I’m sending Azriel with you. He will stay out of your way, but act as some sort of body guard, while doing extra work for me,” Rhysand explained. “That isn’t an issue, is it?”
I tensed but replied, “not an issue my lord.”
That bastard had lied about knowing nothing. He knew.
“It’s just Rhys, but I’m glad you find that agreeable. How soon do you think you could leave?”
“Anytime,” I replied. “Just give me tomorrow morning and I can leave whenever.”
Rhysand smiled. “Leave tomorrow then. The sooner you finish, the sooner it’s done. Azriel has a mental link with me he can use to tell me when to come down. That will be when Ambroz finally fucks up.”
I dipped my head. “Sounds good.”
I flew out of that house feeling rage boiling my blood slightly. “You knew,” I deadpanned at Azriel, who was standing on the balcony, quietly observing the city below us.
“Yes,” he sighed.
“You lied,” I observed, seeing if he was going to argue.
“Yes, I did. It was Rhys’s job to inform you of the mission. Did you accept?”
“Yes, we leave tomorrow.”
Azriel nodded. “We’re traveling by shadow to Windhaven. You can get out your nerves during the flight to Ironcrest. To send a message like daemati, tell a shadow a message to repeat to me. Only we can hear it.”
Azriel was in full spymaster, planning mission mode it seemed. It made it slightly easier to talk with him. Without all his... interesting behavior
I nodded, despite having a spike of anxiety about using my shadows. There was no telling how long this trip might take, and I’d have to have my shadows out the entire time just to make sure I was intimidating. I had to make sure people took me at least partly seriously.
Distantly, I wondered where the hell all my pissed off energy towards this male had run off to.
“Keep the negative from flowing into your power. That’s the best way I can describe it. Create a wall, similar to a mind shield between it and your shadows,” Azriel explained. “I’m going to trust that you can hold your own against the males in the camp should things go south. Can you winnow very far?”
I knew what he was talking about. The hard thing was doing it. But at least I had an idea on how. 
“I can winnow to the human lands if I wanted to,” I replied.
“Good. And if there are wards, pray to all the gods that you don’t die,” Azriel finalized. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He walked off without another word. He was clearly focused and prepared for a mission like this. Unlike me, who was just trying to do whatever the hell I was being told to do.
I sighed, and then walked to my usual area for dinner, sitting down with a huff.
There was always one thing I neglected to tell everyone about my shadows. Something I'd avoid telling anyone until my final days if I could.
Wards… wards usually don't matter to me. I can feel them, and I can pass through them, but if there are wards that stop me from doing things, most often, under intense pressure, I can indeed still use my shadows. I didn’t know if Azriel could as well, and it might very well be a “me” thing, but if there are wards and I am trapped, I can escape still. Maybe alone, but there are worse things in life. After all, I'd escaped alone without Rainne. Losing someone I was pissed off at would be easier.
My shadows were my secret, I told myself. I wasn’t obligated to share what I could do, especially when angered. There was more I could do, but I didn’t know if Az could do them as well. But I knew the ward winnowing, slipping in between undetected, wasn’t normal. And someone might just kill for that power, to control it, or extinguish it.
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Stolen Heart
Hello there, folks! It has been a while, haha. But I am back after my unexpected hiatus. And I am back with something slightly unexpected, a Marvel fic! X-men was kinda my first love when it comes to superhero movies, and after rewatching a few movies, that love has made a resurgence. In particular, Quicksilver! I can not express how much I adore him, so I wrote a fic. I won’t lie to you, dear reader; this is rather self-indulgent, but I tried really hard to capture the essence of Peter Maximoff. 
But anyway, imagine you are a mutant working and training at Xavier’s school, and after a particular incident, you realize, you may have some more than friendly feelings for the silver hair speedster. 
Mutant fem!reader (No use of y/n. plant control mutation)
Relationships: Peter Maximoff x reader 
Warnings: None really, all pretty fluffy. Just good ol’ friends to lovers!
Word count: 2.5k
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You had a list of problems, but currently, settled on the very top; was your best friend, Peter Maximoff. You had known Peter for years, you were closer to him than you thought possible with a friend, and maybe it was. It had been a week since your revelation, an entire week of dodging the speedster to understand what was happening. It was awful. You missed your friend and hated him at the same time. How could he be so effortlessly striking? With his silver hair, band t-shirts, silly goggles, and handsome face? It was not fair! Peter was your best friend! Why would the world curse you with feelings that crept from the deepest corners of your mind? Despite all your denial, the newly discovered truth remained, you were in love with your best friend. 
The chaos of your thoughts was hard to escape, and it only worsened when you were in Peter's presence. So here you were, in the privacy of the garden. The lush vines of the garden constricted and writhed as you sat amongst them, attempting to puzzle out why your relationship had changed so suddenly. Sighing, you opened your eyes as it seemed that even your thinking place offered no answers. The plant life of the school's garden calmed and settled into its rightful places as you regained control of yourself. You thought back to the day it happened and could see it so clearly in your mind’s eye. 
It was a chilly spring day, and you had a rare day off from the intensive X-Men training. It had seemed obvious that you would spend the day with Peter, the two of you often seemed joined at the hip, but recently, you had both been called on for missions separately. Now that you both had some time to relax, you agreed to visit Peter’s house to see his family and have a day away from Xavier’s school. Thinking hard, you remembered how you had felt nothing abnormal when Peter wrapped an arm around your waist and held your neck, getting ready to speed off to his Mother’s house. As you thought about the events following, you felt the flowers around you blooming and the vines once again crawling toward you. 
“Peter!” Lorna called as she ran toward the both of you at the entryway of the Maximoff household. Her laughter as Peter hugged her made you smile vibrantly. 
“Hey there, Lorna! Miss me?” Peter questioned his sister.
“Yeah, I did!” She had a giddy expression as she led you into the house, talking about all the recent happenings at home. 
Chuckling at a comment about an incident involving missing cookies, you spotted Miss Maximoff in the kitchen. You walked in, and she stood to greet you.
“Oh, it’s nice to see you, hun! How have you been? Has Peter driven you up the wall yet?”
“It’s good to see you too! I’m doing well, a little worn out perhaps, but it’s no fault of Peter’s, Miss Maximoff.”
“How long have you known me, hun? I think we're at the point where you can call me Magda,” she looked at you almost sternly, but her facade broke as she continued, 
“Well, I’m glad you’re well, but I don’t know how you can keep up with him sometimes.” 
“I’m right here, you know,” Peter said, suddenly holding a stack of snack cakes.
“Alright, Mom, it’s good to see you, but we are going to the basement.”
In a flash, you were in the middle of Peter’s room, which seemed to be equal parts dragon hoard, as always. A dizzy spell set in as you clutched your head, slightly hunched over. You groaned as Peter flopped onto the couch.
“I hate when you don’t warn me, you know?”
“I don’t think you hate anything about me, hun,” he started, mocking his mother’s endearment for you. 
“So what do you wanna do? We could play ping pong or maybe try to beat my high score on Pac-Man,” he said, waving a hand toward his undeniably stolen arcade machines. 
“Maybe, we could go into town and-”
“How does a movie sound?” you interrupted his fast-paced string of ideas. 
“Oh sure, that sounds great,” he jumped up to root through a box overflowing with VHS tapes, “Can’t believe I didn’t think of that!”
You chuckled and sat on the couch beside Peter’s now empty seat. His room had always been fascinating to you. It was like a reflection of Peter when he was a teen, filled with stolen signage, snacks, goods, and electronics, Peter’s room had a little bit of everything, and you loved it.
“How about John Dane in The Jaws of Death?” Peter said dramatically, raising his arms toward you.
“Sure,” you laughed, “But Who is John Dane?”
“No idea!” Peter told you as he readied the small television to play the movie. 
As you reclined on the couch, he appeared next to you with an armload of snacks, including the cakes he had retrieved most recently. Leaning over, you grabbed a box to open as you questioned the nature of the film.
“I don’t know, it’s supposed to be a horror, but don’t worry if you get scared, my arms will be open,” he chuckled and threw you a sly smile. 
“My hero.” Rolling your eyes, you broke into a bag of sugary goodness. 
“Always will be!” he said in his normal upbeat tone of voice, but looking over, he sported a soft smile. 
As the movie began, you settled into your seat next to Peter with a contented sigh, and he mimicked you, putting his leg up and onto the table in front of the couch. 
The volume of the tense music began to rise as one of the characters slowly crept down a darkened hallway. The character, Stacy, wore a nervous expression that translated through the screen to you. Under your breath, you murmured; what a stupid idea. Peter turned to look at you, now nestled into his side and asked you to repeat what you had said.
“I said, what a stupid idea, she’s going to get herself killed!” You whisper-shouted, practically right next to Peter’s ear.
“Well, isn’t that the whole thing with half of these horror movie babes? They walk down dark hallways, and the monster gets them,” he stated like it was a fact as he looked back at the television. “But don’t worry, I’d never let that happen to you.”
“What a prince charming,” you said, “do you think I’d make it?”
“What do you mean, hun?”
“As a ‘horror movie-babe’ like you so wonderfully put it.”
“Well, you're pretty enough, but are we talking with or without the freaky plant control?” 
It appeared that Peter was making a point of not looking at you now. His warm brown eyes were glued to the tv screen as Stacy jumped away from something in the dark. His leg bounced faster than average, and if you didn’t know better, you’d say he looked tense. It could be the movie, you thought. But as you absorbed his words, you felt yourself grow warm. Did he think you were pretty?
“Of course I do! I mean, who wouldn’t? You’ve got nice eyes, and you’re great to talk to and- and-” Peter trailed off as he turned to look at you.
Your face grew even warmer as he answered what you thought was just a thought. Peter’s cheeks sported a dusting of a rosy pink colour that reminded you of your flowers back at the mansion. It looked nice on him- oh man, now where were these thoughts coming from?
In silence, you stared at one another. Despite how foreign it seemed, there was no discomfort, and it almost seemed natural. Peter’s brown eyes seemed to search your face, and you were sure your own eyes did the same. Peter was your best friend, he was funny, he was always there for you, and he was handsome, you couldn’t deny it. He cared about you, and you cared about him. Maybe that’s why you found yourself learning further toward him on the worn couch. With a clear sense of trepidation, Peter inched closer to you. You were sure you’d never seen him move so slowly before. Meeting each other’s eyes-
“Oh no! Oh God, please, no!” A loud shriek ripped through Peters's basement.
Peter and you jumped back and looked at the tv, hearts racing. You started laughing suddenly as a many-toothed-monster took a comical bite out of Stacy.
“Are- are you seriously laughing? At that?” Peter said, starting to laugh as well, though the redness of his face remained. 
“I- yeah, sorry, it’s just- it looks so silly, doesn’t it?” you smiled as poor Stacy continued to scream.
Peter scrutinized the screen as a broad smile began to curl up his face, “Yeah, it looks like- like ketchup!” Peter snorted as he looked back at you.
“I’m glad we spent the day together,” you expressed awkwardly.
Peter paused for a moment. He opened and closed his mouth before speaking, “I am too.”
Once the movie was over, and you said your goodbyes to Magda and Lorna, Peter sped off with you to the school. The day was waning, and the warm sunlight cast golden rays over the school. You were glad to be home. Peter told you he had to talk with Scott and quickly sped off before you could ask him why. Now alone, you walked toward the garden to mull over the day's events. The flowers were creeping up from the ground, and with a gentle wave of your hand, a vibrant bloom of wildflowers stared back at you. Plucking a sizable daisy, you examined the lovely blossom. It reminded you of the days when you, alongside your friends, would pluck the petals asking if the latest school crush liked you back. You smiled at that thought and returned to examining the flower. It had an odd amount of petals; that means he loves me, sounded a voice within your head. 
At that very moment, it felt like your world changed. You wanted Peter to love you. A cascade of romantic images flooded your mind as you recoiled from the daisy, dropping it to the ground. Oh no, this isn’t good. Alone in Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters garden, you realized you loved Peter Maximoff.
“Hey, are you- woah, are you okay?”
A familiar voice called your name from somewhere in the garden. Snapping your dazed eyes open, you realized a wall of flowering vines wrapped itself around you and writhed closer together with every passing second. The voice called again, muffled by the thick green ropes that twisted around you. 
“Listen, we need to talk, but I can see you want to be alone,” the muffled voice said dejectedly. 
Panic struck your heart as the voice registered. It was Peter! Peter was here! Quickly, you raised your hands and took a breath. With a steady mind, you lowered your hands, attempting to drive the tangling mess of plants into the ground. The Vines were slow to move, and you worried Peter would leave before the chaos of flowers and greens would disappear. 
“Peter, wait!” You shouted in the direction you guessed he was in. You cursed the plant's reluctance to move and focused more of your energy on forcing them away. The plants began to shrink back more quickly, and you breathed a sigh of relief as Peter’s figure came into view.
He stood before you in his usual gear but without his typical air of confidence. He slumped forward, and his face with painted with a slight frown as he fidgeted with his hands. He met your gaze and smiled a little, but it did not seem to meet his eyes as you rose to meet him. 
“Listen, I know you’ve been avoiding me recently, but I don’t know why!” Peter started as though the words leapt off his tongue. 
“But you’re my best friend, and I want to be there for you, so whatever is up, you’ve just got to tell me!” He continued, and your heart twisted like the plants around you as his words circled your mind. 
Despite your best attempts to evade the speedster throughout the week, he wasn’t mad, only worried for you. Before you could properly think, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. You closed your eyes and babbled something about being sorry and how he didn’t deserve your treatment. 
“Hun, I know you wouldn’t just up and leave someone, even a loser like me.”
Opening your eyes and gazing at his face revealed his goofy smile, and you smiled back as you maintained your hold on Peter. I want to kiss that smiling face all the time! You thought as Peter looked at you. Your smile faded as you realized there was no going back. Peter was your best friend, but you couldn’t continue to hold onto such tangling feelings. Letting go of his sides, you pulled him down to the grass to sit opposite you. 
“Peter, I’ve been thinking,” you began slowly.
“You’re my best friend, and you’ve always been there for me, and I hope I can be there for you,” you breathed unsteadily as his eyes took in your face. 
“I just don’t think I can keep this inside anymore! You saw the plants, for goodness sake,” you laughed, hoping to relieve the tension that weighed down your figure. 
“Listen, I-” Peter started, but you quickly interrupted him.
“I understand if you don’t feel the same and if you don’t, we can forget about all of this, but I-” You began to shake as Peter’s expression became unreadable. 
“Well, I, I- I think you stole my heart.” You finished with a breath as the weight of the week lifted from you. 
Silence took over the garden as Peter stared at you. You didn’t dare move for fear that he would leave. Peter didn’t move for fear that he would wake up from such a wonderful dream. After what seemed to be an eternity of stillness, Peter leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours. 
You struggled to keep in a gasp as he quietly whispered for your consent. You swallowed, nodded, and met his lips in a chaste kiss. The world seemed to disappear as Peter reached an arm around you. His lips were soft, if not slightly chapped, and his arm held you loosely. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity and a second, all at once. It was soft and filled with a light that you had never felt. It was like flowers blooming. The feeling of bliss continued as he leaned away with a growing smile.
“It’s a habit of mine,” he sighed, “Besides, I always liked flowers.”
His grin became rather sly as he looked over your blushing face.
“So, how does a date sound? Maybe a bad horror movie at my place?”
“I’d like nothing more!” You laughed as Peter stood with you, leading you out of the garden, bright daisies blooming around where you had kissed, all with odd petals.
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Cold Little Heart
yennefer & ciri | G | hurt/comfort, mother daughter bonding
It had been a less than ideal wake up for either of them - their dreams had intertwined, a common enough phenomenon when student and teacher were as close as they were.
But when Yennefer blearily half-awoke to ground Ciri, the candle had been snuffed by a midsummer's breeze. Panic had set in and the chaos that still bound teacher and student had darkened and swirled until the air crackled and buzzed with a powerful charge.
The immense rush of power startled Ciri into consciousness, but left both of them panting and sweaty as they clutched at the purchase of a familiar body and an anchor to reality.
Ciri took the initiative to break the living nightmare, recent training in the Blue Mountains overriding fear to bolt her into action. She tore away Yennefer’s clinging fingers and scrambled out of the tangled sheets to light the candle.
She quickly returned to bed, whispering hushed comforts to the Enchantress whose eyes were still clouded by dark visions.
"Lady Yennefer, it was just a dream," her young ward whispers now, rubbing Yennefer's ice cold skin where it isn't entangled in the sheets. "I'm here with you. Do you feel my hands? Focus on my hands." 
The words are a replica of the very ones Ciri has heard countless times in comfort, the original speaker’s voice echoing in Yennefer's mind.
It's frustrating that the child is needing to comfort her at all, let alone the added warmth the Witcher's voice in the child's mind brings. Yennefer will berate herself further for her weakness - once she can unclench her fists and catch her breath.
Just as Yennefer feels she’s collecting herself, Ciri removes her hands and her warm presence. Hastily, she retrieves the hairbrush on the bedside table.
"What are you doing, duckling? It's the middle of the night." 
The sorceress speaks more harshly than she intends, like a wounded animal baring its teeth in an attempt to hide how ragged she feels.
Ciri hums, positions herself behind Yennefer once more without hesitation.
Incorrigible child. 
"It helps, like meditation." Deft fingers - meant to be a mage, not a witcher - unravel the plait of hair at Yennefer's back easily and without pain.
Starting from the ends, Ciri begins working the bristles of the hairbrush through the shining raven locks. There's a flame of indignation within Yennefer. She wants to snap at the girl that she doesn't need her comforts. But a softer part that the time at the Temple has revealed urges her to appease the connection. 
If not for her, but for the girl - she’s lost so many already, feels so alone. A task in the face of fear, to distract the normally latent tremors of terror that haunt Ciri after a nightmare. 
There’s many logical explanations to permit Yennefer this lapse in responsibly managing her own emotions. 
As Yennefer centers herself in the moment, tendrils of her magic cling to Ciri's thoughts. Nothing deep, just the surface images. She anticipates who must have shared this physical grounding exercise with her, but she's surprised with the presence that has joined them.
It isn't the White Wolf on the bed with them, but his shadow. Yennefer would know Eskel for everything he is of Geralt as much as everything he isn’t.
Ciri is thinking of his strong, steady brush strokes through her hair. The calm and grounding nature of the humble Witcher. The ever present underlying odor of the animals he tends diligently - not overpowering, but a reminder that Eskel does much in the service of others.
How upset he would be if only Eskel knew who was benefiting from his care now. 
The last time they’d crossed paths, he wouldn’t even meet her gaze, wouldn’t rise to Yennefer’s curses or insults she threw at his quickly retreating back. Where one went, the other followed - she’d lost them both when she lost Geralt.
“I’m … glad you had all of them, to comfort you,” Yennefer says quietly.
Intentionally, Ciri rests the back of her hand against the skin of Yennefer’s neck. She pauses her brushing. “You’re nothing like they think. It’s only, they care so much for Geralt, but if they only got to know you as well - “ 
They knew me, it wasn’t enough.
“Hush, child. You need not explain bias to me.” The Enchantress sighs, watching the flame of the candle flicker and dance. “Everyone deserves biased support, I won’t begrudge them their loyalty.”
“But … Lady Yennefer, who is your biased support?”
That question catches in Yennefer’s throat. 
It’s late, the dreams and roiling storm of energy were overwhelming, that’s why she’s sensitive -
“Ah, no matter,” Ciri continues in her Southern chatter, back to busying herself brushing Yennefer’s hair. “You have me for that now. And once I explain to them all what you’ve done for me and Geralt, they’ll come to their senses. I think you would like Eskel best, he isn’t as sulky as the others. Did I tell you about the time …”
The brush makes each pass effortlessly. Ciri continues to chatter, sharing her story of snowshoeing along traplines and spotting a rare white owl thanks to her “exceptional eyesight - Eskel really said so!” Cheerful, despite the hour, despite all she’s been through so recently. Comforting the exigent woman who keeps her from her beloved witchers and wild ways.
Yennefer inhales deeply, stifling a pathetic tear, purging the rest of the self-pity from her system.
Her duty is to Ciri, not the other way around. 
“To bed, child. Don’t think I’ll change our lesson start time just because you didn’t get enough rest.”
Ciri sets the brush down, but quips indignantly, “that’s what you said last time and then Mother Nenneke gave you an earful for our slovenly nature because you let us sleep in.”
Yennefer doesn’t deign to respond to that.
Instead she settles back into the pillows and lets Ciri brazenly disrespect her otherwise impervious rule on personal space, wrapping her arms around the sorceress with the weight of her Wolves. 
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The Doors are Now Closing
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Kuroo Tetsuro x Fem!Reader
TW/CW: none
WC: 973
Genre: fluff
Just me trying to shake off my rust 🥲 I haven’t properly written in so long. Will probably edit at a later time. I was inspired by this TanaKiyo moment and just had to write something.
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“I’m so happy you’ve decided to join us!” The pretty girl, whose name you’ve forgotten already, smiles at you as she clasps your hands in hers.
“Yeah, no problem!” You bashfully reply to her reaction.
“We have a practice match in a few days, why don’t you stop by then?”
“Okay, sounds good.” The pretty girl then gives you all the needed information which you quickly jot down in your notebook. For the next few days you feel the nervous-excitement that “Karasuno VS Nekoma practice match” gives you every time you look into your notes. Your old club just wasn’t the same. You joined the club because you were passionate about it, but lately the people in there have not been the best and ultimately killing your want and passion for going to club. You had been back and forth about switching clubs, and lo and behold the day you decide to leave your club, an offer to join a new club drops right into your lap. Definitely not one you thought you would ever join, Karasuno Boys Volleyball. The next morning the pretty girl finds you by your shoe locker, “Hey, (Y/N)! Just wanted to see if you’re still coming later today?”
You nod, “Yeah, I just have to go tell my club that I’m leaving and then head over to the gym.”
She gives you a soft smile, “Perfect! See you then!” and little did you know that your interaction with the third year boys volleyball manager was being watched by a couple of second-years.
But leave it up to your crummy luck, that the one day you expect your club to have nothing going on, there is utter chaos. While you’re settling things in your club, the Karasuno and Nekoma practice matches ensue. The whole time Kiyoko is keeping an eye out for you, her eyes fleeting to the gym doors just waiting for you to come through. Unfortunately that doesn't happen until Nekoma has already left and it’s just a few Karasuno members in the gym cleaning up.
“Sorry I’m late!” you rush into the gym, immediately going toward Kiyoko.
“Is everything okay?” Kiyoko says as she also makes her way to you.
“My club had some things come up and it took longer than I expected. I am so sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m glad you’re here. Can I introduce you to the team?”
You nod and smile, “Sure.”
“Excuse me everyone,” Kiyoko speaks up and everyone goes silent. Your eyes widen at her power over these boys, she gestures toward you, “This is (Y/L/N) (Y/N), she will be joining us as a new manager.” You heard excited shouts come from all over the gym, some even come closer to you, but Kiyoko stops them from getting too close.
“How about you come back tomorrow and I can give you a better explanation about what to expect.”
“Sounds perfect.” You smile.
You leave school and make your way to the station. As you walk you think about your new club and how excited you are about a fresh new start in a new club with new people. But it’s when you look at the time on your phone that you realize you’re going to miss the train home if you don’t hurry. You immediately start to run the rest of the way to the station, ignoring all of the stares you get. Just as you approach your train home, you hear the message of The doors are now closing. Not wanting to miss the last available transportation home you jump into the train cart, narrowly missing it, and the doors close behind you.
As you get on the train you make eye contact with a guy you’ve never seen before. His black, spiky hair and his golden eyes immediately catch your attention. You look at his uniform and can’t figure out which school he goes to, but you know it’s not Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, or Date Tech. It’s not until you hear the voice over come back on announcing your stop that you and him had been staring at each other the whole time.
A blush comes over your cheeks as you exit the train. And as you exit, the guy is kicking himself for being so awkward and not having the courage to talk to you. There were only a handful of things he could tell about you. One, you went to Karasuno; Two, you were into anime by one of the keychains that adorned your school bag; and three, you were unbelievably beautiful.
You think about the raven haired guy every so often, and you look into schools within Miyagi that have red uniforms, but none that looked like the mysterious cute guy on the train.
It’s not until talk about the summer training camp that you hear about Nekoma again. You don’t think much about it, and help Kiyoko, and Yachi prepare for the camp. As you step off the bus behind Yachi, you hear Daichi talking to someone, and you see it’s the guy you haven’t been able to stop thinking about. He notices you too. He has to pause talking, but quickly recovers and resumes talking to Daichi. He leads the team toward the gym, letting everyone through the door, and you're the last one in line. Just before you can reach the door, he lets it go, allowing it to close.
“The name’s Kuroo Tetsuro by the way.” His face is slightly flushed, but it couldn’t be from the sun considering the two of you were standing in the shade.
“My name’s (Y/L/N) (Y/N).” You reply and try to stop yourself from blushing, but ultimately failing.
“It’s nice to officially meet you.” Giving you his iconic grin that you find yourself already falling in love with.
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Wolf-pup Ch. 6
Chapter Summary:
It's Dogma's first mission with the Wolfpack, but things don't quite go as planned. Meanwhile, Wolffe starts to learn more about the Wolfpack's newest member. Double-length chapter because I have zero restraint!
Ch. 6: Landfall
“You know, I still can’t believe Comet outranks us. It was just the other day that he was a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed shiny.” Boost commented over late-meal, looking nostalgic.
Rolling his eyes, Comet replied. “I’ll show you bushy-tailed— Besides, if you really cared, you would’ve completed the extra training modules and gotten your own Corporal rank.” He ended with a smug grin.
“Come on, I practically wrote the training module, with all the experience I’ve had!” Boost exclaimed, earning an exasperated chuckle from Sinker, who was also outranked by Comet, but perfectly happy to avoid the flimsiwork that came with a higher rank.
“Yeah, we get it. You’re old.” Comet teased.
Turning to Dogma, Boost pleaded, “Pup! You think I’d make a good corporal, right vod’ika? Maybe even better than Comet here?” Boost’s smile was audible in his voice, and even Comet couldn’t keep the false-offended look on his face; they’d had this same argument before.
“Well, uh—“ Dogma choked on his food a little, trapped between a rock and a hard place. “My old commanding officer used to say that experience outranks everything…” he paused as Boost crowed in victory. “But— uh, Comet has more experience… with being a Corporal, so…” He trailed off with a small smile, watching the chaos ensue. Now it was Comet’s turn to gloat while Boost grumbled in defeat.
Meanwhile, from the end of the table, Wolffe observed the exchange with an analytical look in his eye. He’d heard that phrase before— said it, even— to a skinny, blond-haired cadet who acted quite a bit like Pup sometimes. At least, when he forgot about that careful distance he’d cultivated between himself and others. That desperate drive to achieve, to be perfectly in line with the rules, or else— it’d taken Rex a while to kick that mentality, but he was a better Captain for it…
They still had more questions than answers, when it came to Pup’s background. But personally, Wolffe was more invested in who the kid would become than who he used to be. If not for the nightmares and obvious trauma, he’d leave it be, but wounds like that were prone to fester if left untouched. Thankfully, Wolffe knew how to be patient, and he’d wait as long as he needed to if it meant gaining the kid’s trust.
“Ready for dust-off in 3-2-1!” Warthog called through the comms as the gunship lifted off, piloting skillfully out of the hangar. 
It was Dogma’s first real rescue mission with the 104th; they’d had a few supply runs since he joined, but nothing huge. It was also his first time doing a mission with the Wolfpack, and he checked and rechecked his gear to calm his pre-battle jitters. He’d been given a spare set of thermal gear– apparently this planet was a cold one— and he wished he was more familiar with the modified HUD setup.
“Nervous, Pup?” Comet asked, giving an encouraging smile.
“A little…” Dogma admitted with a shrug. It wasn’t like the 501st, where an entire legion of troopers worked together on a large objective. Rescue missions involved a small, highly skilled, well-coordinated team. And Dogma felt good about his performance in their training drills, but…
“Hey, what’s the first rule of rescue?” Comet nudged him, distracting Dogma from his thoughts.
“Don’t let yourself become a victim.” Dogma recited verbatim.
“See, you got this! Just stick with us and you’ll do great, vod!” Comet grinned before turning to Patch, who was clutching the hand-grips with both hands, making Dogma nostalgic for Tup when he noticed. “How are you doing, Patch?”
“So far, so good, kid. I’m just glad–” He swore as the ship rocked slightly before regaining his composure. “-- glad it’s a short flight; Kriff!” Patch would never be a fan of flying, but he’d already made a lot of progress with his aviophobia since rejoining the 104th after his hiatus.
Comet chuckled sympathetically, patting the medic on the back. “I get that. Personally, I wish this flight could be a little longer, but the enemy’s air support means we’re better off going on-foot.” He shivered in anticipation of the icy cold. “Why can’t we have a mission on a nice, tropical planet for once?”
“Spend a year on Coruscant like I did, and maybe you’ll appreciate the fresh air more. I’m just happy to stretch my legs somewhere other than The Protector.” Patch said, letting out a sigh of relief as the gunship came to a smooth landing. 
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They’d been walking for long enough that Dogma’s feet were starting to get cold even inside his snow gear, before they saw the first signs of enemy contact. A battle-droid, half-buried in snow and thankfully deactivated, but it made Dogma wish for better cover than the sparse trees dotting the horizon. 
The planet was admittedly beautiful, unlike any Dogma had ever seen. Snow-covered cliffs and mountains, even a few white herbivorous creatures. They’d been warned about large predators, but thankfully most of those were nocturnal.
“Boost, see if you can get any data from this droid. The sooner we can find our objective, the better.” Wolffe ordered.
Some senator’s aid had gotten caught on the wrong side of Separatist lines, so the Wolfpack had been assigned to find the wreckage of their ship and check for survivors. For once, the odds were pretty good, since their transponder was still working, but that only put them within a three kilometer radius, so they had a lot of searching left to do.
“Yessir,” Boost responded, pulling out his datapad and getting to work. “Should be able to boost the signal in just a tic.” He glanced up at them with an amused tilt to his helmet. “Get it, Boost?” 
Sinker groaned, slapping his arm, which earned a chuckle from Fixer, even as he kept a weather eye on their surroundings.
“Focus. Remember, the snow deposits on these mountains are unstable. Don’t want to cause an avalanche.” Wolffe cautioned, earning a nod and a grimace from Patch and Fixer. They’d seen what an avalanche could do before, and Patch, for one, had no desire for a repeat experience.
Thankfully, they only had to wait another minute or so before Boost let out a noise of success. “Got it. The droid’s memory banks had a note about some debris on the other side of that ridge, about four clicks south. They had it marked as non-essential, though, so the senator’s aide should still be safe.”
“Good, let’s head out.” Wolffe nodded, letting Boost take the lead as they continued up the side of the mountain. 
Making their way across the terrain, the Wolfpack made surprisingly good time despite the snow pulling at their legs. Another gust of wind blew small flurries of snow around them, and Dogma smiled a little under his helmet. It was almost… peaceful up here, away from the noise and chaos of shipboard life. 
Taking in the scenery, Dogma almost missed a glint of durasteel peeking around the next crevice. 
“Droids!” He alerted the others– they weren’t in a good spot, not for this. The edge of the cliff they’d been walking along was much closer than he’d like, limiting their maneuverability, and they were still far from reaching the top of the ridge. 
Barely managing to duck behind the nearby rocks, the Wolfpack returned fire. Dogma gunned down two droids from his position, a little closer to the ledge than he’d like, and the others managed to snag a few more before they finally adapted and took cover. 
Trading blaster fire back and forth, neither side seemed to make progress— at least, until a metallic sphere careened through the air, landing between Wolffe and Dogma.
“Grenade!!!” The Commander yelled, not even pausing as he swept the grenade off the side of the ledge moments before it went off. Dogma staggered as the concussive blast rang around him, but Wolffe was quick to pull him away from the ledge. 
Taking advantage of the droids’ distraction, the rest of the Wolfpack surged forward, running around the next overhang and taking down the last few clankers. 
At first, Dogma thought the rumbling he heard was from the beating of his heart, but it kept getting louder, and just as he looked up, he heard Commander Wolffe shout, “Avalanche!!!” before the world turned white.
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The first thing Wolffe became aware of was a sharp pain on the back of his head. Next, the disconcerting loss of half his visual field, while the rest was a blurry, disorienting white.
“ –olffe! Commander! Can you hear me?” Pup , his brain offered. The kid was half-obscured by the cloud of snow around them, and he tried to piece together what had happened. 
Right. The cliff. The avalanche.
Wolffe groaned in pain. That definitely felt like a concussion— he’d had enough to know. And it looked like it had shaken something loose in his prosthetic eye, which was less common but still easily fixable… back on The Protector. Until then, he’d just have to—
“Commander Wolffe!” Pup asked again, and Wolffe jerked upward a little, realizing he’d spaced out. 
“M’awake, kid. You okay?” He asked.
“Yessir. Just bruises, and some of my kit is gone. I can try to find it, but—“
He shook his head, fighting against a wave of nausea as he tried to sit up. “S probably buried in the snow. W-We should—“ He broke off with a groan as the world spun.
“Commander!” Pup’s voice was sharp with worry. “You should stay down, sir. Visibility’s still pretty bad, with the avalanche, but we’re not in immediate danger. I’m going to see if I can comm Patch. Do you still have your communicator?” He asked, gesturing to his own bare forearm; his gauntlet was likely covered in snow.
Wolffe grunted an affirmative, taking deep, slow breaths. It wasn’t the worst concussion he’d ever had, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed them.
Now that he was listening for it, he could hear his comlink beeping as Pup borrowed it. “Wolffe! Pup! Please respond! Are you alright down there!” 
“We’re here, Comet. Is Patch there? Wolffe’s got a head injury, and I don’t know how bad it is…”
Wolffe admittedly spaced out for most of the conversation, but Patch talked Pup through an exam, although it got interesting when they couldn’t compare his pupils for dilation because… well. It also helped that he’d managed to keep a hold on the spare med-scanner in his kit, although the pack containing an emergency blanket and some extra rations was now buried in ten feet of snow. 
Once it was determined that neither of them were bleeding internally, Pup helped Wolffe into an unsteady standing position. Leaning heavily on him for support, the two managed to make their way to a nearby alcove that led to a, thankfully empty, cave.
“We’ll try and circle back to you as soon as we can, sir, but there’s not a safe way down from here. Maybe with our grappling hooks, but I wouldn’t trust this terrain after what just happened.” Comet sounded torn but resolute, knowing what had to happen. If the General was with them, he could use the force to reach them safely, but he’d landed closer to the objective than they had.
So Wolffe pulled himself up mentally and hoped he didn’t stumble over his words. “We’ll be alright, Comet. You’ve got point until you rendezvous with the General. Pup’s got my six.” He said, giving Pup a small nod.
“Copy that, Commander. K’oyacyi. We’ll see you soon.” Comet said, and then they were left in silence, aside from the whistling of the wind.
Wolffe groaned, finally allowing himself to lean against the wall for support, closing his eyes for just a moment.
“S-Sir, do you mean that?” Pup asked uncertainly, interrupting Wolffe’s rest.
Concussed and only half-conscious, Wolffe opened a bleary eye to give Pup what little encouragement he could. “ ‘f course. I trust you, vod’ika… —you’ve got this.” 
With his prosthetic eye out of commission, he knew his depth perception was shot, even without the concussion, but he’d seen the kid’s range scores. And even though it put him on edge to be injured and vulnerable in enemy territory, he trusted Pup to watch his six. 
Reaching out with an unsteady hand, he gave Pup’s arm a squeeze, even as the kid shot him a bewildered look. “B-But I– you can’t just trust–!”
Pup swallowed, taking a breath, and Wolffe mourned the fact that Pup was so surprised, so thrown off by a brother’s trust. “I-I haven’t… you don’t even know my name…” 
Wolffe shook his head– at least until it throbbed in pain, and he winced, slurring his words a little. “Don’t need to… ‘s the job of a C’mmander to know his men… know what they’re capable of... You can do this, Pup.” 
Pup’s eyes widened, something unreadable in his expression before he set his shoulders with resolve. He hesitated for a long moment before finally speaking again.
“It’s Dogma.”
It took Wolffe’s tired brain a while to catch up. “What?”
“M-My name… it’s Dogma.” Wolffe couldn’t tell if the kid was shaking from cold or from nerves, but the spark in his eyes was almost challenging in nature. 
There you are, kid ’ He thought to himself, proud. If Wolffe were any less coherent, he might be in tears at Pup’s— at Dogma’s trust.
But instead, he gripped Dogma’s arm tightly and gave him a nod of acknowledgment. “Good t’ meet you, Dogma.”
Dogma let out a small huff, giving him the smallest of smiles before his shoulders shook with what was undoubtedly a shiver.
Wolffe squinted up at him, confused. “Cold? …Should-Shouldn’t be cold, kid…” 
Their snow gear was rated for sub-zero temps, with their built-in heating systems. Wolffe himself felt almost comfortable, despite taking off his helmet to bandage his head wound.
“It’s fine, sir.” Dogma tried to reassure him, tensing to avoid shivering again.
Commander Wolffe gave him a look , which had him caving in record time. “It’s just… the temp controls on my gear took a hit when we fell off the cliff. Didn’t notice until just before you woke up.”
Wolffe winced, hissing between his teeth. “ ‘s not good…”
“I-I’ll be alright, sir. We’ve got another hour, at most before the others can come looking for us. I-I’m fine.” Dogma tried again to reassure him… and as much as Wolffe hated to admit it, he was right. 
They’d already taken shelter, and outside of an emergency evac, which would risk more lives than it’d save, there really wasn’t much more to do but wait. Although… 
“C’mere, Dogma.” He said, gesturing clumsily for Dogma to sit next to him. He might be as good as deadweight right now, but he could at least help keep the kid warm until help came. 
Wrapping an arm around Dogma’s middle (still leaving his shooting arm free), Wolffe could feel himself starting to fade again. He tried to fight it, but Dogma noticed him struggling. “It’s okay, Commander. I’ve got the watch.” 
Blearily, Wolffe nodded, settling against Dogma’s side, trusting him to have his back as the world began to dim. ___________________________
Dogma sighed to himself, trying to ignore the way his teeth were chattering. At least the Commander offered a little additional warmth, and it helped that they were out of the wind, but he hoped the others would be there soon.
It had been nearly an hour since Commander Wolffe had passed out again, and as much as he enjoyed the scenery, he couldn’t wait to be somewhere safe and warm. Even now, he had to fight back a wave of exhaustion— the growing darkness certainly didn’t help matters— but he forced his eyes to stay open, keeping watch on their surroundings. The Commander was counting on him.
That, and… Patch would probably kill him if he fell asleep with what was very likely turning into hypothermia. Dogma was no medic, but even he knew that that was a bad idea. 
Dogma flinched, pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of falling rocks outside. He untangled himself from Wolffe, hoping it was the others. 
Halfway out of the opening of the cave, Dogma ducked behind cover once again when, instead of the Pack, he saw gleaming eyes, sharp tusks, and plated armor. 
He could only hope he hadn’t been spotted, but as the creature scented the air, Dogma knew that wish was too good to be true. Sinker had warned him this planet had some pretty nasty predators.
As the creature turned to face the cave entrance with a growl, Dogma squared his shoulders, taking a few shots at its torso before leaping out of the way when it charged.
He stood up frantically, shooting again, but its armored plating didn’t even burn, and stun bolts only seemed to make it angry. 
Desperately, he skirted it again, hoping to keep it from noticing Wolffe, still unconscious in the alcove behind him.
Even while he managed to dodge it, he could feel himself struggling, so when he heard a snap-hiss behind him, he was sure it was the end, except—
“Get behind me, trooper!” General Plo called, rushing to his defense.
Dogma had never been so happy to see a lightsaber in his life.
The predator growled sharply, wary of the new threat, but then the General held out his hand, almost looking like his eyes were closed under his mask. And finally, the creature started to slowly back away, disappearing into the darkness.
Dogma let out the breath he’d been holding, shuddering in relief as well as cold. “G-Good to see you, sir.” 
It looked like the General had run ahead of the others, but if luck had it, they shouldn’t be too far behind. General Plo had pretty good timing.
So relieved that the threat was gone, Dogma didn’t realize he was spacing out until something warm was draped around his shoulders. He flinched slightly before curling into it almost desperately, his increasingly foggy brain recognizing it as the General’s cloak. “T-thank you, sir.”
Now that the threat was gone, his shivering returned stronger than ever as he led the General back towards the cave where Wolffe was still resting.
“You are most welcome. Rest now. I will alert you when the others arrive.” General Plo rumbled quietly, and Dogma felt a peaceful warmth envelop him as he finally allowed himself to drift off.
They were safe.
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Sneezing harshly, Dogma sighed in exhaustion before laying back down with a groan. 
After his and Wolffe’s rescue, Dogma’s mild hypothermia had morphed into a pretty decent cold. Clones had strong enough immune systems to kick most bugs, but the hypothermia combined with his admittedly poor sleeping and eating habits had apparently been just enough to tip the scales. Wolffe was still in medbay, but he’d be released to join Dogma in the barracks in a couple hours.
Patch had been less than happy, once they’d been carted off to medbay and he’d finally gotten a baseline scan of Dogma. Something told Dogma he’d be in for a lot of meal-bars and supplements in the future. 
But for now, his biggest issue was trying to stay warm. He shivered against the ever-present chill, wrapping his blanket more tightly around him, trying to feel a little less miserable. 
“You doing okay there, Pup?” Comet asked, concerned. The other trooper had insisted on swapping bunks once he’d had been released from medbay so they could keep a better eye on him, and Dogma had been too tired to refuse. 
“Yeah, j-just cold.” Nearly 24 hours later, he still couldn’t shake the chills. Patch had said he actually had a low-grade fever now, but Dogma was reluctant to believe him. Another round of coughs shook his frame, disturbing his small mound of blankets, and he groaned in misery.
Comet shook his head fondly before helping him rearrange the blankets once more. Dogma fidgeted, feeling awkward but also oddly reassured by the rest of the Wolfpack’s coddling.
“I swear, Pup, you’ve got the worst luck of any vod I know.”
Taking a slow breath, Dogma battled against the nerves in his chest before coming to a decision. “Dogma.” He corrected quietly.
Comet looked up in surprise, the grin on his face growing by the second as he realized exactly what Dogma was saying. “Yeah?”
A small smile made its way to Dogma’s face and he nodded. “Yeah.”
Suddenly, Dogma found himself being near-tackle-hugged with enthusiasm with Comet rambling excitedly about how proud he was, and how good of a name it was, and—
“What have we here?” Boost questioned curiously as he entered the room, along with Sinker and Patch.
Glancing back at Dogma for permission first, getting a nod, Comet responded smugly, “Well, Dogma here was just telling me about—“
“You got your name, Pup?” Sinker’s grin threatened to split his face. Dogma nodded, eyes widening in surprise as Sinker leapt to join the growing pile on Comet-now-Dogma’s bunk. He gave Dogma an enthusiastic slap on the back, earning a couple coughs.
“Eh, sorry kid.” He grinned sheepishly, before wrapping him in a hug. “I’m just so happy for you, vod’ika!”
“Wait—“ Booster said from his perch nearby. “Does this mean we’ve been calling a vod named Dog -ma— Pup , this whole time?! And you didn’t even tell us?” 
Dogma shrugged sheepishly before nodding, then speaking hesitantly. “… Pup’s still okay, if you want. It’s… nice.”
Shaking his head in faux seriousness, Boost joined in the excitement, bringing one hand up to knuckle Dogma’s head. “Nope! I’m calling you by your name so many times you get sick of it, kid!” And then proceeded to do just that, repeating his name proudly for all to hear.
Dogma laughed, a real, heartfelt laugh— at least until it was ruined by another cough, summoning Patch. The medic had been patiently waiting his turn and sat next to Dogma once Boost and Sinker moved to make room for him. “Dogma, huh? Suits you, kid.” He stated warmly.
Dogma nodded, a small smile still on his face as Patch squeezed his shoulder, looking proud. Finally, Patch sighed, getting out his scanner. He had come here for a reason, after all.
“Not to ruin the moment, but I’d like to get another scan on you, Dogma, if that’s okay.” He smiled, happy to be trusted with the kid’s name. 
Nodding reluctantly, Dogma fidgeted slightly as the scanner did its job. He sniffled, feeling his symptoms a little more now that the distraction was gone. 
“Hmm… still got a bit of a fever, but that’s to be expected. How’s your headache?”
“It’s better than it was.” Dogma responded hoarsely before covering another round of coughs. 
Patch pursed his lips, getting out an old-fashioned stethoscope. “Can you take a couple deep breaths for me, kid? I don’t like the sound of that cough.” 
Dogma nodded tiredly, breathing as directed, although his breath caught again on the last one, prompting another small cough.
“Should be alright, but we’ll have to keep an eye on it, yeah?” Patch finally said, reaching into his pack for a few hypos.
“Y-yeah.” Dogma stuttered, a bleary look in his eye before he inhaled sharply, letting out an exhausted-sounding sneeze. This cold was really starting to take it out on him.
“K’oyacyi, kid.” Patch blessed him, giving him a pat on the back. “You should try and get some more rest, Dogma.”
Dogma nodded again, muffling a yawn. He raised an eyebrow when, rather than getting up, Comet hooked an arm around his shoulder, getting comfortable. Comet simply smirked, tucking him in, and Dogma was too tired to argue. Grateful to finally be warm, it wasn’t long before he slipped into a peaceful sleep.
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Time is a social construct pt. 24
Mandalorian Time Travel AU
Summary: Din is trying his best, ok? But between trying to find a teacher for his magic kid and learning there were other Mandalorians who follow a different creed, Din is very confused and lost. So when he ends up on a plant that his HUD says is Manda’yaim and encounters two teens on the run from a group of dar’mandas called Death Watch, Din figures he may as well help them. He never meant to adopt them. Or become Mand’alor.
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            Din froze. He wasn’t proud to admit it, but in all fairness, he was never trained to deal with terrorist situations. So freezing was a valid reaction.
            Fortunately, Obi-wan reacted better than Din. The Jetii grabbed Din’s arm and pulled him along. Din followed, mind still reeling. Shoots at them finally broke Din’s stupor- getting shot at was a situation he could deal with. Din activated his jetpack and flew into the Kry’tsad soldier. They grappled in the air until Din could stab his vibroblade into their unprotected side. They fell, and Din flew back to Obi-wan. The Padawan was running, yelling into his comm, and blocking blaster shots at him with his lightsaber. Din landed and helped fight off the Kyr’tsad.
            “They’re storming the palace,” Obi-wan yelled. “Master Dooku is defending it with the Haat Mando’ade. Masters Jinn and Yoda are going after the Sith.”
            “Satine?” Din asked as he sent his whistling birds into three Kry’tsad that were heading towards a New Mandalorian family cowering in an alleyway. They fell, and Din yelled, “Get inside!” to the family.
            “Can’t get ahold of them,” Obi-wan said as he jumped up, landing on the back of a Kry’tsad that flew above them. He stabbed into their back, jumped back down, and finished, “But I can still feel Grogu in the Force, so I think they’re alive.”
            Din grunted in response, feeling the relief that mixed with his worry. The two of them worked through the streets, fighting Kyr’tsad. They reached a crossroads, and Obi-wan's head snapped to the left.
            “Master Jinn is over there,” he said. The problem was that the palace was to the right.
            “Go,” Din ordered. “I’ll go to the palace.” Obi-wan hesitated. “Go!”
            “K’oyacyi,” Obi-wan demanded gravely.
            “Ib’tuur jatne tuur ash’ad kyr’amur,” Din responded before running away from his ad. All his instincts demanded that he stay with Obi-wan, protect him, and find his other ade. But Din knew that he would be the most help fighting the Kyr’tsad. Despite not dying earlier, Din wasn’t the best choice to fight a Sith, even a gangly teen one. The sooner Din could end the fighting, the sooner his ade would be safe.
            Din hitched a ride with a group of Haat Mando’ade riding speeders to the palace. Just before they entered the chaos, Din received a ping on his comm.
            Safe , the message from Jango read. I’m going to the palace .
            See you there , Din sent back. Din followed the other Mandalorians of his group that weren’t driving and jumped off the back of the speeders. Din didn’t make it far. He was slammed to the side by someone, and they grappled as they fell to the ground rapidly. Din turned them in the air so a Mandalorian in red and brown armor could shoot the soldier off Din. Din returned the favor and shot the soldier coming up from behind the other Mando.
            Din fell into the familiar movements of battle as he moved toward the center of the palace. The halls were wrecked- tapestries cut and ancient vases smashed. Din forced himself to ignore the bodies- Kyr’tsad, Haat Mando’ade, and New Mandalorians littered the halls. Din thought there was some sort of poetic irony in it- three groups of people, all claiming Mandalorians, all with different views, joined together in death. Death- the only impartial force in the galaxy as far as Din was concerned. Din was glad that his helmet blocked most of the smell. He was certain the hallways were steeped in the scent of blood and viscera.
            Din recognized some of the beskar’game, the Wren and Skirata clans, and some of the faces. In a doorway, slumped over with a knife in her slack fingers, Din saw Ashon, the first of Satine’s advisors who asked Din for advice. The girl who cared fiercely about education. The girl who’d shyly shown up to a meeting yesterday with a pink vambrace. She was dead. And judging by the dead Kry’tsad at her feet, knife wound in their side, she’d broken her vow of pacifism. Din paused; no one was alive in the hallway, so he took a moment to close the girl’s eyes.
            “Nu kyr’adyc, shi taab’echaaj’la.”
            Din was decidedly more aggressive from there on. Verde moved out of his way as he tore his way through the halls. He made a pitstop in his room to grab his spear. It would be much more effective than his vibroblade against any dar’jetii. At one point, in an empty hallway, Din was jumped by two Kry’tsad. One of them was shot by an ally he couldn’t see. When din killed the other one, Din turned to see little Ursa standing in a doorway with a blaster in her hands. The girl looked grim, and Din saw behind her. There, huddled in a corner, were the kids of the various dignities and advisors. The Haat Mando’ade children had various weapons in their grips, standing between the New Mandalorians and the door.
            “Vor’e,” Din thanked. “Are you all ok?”
            “Yes,” Ursa said with a nod. “My mother is in the throne room. That’s where Death Watch is congregating. The Jedi is with her.” Din nodded, but before he would continue, Ursa threw something at him. “Bacta,” she said and nodded at Din’s injured thigh. With the adrenaline of the fight, Din had forgotten all about his burn from the dar’jetii’s lightsaber. Din nodded his thanks and sprayed the cool bacta on his wound. It stung, but Din could also feel the relief of the wound being healed. Din went to give the bacta back, but Ursa insisted he keep it.
            Din finally continued towards the throne room. As he got closer, more bodies had saber marks and holes. He could hear the faint hum of a lightsaber.
            “Din!” someone shouted. Din turned and saw Jango grappling with a Kry’tsad. He stabbed them and pushed them to the side. Din clasped Jango’s shoulder. “I left them with a Haat Mando’ade family, holed up in a safe spot.”
            “Good job.” Din nodded towards the hall the throne room was down. “Shall we?”
            Jango nodded, and they ran down the hall. The ornate doors to the throne room were thrown open, and one was hanging half off its hinges. Blaster fire had erupted in the small room. The elaborate windows were busted open, with Kry’stad clustered around their remains. There were maybe 30 Kry’tsad standing between Din and the Haat Mandoade fighting back on the other side of the room. New Mandalorian guards were using their shields to shield the Haat Mando’ade so they could shoot back at Kry’tsad. Din could see Ursa and Dooku still up, standing back to back as they defended the throne.
            “Where’s Vizsla? Jango asked as he scanned the crowd. No one had noticed them yet. Kry’tsad looked all the same to Din, but apparently, Jango could pick Vizsla out of a crowd.
            Their luck didn’t last, and soon they were ducking behind fallen pedestals as they fought back. Din and Jango weren’t in the throne room, so they didn’t see the new figure fly through the broken windows. At least they didn’t until they shouted, “Fett! Come out here and face me like a man!”
            Jango hissed, and the blaster fired stopped. An uneasy silence fell as Jango slowly stood up. Din followed and saw the newcomer. They were nearly indistinguishable, except for their black cape. And, you know, the pitch-black lightsaber they had pointed at Jango in a challenge. The Darksaber, wielded by Pre Vizsla, is Din had to guess. The dar’manda leader of Death Watch, the son of the man who killed Jango’s buir, and Paz Viszla’s relative. The man was laughably small compared to Paz; Din didn’t think laughing was appropriate for this situation.
            “Vizsla,” Jango hissed. “Finally decided to give up?”
            Vizsla laughed an ugly noise. And removed his helmet with his free hand. There was a sneer on his face. “I am here to once and for all prove Clan Vizsla’s claim to Mand’alor. Just as my father killed yours, I will kill you!”
            Jango snarled but didn’t throw himself into the fight. Something was holding him back. There was something in the air Din couldn’t name. A crackling power, like the air before a lightning strike. It spoke to sudden change. This was the moment everything could change.
            This is why I’m here . The realization came to Din abruptly. Din had no idea how he knew it, but it settled with a sense of certainty deep in his soul. This is why I’m here; this is how I can change the future for the better .
            Without thinking about it further- ignoring the screaming doubt in the back of his mind- Din stepped forward. Attention snapped to him, and Vizsla’s eyes narrowed at him.
            “You? The ver’gebuir of the so-called Duchess Satine?” Vizsla laughed again. Again, not really the situation for it. The man continued, still yelling, “You are a nameless, clanless, nobody. Do you think you could beat me, Pre Vizsla? That you have any right to Mand’alor?”
            Din didn’t respond immediately. He unstrapped his spear as he stared down Vizsla. The man began to look uncomfortable as the silence stretched on. Finally, Din said, not shouting like Vizsla was, “More than you. Dar’manda.”
            Vizsla snarled. Before the man could lunge, Countess Wren stepped forward. “If you fight for the throne, it shall be done properly, so there is no more confusion about who is the true Mand’alor.”
            “Fine,” Vizsla spat after none of his soldiers disagreed. Countess Wren nodded sharply. In a swift movement, the Mandalorians in the room stepped back. They formed a ring around Vizsla, leaving an opening for Din to walk through. Din could make out Silas gesturing for Dooku to leave. This wasn’t an event for Jetii.
            Jango grabbed Din’s elbow. “Are you sure about this?”
            “An hour ago, you were trying to convince people I’d be a good Mand’alor,” Din reminded him. “You don’t want to, and I don’t think anyone else here will step up.”
            Din couldn’t see Jango’s face or read what was running through the man’s mind. But Jango loosened his grip and let Din step forward. Jango raised his voice so the rest of the room could hear him, “I will gladly fight beside you when you are Mand’alor.”
            With that settled, the Haat Mando’ade in the room turned to Din in support. With the man they considered the rightful Mand’alor stating his support for Din, they would pledge loyalty to him. Din
            “ Who claims the right to Mand’alor?” Countess Wren asked.”
            “I am Pre Vizsla, House Vizsla, Clan Vizsla, ” Vizsla said, looking proud at his name. “Wielder of the Darksaber .”
            “And who challenges him?”
            This was it. Din could back out, claim a moment of temporary insanity, and give his spear to Jango to let the man fight. Din could remain Satine’s bodyguard and live his life trying to subtly change the future while raising his kids. He didn’t have to do this.
            Din stepped forward and into the circle. Jango followed him and closed the circle. Din clanged his spear against the ground.
            “I am Din Djarin. And I challenge Pre Vizsla for the Darksaber and title of Mand’alor.”
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Mando'a translations: K’oyacyi: Stay alive Ib’tuur jatne tuur ash’ad kyr’amur: Today is a good day for someone else to die
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How Sonic Learns to Accept Hugs
In the second Sonic film, Sonic Wachowski goes through a lot.  Something I haven’t seen too many people talking about is his changing attitude towards being hugged.  There are three key moments in this journey.  
Stage One: Outright Refusal
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Before leaving for Hawaii, Tom kneels down and opens his arms for a hug, saying, “Bring it in!”  
Sonic’s response is, “Tom, I’m about to be Hedgehog of the House for the first time.  I think I’m a little mature to hug you goodbye.”  
Maddie suggests a power bump instead, and Sonic agrees.  
This moment comes right after the rowboat scene, when Tom told Sonic he needed to work on being a little more responsible.  It’s possible that leaving Sonic home alone was part of that training.  
It’s also possible that Sonic misunderstood Tom’s guidance.  He might have interpreted “being responsible” as “being mature”, and “being mature” as “not hugging your dad Donut Lord”.  
Sonic is fine with power bumps and high fives at this point in the film, but not hugs.  
Stage Two: Starting to Understand
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After the dance battle in Siberia, Sonic and Tails are talking, and Sonic casually refers to Tails as “pal”.  Tails asks Sonic if he really is his pal, and Sonic says, “Of course, buddy.”  Tails makes a small gasp and then launches himself into a hug.  
Sonic goes, “Whoa-ho-ho!” and picks Tails up to move him away.  “Going in hot!”  
Tails whimpers and says, “Growing up, I didn’t have any friends.”  He then shares the stuff he went through, and how Sonic inspired him.  At the end, Sonic says he’s glad Tails is here.  
I wonder if Sonic is starting to change his attitude towards showing affection.  I think he’s noticing that Tails has had a rough time of it and could use some friendliness in his life.  This could be when he starts to think that hugs aren’t so bad.  
After their conversation, Sonic goes to get a blanket while Tails lies down in front of the fire.  Sonic puts the blanket over Tails, and Tails returns the favour by putting his tails over Sonic.  It’s not the same thing as a hug, but Sonic is being quite tender and caring towards Tails, and it’s a cute moment.  
Stage Three: Fully Embracing It
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After fighting a giant robot, nearly being crushed, turning into Super Sonic and dealing with Robotnik, Sonic sends the Chaos Emeralds flying away and powers down.  Maddie is the first to run at him for a hug, and Sonic doesn’t reject it.  Instead, he hums as if he’s enjoying it.  Toms gets a hug too.  
Then Sonic explains that he gave up the power of the Emeralds because he’s still got some growing up to do before he’s worthy of using them.  And he admits that he likes being a kid.  
Maddie pokes Sonic’s nose and cries, “Bring it in!”  Sonic goes, “Whoa!” and, as the music swells, he joins a group hug with Maddie, Tom and Tails.  
(You can hear Tails saying, “Yay, hugs!” and it’s the sweetest thing ever.)  
After everything he’s gone through - after nearly losing his life, and nearly losing his parents - I think Sonic has realised that life is too short to pretend you’re too cool for affection from the people you love.  He’s okay with being a kid now, and he’s okay with his parents showing him how much they care.  
In Summary
Stage One: There’s a “Bring it in!” and a refusal.  
Stage Two: There’s a “Whoa-ho-ho!” and a realisation.  
Stage Three: There’s a “Bring it in!” and a “Whoa!” and an enthusiastic embrace.  
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