#I’m so worried we will just hit the 3rd wave before it’s released

[scaarletwiitch]

Ok, ok iron man might have got 3 movies but how many pre-release posters did he get?

#black widow #mcu #will this film ever actually come out? #I’m so worried we will just hit the 3rd wave before it’s released #natasha romanoff deserves better

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

I was looking through your older requests and stuff from 3rd life, and I remembered the one with Scott and Jimmy nearly getting sacrificed to Dogwarts and I thought hmmm...demons, red aesthetics, a generally more powerful side?

Basically, I think it would be cool to have a version of that with Sausage and fWhip trying to sacrifice Jimmy.

(And wow, Jimmy really can't get a break with religious tones after EVO, huh?)

THIS. is genuinely one of my favourite things i've ever written, if not THE favourite. i'm so so proud of it :D

cw beating, blood

…

Jimmy no longer has the energy to scream or fight. Having been beaten periodically throughout the day, his chest and neck are in too much pain for him to move. Sitting slumped in the tiny cell he’s been put in with his hands tied behind his back, all he can do is keep fighting against the dull pain all over his body threatening to drag him into unconsciousness.

All he can do is keep fighting to stay awake.

Finally, they come for him. Led by fWhip, Sausage pulls Jimmy out of the former’s base and out to the altar that’s been set up in the centre of Sausage’s castle.

Jimmy knows exactly what’s coming. Neither fWhip nor Sausage has made any secret of what they intend to do to him. And after a full day of being kept in a cell, hands tied behind him, beaten every time he tried to escape or fight back, he doesn’t have the strength to try and stop it.

As they push him onto the altar, Jimmy stumbles. As a response, Sausage hits him in the stomach, knocking him to the ground. Seconds from passing out, Jimmy is powerless to stop Sausage from pulling him up onto his knees.

Coughing weakly, Jimmy slowly lifts his head to look at his captors. “Wh-Why are you doing this…?” he croaks. “What did I do…?”

“Sorry Jimmy, but Xornoth demands a sacrifice,” fWhip responds, and Jimmy can almost hear a twinge of genuine remorse in his voice.

Jimmy tries to push himself up in one final desperate attempt to escape but his chest and throat are screaming in pain and he’s unable to stop Sausage from pushing him back down and holding him in place.

“Please…!” he rasps, pulling weakly at the ropes binding his wrists. “Please…”

Neither of them respond as Sausage pushes Jimmy’s head down and fWhip lifts the axe.

Tears fall from Jimmy’s bruised eyes. He wishes he could fight back but he barely has the strength to stay conscious. If he has to die, he’ll die with as much dignity as he can.

“STOP!”

Jimmy again lifts his head, and though he can’t see very well through his blurred vision, he can make out a figure standing on the wall several blocks away.

“Pixl,” Sausage growls.

fWhip’s demeanour completely changes. All his remorse and carefulness disappears as he roughly hauls Jimmy to his feet by the scruff of his neck and holds his sword against his throat, angling Jimmy in front of him like a human shield.

“Don’t come any closer,” he says coldly but calmly.

“Let Jimmy go,” Pixl orders, lifting his trident and aiming it directly at fWhip. “Now.”

fWhip’s grip on Jimmy tightens. “You’re in no position to bargain. One quick movement and we’ll see how much blood the Codfather has inside him.”

Nausea rises in Pixl’s stomach at the grisly mental image. “I’m not saying this again, fWhip: LET. JIMMY. GO.”

“How did you know to come here?” Sausage snaps suddenly. “You live thousands of blocks away!”

“I told him.”

It takes Jimmy’s fuzzy mind a moment to recognise this new voice but when he does, his heart skips a beat.

“Scott?” A hint of surprise is audible in fWhip’s voice. “Why would you do that?”

“Because what you’re doing is barbaric,” replies Scott icily. “Now listen to the Copper King and let Jimmy go.”

“What do we do?” whispers Sausage to his ally.

fWhip narrows his eyes, his analytical mind trying to calculate the odds of him winning this fight.

As he does, he twists the sword in his hand and nicks Jimmy’s neck with the sharp blade, causing him to let out a semi-conscious cry of pain.

That sound triggers something in Pixl and he lets his trident fly. His aim is remarkable and it slams into a tiny piece of fWhip’s armour visible just to the side of Jimmy.

fWhip staggers back, releasing his grip on the Cod Empire ruler, who collapses to the floor like a stone. “Retreat,” he hisses to Sausage. “We won’t win this fight.”

Sausage, clearly needing no further encouragement, takes off into the air with his elytra, followed closely by fWhip.

Immediately, Pixl and Scott both rush to the unconscious Jimmy’s side. Scott pulls out his dagger and cleanly slices through the ropes binding Jimmy’s wrists, while Pixl carefully rolls him into a position on his back. 

“Jimmy!” he gently cups his friend’s cheek as he leans close, trying to awaken him. “Jimmy, can you hear me?”

When he gets no reply, a horrifying thought occurs to him and he hurriedly checks Jimmy’s pulse.

“He’s alive,” he says in relief. “But only just.”

“He’s really beaten up,” Scott observes shakily. “How could fWhip and Sausage do this to him…?”

Pixl carefully lifts Jimmy into his arms and straightens up, making sure Jimmy’s head is secure against his chest. When he speaks, his voice is low and barely controlled. “I don’t know. But we need to get his injuries seen to as soon as possible.”

“Take him to his house,” says Scott. “Gem and I have been working on healing magic so I’ll fly over and get some of that to help him.”

“Okay. Good luck.”

“You too.”

As Scott takes off into the air, Pixl rushes back to Jimmy’s house and carefully lays him down on the bed. As he removes Jimmy’s gloves, he spots bulging red burn marks left over from where the ropes dug into his wrists.

This simple sight almost unleashes Pixl’s barely-contained fury. Tears of anger spring to his eyes as he gazes down at the bruised face of his unconscious friend, twisted in pain even in sleep.

He turns his head to look out at the darkness through the window. fWhip and Sausage needed a sacrifice for their stupid demon and they chose the easiest target. It makes Pixl’s blood boil to see them continually pick on Jimmy just because he’s unable to fight back.

A weak cough brings Pixl’s attention back to his injured friend. To his horror, he sees blood pooling at the corner of Jimmy’s mouth, so he leans down and checks his young friend’s breathing.

As he’s doing this, Scott returns, holding a leather pouch in his hands. “How’s he doing?” he asks worriedly.

“He’s not breathing well,” says Pixl quietly. “And he’s coughing up blood. A few more minutes and we may lose him. What have you got?”

“I have a healing crystal,” Scott reports, pulling a magenta crystal out of the pouch in his hands. “It should heal any internal injuries and ease his pain, but external injuries won’t be affected.”

“That’s fine. Do it.”

Scott moves over to Jimmy’s bedside and closes his eyes as he holds the crystal over Jimmy’s body. The crystal glows magenta, and similar-coloured energy starts to flow from it into Jimmy.

Pixl watches this with interest. He’s never had an affinity for nature magic and it intrigues him how crystals can have such magical properties. But soon his interest is outweighed by the relief that the colour has returned to Jimmy’s skin and his chest isn’t heaving so much anymore.

Finally, Scott lowers the crystal, which has stopped glowing, and tucks it back into the bag. “That should help,” he says.

“Good,” murmurs Pixl. “He looks like he’s breathing easier.”

Scott nods, not trusting himself to speak again.

A brief pause follows.

“I want to ask you something,” Pixl says, in a tone that makes it clear he expects no argument. “Why did you call me?”

Scott glances at him in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“You’re on their side. Why would you want to go against them like that?”

After a moment, Scott looks away. “Because a long time ago, Jimmy told me he didn’t want to look me in the eyes as I get sacrificed on an altar; I realised earlier that I didn’t want the reverse.”

Pixl nods slowly. He, like many others, heard about what happened on 3rd Life and even though he isn’t aware of specifics, he can’t help thinking that Scott’s remark is tied into that.

Scott lifts Jimmy’s limp hand and pushes back his sleeve slightly to reveal the burn marks that Pixl noticed earlier. He gives a deep frown as he tenderly traces the mark with his finger. “I don’t understand how they can do something like this to someone they once called their friend,” he murmurs. “No matter how much things have changed, he… They… You just don’t do that to someone.”

Pixl nods again as Scott carefully places Jimmy’s arm back down on the bed. As he turns to leave, he again glances back at Jimmy and hesitates. After a moment, he reaches out and gently brushes the bruise over Jimmy’s eye with the backs of his fingers, unable to hide a deep frown of worry.

“Why do you treat him so coldly all the time?” Pixl asks. “You clearly care for him a great deal and he cares about you. Why do you continue to push him away?”

Scott takes a moment to compose himself and steady his voice before he replies. “I’ve already gone through the pain of losing him once. I can’t do it again. I’m sorry, but I have to go now.”

Pixl almost argues but thinks better of it. “Okay. Thank you, Scott. For calling me and for helping Jimmy.”

“Of course. Goodnight, Pixl.”

“Goodnight.”

After Scott has left, Pixl locks the door behind him and pulls up a chair next to Jimmy’s bed. His friend’s face is a lot less pale than it was, though the bruise over his left eye and the thin cut in his neck are still very much visible.

Feeling a wave of affection and protectiveness, Pixl gently strokes Jimmy’s shoulder and takes a great deal of relief from seeing a small smile appear on Jimmy’s face in his sleep. Every instinct in his body is urging him to fly out there and enact vicious revenge on the people who did this to his friend.

“I’ll make them pay for hurting you,” he vows quietly. “I swear.”

#empires smp #pixlriffs #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #smajor1995 #scott smajor #fwhip #mythicalsausage #vaunna’s requests

[thebrochtuarachs]

Something in the Rain - “A Month Apart, Part 1”

A/N: Hi everyone, thank you for your patience as I whipped out this chapter. I had the initial outline on how this chapter will go but more frequent than none, it changes a lot in the middle while I'm in the writing process. :) I love this story and I hope it just gives you the good feels while reading this. We're two years into this pandemic and the world is still crazy. I hope you're keeping safe and being kind to yourself. :) As always, your comments and suggestions are very much welcome.

A modern day meet cute instance between Jamie and Claire.

AO3  / C1: A Day In June : C2: Definitely, Maybe : C3: So We Meet Again : C4: Friday Lunch : C5: Finding Solid Ground : C6: Situations : C7: Interruptions

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After their first date, their schedule for the following two weeks we’re packed - with Jamie settling back in the firm after his 2-week trip from London and Claire’s schedule at the hospital and preparing for her trip to Seattle.

Being a lawyer and a doctor weren’t the most flexible jobs - with patients and clients to attend to, surgeries and hearings to prepare for, plus, with both of them in administrative positions, it is additional work on top of their normal duties. But Claire and Jamie were determined to make it work, so they decided to communicate better, be extra patient and understanding, and really commit whatever available time they had.

The first week, Jamie couldn’t make lunch as he had a court hearing to prepare for and Claire couldn’t make dinner as she was on the night shift. So Jamie, one day, surprised Claire outside the hospital by picking her up, invited her to quick breakfast dates instead, and dropping her off at her house to make sure she got home safe.

The second week was a bit lighter but with Claire going to Seattle on Saturday, she had to do extra administrative work to make sure everything was set for her leave. She offered to have dinner takeaways at her office in the evenings which he happily accepted.

The night before her flight, Claire and Jamie were hanging out in her office, sitting at the sofa, admiring the Edinburgh skyline with a little wine and cheese tray.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t go out” Claire apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, Sassenach.” Jamie turned to Claire and patted her hand. “I honestly would prefer to do anything if it means I get to spend time with you - whether sitting here in your office on a Friday night or sitting in the gallery watching your surgery.”

“You’re too good to me, James” Claire quipped in a feigned dramatic voice.

“Ah, you give me too much credit, Claire. I hope you know that you make an effort too, especially these past two weeks”

“Me? It feels like you’re fitting more to my schedule than I am yours!”

“But you met me during breakfast even though you looked too knackered from yer shift.”

Claire couldn’t deny that and she could just smile with Jamie’s understanding.

“Are you all packed up for tomorrow?” Jamie asked, changing the subject.

“Yes. The weather’s mostly rainy in Seattle so I brought extra items for the wet and cold.”

“And what’s your schedule for the month?”

“Have I not sent you my itinerary? Hold up -” Claire took out her phone and quickly sent an email to Jamie. “There, I sent you my schedule but between teaching and surgery, my time’s the same as here just minus the administrative work, which I tell you not, I’m pretty excited to be free of it for the next month”

Jamie just nodded. The next month.

It’s all rather bad timing if you look at it. The first month, they’ve been rather inseparable with going to lunches almost everyday and weekends at the center. The following month, quick dates and meetings as Jamie was away at London and their crazy schedule at the hospital and the firm. And now, going into the third month since meeting, they’d be completely separated by roughly 4,485 miles.

“Did you hear what I said, Jamie?” Claire asked while waving a hand in front of Jamie’s face.

“I’m sorry, what?” Returning to the present, unaware that his mind has gone away a bit.

Claire gave him a softened look and sat closer to him. “What were you thinking?”

Jamie stayed silent but Claire’s look urged him on.

“Nah, ye’ll think me daft” Jamie said but Claire shook her head.

“Fine” Jamie stretched his arm to pull her closer and she gladly leaned on his shoulder. “I was just thinking about how I’ll not be able to see ye for a month, how much I’ll be missing ye, and how excited I am once ye return here.”

“Oh,” Claire knew the feelings were simple but it’s his words and the way he said it that touched her most.

“I told ye it’s daft.”

“It’s not daft.” Claire tried to mimic Jamie’s accent but they both just have to laugh at her attempt. Turning serious quickly, she took Jamie’s face by the hand and looked deeply into his eyes. “You know that I am going to miss you too.”

Jamie just nodded in agreement, looking at Claire so sweetly and lovingly that she couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss.

Since their first kiss after their date, they hadn’t been shy in showing affection to each other. Nonetheless, it’s all been very respectful to the boundaries to whatever stage they are in their relationship. Hand touches, hugs, pecks and kisses here and there but never really beyond that.

But with her impending departure, Claire seemed to be eager for more. Instead of completely pulling away, she kissed him again some more.

Jamie quickly picked up the signal and allowed himself to pull Claire closer and to his lap. A few minutes later, Claire felt Jamie’s tongue on her lips asking for entrance which she happily obliged. The air around them was electric.

Jamie was first to pull away before the moment got away from them. Claire sighed - not from disappointment, but by the fact of how chivalrous Jamie really is. And she doesn’t really mind it one bit. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

The following day, Jamie picked up Claire to drop her off at the airport. They thought they had time for a quick bite but traffic was so horrendous that they got to the gate just in time before boarding began.

With barely any time left, Jamie pulled Claire to a tight hug as the PA system called her flight. “Go, you’ll miss your plane”

Claire reluctantly released Jamie with a grunt. “Let’s go somewhere when I return”

“Sounds like a plan” Jamie tried to hide the longing in his voice but it was too late.

“The month will be over before you know it, okay? Message me everyday, call me every afternoon when you can” Claire encouraged him. With one last kiss, they bade each other goodbye as she started walking to her gate and Jamie was no longer in sight.  

As Claire waited for take off, the silence of a constant message ping on her phone slightly unsettled her. It was then she realized the vast distance between Seattle and Edinburgh. A single tear escaped but she quickly pulled it together. She’s not even gone yet but homesickness hit her right away.

-

So the four-week long distance trial began.

The 8-hour time difference is not too crazy between Seattle and Edinburgh with their available times falling at the start and end of the day. They’ve been coping well with their synced calendars and communication options.

Jamie sends flowers and snacks to Seattle Grace, earning Claire points from the staff for all the treats she’s been giving away.

Claire, on her end, sends late messages to Jamie to wake up to in the morning and asks Mrs. Kim’s Korean Street Food Hub to delivery chicken wings to Jamie every so often.

They’ve also reserved some time on the weekend for extended calls with conversations falling from happenings to their week to what hairstyles and colors they’ve done in the past.

It wasn’t till late in the 3rd week that things started to shake up.

It was a random Thursday evening in rainy Seattle. Between two surgeries and one class, Claire was ready to call it a day. She was settling on her sofa, drinking her tea for a little night cap when her phone pinged. It was 9:30PM Seattle meaning it was 5:30AM Edinburgh, too early for anybody to contact her over there unless it was important.

Grabbing her phone, her notifications show it was from Geillis. It was a link to a tabloid along with a message “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?”

With the link, she can see the preview of the title “Jamie Fraser is off the market!” Curiosity prevailed Claire and she clicked the article

-

On the other side of the world, Jamie, as always, promptly arrived at the firm. Just as he was to pass Mrs. Fitz, she called him out.

“Ah, lad”

“Yes, Mrs. Fitz?”

“I dinna ken yet what ye or Claire are yet but have ye spoken to her today?”

“Today? Not yet. Why?”

She motioned for him to come round the reception and take a peek at her monitor.

She showed him the same article Geillis sent Claire and as soon Jamie saw the accompanying photo, he fished out his phone and immediately contacted Claire. It was midnight in Seattle but Jamie didn’t care - he wanted to clear things before things got misinterpreted.

“Erm, hello?” a groggy Claire answered the phone on the other side of the line.

“Hi, were ye asleep?” Jamie asked as he walked the hallway to his office.

“I was but I answered already, what’s up?” she replied, her voice still muffled by sleep. She knew why he was calling though but wanted to hear it from him. “Did you just arrive at the firm?”

“Yes,” he replied, closing the door to his office for privacy. “Well, I don’t want to keep you long but an article came last night about me and well, in case ye’ll see it, it is not true.”

Jamie heard Claire sigh on the other end, “I’ve seen it” she confirmed.

“Ye’ve already seen it?” he repeated in disbelief, looking at his watch, it’s only been posted a few hours ago.

“Geillis sent it to me earlier, I think it just came out then. She’s a bit of a morning person so…”

“Claire, it isn’t true. It was all in a bad angle. The Dunsany’s have been a long-time client of ours and we had an unexpected dinner meeting yesterday. I was just escorting their daughter to her car when the paparazzi got wind of us and ran with whatever story they could think of.” Jamie quickly explained in summary.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. I mean you say it’s not true and I believe you.”

“You don’t have any questions?” he asked, a little baffled.

“Not really. I mean was there more to it?”

“A bit but something we can talk about later.”

“Okay”

It was both refreshing and confusing as to why Claire seemed nonchalant about all this. On one end, she might be really understanding. On the other end, she might be harboring ill-feelings she didn’t want to discuss.

It was Jamie’s line that turned silent. Claire, guessing he might need more despite her sleepy state, obliged him. “Jamie, I won’t lie. I was surprised at first because of the photo and how the article was written with your family histories. Add to that, that I didn’t see it in the calendar and you didn’t text me about it.”

“Why didn’t you call -?”

“But” she interrupted him, “I also know you, Jamie, and I know about us. If I was really concerned, I’ll call you right away. But I’m not and we’ll be meeting later anyway, so I know we’ll talk about it eventually.” she paused to catch a breath. “Besides, you already explained it, I don’t need to know any more because I trust you, Jamie.”  

“Okay” it was Jamie’s turn to give the one-word reply.

“Are we okay now?” she asked.

“Yes, as long as ye are too.” Jamie replied to which Claire mummed in agreement. “Thank ye, Claire.”

“You’re welcome. Now, I’ll go back to sleep and see you later.” With that, Claire ended the call, a small smile crept on her face knowing the relief and joy Jamie probably feels right now.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #something in the rain #sitr #mia writers #jamie fraser #claire fraser #jamie x claire #geillis duncan #mrs. fitz #geneva dunsany #sam heughan #caitriona balfe #sam x cait #samcait #sam cait

[daydreaming-in-letters]

Three Nights (Unconditional sequel)

Night Two

05/25/2021

Pairing: August Walker x fem!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 1,807

Warnings: hormones, sex during pregnancy, fingering, vaginal sex, slight dom!August, dirty talk, language

Summary: In the middle of her second trimester, Mrs Walker is a hormonal mess. One night, she finds herself in dire need of release, but August just won't wake.

A/N: Next part of the sequel coming right up and things are getting a little steamy...

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(I couldn't find the source of this picture, so if anyone happens to know, please tell me.)

“August?”

Expectantly she listened into the silence. Nothing. Well, at least if one didn’t count his steady breathing and the rolling of the waves in the distance.

“August,” she tried again, a little louder this time. But still he didn’t move. Measuring her options, she watched his face in the pale moonlight that fell through the open windows. He looked so peaceful, and she envied him his deep slumber. How was he not even sweating in this clammy heat?

Finally, the curtains swayed in a breeze of night air, making her hope for a little refreshment, but it only brought more of the sweltering humidity. With a thud, her head fell back into the pillows, underlined by a frustrated sigh. Slowly her hands drifted over the already rather prominent bump that had once been a delightfully squishy part of her body.

“You know this is really only your fault, right? As if the bloody nausea hadn’t been enough in the first place, now you decide to torture me with everlasting horniness instead. Is it too early to say that you’re taking after your father completely?”

But instead of an answer, another gush of wind rolled over her sensitive skin, the sensation alone enough to make her moan as it coaxed another wave of desire to roll through her. This was insufferable, she thought, as she propped herself up on one elbow again. Why wouldn’t he just wake up? At every other time, he picked up on her horny state with the precision of a bloodhound. Damned be his stupid sound sleep.

She bit her lip as a thought crossed her mind. She would most likely regret this and in the end it would probably hurt her more than him. But desperate times demanded desperate measures, and by now she was willing to do almost anything if he only tended to her need and got his dick inside of her promptly.

“August!” she almost yelled and with a swish, her hand cut through the thick air until it came down on his cheek with a harsh slap.

Roaring at the top of his lungs he was wide awake in an instant. And before she could fathom what was happening, she found herself on her back, wrists pressed into the pillow next to her head by his strong hands, furious eyes glaring down at her wildly.

“You’re lucky you’re carrying my child, woman, or you might have found yourself bend over my knees by now to receive your adequate punishment.”

She could feel her walls clench violently around nothing by the mere thought of him having his way with her like that. And before she even had the chance to hold it back, a needy whimper escaped her lips.

“Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, very much.” She bit her lip again and it didn’t escape her notice how his grip on her loosened a bit, his eyes softening equally upon her eagerness.

“Is this why you woke me up?”

She nodded, shooting him a perfect pair of doe eyes. “Bloody hormones won’t let me sleep, Augie.”

With a huff, more of the tension left his body. “At least that would explain why you thought it wise to slap me awake.”

“What else was I supposed to do? I did try the nice way, but you just wouldn’t wake up and my panties are literally soaked.”

He growled lowly in the back of his throat, making her clench even harder.

“Are they now?”

Careful not to put his weight onto her body, he clutched both of her wrists in just one hand. He grinned smugly and she knew immediately that she was in trouble. The best kind of trouble. And while she still couldn’t believe that her ludicrous plan had actually worked, his free hand dipped down between her legs without a warning, forcing them apart to grant him better access. Lazily, he dragged his fingers through her folds, stirring the fire inside of her with minimal effort.

“Now that’s disappointing.” What? Having expected his praise, those words of displeasure made her heart fall instantly. But he wasn’t done scolding her, yet. “First you hit me like a bloody lunatic and now you have the audacity to lie to my face so shamelessly, princess?”

“I’m not lying,” she croaked, feeling utterly sorry for herself as she saw her chances for satisfaction dwindle, “My juices are practically flowing over.”

But August’s face stayed unreadable, giving her no hint at all where this was going.

“Oh, no doubt about that,” he finally stated after a long minute of silence.

Wrinkling her forehead in confusion, she was forced to watch helplessly as his face came closer. She could already feel his searing breath on her lips, closing her eyes in anticipation of a redeeming kiss, when he turned his head only the fraction of an inch before contact and dove down into the crook of her neck.

“But your panties aren’t soaked at all, princess, because actually, you’re not wearing any.”

The hunger in his impossibly low voice would have been enough to make her dizzy, but when he bit down on her neck with purpose her body reacted of its own accord. Her back arched violently, pressing herself into him while a deep moan told of her want for more. And when she suddenly felt his fingertips press into her entrance, she knew that his whole act of disappointment had simply been for show. A distraction, so that he -

Oh God, his fingers were filling her so perfectly. Deeper and deeper he sank into her until he was buried three knuckles deep. With a gasp her eyes flew open again and she almost missed his next sentence above the white noise that rushed in her ears.

“You know, you’re really lucky, my painfully aroused angel. Because your sweet little pussy is far too wet to worry about such minor details now.”

His fingers had picked up a steady pace, sliding in and out of her sensitive womanhood pointedly. It was a good start, she thought, but by far not enough to sate her craving. As always, he enjoyed teasing her more than anything. But unlike every other time, tonight she wasn’t in the mood for his teasing, not in the agonising state she was in.

“August, please,” she whimpered. “You promised to make it better, not worse.”

Unimpressed by her words, he continued his slow ministrations, his mouth nipping and sucking its way from her shoulder to her ear.

“You must be mistaken,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the soft spot right underneath her ear that made her shiver. “I can’t remember making a promise like that at any point.”

Another wave of frustration took hold of her as her brain registered his repeated rejection. Straining against his tight grip, she was practically begging by now.

“Please, I…”

“Say it!” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Tell me what you need.”

No, she wouldn’t let him have this triumph, even if he chose to deny her the satisfaction she longed for because of her disobedience. In that case she would have to tend to herself, but under no circumstance would she let him tease her anymo - oh.

Holy shit. She didn’t know how this was possible, but it somehow had escaped her notice altogether that his head had abandoned its spot next to hers and had dipped down to pay his attention to one of her oversensitive breasts. And before she would lose her mind completely, she cried out in a state of utter desperation.

“I need you to fuck me, August. Please. Let me feel your hard cock deep inside of me or I’ll go insane.”

In the blink of an eye he stopped, his hands and mouth retreating as soon as she had finally said the words, giving her some time to calm down a little.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, princess, was it?” he whispered smugly. “Now let me deliver you from your agony.”

Her senses still in overdrive, she felt too weak to even move, but that didn’t matter anyway because, as always, August took care of her. Gently he moved her around until her body moulded into his perfectly. His warm chest lay against her back, his arm offering her a comfortable place to rest her head, and soon she could feel the claiming press of his promisingly hard length. With no effort at all, he sank into her, and finally, finally the excruciating unease inside of her ebbed away.

“Shit, I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet, darling.” His hot breath fanned across her neck, setting her on fire.

“I’ve also never been this pregnant and this horny before,” she moaned, her hand finding his on the cool sheets, entwining her fingers with his as he slowly started to move.

“Don’t worry. I promise we’re going to change one of these two in no time.”

And eager to keep his promise, his free hand dove down to the junction of her thighs, granting himself access to her bud. Carefully he pressed down, opting for drawing slow, deliberate circles. She was so hypersensitive as of lately and he was determined not to overdo it like last time. But judging from her elaborated breaths and the tell-tale sounds that fell from her sweet mouth, she was enjoying herself genuinely.

“August.” His name rolled over her lips with a shiver while his mouth tended to the sweet spot on her neck. Argus-eyed, he monitored every movement, every noise she made. Her relief was all that mattered to him now. But the first beads of sweat were already beginning to form on her forehead, triggering his worry in mere seconds.

“Should we stop?”

“No!” she almost cried out as if she was in pain. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

And as soon as she had uttered the words, she could feel the eagerly-awaited tension inside of her build. Every thrust, every kiss he left on her overheated skin, every groan that rolled through his chest brought her closer, pushing her closer towards deliverance. And when she finally passed the point of no return, she turned her head to find his lips while the redeeming pleasure rolled over her enraptured body. And just when she thought she would pass out from all the bliss, she could feel his response.

He was sure that she had never climaxed this hard, her walls gripping him so tightly that the sensation caught him completely off guard. Speeding up his hips, he allowed himself to give in as well. And while his mind gradually clouded over, he grabbed her belly possessively in his last moment of clarity and for the first time, he could feel a sign of the life that was growing inside of her.

Part 3

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[nygmobblepot-trash]

It was odd for Riddler to get visitors. He wasn't exactly popular with anyone. Oswald would show up when he wanted something and was desperate which was more often than you would hope for from Gotham's mayor/king/whatever he was calling himself these days. Gordon would show up with arrest warrants. The last group would be considered random. They would show up when Riddler got bored and let someone else take over so he could save the puzzle later on.

Riddler hadn't lost control recently... at least he thought he hadn't. He hadn't done anything since being released and Oswald doesn't believe in having to knock. So why at 10:46 pm was someone knocking at his door?

Instead of playing the guessing game, Riddler decided to throw the door open and deal with whatever or whomever was making all that noise behind it. Except when it swung open he saw no one.

That's odd.

Another mental break down perhaps?

Whatever.

He'd deal with it later and shut the door. He didn't get very far till he heard the knocking again.

Ignore it. It will stop eventually. Just distract yourself.

He looked around the room to find something fitting for the task. Which was a old torn up book hidden under the couch. He brushed off the cobwebs and collapsed on the couch.

The knocking persisted.

Riddler tried to focus on the words with all his heart but the pounding wouldn't stop.

He had enough. Please don't be Ghost Oswald, he thought as he threw open the door for a second time.

Still nothing.

He went to close the door for the second time when he felt something grab onto his arm in order to prevent the action.

Riddler quickly looked down and everything clicked into place.

He wasn't expecting a child. "Oh it's just you, Martin." He sighed happy he didn't accidentally drug himself. The calm quickly disappeared when he repeatedly his words, "Oh it's you! What are you doing here?"

Martin must have already assumed that question was going to be asked because he only had to flip to a page in his notebook and show it to the annoyed Riddler.

"Oswald dropped me off." Ed read aloud with a frown. "I doubt it. He would never leave you in my care without an hour lecture. As if I need a lecture on how to keep a child alive."

Martin gave Riddler an, 'Are you sure about that?' look.

"I forgot to feed you one time! I've gone days without eating and no one throws a fit. You go without dinner one time and I never hear the end of it!" Riddler yells as he retreats back into Ed's apartment.

Martin follows and closes the door behind him.

Riddler quickly turned around. "Oh no you don't. Go back to Oswald. I know you're lying about him driving you here."

Martin shakes his head no.

Riddler aggressively digs into his pockets to look for his phone but finds nothing. "That's odd... I had it in here an hour ago." Riddler scans the room and sighs when he immediately doesn't find it. "Once I find my phone you're gone, Buddy."

Martin shrugged and made his way into the kitchen as he was hungry. PB&J sounded real good. He had managed to find all the supplies while Riddler threw stuff around the apartment. The more the man looked the angrier he got. Now all the boy needed was a knife to put the jelly and peanut butter on his bread. He found one fairly quickly. What was even quicker was Riddler grabbing the knife away from him. He was paying attention?

"You cut yourself and i'll get blamed." The green man announced.

Martin expected to hear the knife go back into the drawer, but it didn't. Instead Riddler with a roll of his eyes quickly smeared the toppings onto the bread. When he was done he tossed the knife into the sink with a loud clank and went back to look for his phone without another word.

Martin quietly ate his sandwhich and when he was done put the dirty dish into the sink after washing it off. Like Oswald said, 'no one likes a pig.'

The boy took this opportunity to clear out any unusable pages from his notebook. He didn't see certain responses being used soon, if ever again.

"I haven't left all day. It should be here." Riddler mumbled from under the couch he retrieved the book from. After throughly checking the couch Riddler turned to the boy. "Shouldn't you be... I don't know... in bed?"

Martin shrugged knowing damn well the answer.

"Bed." Riddler commanded.

So the boy did as told... well almost. The man yelled, "not my bed," as the child climbed into his bed ignoring him.

"I'm going to kill Oswald." Riddler promised under his breath.

The boy quickly wrote in his note book and turned it to the man when he was finished.

"I don't care if Oswald reads to you. I'm not Oswald." Riddler answered coldly.

The boy scribbled down more.

"I do have great stories! Way better than any of Oswald's." Riddler hissed.

So Riddler lost again and told the boy a story. But he boy refused to shut his annoying little eyes. So he said another one, which turned into another one. Riddler wouldn't admit that the stories were infact true and about himself and Oswald.

After the 3rd story Riddler stood up. "You said he reads you one story and I have given you three. It isn't my fault you're still up, so go to sleep."

Martin quickly wrote in his notebook and threw it at the Riddler as he was leaving.

Riddler quickly bit his lip to avoid yelling at the boy and picked up to see what the runt wanted now. "...you want to know what my parents are like?" Riddler was about to tell him no when he read the next sentence, "I'll go to bed and never bother you again, I promise." He ripped the note out of the note book and placed it his pocket. "This is legal now." He sighed and sat back down.

Riddler opened his mouth to answer the boy's request but the words seemed to leave his lips.

You technically don't have parents. A voice not belonging the Riddler echoed in his head.

"Shut up." Riddler hissed through clenched teeth.

For someone who thinks he's the best of me is terrible at taking care of kids. This one doesn't even speak and you're losing it.

A pain started pulsing behind his eyes.

As Riddler grimaced in pain the boy stuck another note in front of his eyes. It read, "Is it Ed?"

Hey kid.

"Please be quiet." Riddler whisper as he put his head into his hands.

Martin upset at what he seemed to cause quickly ran out of the room. Riddler don't notice this at all. He hadn't known how much time had passed even he managed to look farther up the bed where Martin was last seen. The issue was the boy wasn't there anymore. In his place were a couple of pills and a note, "I'm sorry I bothered you, Mr. Riddler. My dad seemed more happy when you're around. I came here to figure out why Oswald and you don't get along. I even left a note for Oswald hinting you took me. I wanted him to show up and see that you do take good care of me. It's my fault that you don't see each other anymore. I refused to eat that day and you still took the blame. I'm going back to Oswald's to explain what I did. As an apology I'll give you a riddle, 'I can be a salty treat for some, and a breath stealer for others. What am I?' -Love Martin."

Riddler quickly looked at the time on his watch, it read, 1:07 am. "Oh dear." Riddler and Ed said in a worried tone.

Riddler wasted no time finding the peanut butter in a cabinet. Please don't be ruined and please be what I hope you are, he though.

Ed on the other hand was trying to calculate all the possible routes the boy could be taking.

Riddler spun the lid off and shouted, "Yes!" as he quickly unwrapped the napkin that was in the jar. It was his phone which he may need later. It was the nuclear option.

Then suddenly the front door swung open and crashed into the wall harder than it ever had.

Shit. Riddler though as he hit the floor to avoid being seen.

"EDWARD DUMBASS NYGMA." An angry mother penguin shouted louder than should be possible.

'What did I do?!' Riddler heard Ed scream in terror.

'We have to avoid him at all costs, when he's like this he won't listen to a word we say.' Riddler told Ed.

The pair listened as Oswald stomped around the apartment. Once they could hear him in the guest bedroom he bolted to Ed's room. Going out the front door would get them spotted immediately.

Riddler could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He has never moved this fast and quietly in his life, including all the other personalities. He threw open the window and leaped out of it. He fell about 6 feet before he was able to stop his fall by grabbing onto the fire escape ladder. The force made the ladder extend closer to the ground. Once it stopped a few feet above the ground Riddler let go and landed in the snow.

He didn't feel the coldness nor acknowledged it was even winter in Gotham as a voice from above him dripping with hate, "YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME."

'There's no way he'll come down this way. Just go.' Ed commanded.

So Riddler did what Ed said for the first time in his existence. His mind was a blur, but that was okay because Ed was giving him directions. It wasn't long until he spotted the boy walking under the street lights on a particularly dangerous street.

"Hey! Kid wait!" Riddler yelled very out of breath. When the boy stopped and turned Riddler finally noticed how tired he was.

He was about to collapse when adrenaline shot back up his body.

"I TOLD YOU."

Riddler's eyes widden as he turned to see Oswald quite a bit off into the distance hobbling towards them. "...how?" The three questioned together.

He was running out of time so Riddler whipped back to the boy to say what he wanted to say. Unfortunately Oswald was faster and had a gun pointed directly at him.

'And you're the bad parent?" Ed questioned.

Martin quickly stood in front of Riddler to his surprise. He frantically waved his arms around and shook his head. All three men noticed the tears in his eyes.

"Martin I want you to step to the side, put your hands over your ears, and face away with your eyes closed. Do. Not. Make. Me. Ask. Again." Oswald said with a reassuring yet offsetting tone.

Martin stood his ground.

"Oswald I need to show you something, you're only making the situation worse." Riddler pleaded.

"You won't ever stop crossing the line will you? Every single time I let you live you make sure I regret it. Well not this time, old friend."

'Well we're dead.' Ed sighed.

Martin dropped to his knees with his hands together, no doubt pleading for Riddler's life.

Oswald's moved his finger to the trigger. Since he was aiming for Nygma's head, Martin wouldn't get hit. "Haven't I taught you anything? Don't be like me. Don't let anyone stab you in the back ever. I wouldn't be doing what I preach if I don't do this."

Riddler slowly moved his hand to his pocket.

'Stop you idiot' Ed screeched.

Riddler grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and held it above his head. "He thinks we aren't..." Riddler didn't know the right words, many of them made his stomach flip. "you know... a team anymore, because of him. He blames himself, Os."

"But it isn't his fault." Oswald's finger slowly backed off from the trigger. "Let me see. I doubt this will save you."

Riddler nodded and handed the note back to Martin. The boy whiped away some tears before running to Oswald.

Oswald held the note in the air under the street lamp to read the pencil words.

Ed, Riddler, and Martin watched with baited breath to see how Oswald would react.

Paying attention to microfacial expressions wasn't Ed or even Riddler's strong suit, but this time they caught everything. How Oswald bit him bottom lip as tears brimmed in his eyes. How he quickly turned his head away and blinked those tears away to avoid Martin seeing them. Ed and Riddler watched as he shook silently. Then he took a sharp breath and blew it out. "It was never your fault and it never will be. Edward is an idiot-. No we are, grown ups are. I'm sorry you had to see us flight. I promise to be better and I think me and him going our separate ways will ensure that."

Martin shook his head.

'Wow look at Oswald Cobblepot being the adult. I guess you got what you wanted.' Ed's voice still echoed in Riddler's head, thankfully without the migrain.

"You're wrong, that's not what I want." Riddler said out loud to his and Ed's surprise.

"What the hell-" Oswald started to yell again but Riddler cut him off.

"I don't think we should go out separate ways. It would be a shame if Gotham's best duo faded into nothingness. There is still greatness for us. Our story isn't done yet, Ozzie." Riddler closed the gap inbetween him and Oswald. "I'm sorry... for some of the things I did. Sometimes you deserved it though."

'Please shut up.' Ed begged.

It was Riddler's turn to bite his lip. He then took and deep breath and through clenched teeth spoke, "The truth is..." Riddler felt his face go warm and suddenly realized how terribly cold it was. "I'm happier when... you're...around...too."

Oswald covered his laugh with a cough. Ed did not follow that courtesy. 'I knew it!'

"Oh God damn it." Oswald sighed. "You're going to make me regret this, aren't you?"

"You know me so well." Riddler answered with a coy smile.

"Holy shit it is fucking cold. Can we go inside now before I actually turn into a penguin? And you..." Oswald pointed at Riddler with a smirk. "Shouldn't you hate the cold."

"Nope." Riddler shrugged as he tossed his suit jacket onto a shivering Martin. "It reminds me how I saved your sorry ass."

#gotham #edward nygma #nygmobblepot #oswald cobblepot #holy fuck that took forever

[thelittleboyfromloveactually]

Innocent hug

Dylan O’Brien x reader

Warnings: mentions of rape, sexual assault, cussing, mentions of smut, Dylan being sweet (this can be possibly triggering!!!!!!) angst

Promt: when Dylan finds you crying after an uncomfortable interview, the two of you find your selves admitting things you never thought you would say again (y’all i just, I don’t even know, I can’t write freaking descriptions hahaha)

Word count: 2712

Disclaimer: so basically the interview is for maze runner, just pretend that you play another character in the movie that was like Thomas’ best friend and newts love interest (also y’all pls send some requests)

Not my gif! Credits to @dyobrien! <3

“Hi I’m Dylan O’Brien!” Started Dylan trying to control himself from his laughter, before the cameras had begun rolling Dylan had cracked a joke that he was still trying to recover from.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N” you said smiling

“I’m Thomas brodie sangster” Thomas said giving the camera a small wave

“And we’re the cast of maze runner” you said still smiling, also trying to control your laughter

“Or at least some of it” Dylan added on making everyone lose it again. Dylan practically fell out of his chair, Thomas giggled and you just kept laughing. Dylan had a habit of making you laugh, it was one of the many things you loved about him. You and Dylan had been best friends since you met on the set of teen wolf. You were a guest star who was quickly killed off. You and Dylan hit it off immediately, you two just got each other. You had the same sense of humor, same interests, and generally you two just felt normal around each other. The two of you stayed connected even after you left the show. Then you were lucky enough to land another part with Dylan in maze runner. Dylan played Thomas, and you played Y/C/N, Thomas’ best friend and Newts love interest. You had become extremely close with the cast, they were like your family. Since the release of the scorch trials you and Dylan had become quite the hit. Though you weren’t together in the movie, everyone shipped it. Two years after scorch trials, you and Dylan were in another movie together! American assassin, Dylan played Mitch Rapp and you of course played Y/C/N, Mitch’s love interest. Everyone wanted you two together, and it was not secret, the two of you were constantly teased on set for “flirting”.

You were doing this interview for the release of your latest movie, Maze Runner: The Death Cure. You were very sad that this series was coming to an end, you were definitely gonna miss it, everyone was.

“So my first question is for all of you actually, out of the three of you, who is the funniest?” The interview met asked

“Dylan and Y/N are both quite hilarious, especially when they are together, they are always cracking jokes and laughing” Thomas said looking at you and Dylan

“We do have fun” you agreed “honestly though I think we are all pretty funny, but Dylan I would say wins this one” you said looking to your right at Dylan

“What can I say? I’m a true born comedian” said Dylan

The questions continued, Dylan and Thomas were asked a lot about work and their new projects, whereas you seemed to be getting the clothes questions, the personal life questions. Things like, “where do you recommend buying clothes?” “How was your trip to Italy” “what are you wearing today”. Sadly that was fairly normal.

“Alright Y/N your up again, now the buzzing question everywhere right now is, are you single?” The interviewer asked

“Yes I am single” you smiled even though you were generally annoyed inside “Im that girl at the family reunions who gets introduced to the 3rd cousins, and who always gets told by the grandmas, “see honey this is why you are still single”” you said

Next to you Dylan weesed and began laughing hysterically. Thomas again just giggled his sweet laugh.

“Well do they know the men you work with? I mean your standards must be pretty high huh?” The interviewer pushed

“Yes yes I guess they are” you said, Dylan laughed next to you

“Why aren’t you with any of them Y/N?” He asked

Your eyebrows knitted together at this question, was he really asking this?

“Well blondie over here” you said gesturing to Thomas “is taken as you know, and taken by one of the nicest people I know, so”

“Well what about you Dylan, I mean the media definitely wants you two together, you two are like Tom hanks and Meg Ryan, and hey if I were you I would totally hit that” he said to Dylan

You froze at this, wtf was this guy doing? Dylan’s eyebrows shot up and his jaw clenched, and Thomas glared at the interviewer.

“Really man?” Dylan asked, you adjusted yourself in your seat, moving your arms to cover your body, you suddenly felt exposed and uncomfortable.

“I was just kidding with you guys” the interviewer said laughing it off

“Wasn't very funny” Dylan said

“Sorry man, didn’t mean any harm” he said putting his hands up in defense

You were shaking, you had a past. A past no one knew about, a past that would be easily triggered by a comment like that.

“Maybe think before you speak next time” Thomas added

“Ya, not cool man” Dylan said

The tension in the room was deadly. But still the interview continued on with only two questions left.

After the interview everyone was checking to make sure you were ok, Dylan kept saying that he’d beat his ass and Thomas just repeated that he is a dick. On the way back to the hotel you were all staying at, the consern eventually died down. Thomas and Dylan were planning on meeting up with ki Hong and kaya at a bar somewhere. They asked if you wanted to join but you kindly refused saying that you needed some me time. They were hesitant at first but then gave in and left you in your hotel room. Once the door closed you ran to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the gold rimmed mirror. Then suddenly you were crying.

“No!” You yelled at yourself “don’t cry, stop it Y/N!” You told yourself, but the tears just kept flowing and they wouldn’t stop.

Dylan’s POV

I swear I was gonna murder that man, who the fuck makes comments like that? I knew Y/N, I knew how this was going to go. I could talk she was shaken up and uncomfortable, but she would never admit that. She never let people in, she claimed she didn’t want to bother anyone with her personal problems. Leaving her alone in her hotel room felt wrong, I knew she wasn’t okay. I could see it in her face. As we walked away from her door, down to the lobby I felt the sudden urge to go back. To run back to her and take her in my arms, stroke her hair and tell her it was ok. Then I decided that that was exactly what I was going to do.

“Hey man I think imma go back, you know how she is, I don’t think she should be alone” I told Thomas, he looked back at me with understanding eyes

“Ofcourse mate” he said nodding, “I think that is a brilliant idea”

“Tell kaya and ki Hong I’m sorry I missed them” I said already waking back to Y/Ns room

“Will do!” He responded

Then I burst out into a run, running back down the hall and to the elevator. I clicked the 6th floor and the second the doors opened I was out, running to Y/Ns door.

Once I got there I took the liberty of unlocking it with the extra key she had given me. She said it was only for emergencies, but I thought I could make an exception. I walked quietly into the hotel room, I opened my mouth to yell for her but then shut it again. I heard muffled cry’s coming from the bedroom. Shit, I hope she’s watching some random soap opera, I hope that’s not her crying.

“Hey Y/N?” I said opening the door to the bedroom

Your POV

When you heard Dylan say your name you quickly sprang into action. Because you were still in the bathroom he wouldn’t be able to see u for at least a few more seconds. You wiped your eyes and tired to put yourself together before walking out to greet him.

“Hey Dylan” you said smiling, keeping up your act

Dylan studied you, he saw your smile, but he also saw your red rimmed eyes and your fidgeting hands, he heard the slight crack in your voice and the tiredness in it as well.

“Are you alright?” He asked stepping slowly toward you

“Ya ya I’m fine! What are you doing here?” You said, way to quickly

Dylan looked at you with sad eyes, it broke him to know that you were hiding from him. “I was worried, I wanted to make sure you were ok”

“We’ll hate to break it to ya, but um you came back for nothing, I am totally fine, faaaaaantastic!” you said smiling at him even more

“You can talk to me” he said stepping closer to you again

“There is nothing to talk about” you said

“Y/N, I know you, I know what you are doing, your not ok, and your hiding it, your shutting me out again”

“Dylan you need to calm down! I. Am. Fine!” You said, he was right though, and you both knew it “you should really go have fun!”

“Y/N-“ he started before being cut off again

“I insist Dylan, please, don’t worry about me, ok?” You said smiling sweetly

“That’s a lot easier said than done” he said looking down, then an idea came to him, it was horrible and he knew you would hate him, but he needed you to let him in “but if that’s what you want, then I’ll leave” he said

“Yes! Go have a good time!” You’d aid practically pushing him out of the bedroom

“See ya later!” You said closing the bedroom door behind him

Dylan walking over to the front door, opened it, and then closed it, still standing in your hotel room. Meanwhile you were listening to hear him leave, and when the door shut you began crying again. Then suddenly strong arms were tapped around your body, pulling you in close. You jumped.

“Hey hey, it’s just me” Dylan said stroking your hair

“But-but you left” you said looking up at him confused

“I didn’t, I’m sorry angel but I needed you to be honest with me” he said looking at you in your eyes. His heart breaking into a million pieces, he hated seeing you like this.

“I-I’m so sorry” you said beginning to cry even harder

“Don’t be sorry angel, it’s ok I’m here” he said hushing you and continuing to stroke you hair. He held you in his arms and never let you go. He held you as you cried, though he was also breaking inside.

After what seemed like forever, your tears ran out and you began to calm down. Dylan still holding you close.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked sweetly

“Not really” you said sniffling

“You know I will go back and kill That guy if you want me too right?” He said pulling away from you so he could see your face

You didn’t look at him in the eyes, though his tried to find yours

“No it’s ok, really. That guy was a Douche bag, it’s not his fault I have shit” because you had just been crying and weren’t thinking strait, those words just slipped through your mouth. Dylan’s eyes widened and he moved your chin to that you had to face him.

“What kind of shit?” He asked

“Nothing” you said

He widened his eyes saying “really?”

You nodded in response to his action.

“Come on Y/N I’m here, please just talk to me” he pleaded

You stood up and out of Dylan’s grasp. “Listen Dylan, there is a lot you don’t know about me, and it’s all for good reason, ok? I recommend leaving it alone” you said

“I have left it alone for long enough Y/N!” He said standing up as well

“Whatever Dylan” you said waving away his statement

“No! Do not shut me out!” He said walking over to you again grabbing you hands, you could tell he was getting mad, but when he grabbed you it scared you

“No stop! Please! I’m sorry!” You pleaded, Dylan let go of your hands. His heart broke. He looked at you with concerned eyes.

“I’m sorry” he said, he noticed you were shaking, he was so confused, your reaction wasn’t normal. “Please just talk to me, please?”

You sighed and sat down on the bed, putting your face in your hands. Dylan sighed, giving up he began walking away when suddenly you began talking.

“I was 20, it was the first week of my sophomore year of college, my best friend at the time was bugging me about going to some frat party for back to school, the guys she liked had asked her to come and bring a friend. I told her I had to study but she didn’t believe me because it was the first week of school. I wasn’t a party person but I gave in. We got there, and she was drunkenly talking to the guy. I only had one drink, that the guy, his name was Brandon gave me. I started to feel sick and I went to go lie down. I was not thinking strait and when Brandon offered to help me I accepted, he carried me to the bedroom and put me down on the bed. By that time I was confused but barely conscious. He um…” you hesitated, Dylan stared at u in disbelief “he rapped me, he fucking rapped me. I tried to tell my friend but she just accused me of being jealous and not happy for her, saying Brandon would never do that. She never spoke to me again. Then a year later my boyfriend, who I had only been dating for a month or so wanted to ya know do it and I told him I wasn’t ready, I lied telling him I was a virgin. He was fine with it and he said he would wait. He asked again a month later and I still said no, this time he was more angry. We fought and I told him what happened and he called me a slut. We didn’t technically break up but we didn’t really speak. I felt bad so one time I decided to surprise him in his dorm. He was there with another girl. He cheated on me. I never told anyone else about what Brandon did to me. Not my parents, not my friends, not the police.” You finished in tears again

Dylan’s heart was in a million pieces, his best friend was raped and he didn’t know about it. Ofc it was a few years before you met him but he still kicked himself for not protecting you. He loved you! He loved you so damn much. He walked and he wrapped you up in his arms.

“It’s okay angel” he spoke softly so he would scare you. He let his emotions take hold of him, he no longer had control of what he said, “I love you so much and I will never ever leave you or hurt you, I will always protect you.” He told you

You looked up, he just said that he loved you, “what?” You asked

Dylan then realized what he had said “oh um ha” he said scratching the back of his head, screw it he thought. “Ya I love you Y/N, I have loved you for a long time, and and I feel bad telling you now, I don’t wanna take advantage of you but I do. I love you and-“ he was cut off by your lips on his. They were soft, moved as if they were meant for each other.

“I love you too” you said as you smiled

Dylan let out a breath of relief and kissed you again. When Dylan met you, you were nervous about your new job next to big actors, Dylan hugged you trying to comfort you. You never forgot that hug.

You layed in his arms, and for once in a long time you felt light, happy, and safe. And it was all because of one innocent hug.

#dylan obrien #the maze runner

[leerongrong]

of dispatch and jealousy.

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: In which you’re dragged into a dating scandal with your not-so-boyfriend Jaemin and actual boyfriend Mark gets jealous.

Requested: yess!! what if you wrote a mark x idol!reader where she’s best friends with dream and he gets jealous over her being on a variety show with jaemin and she never leaves jaemin’s  side during it bc she’s nervous and he’s the only one she knows?

“Just relax.” Bright studio lights are somewhat blinding, they stand tall and loom over the figures standing side by side to each other. The studio’s buzzing with life as staff and crew members hustle around the space to prepare the stars for their filming schedule, one of them standing in front of you to add finishing touches to your makeup while another behind you, adding hair spray to your already frigid hair. Your eyes are trailing to the side, where you see one of your best friends in a similar condition. “Besides, you look prettier when you smile.”

The smile that breaks out on Jaemin’s face is sweet, the same one you always see him wear on camera, and it’s almost contagious that your lips start to stretch into one. You and Jaemin are currently on set for a variety show, sent as SM’s representatives along with a few other groups from other agencies, all of them unknown people to you, knowing none of them with only Jaemin as your companion.

“Mark-hyung agrees with me too.” He’s putting both of his hands on his waist, in a mocking fashion along with puffing his chest out and trying his best in imitating Mark’s voice. “She’s so pretty when she smiles- I mean she’s always pretty but like especially when she smiles, the really big one you know? Honestly every one of her smiles are angelic but- you get what i mean right, Jaems?”

The giggle he pulls out of you is angelic, shaking your whole body while your lips form into a smile. Jaemin’s been the only few people who could pull a genuine smile out of you, the other one being Mark Lee, your otherwise current boyfriend of 6 months.

Jaemin was the one who introduced you, claiming with a wink that, “The two of you were meant for each other.” and while you’d never been one for measly crushes, you couldn’t deny the fact that Mark had you enamoured by your 3rd meet up with him. You both had hit it off enough to write your tittle song together, the one which you used to confess your feelings to him and had hit number 1 in Melon the same day the two of you had gotten together, talk about a win win.

“You really shouldn’t day dream about Hyung here.” Jaemin’s face is up close to yours and he has a teasing smile on his face as he boops your nose along with jabbing his fingers into your stomach. “People could find out.”

Your hairstylist rolls her eyes at the two of you, clearly entertained by your jabs and nicks at each other. She adds another clip into your hair before parting on her way while your eyes are scanning the other idols, along with Jaemin, smiling politely when one of them sends a wave your way.

“Everyone! Let’s get started!”

Thinking back on the variety show you did with Jaemin a few months ago, you couldn’t think of anything wrong. It had gone of smoothly, both the MC’s and other idols had been nothing but sweet to you, some even ended up being your friend afterwards. But as you’re sitting down in your own dorm, phone in hand while scrolling down the multiple headlines and news about you and Jaemin supposedly dating, you suppose you guessed wrong.

(BREAKING) DIspatch Reveals NCT Dream’s Na Jaemin and Soloist Y/N Are Dating.

Dispatch has confirmed another 2020′s SM Couple: NCT Dream’s Na Jaemin and Soloist Y/N!

Every year, Korean news outlet Dispatch rings in by revealing new celebrity couples to the public. This year, they released photos proving that NCT Dream’s Na Jaemin and Soloist Y/N have been secretly seeing each other.

According to Dispatch, Jaemin picked Y/N up at her dorm after shortly coming back from his sold out world tour, the two wearing masks and hats to cover their faces before they went to a restaurant for their date.

Dispatch also caught the couple walking while holding hands with each other very often, in between schedules or at filming sights. One of which is weekly idol, where a leaked footage reveals the couple acting very lovey dovey with each other on set.

The dorm is silent, not one sound in the air. The clock is ticking soundly while the cooked dinner you had set up slowly begins to become cold with the amount of time you’ve chosen to scroll down your phone while biting at your nails.

user 0945: i think they’re cute with each other.

user 4790: shouldn’t she be focusing on her career first? she debuts in SM and she’s wasting her time on dating? what an idiot.

user 6905: what does jaemin even see in her?

user 4823: she’s human too! it should be her choice to date.

user 8755: they’ve been dating for 2 years? wow.. we really don’t know our idols after all..

You’re taking in one comment after the other, some of your fans shipping you with Jaemin while others are bashing at the fact that you’ve chosen to get a boyfriend, claiming you as theirs to begin with. Your heart is filled with anxiety, a feeling of everything closing in at once and you’re taking in deep breaths to reduce the amount of stress you feel in your system.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! You have 25 new messages.

[22:10] Lee MinMark sent a message.

Babe? Are you okay?

[22:11] Lee MinMark sent a message.

Babe, please read your texts.

[22:12] You have one (1) missed voice call from Lee MinMark.

[22:13] Lee MinMark sent a message.

Answer your phone. Please. I need to know if you’re okay.

[22:13] Lee MinMark sent a voicemall.

[22:15] You have two (2) missed voice calls from Lee MinMark.

[22:15] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message.

so we’re dating now??

[22:15] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message.

does hyung know about this??

[22:17] You have four (4) missed voice call from Lee MinMark.

[22:17] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message.

hyung looks worried and pissed

[22:17] Boss Manager sent a message.

Do not give any information to the press. You need to stay quiet until this blows over.

[22:17] You have seven (7) missed voice calls from Lee MinMark.

[22:18] Boss Manager sent a message.

Come to the office tomorrow. We need to have a talk.

[22:19] Lee MinMark sent a message.

Fuck it. I’m coming over.

[22:20] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message. 

hyung’s coming over to you!

[23:07] Boss Manager sent a message.

Stay calm and be safe.

Your ears perk up when multiple knocks come from the door, fast and more urgent one after the other, turning into rapped jabs at the wooden surface. It soon turns into outright banging and your phone falls down to the carpeted floor below at the sound. You’re raising yourself up on shaky feet, slowly reaching out to grab the emergency bat beside the door and tiptoeing to peep through the fish eye door camera you installed for emergencies like this.

The door bursts open and you’re yelping, swinging the bat blindly at the unknown person in your home. “It’s me! It’s me! It’s Mark!”

“Mark? Are you out of your mind!?” The bat mistakenly hits Mark on his shoulder, him letting out a groan and kneeling down while clutching his injured shoulder. “I’m sorry! Oh My God. Are you okay?”

The door shuts with a soft click while Mark’s still bent down in front of him, promptly groaning when the wood catches on his shirt. You’re shuffling around, running to the freezer for an ice pack to help your boyfriend. The ice is cold in your hands, the material numbing your fingers as you press it down onto his injury.

“Are you okay?”

“How are you?”

You break out into a fit of giggles while Mark lets out a few chuckles, the both of you stilling for a moment before you tear of his cap and mask, revealing the face of your boyfriend. The bags around Mark’s eyes have worsened since the last you saw him, along with the obvious stress lines on his face and frizzy hair from too much hair dye as an added plus.

The dorm is still as silent as ever, this time the sounds of slurping noodles are added to the mix along with the sound of chattering news outlets on TV. Your eyes are wrapped around Mark’s neck as you sit in his lap, head laying in the crook of his shoulder as he works one his hands around your waist while the other sets down the cup of noodles on the desk beside him.

“How are you doing?” He mumbles, lips finding their way to your forehead to leave a peck in place. “About the dating thing.”

“I’m fine.” Your eyelids are starting to droop, the warmth Mark emits adding to the stressful situation makes you want to fall asleep and forget all your worries, even just for a little while. You lean back, eyes flicking up to meet his when he nods as an answer. “How about you?”

“What do you mean?” Mark’s eyes are a soft brown with a tint of gold to them, holding specks of stolen sunlight in them, the kind that you’d miss just with one glance. They’re filled with a raw emotion, an unwavering gaze that sometimes you find hard to meet, along with the earth’s unfiltered beauty that is so fascinating yet intriguing to memorize. “With the comeback? Babe?”

“I mean- yes, the comeback.” You laugh at the confused look at his face, his expression looking similarly like that of a confused puppy and you’re reminding yourself to change his names in your contacts. “But like- more of the me dating Jaemin news.”

“Oh” He mumbles, “I don’t really have an opinion on that..”

You’re tilting your head the moment he finishes his sentence. You know, for a fact, Mark’s never been one to back track on his words and you’re sure the way he spoke sounded more of like a question than it did a statement. “That’s good. I guess..”

“Are you staying the night?”

Mark’s head shoots up from its resting point in the crook of your neck, and he’s staring at you with a look of wonder in his eyes that had you ducking from his gaze, mouth stretching into a shy smile as you see a smile spread on his.

“You just had a dating scandal spread about you and your best friend,” He laughs, “But you still want me to stay over? I really am glad I’m dating you.”

Mark’s hands are pinching at your cheeks, his hands stretching the supple flesh while he scrunches his nose. Your own are entangled behind his neck, tugging the hairs on the nape of his neck with a scrunch of your own nose. It was moments like these that made you fall in love with Mark, the dorky boy that had his nose pressed up against glass, watching a thunderstorm and laughing. As an idol yourself, you found Mark most beautiful not when he had full on make up, but when he didn’t. You fell in love with him when he was lying on the carpet, hair a mess, laughing about something he saw on the internet. When he wasn’t trying to impress anyone, and had taken down all the walls he built for most people.

Six months in and all you knew was that Mark’s your muse, the one you write songs about, and the one who holds your heart.

Mark opens his eyes to the sound of your phone humming lowly and you asleep with his arms around you. He’s reaching his arm for the phone slowly in hopes he doesn’t wake you up from his movements.

You have 3 new messages.

[3:07] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message.

mark hyung went over to yours a few hours ago and he hasn’t come back yet

[3:07] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message. 

is he over with you?

[3:08] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message.

lovie, answer your phone please :(

A scoff comes out from Mark’s mouth the moment his eyes land on the nickname Jaemin specifically has for you. Even before the dating news broke out, Mark’s always been a bit jealous of you and Jaemin’s bond, the people around him always thinking Jaemin’s the one who stole your heart. Jaemin, the one who’s been by your side and who knows you the best, Na Jaemin and not Mark Lee.

You have 5 new messages.

[3:09] You have one (1) missed call from “Lover” Boy Nana.

[3:10] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a voice mail.

[3:11] You sent a message to “Lover” Boy Nana.

Stop messaging MY girlfriend at 3 AM, Na.

Tapping sounds fill the air as Mark turns off your phone before placing it somewhere behind him, he’s looking down at you to make sure he hasn’t woken you up and he’s smiling at the sight of you sleeping on his chest. Mark’s putting his hands under your feet, lifting you up bridal style to place you on your bed. He’s tucking you in when your hands grab at the front of his shirt.

“Don’t leave,” You mumble, “Stay, please.”

“You know I can’t.” Mark’s bending down to press a kiss onto your forehead, cheeks warming when he sees you unconsciously smile in your sleep. Even when he wishes he could spend the night snuggled up with you, he doesn’t want you to get into more trouble than you already have. “I’ll text you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.”

The room is engulfed in darkness the moment Mark’s fingers touch the lamp, his footsteps echoing just a bit before disappearing completely once the door clicks shut. He’s crouching down to throw out his used ramen bowl into the trash can in the kitchen, hands multitasking as he also picks up his hat and mask from the desk.

Mark’s looking back to the direction of your bedroom while he puts his mask on, fixing the hat onto his head. The image of your slightly messy bedhead and cute pout appears in his head and he’s shaking his head, lips parting to let out a chuckle. “One day, they’ll know about us.”

The sun’s rays wake you up from your sleep, groaning at the light that hits your eyes. Your joints and muscles protest when you sit up in bed, wanting nothing but to go back to sleep. Your legs hit the floor, slightly trembling when you feel the cold wood in contrast to your warm temperature, and you’re walking out of your room in search of your boyfriend and your phone.

The dinging from the kitchen catches your attention and you make a beeline for it, doing a slight victory dance when you find your phone on the kitchen counter right next to some chocolate you’re sure you didn’t have yesterday.

You have new messages.

[3:11] You sent a message to “Lover” Boy Nana.

Stop messaging MY girlfriend at 3 AM, Na.

[3:12] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message. 

omo omo hyung no need to be so grumpy

[3:12] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message. 

im just “dating” her not  d a t i n g  her

[3:13] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message. 

come back to the dorms before manager realizes you’re gone

[3:14] You sent a message to “Lover” Boy Nana. 

yeah yeah omw

[3:39] Lee MinMark sent a message. 

I’m sorry I didn’t stay over! Don’t want you getting in more trouble

[3:40] Lee MinMark sent a message. 

Good night, and I love you.

[7:45] Boss Manager sent a message. 

Meeting at 10. Don’t be late.

The smile that spreads on your face is automatic and the giddiness feels like a wake up call from your previously still drowsy self. Your fingers work nimbly, tapping out words to text Mark before a text arrives just before you sent it.

You have new messages.

[8:13] Lee MinMark sent a message. 

“I fought my eyes

to stay awake.

No dream

was prettier

than the way she slept.”

[8:13] You changed Lee MinMark’s name to Lion Cub.

[8:13] You sent a message to Lion Cub.

I knew you were jealous!

[8:14] Lion Cub sent a message.

Good morning to you too. Sleep well?

[8:14] You sent a message to Lion Cub.

I did! Would’ve been better with you next to me tho :(

[8:14] You sent a message to Lion Cub.

Also that poem is just ugh :(

[8:23] You sent a message to Lion Cub.

Mark? Where did you go?

[8:25]  Pwark Ji-Ji sent a message.

mark hyung banned me from texting you for a week :(

[8:25]  Pwark Ji-Ji sent a message. 

why is he like this :(

[8:25]  Pwark Ji-Ji sent a message. 

so mean :(

[8:26]  Pwark Ji-Ji sent a message.

this is nana btw! hyung’s taking a shower rn and jisung let me borrow his phone eheh

[8:26]  Pwark Ji-Ji sent a message.

no, actually i lied. i stole it from him

[8:26]  Pwark Ji-Ji sent a message.

have a good day, lovie!! ill see you later at that meeting (mark hyung doesnt know btw eheheh)

[8:26] You sent a message to Pwark Ji-Ji.

You’re horrible, Na! Give sungiie his phone back :(

[8:26] You sent a message to Pwark Ji-Ji. 

See you later!! (Also, hi sungiie!!)

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Bakugo x Reader; Catch Ya Later

Bakugo is suspicious of Reader, who seems to be perfect in every way. He is obsessed with finding her dirty secret, or could he be obsessed for another reason?

Enjoy the series! <3 one two three

Bakugo was sitting at his desk, waiting for the teacher to arrive when you walk in. He only looks at you for a second or two before you are crowded around by students. “Huh, what’s the big deal?” Bakugo asks himself, not meaning for Mineta to turn around and pull out magazines with your photos on it.

“She’s a model, see?! She models for Peace & Positivity! It’s a hero agency that trains people to disarm villains in the least violent way possible! She had a nature quirk, see? Look at that pic of her in a bikini! See how to fish are drawn to her? Oh, and here she’s wearing a crop top and the parrots land on her head!”

Bakugo takes the magazine, looking at it. Sure, he can’t help but look at you from time to time, but mostly he reads the Meet the Model. You say that you’re the shy type, have a thing for bad boys, and you want to become a hero. You have long h/c hair and beautiful, bright e/c eyes with long eye lashes. You always wear a vine on your wrist that’s connected to your body for your hero use.

You’re short, almost an entire foot below Katsuki. Bakugo puts the magazine in his backpack, knowing that he will learn your deal before tomorrow. You cannot be the perfect, innocent girl you appear to be. Katsuki wants to find your secrets.

Over the next day, Bakugo watches you from a far. You are beyond the most popular girl in the school, becoming quick friends with everyone in the class and even the older years, especially the Big Three who you already have plans with. Bakugo notices how Nejire looks up and down at you and your body. It makes him angry for some reason.

When Bakugo is done with his research, he can’t find a single bad thing about you. You’re beautiful, sweet, kind, friendly, funny, and very single. Were you secretly a villain? Bakugo had to put you to the test.

Bakugo walks up to you during the morning, pounding his fists on your desk when Mina and few of your other friends surround you. “Um, hi?” You ask, not really knowing who he is. He looks like the annoying Pomeranian named Lady that your aunt has, and his glowing red eyes give you a devil feel.

“Listen Miss Little Perfect, what the hell are you doing in the hero course?! You’re a peaceful little girl with a nature quirk, and honestly, I don’t see how a nature quirk can help you be a hero.” Everyone looks at Bakugo with bug-eyes. How could he say that about you?!

“Dude, she was recommended into UA. I don’t think you understand what that-” Bakugo smacks Denki in the head multiple times. “Hey! Stop it!” You defend him, the vine shooting from your wrist and wrapping around Bakugo’s arm to push him away.

“Don’t hurt Kaminari like that!” You yell as Bakugo walks up to you, small explosions coming from his palms. “Oh now you want to tell me what to do?! Oh you, better wait because I-” The explosions stop as Aizawa walks into the room, shutting you up.

“We’re doing training. Everyone will have a partner. We’re doing heroes vs villains. Now everyone draw a number and go change into your hero costumes.” Everyone went to get a number, and then went to change. You went with Ochako, Momo, Asui, and Mina.

“What was that all about?”, “I think he likes you!”, “He was so rude.”, and “You put him in his place for sure!” filled your ears as you got changed. Heading out, you looked at your slip of paper. You got a blue slip, and was 1#. “Huh, what does that mean?” You asked yourself as All Might stepped out to talk.

“Now, if you are blue, you are trying to get the bomb. If you got a red slip, you are playing to protect it at all costs. Now, can we have 1 come up here. We will use them as our first examples. And don’t worry, all of this is completely safe. We will step in if you get close to being hurt.” He smiled brightly as you stood up.

“Now, Deku and Todoroki will be the heroes! You two will be protecting the bomb!” He explained to the class what the heroes were doing, which was pretty simple.

“Wonderful! Young Y/n is our first villain, along with Bakugo!” WHAT. You turned to see the angry Bakugo walking towards you, looking furious. “Now here’s what you will be doing!” As he went on the explain, you didn’t really listen. All you knew was that you and Bakugo would be working together to get your hands on a large item in the building, while Deku and Todoroki would trying to stop you with a time limit of ten minutes.

The entire time he talked, Bakugo’s angry red eyes stared into your soul, piercing into your brain and thoughts. Scary stuff right there.

“Wonderful! Now get in place!” All Might let you go, setting up the cameras for the class to watch as you and Bakugo walked to the edge of building. “Okay, so I’m thinking that you can blow up the ground and make it hard to walk around, and then we can use my vines to get by.” Bakugo scoffed at your plan, waving you away. “Just stay out of my way, I don’t need you.” You looked at Bakugo intensely.

“Bakugo! I’m not failing this because you don’t like me! Now stop being a child!” You scolded him as he turned to you, a smirk on his face. “I’ll stop being a child when you stop thinking you’re the best thing in the world even though you’re just a weak slut who models for all the perverts in the world to stare at while you think you can become a hero because you’re pretty. Just watch, I’m a lot more powerful than you. Everyone in this class is.” 

As the countdown started, Bakugo turned away from you, not seeing your eyes fill with tears. When the countdown was over, Bakugo sprinted into the hallway, exploding every wall in his path. “God, doesn’t he know we need to be quiet?” You asked yourself, before using the vine on your wrist to life you to the ceiling to transport you. 

The ceilings were high and people didn’t look up often, so you could spring down on unsuspecting competitors. Up and down the hallway, you listened to the sounds that surrounded you before you heard Bakugo screaming. Without hesitating, you dropped to the ground and began running as fast as you could, only stopping when you saw Bakugo fighting Deku, Deku getting ready to hit Bakugo with his full strength.

“Bakugo! Watch out!” You slammed your body into Bakugo, pushing him away. In seconds, you were able to use the vine on your wrist to grow and wrap around Deku’s leg before the vine sprouted a single flower. “What the-” Bakugo began to speak before you handed him a piece of cloth that was detachable from your hero suit.

“Hold this to your mouth! If you breathe it in, you fall asleep!” You yelled, shoving another cloth over your own mouth, letting the flower release a pink midnight. “Y-you’re like Midnight.” Bakugo couldn’t help but smile as Deku slowly drifted off to sleep. “Eh, I have higher standards. Now let’s go!” You joked, before running to the nearest wall. 

“Katsuki, give me your hand!” You yelled, gripping his hand without an answer and using the vine to propel you two through the hole in the ceiling. Once you got up there, you had a full view of the object. “Get it!” Bakugo yelled, helping to push you forward towards the bomb.

Then, out of nowhere, Todoroki jumped out, using his fire to blast you into the window. The next few seconds was a full blur. Glass shattered, your skin was on fire, and you were screaming. Bakugo and Todoroki ran to your side, seeing that your skin was bleeding and burnt. “Y/n, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you were so close, I thought you were down the hallway!” Todoroki yelled as you pushed Bakugo away. 

“Get… the… thing Bakugo! You wanted to win!” You screamed in pain, tears streaming down your face as the alarms went off in the building. “What? No, Y/n. This is over.” He was right. As you grinded your teeth in pain, Bakugo was able to carry you bridal style to where to teachers were waiting. 

“Oh my god, Y/n!” Aizawa and All Might ran towards you, Aizawa prying you from Bakugo’s arms. “No! You said she would be okay! You said you’d watch to make sure nobody got hurt! You lied!” Bakugo yelled angrily, sobbing at All Might as everyone watched Aizawa run you to Recovery Girl, him holding an unconscious you in his arms.

“And you! You burned her! You sent her flying to glass!” Bakugo ran at Todoroki, many students having to hold him back. “You pushed her asshole!” Todoroki ran pack, All Might having to pick him up to keep him from charging each other.

The rest of the day was cancelled, and everyone was sent back to class where Present Mic tried to cheer everyone up with dad jokes and funny stories about Aizawa during his high school days. Everyone couldn’t get the view of you, your entire back burnt up in 3rd degree burns and your arms and neck cut up by the window glass.

Bakugo especially… You had been in so much pain after he had told you to run for it. It was his fault really. And on top of everything, he had said such terrible things to you.

“Sensei!” Bakugo held his hand up, getting his attention. “I… need to go check up on Y/n. Please.” He quietly begged, trying not to draw attention as Present Mic sighed and nodded, letting Bakugo run out.

He ran as fast as he could, turning the corner to see you laying on the bed, your entire chest and back wrapped in bandages, your arms as well. “Shh, I just got her to sleep. Gave her the strongest sleep medication I got. You’re that Katsuki one, the one she was talking about, right?” Recover Girl asked, sitting at her desk. “Y-yes mam. I was just… checking on her.” Bakugo sat down next to your head, running his hands through your hair.

“Don’t lie to me boy. You feel bad, don’t you? That Todoroki came by earlier too. Y/n is a sweet girl, I’m not surprised she has as many boys as she does visiting her. You think she’s pretty?” Recovery Girl asked, walking over to Y/n and pressing her hand on her back. Bakugo blushed, choosing not to answer the question.

It did anger him that Todoroki had gotten to talk to her while she was awake. “Anyways, I doubt she’ll be up until later. You won’t see her until this evening in the dorms, I’m sorry.” She walked back to her desk, chewing on a piece of taffy.

“Um, what time do you think?” Bakugo asked, eager to wait for her. “Oh, you want to walk her to the dorms? How cute. Todoroki asked me the same thing. I’ll have her out by the end of school. Just make sure she rests tonight, okay? Those burns will be okay by tomorrow. Now shoo.” Recovery Girl sent him out of the room as Bakugo smiled.

Now that he thought about it, Y/n was very pretty.

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Impulse~ Part 12

Group: BTS

Au: Superhero

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x OC

Summary: Main Character has lost their job and needed money to pay for college, so they become a villain because it pays really well. The boys are a superhero group named Bangtan under organization named The Elite. The evil organization is called The Organization because I'm super original. Jungkook and OC are freshman  in second semester of college. Jimin and Taehyung are sophomores in college. Namjoon and Hoseok are juniors in college. Yoongi is a senior and Jin is graduated and working at The Elite. Basically Jungkook has a crush on OC in college, but doesn't know she's a super villain working against him so it's that kind of story.

                                                Impulse Masterlist

3rd POV

It's been about three days since the kidnapping and Mina still hadn't come back to school. The boys knew they couldn't visit unless they were in their suits but even then it would be a little odd since they normally don't visit victims. Minas best friend sunny has also been out but the boys assume that she must be taking care of Mina.

Mina’s POV

"Ughhhhh I just want to be out of here already. I've missed so many classes."

Jae releases a soft chuckle.

"Well considering you pretended to be kidnapped and beat up you do need to keep up appearances by staying home to ‘recover’."

“Hey! I told you I had to do that to avoid suspicion.”

I end my sentence with a punch to his shoulder, resulting in an clearly playfully offended glare from Jay.

For a second we both sit in silence, both of us being used to Sunny pretending to play peacemaking to our ‘arguments’. 

"I know it’s only been a few days but I miss her."

I feel the sympathetic eyes of Jae boring into me, and shift my attention to the wall as I pace around continuing my rant.

“She shouldn’t have been there in the first place. I was the one that hit was meant for. I-I should have done something to stop him!”

CRASH

I heave out painful pants watching the equipment I just kicked land across the room. 

I feel a pull on my arm and turn to see Jay, having to turn my head away once again at the pity filling his gaze.

“You blaming yourself, Mina. Even Sunny has told you its not your fault. It was her idea and we both know there is nothing you could have done to stop them from where you were.”

A small rational part of me knows his words hold some kind of weight; however, the emotional part of me can’t forget the moment I heard that Golden boy had pulled on Sunny’s arm hard enough to dislocate it. Knowing she has to stay in the hospital for another four days on top of the three she’s already been there fills my heart with constant worry.

I feel a nudge on my arm and turn to Jay once again. He seems to always know when I’m stuck in my head. We sit for another moment with no words exchanged before he expels a sigh.

"I think it's been long enough....you can go back to school tomorrow"

I turn to him in disbelief searching his eyes fo any lies before squealing and covering him in a hug. 

"Yeah yeah I know you're excited but know that you have to come up with an excuse for Sunny’s absence!"

I nod quickly in agreement just happy to get out of the apartment again and run off to get ready for school tomorrow. I can’t help but feel relief to finally have a distraction from everything going on, and pretend to be normal once again.

The one thing about going back to school that I was not prepared for was the staring. It was easy to forget that the kidnapping was just a largely covered news story when the only people I talked to about it knew it was fake. Everyone here is probably expecting me to break down in tears any moment from such a traumatic event. For now all I can do is keep my head down and wait for sunny to come back. However it seemed that the universe had other plans.

"Mina! Is that you?"

Turning to the right revealed Kim Taehyung was the one asking the question everyone was too scared to. Surveying him properly I could see he was surrounded by the rest of his friends per usual. I straighten up my posture in preparation and give a quick awkward wave before beginning my trek over to the group of boys.

"Haha yeah, I just got out of the hospital yesterday"

"Oh, well we are all glad you are okay. Everybody was worried when they heard what happened to you."

I turn in response to Park Jimin’s words and surprisingly enough could see that he was being genuine even though we don’t know each other all that well. My mouth can’t help but form a shy smile as I thank them all for their well wishes.

We all stand there for a second clearly not knowing what to say next. Right as I’m about to come up with an excuse to leave the awkward situation Namjoon managed to find something to talk about. However, it was the one topic I was hoping to avoid.

"Where's your friend, Sunny?"

Sucking in a breath I attempt to explain to the group the hopefully believable story I’ve come up with about Sunny getting sick the other day and not being able to come to school for a couple days.

The boys all give slightly wary, and even suspicious(?) looks to each other before Kim Seokjin piped in. 

"Kind of a weird coincidence that she got sick right after your kidnapping, talk about bad timing."

He ended his sentence with a slightly awkward laugh as if to excuse the somewhat insensitive comment. I can’t help but furrow my eyebrows a bit, but try to keep my cool and come up with a good excuse on the fly.

"Yeah I guess you could say that although I personally think she got sick because of me. One of our friends told me she basically wouldn't sleep or eat until I was found and she was practically camping out by my bedside in the hospital."

Thankfully the story sold well without the real specifics of her hospital stay; although, the involuntary wince that came with mentioning Sunny’s condition probably helped my case. 

Some of the boys smacked Seokjin’s side for his comment, and to give him credit he did look guilty. Then out of nowhere Jung Hoseok, a well-known social butterfly, jumped in.

"If you want you can hang out with us until Sunny is back at school! We wouldn't want you spending time between classes all by yourself!"

I look up surprised by his invitation and surprisingly enough all of the boys looked like they were in agreement with his statement. Normally I would kindly reject the offer but honestly I was feeling a bit lonely without Sunny by my side, so I give a little nod and all the boys have a small cheer. I quickly took a seat next to Taehyung as he was the one who originally called me over and personally has always give off a friendly vibe to me.  

The second I sit down he begins talking my ear off; however, I appreciate the distraction and change of subject from the previous conversation. I try to pay attention to what he’s saying to me but a hushed conversation nearby peaks my interest instead. It seems to be between Hoseok and Jungkook, but all I can pick out are some mumbles.

“She.....well..I just thought.... gives......chance..talk..” 

I don’t even notice I’ve completely turned my head to look at the two in an attempt to understand their conversation until I notice Jungkook looking right back at me. He nudges Hoseok causing the older boy to stop mid-sentence. I send a small smile their way in hopes of lessening the tension rising, which seems to do the trick as they both send small smiles back to me.

Looking at Jungkook reminds me of my last encounter with him and I sit up a little straighter before asking him,

“Hey, Jungkook how’s your little puppy doing?”

He looks confused for a split second before what look like realization crosses his face and he turns a little red and begins rubbing the back of his neck while he answers.

“Oh, uh he’s doing good. Thank you for asking.”

I tilt my head a bit at his answer noticing that he seems to be avoiding eye contact with me.

“Well, I would love to see him again sometime. Let me know when you bring him back to campus”

He nods in my direction at my statement, still avoiding eye contact with me.

Suddenly, from next to me Taehyung pipes in,

“Oh, Jungkookie has no way to contact you though why don’t you exchange numbers so he can let you know!”

I manage to catch Jungkook give Taehyung a slightly murderous, yet embarrassed look and before either can say anything more I quickly jump in.

“Yeah, that makes sense to me! Do you want me to put it in your phone for you?”

I ask this while staring directly at him hoping for some eye contact from the shy, yet adorable, boy. He looks up just in time for me to see his shocked eyes before turning and grabbing his phone from his bag. Once the phone is in my hands I quickly type in my number as well as sending myself a quick text in order to save his number to my phone. As I’m about to hand it back I notice the time on the phone being close to my first class starting. 

I stand up grabbing my stuff mentioning my observation to the boys before turning to Jungkook once again.

“Make sure to inform me once that puppy of yours is back on campus, and feel free to send my number to the other boys if any of you need something, okay?”

He nods in response. I can’t help but notice the slight pink in his cheeks and chuckle a little at the cute reaction. Before I can over-analyze that last thought I send one last smile to all the boys and turn away to head to class. 

#jeon jungkook #bts superhero au #bts #bts park jimin #bts kim taehyung #bts kim seokjin #bts kim namjoon #bts min yoongi #bts jung hoseok #jeon jungkook x reader #bts college au

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Could I request an Omi x female reader “how they met” headcanon? (Can be sfw and nsfw) thanks !

OKAY OKAY CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW PRECIOUS OMI IS FOR A SECOND! He is my 3rd best boi and I love him so much! Thank you for requesting the first SFW/NSFW A3! headcanon! I went all out just for you ^^. ENJOY!

OMI X FEM! READER: HOW THEY MET

Sfw

(Since Omi is a college student, it would only feel right that you guys met at college! Maybee….PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB!!)

You had been interested in the different clubs your school had to offer since it had been your first year in college. You had visited almost every club room, but none had sparked your interest. 

You decide to take a break and grab a drink from a vending machine and that’s when you see him. A man with dark brown hair taking photos of the flowers that are in the garden. He smiles while putting his camera down to look at the scenery.

You stare in awe at his beauty (honestly who wouldn’t) and completely forget about getting a drink. He turns and sees you staring. He waves and walks over.

“Hey, my name is Omi. Are you interested in photography? I can tell you more about it!” 

“Well, no not really, but I don’t have another club to join so I’ll hear you out.”

You guys spend 20 minutes talking about the club and about the types of photos he takes. He goes through his camera roll to show you some of his favorites.

“Omi…your pictures are so beautiful!” You smile. He laughs and asks if you are interested in joining. After seeing his work, you decide to join.

You spend every afterschool together going to different places shooting photographs. He teaches you how to use a camera and what the easiest pictures to take for beginners are. 

Over time, he trusts you more and talks about his past and his scar, saying that he’s only told a couple of people. He also tells you about the acting troupe that he is in and how they just recently put on their first show. You listen to all his stories about how some guys in his troupe named Banri and Juza are always fighting and how Sakyo always has to break them up. He talks about Taichi, his roommate the most, and how he is like a younger brother to him.

After spending a lot of time together, you start to realize that these mini outings are kinda…like…DATES!? Ever since you had that realization, you started to develop feelings for him.  

One time while walking together, he runs into what looks like one of his friends. 

“Omimi! What’s up bro- OML ARE YOU WITH A GIRL?!” Kazunari shrieks.

“Ah yes, Y/N, this is my friend and fellow actor, Kazunari.” Omi points to Kazunari and smiles. 

“Wow you’re gorgeous gal! A total babe. Is this your girl Omimi?” He laughs.

“Not yet hahaha. Anyways, we have to go take more photos for our assignment, so excuse us.” Omi waves as he nods at you to follow. You wave goodbye to Kazunari and walk next to Omi. You think to yourself about how quirky Kazunari is and then it hits you… OMI SAID NOT YET. You start to question your existence as Omi taps your arm. “Mind stopping at this park for a few? There’s something I want to show you.”

“Sounds good to me. Let’s go!” You say as calm as possible. You are freaking out on the inside as he leads you to the part of the park with a lot of flowers. He stops and stares at the flowers, just like the first time you met. You turn away from him and look at the flowers yourself. “Omi, they are absolutely gorgeous!” You beam.

“Not as beautiful as…you,” Omi whispers as he turns to you. “Um…Y/N. This may be sudden but I…I like you. I really like you. Even though you know about my troubled past, you continue to stay by my side everyday. Thank you for that. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t feel ready, but I thought it would be wrong to hide my feelings any longer.” Omi scratches the back of his head and blushes. You grin and grab one of his hands.

“Of course I like you, you big doof! I’m so glad I finally got that off my chest. Ahh that feels nice,” You sigh. “Since we both like each other…AHEM…Will you, Omi Fushimi, go out with me?” You grab his other hand and swing it a bit.

“Of course I, Omi Fushimi, will go out with you!” He chuckles as he squeezes your hand.

AND THAT’S HOW YOU AND MOMMY OMI STARTED DATING! NOW FOR THE FBJHBWE PART…

Nsfw

After a few weeks of dating, he introduced you to everyone at Mankai. They instantly fell in love with you, and call you dad since you are dating mama Omi XD. 

Fast forward a couple of months and you are almost always in the dorms. On your free days, you relax at the dorm and watch tv with the boys while snuggling with Omi. 

One day, you decide you want to spend your time cuddling with Omi. You walk into the dorm, say hi to everyone, and walk to his room. You knock and hear footsteps. Your boyfriend opens the door and gives you a big hug. 

“Omi! I missed you.”

“It’s only been a couple of hours honey haha.” He laughs as he strokes your head. You pout and tell him that you want to cuddle all day. He happily agrees and lies down in his bed, holding his arms out to you.

You take his camera and lay down next to him. He grabs your waist and pulls you closer to his body. You can feel his soft breathing on your neck. Your body begins to tingle, so to take your mind off of it, you go through his camera roll. After scrolling for a few seconds, you see a picture of Izumi cooking what looks like to be curry. You smile as you look at the photo.

“I can take photos of you too…but these photos will be ‘extra special’` if you know what I mean.” Omi whispers as he pulls you even closer.

“Omi! You pervert!!” You kick your boyfriend’s leg as he starts to tickle your sides. You burst out in laughter and try to push him away. 

“BABE STOP!” You try to yell but can hardly get any words out. You both twist and turn for what seems like forever until he somehow ends up on top of you. He facial expression turns serious and you shiver for a second.

“Everything okay sweetheart?” You reach your arm up to stroke Omi’s face. He leans into your touch and peacefully sighs. He closes his eyes for a couple of seconds and opens his lips to talk, and then closes them. He looks like he is struggling to find the words to say, but you can guess what is on his mind. 

“Hey Omi…I’ve been thinking. We’ve been dating for 5 months-”

“5 months and 8 days.” Omi corrects.

“Ah right, 5 months and 8 days! As I was saying, we have been together for quite a while and I think we are ready to take the next step.” 

Omi grabs your hand and intertwines it with his hand.

“Y/N, are you sure? I don’t want you to feel obligated to do this. If you want to wait, I would wait as long as you need.”

“I’m sure love. You are the only one for me. I’m 100% ready.” 

Omi smiles at your words. He slowly leans down to your lips and kisses you gently. They start off as little pecks, then turn into a full makeout session. While he is kissing you, he starts rubbing your waist softly.

As you two part lips, Omi takes off both his and your shirt and trails little kisses down your neck. You quietly moan as he travels down to your chest. With a little help, he unclamps your bra.

“Baby,” Omi breath starts to get heavier. “You’re so beautiful.” He lightly kisses your nipples and his hands reach down to take off your shorts. You moan louder, signaling for him to continue. 

He takes off your panties and rubs his finger over you slit. “Wow honey, it looks like you are ready and I barely did anything. You are so perfect for me.” He teased. 

He releases your nipple from his mouth and sits up. He rubs your slit with more force. You arch your back and whimper. He removes his finger and takes off his pants and underwear, revealing his hard member. He puts on a condom and aligns it with your entrance. 

“Love, are you sure you are ready? We can stop here if you want. I don’t want to push you.” Omi worries as he looks at you with loving eyes.

“I-I don’t think I can wait any longer” You plead. Seeing you in that state, he knows that your body is ready for him. He slowly sinks his member into you.

You wince at his size and bite your lower lip. “Are you okay?” Omi waits to hear your answer before moving. You nod your head and he begins to move. At first it is painful, but after a couple of seconds, you start to feel pleasure. You cover your mouth with your hands to stop the moans from coming out. Omi notices and reaches for your hand.

“Honey, don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear your gorgeous voice call out for me.” He speeds up his movement, making you moan even louder.

“O-Omi, faster.” You stuttered. He groaned and moved even faster. 

“Baby, you f-feel amazing…I’m close…” Omi grunts.

“Me t-too. Let’s cum together.” You manage to whisper. Omi starts to slow down and releases inside of you. You grip the bed sheets and release at the same time. 

“Y/N…You were amazing baby. Are you alright? Does it hurt?” Omi asks you while pulling out and taking the condom off. He lays down on you and hugs you tightly. 

“I’m alright Omi, really I am. I do feel kind of sweaty. I don’t think I can move though.” You giggle a bit. You wrap your arms around him and kiss his forehead.

“I’ll get us dressed and wash you up in the bathhouse. How does that sound?” 

“That sounds great Omi. I-I love you.” You blush.

“I love you too Y/N. I really do.” Omi smiles and picks you up to get dressed.

JBHWUHJVDE I BASICALLY WROTE A WHOLE STORY I’M SO SORRY. I GOT WAY TO INTO IT. OMI IS SUCH A MOM I-. Anyways I really hope you enjoyed and request again! I had so much fun! Feel free to ask for another headcanon from the list of animes that I have, another A3! Character or perhaps…ANOTHER OMIMAMA ONE XD. Thank you for reading!!! -Suki❤️

#a3 #a3! #a3! omi #a3 omi #act addict actors #a3 act addict actors #a3 actor training game #omi fushimi #FYTYC KILL ME OMIMAMA

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Subscribe - Final Part

Summary: (Modern AU) Peter was your college sweetheart until a certain event led to your break up. Seven years later another event brings you two back together, but this time a little girl is in the picture. Will listening to your podcasts be the reason you two get back together or be another reason to keep you apart?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Word Count: 3790

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing

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Peter stepped into Walkman Records feeling good. His head was clear instead of in the throbbing cloudiness it was the previous day. It felt like it was going to be a good day. Sure, it was almost noon, and he had to be at Mer’s parent-teacher conferences in an hour, but he was ready for it. 

“Good afternoon, Peter. You’re looking sober today,” Mants grinned as Peter collected his mail from his cubby. 

“Ahh yeah,” he nodded at her with a half smirk. Mantis was someone who wasn't afraid to state the obvious, and it's one of the reasons he hired her. He made his way to his office to find Bucky lifting Nat in the air, smiling up at her. “Oh joy, it must be nice being in a healthy relationship. Thanks for rubbing it in.”

“Do you want to tell him or should I?” Bucky asked, gazing at Nat. She nodded at him to continue with a contagious smile on her face. "We're pregnant.”

“Wow, that's ahhh...I don't...congratulations you two,” Peter stated with wide eyes and a half smile. “Didn’t even know you two were trying? I’m happy for you both.”

“Then, why don’t you look happy for us?”

“It’s just you two are moving on with your life, and I'm kind of stuck here.” Peter shrugged, motioning around the room. 

“Come on, man.” Bucky squeezed his shoulder. “We wouldn’t leave you behind…you were our first child.”

“I appreciate it,” Peter scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I am really happy for you two though. It will be nice to have another mascot running around here and wreaking havoc.” 

“Peter, I--” Nat stammered “--I went to see YN yesterday.”

“What? Why?” He dropped the mail on his desk, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Someone needed to tell her about Bereet, and given your track record, you would've waited another seven years,” Nat confessed, forcing Peter to scoff. 

“Why would you do that? I was gonna talk to her, and now you ruined it.”

“Before or after she moved to New York.”

“What...what are you talking about?”

“YN got a promotion to run the new Potts of Honey facility in New York. Why do you think she went there in the first place? To check out the sights?”

“No, no no.” Peter shook his head. “She would’ve told me this.” He stared hard at the floor in defeat. “Do you know when she leaves? Is she taking Mer with her?”

“Better question, why haven't you told her how you feel?"

“Tell her? She fucking hates me.”

“Are you sure it’s hate? Last I heard you said she loves you.” Peter grunted, shaking his head. “Are you going to let her getaway for the 3rd time, or are you going to chase her down?”

“Shut up.” Peter stood there with his eyes moving back and forth, clenching and unclenching his jaw, trying to figure out what to do. “Son of a bitch,” he cursed, running out of the room with his phone in his hand. 

“You had to go that far to say she was moving?”

“Lit a match under his ass, didn’t it.”

“It did,” Bucky smirked. "We’re going to make such great parents.”

_________

Everything was set up for this week’s podcast. Pepper was ready to share the exciting news about the expansion of Potts of Honey and the new product lines hitting shelves within the next couple weeks. 

“Okay, Darcey, whatever you do. Do not let anyone in the room while we are recording because I hate editing these podcasts. It takes forever.” She nodded. “If you have any questions at all, use the whiteboard.”

“Got it, boss.”

“Great, I will be with you in here until...” Your phone ringing interrupted you. You peeked at the screen, seeing Peter’s name and hit ignore. “...until I get summoned in.” He was on his way to Mers parent-teacher conferences for the first time, and he was either worried or didn’t know what to do. 

“You got it, dude.”

“Good,” you replied as Pepper and Wanda walked in. “Ready ladies?”

“Born ready,” Wanda smirked, taking her usual chair in the booth.

“Are you sure about your decision?” Pepper asked you before walking into the booth.

“Yes, I am,” you smiled. “You're more than welcome to announce it over the podcast.”

“Excellent,” she pulled you into a tight hug.

“We will be recording in 5, 4, 3,” you said as you mouthed 2, 1, and pointed at Wanda. You pushed the button to signal the red on-air light above the door outside, so no one would disturb your production. 

“Hello, my wonderful listeners. Welcome back to another episode of Everyday’s a Monday. You are all in for a treat today! We are speaking with my boss, the lovely Pepper Potts hyphen Stark. She's speaking about the future of Potts and Honey and new products being released in the coming weeks. Later, YN will be joining us after not saying a word on here for about two episodes now. I have a conspiracy theory about how she might’ve paid our guests to not get her to come on the show. She's shaking her head no, but I know the truth,” she chuckled, getting Pepper crack a smile. “Turns out we also have our new intern, Darcey, helping out in the recording booth. This means YN has no choice but to join us today. But first, play that awesome intro.”

You hit the button to signal the short upbeat catchy tune that plays at the beginning of each podcast. It was a little redundant, but it kept things fun. It also made Everyday’s a Monday stand out and be more recognizable like any opening to your favorite tv show. 

“Pepper, it is great to have you back on the show.”

“It’s always fun coming on here and talking with you both.”

“The boss said both, so YN get your ass in here,” Wanda waved you in, and you stepped into the booth.

“You just had to say the magic word, didn’t you, Pepper?” You spoke into your mic and slid your headphones over your ears. You sat in your usual spot right across from Wanda with your back to the door while Pepper sat at the end of the rectangle table.

“Couldn’t help myself,” she laughed. 

_______

Parent-teacher conferences went off without a hitch. He gave Mer a few fist bumps as the teacher praised her for how well she was doing in her classes. There was one teacher, who didn’t like how she spoke up in class, but Peter ignored him by nodding along and acting like he was listening. Mer had to nudge him a few times because he zoned out during this teacher's rant. Overall, the teachers love Mer and how open she is to learning. With it being conferences, Mer was able to leave school early for the day, and after telling Mer about his plan, he knew exactly what he needed to do. 

Peter walked through the rotating doors of the Potts of Honey headquarters building with Meredith in tow. It was crazy how many buildings were on the grounds, but he assumed they all had a specific purpose. They walked up to the welcome desk seeing three receptionists typing away on their computers.

“Hi, Peter and Meredith Quill here to see YN LN,” Peter said to the lady with blonde hair.

“I’m sorry, sir, but she is unavailable at the moment. I can take a message for her if you’d like.”

“Look--” he reads her nametag “--Sharon, it will take like ten minutes tops.” 

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you go up without her approval.” Peter nodded, thanking her for her help, and turned around to leave. 

“Hey, Quill.” Peter looked over, seeing Drax waving at him.

“Drax, hey, buddy. I haven’t seen you since you worked security at the Howling Commandos concert.”

“Wild night,” he chuckled.

“This is my daughter Meredith.” 

“I know her too well.” Drax held up his hand, giving her a high five. “What brings you here?”

“I need to get up to see YN.”

“Desk lady, I am taking Quill and his daughter on a tour. Give me two badges.” Sharon rolled her eyes, handing them over to him. “This way. Follow me.”

________

“What is this big exciting news you are bouncing up and down to share with us, Pepper?” Wanda questioned, wearing a huge smile on her face. She already knew the news, but she was good at faking enthusiasm when she needed to. 

“Yes, well, very recently I sent these two lovely ladies, YN and Wanda, to New York City to scope out properties, and I am happy to announce we will be opening up a new Potts of Honey facility in New York,” Pepper informed while you and Wanda cheered. “And I have more news. YN here will be taking over the Malibu division while I will be heading to New York division. But don’t worry, this podcast will still be airing an episode weekly.”

“Whew, I thought I was out of a job for a second,” Wanda wheezed, wiping her forehead. 

“If only,” you chuckled, earning a glare from Wanda before everyone started laughing.

“At least this way, YN has the option to be with Star-Lord.”

“I’m ignoring that for now,” you sighed. “What is going to be different about this facility?”

“It won’t be much different than the one here in Malibu. I pride myself on putting family first and jobs second. It has been my mentality from the beginning, and I don't plan on changing it.  I want to hire parents to be or parents who want to return to work after taking a leave to take care of their youngsters. I love working with these types of individuals because they have opinions and know what type of products parents want to see on the market.” 

“I still love that mentality to this day,” Wanda confessed. “Like many times before, we did take some questions from the listeners, and we are going to be answering some right now. Many listeners might not have known about the new facility, but some did ponder it. Let’s begin with….”

________

Drax, Peter, and Meredith stepped off the elevator on the top floor of the building. It wasn’t a high building, but the twelfth floor still offered a great view of the grounds. Peter’s mind was running a mile a minute, and he still didn’t know what he was going to say to you. He had a plan, but it was only 12% of a plan which involved convincing you not to leave. He needed you in his life, and he hoped you still needed him, too.

“My dad is going to make a grand gesture to my mom,” Mer told Drax with a cheeky smile. 

“Really? Do you think he has a chance?”

“Will you two be quiet? I’m right here.” He glanced behind him as they continued to walk down the long hall. 

“We know. Why do you think we are talking so loud,” Drax stated, earning a giggle out of Meredith. 

“I was hoping my plan would work. I have been trying to parent trap them like Lindsay Lohan did in that movie before she kind of went crazy.”

“You are one smart girl, Mer, and I’m positive your plan will work,” Drax winked, making an excited smile appear on Mer’s face. “I mean, it worked for Lindsay Lohan, but then she went crazy. I still often wonder what happened to her twin.”

Mer looked at Peter with a confused expression, forcing him to let a raspy chuckle escaped him. “Drax, she doesn’t have a--” Drax stared at him with an intense glare forcing Peter to bite his tongue “--never mind.” Peter shook his head, seeing a door at the end of the hallway with an ON-AIR sign shining above it. “Is this the right door?” Drax nodded as Peter knocked on the door.

“Can I help you security guy, adorable little girl, and the other dude?” The young lady asked, eyeing each of them over as she opened the door.

“Quill here needs to speak to his woman.” Drax patted him on one of his shoulders. 

“Dude. Ow.”

“Sorry, but you can’t come in. They’re recording an episode, and YN hates editing, so it’s better if left undisturbed, okay? Buh-bye, thank you, come back later.”

“Wait!” Peter grabbed the door to keep it from closing. “It’s okay; I’m Star-lord.”

“Who?”

“Come on, the amazing mystery dude that YN talks about on this podcast. YN’s ex, who she shares a daughter with.” 

“Hence this small human beside us,” Drax informed, motioning to a grinning Mer beside him. 

“This is my first time listening to this podcast, so I have no idea who you are. I’m only here for college credit, so no, you’re not coming in.”

“Okay fine, how about I give you.” Peter pulls out his wallet, digging around in it. “Fifty bucks?”

“Well if I get fired over this, I will be out at least $350 for my college credit, so technically I won’t be out anything if you reimbursed me in full.”

Peter sighed, looking unamused but gave in to her demands. He dug through his wallet once more and handed her the rest of the money. 

“Come on in fellas.” 

_______

“Next question is for Wanda and YN,” Pepper announced, reading the question to herself before reading it aloud. “Oh, this is a good one. What is something you regret from your past and why?”

“Oh, this one is tough,” Wanda added, tapping her finger to her chin. “I would say I regret not traveling more when I was younger since I didn’t have many responsibilities. Now I am kind of tied down, but I still love my life and wouldn’t change a thing. Who asked this question?”

“Oh right, let’s see.” Pepper’s eyes scanned the page. “Peter Quill.”

Your head snapped in Pepper’s direction, but something moving behind you caught the attention of both your co-hosts; Wanda’s mouth dropped open, and Pepper's eyebrows shot up her forehead. You narrowed your eyes at them before turning around to find Peter Quill. Behind him, Darcey held up the whiteboard saying ‘Incoming, Star-Crunch?'

“Peter, what are you...what are you doing here? You’re not allowed to be in here. We’re in the middle of an episode.” You stood up, taking your headset off and setting them around your neck. 

“Do you want to know what I regret from my past?” 

“No, not right now, Peter. Can we do this later? I’m working.” You put your hands on his chest to try and push him out of the room, but he grabbed your forearms, stopping you. You gazed into his eyes, seeing something you haven’t seen since the night you slept with him. 

“Nat told me,” he confessed. “Please don’t move to New York.” You try to say something, but he keeps talking. “You’re in my life again, and I don’t want you to go. I wish things in the past would’ve worked out differently. If I wasn’t such a coward, maybe they would’ve, but this time I’m not gonna let you walk out on me.”

“Peter, I’m not...”

“I’m doing what I should have done a long time ago. Please just let me talk for once,” he interrupted, forcing you to snap your mouth shut. “When I got the call about you being in an accident, right then I knew I didn’t want to lose you again. I didn’t want to lose you for real. Deep down, I always thought we would find each other again,” he confessed, taking your hands into his. “Then, I found out about Meredith. The amazing sweet little girl who showed me what I was missing out on for the last 7 years.” Peter glanced behind him, and you peeked around him to see Mer wearing a toothy grin on her face. She gave him a thumbs up, and you didn’t miss the lopsided smirk spreading across Peter's face as he turned back to you.

“After you woke up, everything happened so fast. We were getting along and rocking this co-parenting thing most parents seem to struggle with. Then, I told you I never cheated, you kissed me, and we slept together. The next day, you told me it was all a mistake, but we both know that wasn’t true,” he murmured, staring into your eyes. “I hate how I hurt you all over again. We both know I have horrible timing when it comes to fixing my wrongs, but I can’t let another day go by without telling you how I feel. You were the one for me. You still are.” Your eyes widened at his confession. “Where will this big grand gesture leave us? I don’t know.

What I do hope for is that you will give me a chance to redeem myself. I want to be there for you and Mer. I want to watch her grow up into an incredible young woman, like you, with you by my side. I want to help you protect her from assholes who will break her heart, but still encourage her to find love and happiness. Even in times when you thought you were never going to get another chance. But before you know it you’re laying your heart on the line, hoping you’re not making a complete ass of yourself," he cleared his throat. “I regret many decisions in my life, but the one thing I regret most was not chasing after you the day you walked away from me. This time, I'm going to fight for you to stay because...well, I guess what I’m trying to say here is that I don’t think I ever stop loving you.”  

Pepper and Wanda gasped behind you. “Ladies and gents, this is Wanda speaking in a hushed tone. If you haven’t made the connection thus far, Peter Quill is Star-Lord aka Star-Lord is Peter Quill, just to clarify things.” You shook your head, staring at Peter’s chest as she narrated the moment through your headphones.

You squeezed his hands as you let go of one of his and placed it over his heart. His soft gaze sent a flutter to your heart and a blush to your cheeks. “Peter, I’m not going anywhere. Pepper is the one moving to New York while I’m taking things over here. Nat obviously said what she needed to to get you to barge in here,” you added, making him raise his eyebrows at the realization.

“Guess I will have to thank her later.”

“But you’re right about one thing. What happened between us wasn’t a mistake, but I still couldn’t help but think I was the other woman.” You lowered your head, letting out a deep breath. He put his hand under your chin and lifted it to stare into your eyes.

“You are the only woman,” Peter replied, making you crack a small smile.

“My biggest regret was not telling you about Meredith sooner. I guess it was my own selfish pride that I wanted to prove to myself that I didn’t need you in my life. Truth is, I did, and so did Mer. I didn’t want to see it for myself, but watching you two together warms my heart. I wish I could say I fell out of love with you, but I never did.” You slid your hand from his heart to cup his cheek, and Peter leaned into your touch. He bit down on his bottom lip as he leaned in closer to you feeling his breath become shaky against your lips. He gazed into your eyes before his lips collided with yours.

“Woooo! Their smacking lips now! Get it, girl,” Wanda hollered from her chair as Pepper joined in with her. 

“Bought fricken time, am I right, Mer?”

“Yes, you are Auntie Wanda,” Mer replied through your headphones. You didn’t even notice her sneak pass you and Peter. 

“Guess all those parent trapping tricks I taught you paid off,” Wanda added, giving Mer a high-five. You pulled away from Peter, resting your forehead against his smiling. “I bet they’re going to get married, now. Would you like that, Mer?”

“Yes, I would love it,” she gushed beside Wanda.

“Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, you two.” You glared at them, feeling Peter's chest vibrate from a soft chuckle. “We should at least go out on a not a date date first.”

“Hear that folks, it’s happening. It’s like their first not a date date all over again. Did I predict this or what?” Wanda grinned into her headset.

You looked back at Peter as he shot you a quick wink and your favorite boyish smile.  It was the same little sexy smile that drove you crazy all those years ago. You smiled at him, resting your forehead on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You heard him let out a deep breath, and in your heart, you knew he was always the one for you, and like many great loves, you fell in love with your best friend. 

“How about we close out this episode,” Pepper offered.

“Thanks for the assist, Pepper. Come on, Twig. Let's get out of here.” Peter loosened his grip on you and held out his hand for Mer. She grinned, rushing towards him, and Peter leaned down and scooped her up in his arms. You couldn’t stop the heartfelt smile from appearing on your face. Peter grabbed hold of your hand with his other hand as he leaned over to kiss your forehead. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the warmth spread all over your body. When you opened your eyes, you found Peter giving Mer a quick kiss on the forehead, and without saying a word, you knew exactly what he meant. 

“Awww, what a cute family,” Wanda commented, snapping a photo with her phone. “This picture is going on our Instagram page, so be on the lookout listeners.”

“And I thought Tony had terrible timing,” Pepper declared with a knowing grin.

“I don’t think we have any more to discuss on this week’s episode, but wasn’t it a great one.  We found out Potts of Honey is expanding, Star-Lord’s real identity is none other than Walkman Records owner Peter Quill, and Pepper Potts is going to be leaving us. It’s a sad yet happy day. I’m only hoping this whole episode recorded everything and that YN doesn’t edit anything out, but let’s be real folks she never edits,” Wanda chuckled. “Don’t forget to tip your waiters and waitresses. And as always, don’t forget to subscribe.” 

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AN: That's all folks. How bout that ending though? The podcast restarted their relationship, so I thought ending with one would be neat. It also might've felt rushed towards the end, but I kind of liked how it turned out. Like, rushing to someone you love in an airport or wherever else you might be. Cleshay, but the rush of excitement at the same time...haha. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I liked writing it. Glad you stuck with me through the end. Comments are always welcome and as always thanks for reading!

#peter quill #peter quill au #peter quill x reader #peter quill reader insert #peter quill image #Star-Lord #star lord x reader #star lord au #marvel fanfic #marvel #Marvel AU #Guardians of the Galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #GotG #GOTGVol2 #Chris Pratt

[anangelicday-mrwolf]

Wolfsbane : Noblesse Fanfic (post-ending)

(previous chapter)

Chapter 11 – Awakened

‘How can this be? How can I fall asleep? I can swear I took the tonic in the right dosage!’

As his medical expertise kicked in, Frankenstein speculated about the chance that the components of the tonic were below acceptable range of quantity, since he had used a new species of wolfsbane. He ruled out the option soon enough, however.

‘Not likely. I took extreme caution with the quantity of components, since I was working with a new sample. Besides, it worked fine for the past few days.’

Standing in the reenactment of his most feared phenomenon, Frankenstein endeavored to comprehend the situation. Yet he was interrupted by dark purple wave that spurted out in a circle around him, his face stiffened upon the soul-shredding shrieks.

At last... We’ve found you.

At last.

Until when did you think you could hide from us?

Billions of souls from the Dark Spear began jabbing words at him, their tone so very ominous and vicious, so very obvious that they had been waiting for this moment.

When it comes to a cold tug-of-war, first comment is the key. Knowing that, Frankenstein flexed his centuries-old poise.

“God, this is unbelievable. I know how much you folks love me, but nobody would welcome too much love.”

As always, his trick was super-effective.

Shut up! Shut UP!

You dare to stay arrogant, you thick-skinned fiend!

We shall see how long you can keep that sickening smile of yours!

One day we will bring judgment upon you!

And when we do, it’d be no use begging on your knees for our mercy!

‘Beg for mercy? Me?’

Though he was literally trapped in his nightmare, Frankenstein released an amused smile. For centuries has he nurtured his immunity against Dark Spear’s threat. He would rather give up on his name than beg for the weapon’s mercy.

“Too bad, but not happening. There’s no way I’ll be begging for your mercy, not even if you fillet my entire body or wrench my head off my shoulders.”

Frankenstein pictured the Dark Spear getting blinded by its fury, which would render its control weak and allow him to regain his body.

Kekekeke... There you go again, Frankenstein.

You want to upset us. Again.

But you’ve forgotten that we were originally humans. We still have the ability to educate ourselves.

You’d got to do better with your tongue if you want to keep those taunts of yours functional.

And it looks like you thought we’ll get you by directly laying our hands on you.

But now we know how to bring you down once and for all.

How to make the best revenge out of you.

How to make you devastated like never before.

The Dark Spear spoke something Frankenstein has never heard from it before, successfully wiping his face clean of a smile.

Just then the surface of nothingness began to brew in red. Before he could even bat an eye from what he was seeing, from a corner not very far from him sanguine fluid exploded and gurgled in a huge ball.

The crimson projection, seemingly molded with blood and guts of a living creature, was carved into a humanoid shape. Upon the spot where facial profiles would have been if it were a real human, fine structures began to stand out more and more distinctly.

To Frankenstein’s shock, they were sculpted into exact features that Raizel possessed.

Frankenstein......

To Frankenstein’s horror, the bloody Raizel emitted a sound very much alike to the actual noble’s voice, causing Frankenstein’s brows to skyrocket towards his forehead.

“Mas...”

STAB!!!

Before Frankenstein could utter a gut reaction with a term now made instinct for his lips, dark purple spikes wrecked through bloody Raizel’s body from behind, because of which bloody Raizel spouted blood from its mouth and collapsed.

Bahaha! Just look at his face!

I told you this would do the trick!

Just you wait, Frankenstein! This is only the beginning!

We’ll soon bring the same punishment upon all you hold dear!

We’ll make sure your reality is much more vivid and horrible than your nightmare!

Frankenstein’s dismay, so striking he felt as if all the cells in his brain were minced, was followed by his wrath. The Dark Spear dared to shove an effigy of his master in his face to dismantle it, thereby ridiculing its model, and announced they will do the exact same thing to the latter. It has basically reached the end of the line that Frankenstein could bear. The man was about to reveal all of his teeth as he growled in anger, just before the Dark Spear continued the show.

Master Rai...?

Boss...?

Frankenstein...?

He was thwarted by a series of voices also awfully familiar to him, and he turned around to find bloody M-21, Tao, and Takio, upon which he was made immobile.

“N-no...!”

He knew they were not real. Yet he could not help vocally responding to them, which was in vain.

STAB!

STAB!!!

SLASH!!!

Three more figures were added to the bloodshot floor, which were promptly joined by new bloody bodies.

Aargh!!!

Aaah!!!

Regis and Seira.

Kgh...! Oof...

Aaargh!!!!

Kgh... Aaaah!!

Gechutel, Karious, and Rael.

Sir... Ugh!!!!

Why...? Why did you leave my son to die, Frankenstein...? Just why...? Argh!!

Master... I don’t wanna die! Please! Please don’t leave me!! Pleaaase!!!! Aaaack!!!

Even Razark, Rayga, and Tesamu were summoned, only to be diced by Dark Spear’s aura. That was more than enough to crush Frankenstein’s composure, but Dark Spear did not stop, being as inconsiderate as it could.

Frankenstein.......

The name that bore through his ears dozens of times fossilized his entire body.

‘No way......’

He knew there is no use wishing he were mistaken, but Frankenstein was shivering as he slowly turned his face. His fear was made true upon seeing bloody Lunark crawling towards him, with multiple dark purple stakes spearing its limbs and body.

Frankenstein... Help me... Please save me...

‘No. This is impossible. What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.’

Words he could not dare speak choked him. At that moment, bloody Lunark’s body started to melt down in a mucous chunk, and bloody Lunark stretched out one of its arms in desperation and terror.

Please save me, Frankenstein! Don’t leave me to die! I thought you love me! I know you love me! Please save me...!!!!

The upper body of bloody Lunark was halfway gone, and Frankenstein’s body leapt on its own. Alas, the paradoxical rule of a dreamworld that physical laws never work properly in a dream decided to step on his lab coat. Frankenstein was certain he pressed on his legs as hard as he could, but his body was not even 5 centimeters away from where he was. Floating awkwardly in the air, Frankenstein could not bring down his arm struck out towards bloody Lunark.

‘No...’

Unfortunately for him, bloody Lunark’s face was deteriorating, and from its jawless face echoed her voice.

Please!!!!!!!

“NOOOO!!!!”

*****

Frankenstein’s eyes shot open and greedily took in light, like a drowning person devouring air right before hitting the road to the other world. He lifted his body as if he were in seizure and madly rotated his head to inspect his surroundings. His vision, made binary due to his unfocused eyes, was merged into one, and he could make out his lab visibly streaked with Dark Spear’s aura, in clear need for repair.

After diagnosing what happened, he covered a side of his face as if trying to rip out his eye.

“Goddamn it...!”

He had been feeding on the tonic more often than regular meal to somehow stay awake, but he had come to this.

He was concerned about how to deal with the situation before the 3rd Elder was back, but he soon learned that there was no need to worry about quick administration of the scene.

“What the... What on earth happened...?”

The 3rd Elder walked past the entrance towards him. The man was donning casual hoodie and cotton pants, with a plastic bag of groceries in his hand.

“I can see these marks are from your power. What kind of problem would make your lab like... Like this?”

The 3rd Elder looked genuinely flustered, based on which Frankenstein surmised at least he woke up before he arrived. With the assurance, his instinct for survival was sparked to life, maneuvering his tongue in a speed of light.

“The file I was trying to decipher happened to be unusually complicated. So I lost it, since I’m not making any progress when there is so much to read and handle.”

“...I’m grateful I was outside in the meantime.”

“Sorry about the mess. I’ll fix up this place, so you don’t need to mind it.”

“I can help you with...”

“Thanks, but no thanks. There’s something I gotta double-check as well.”

“...Very well. Call me whenever you need me.”

With the 3rd Elder gone to the kitchen, Frankenstein began to collect what he could at the moment and work his head.

The damage was not so severe, which meant that he probably did not waste much time in slumber. Which meant the wolfsbane tonic was not entirely ineffective.

‘Perhaps my body has grown resistant to the tonic. So I’d require greater dosage.’

Frankenstein swiftly reached a conclusion; after all, he had predicted such case could take place. He noted to himself that he should recalculate the formula for the tonic to increase the contents.

Meanwhile, he was being tortured by an unpleasant feeling.

No, unpleasant was an understatement.

‘How very bold of you, Dark Spear.’

Bold was also an understatement. He so very wished he could pull out the Dark Spear and punch it so hard it would blast off past the Arctic towards the Andromeda Galaxy.

‘It just had to choose only those I care about...’

As he recalled the bloody figures one by one, he got stuck on the last scene, which was evidently directed by Dark Spear with extra care.

‘Why...? Why her...?’

He tried so hard to force amnesia upon himself. But as it is commonly said, people are bound to think about elephants when they are told not to.

Please save me, Frankenstein! Don’t leave me to die! I thought you love me! I know you love me! Please save me...!!!!

For some strange reason, that line was branded especially strongly in his memories. As a chain reaction, he reminisced how his heart exhibited irregular pulse when her head touched his chest the same day, which altogether led him to a theory.

‘Do I love her...? No, that’s not possible!’

He violently shook his head and deliberately sped up his hands and feet to restore his lab. He was vehemently struggling to play blind to his feelings already awakened.

*****

Meantime, Seoul in the afternoon

Thin lines weaved in the form of a chessboard were swirling within vicinity.

No, not within vicinity – in a distance.

As she squinted her eyes and compelled her vision to be more productive, she could better make out the lines, which turned out to be the edges of tiles on the ceiling.

‘Where am I...?’

Whether it is heaven or hell, she never heard that there is a tiled ceiling in the afterlife. To add to it, the last thing she remembered was Yuri ramming in all sorts of stuff by Crombell’s order, until he froze her in the end.

Crombell. Experiment. Yuri.

She was reminded of the pains and mortifications she went through before being frozen.

You look alarmed. But I suggest you give up. Right now your body will never obey you. What do you make of this, Dr. Crombell?

Excellent. I’ve earned something much more useful than I’d expected. She’d make a fine primary sample for this experiment. So Yuri, I believe you know what to do.

Back then Crombell’s face, smiling inside the monitor, made her stomach heave.

“Crombell... I’ll get you for this, you...!”

“Finally. You’re awake.”

She flinched as if she were electrocuted and turned her head, wincing and moaning as the back muscles so far relieved of their duties pulled with a burning ache. The speaker’s voice drew near along with taps of shoes.

“Please don’t move. Your body is still stiff.”

She aimed her semi-muddy light green eyes to the man who was covering her shoulders with the blanket that slid to the floor.

“Who... What are you?”

“...So you don’t remember me. Which I figured.”

With mysterious looks Takio responded to Yuigi, awakened at last.

(next chapter)

The title of this chapter refers to both Frankenstein and Yuigi. When I give a title, I try to settle on something that can encompass everything that happens in the chapter.

And yes - next chapter will be about Yuigi and Takio. But since almost nothing is really known about Yuigi, what you will find in next chapter is solely based on my imaginations. LoL. Hope you’d stay tuned for next week!

#fanfic #korean webcomic #korean webtoon #noblesse #frankenstein #lunark #frankensteinxlunark #wolfsbane

[mythiica]

Reader x Jumin Han - Mine

Title: Mine  Fandom: Mystic Messenger Character: Jumin Han Genre: smOOT with plot™ (reposted from my dA) Warnings: leMON SMECCI WARNING AND language i think, minor spoilers from zen’s route cause i was doing it when i wrote this Intended Gender Audience: Female audience Other comments: For story purposes, each ‘day’ is equivalent to a month. Yes, a month. It will make sense in the story and description. on a side note i wrote this in 2016 and i just edited it slightly before reposting and goOD LORD IT IS CRINGEY TO REREAD YOUR OWN SMUt hopefully youll enjoy more than i will  

Elizabeth the 3rd jumps onto the bed, looking for the master that spoils her. She mews in disappointment when she finds him missing. Instead, you sit under the covers, reading the terrible news accusing Zen of sexually harassing that Echo Girl. Of the few weeks you’ve come to know the people of RFA, Zen is pretty full of himself, but he would never do something like that. Plus, you had spoken with Jumin, and he believes strongly that Echo has only fabricated lies because she did not get what she wanted.

          A constant flow of news reporters trying to squeeze out a story from Jumin have been lounging around outside the penthouse for a few hours now. They wish to wait for his return from the office, were, no doubt, even more media has accumulated.

         In your opinion, the entire incident is completely idiotic. Why must news reporters but in on every small story they hear of? Do they not understand the pain it could bring to their targets?

         Your phone pings, snapping you out of your thoughts. Jumin will arrive home in a few minutes. He wants to know if a crowd has gathered at the front of the building.

         Should I tell him it is fine? you ask yourself. Or should I break the news to him gently and tell him?

         Fingers flying across the small keyboard, you let him know that most likely reporters would be throwing questions at him as he tries to get in the door. And to get back safe. And perhaps a kissing emoji.

          About an hour later, you hear the alarm chirp and the door slam shut. Footsteps sound heavily as Jumin drops his work bag onto the counter. Elizabeth the 3rd brushes herself lovingly against his legs, her way for asking for food. “Elizabeth,” he calls softly, turning his head over to her food bowl, “you have plenty of food over there. You do not need more.”

         When the feline meows, Jumin crouches down and strokes her soft fur. “Do you know if (Y/n) sleeps already?”

         Swishing her tail, Elizabeth turns around with a huff and saunters away.

         Jumin chuckles to himself before making his way to the bedroom.

            A wave of exhaustion from the long day hits him hard. He pushes the door to the bedroom open to find the lights off and you sound asleep. Stepping into the room, he kicks off his shoes and begins to leave a trail of discarded clothes to the bed. Jacket thrown onto the armchair, vest on the glass table next to the chair, tie in the middle of the floor, shirt at the base of the cabinet, belt into the darkness, pants at the foot of the bed, socks next to the night table, and watch in the drawer.

         He pushes the sheets back and crawls into the warmth radiating from your body. Once he has put an arm around your waist, Jumin buries his nose into your neck and places a quick kiss on your skin.

         Clamoring voices shout from down below, all asking for opinions on the news about Zen. Most probably, the would wait until morning to catch Jumin once more for questions. You turn over, now awake, and wrap your own hands around his bare waist.

         “Long day?” you ask in a soft and soothing voice.

         “The longest yet, so it feels like.”

         Sighing, you press gentle kisses to his chest and nuzzle into him for more warmth. “It’ll get better. It will.”

         Jumin places a kiss on the top of your head in return. “I hope so.”

          You wake up abruptly when the sound of breaking glass fills your ears. The time on the digital clock shows 2:44 AM. It’s barely been two hours since Jumin returned from the office. Looking at him, you find he too is startled and awake.

         “Stay here, I’ll go and see what’s the matter. Call the head of security.” He pulls a bathrobe over his boxers and heads downstairs.

         Doing as told, you worry about what has happened.

         “Hello? Mr. Han?”

         “It’s me, Jumin’s gone to see what happened. We woke up because glass broke. Could you come over please?”

         “I’ll be there before the next hour.” And the line disconnects.

The police have left and so has the security team. A paparazzi attempted to break in and take candid photos of the two of you, but didn’t make it far. He could be spending a nice time in jail for his actions.

         Jumin closes his eyes momentarily and breathes slowly. You click the light out and joke, “Should I be jealous you’re getting so much newfound attention?”

         A smile dances across his face. “Not at all, (Y/n).” He licks his lips. “I’m sorry for this. I know you have a busy schedule tomorrow and this is not helping it.”

         Pushing your leg onto his, you offer him comfort. “It is not your fault. Don’t apologize. And don’t think any less of yourself either. I love you.” You inhale sharply after saying these words. This would mark the first time saying it aloud. The silence clings to the air and hurts more and more with every moment passing.

         “I–I don’t know, how you’ve done it, but I’ve fallen so deep in love with you, (Y/n).” He turns and faces you, grey eyes peering into your own. “I love you,” he responds. “And tonight, I need you.”

         Your heart swells and his hands trickle across your skin like nectar. They pull the hem of your silk camisole up and over your head, allowing Jumin to drag his tongue over your bare skin. He takes hold of your left nipple with his teeth and sucks slowly on the sensitive area. Not daring leave its twin forgotten, Jumin twists his index finger and thumb around the bud, only satisfied when the both are erect to their fullest.

         Throwing your head backwards and letting out a low moan, Jumin smirks and trades treatments. Your face flushes when you feel the heat growing in between your legs. Upon letting go of your breast, he shifts and aligns himself overtop you.

         He tastes different places on your neck, searching for your favourite spot. Releasing a sharp breath when his nose grazes a sensitive area, Jumin takes the opportunity to leave a dark hickey. You rake your fingers through his hair and bring his lips down to yours, demanding his tongue in your mouth.

         When he gives you what you want, you trail your hands down his sculpted abdomen and play with the elastic waistband to his underwear. Before you have the chance to relieve him of the fabric, Jumin breaks off the hungry kiss and flips you onto your stomach.

         With a leg to your left and right, he keeps you from moving away. “Jumin,” you whisper, “do not tease me please.”

         He smirks like the devil. “Then where would the fun be?” he replies, sly as a fox. Your panties are torn away, leaving you completely vulnerable to him and his wishes. “Do you wish to know what I plan to do with you now?”

         “Tell me, my love,” you purr in response.

         A wet sound breaks the silence. Jumin pulls his fingers from his mouth, saliva dripping generously from the tips of his digits. Pressing his index finger to your slit, he whispers into your ear, “I will make you mine.”

         As the words roll off his tongue, he inserts an index finger into your core. You squirm as the heat grows stronger and you inch closer to pleasure. He watches you in your submissive state with lust blazing bright in his eyes. Quickly becoming bored, Jumin adds another finger and begins to pumps the two around in lopsided circles.

         Your breath catches in your throat, a strangled moan trying to escape your lungs. Panting, you force yourself to turn over onto your back. Once you’ve managed to flip, Jumin pulls one of your legs over his shoulder and roughly holds onto your other. A third finger thrusts into your core.

         Taken by surprise, you moan out loud – much louder than you intended.

         “Don’t suppress it,” he smirks, “Let me hear it…”

         “You tease me, I tease you, Jumin,” you say back, dragging a hand along the side of your body.

         His eyebrows furrow and he frowns for a moment. Then, he smiles. After pumping fast and hard for a minute and leaving you on the edge of a climax, Jumin pulls his hand away. He then continues to lick off his fingers and then leave to fetch something in the dark.

         Jumin returns holding a small, reflective packet in one hand and a towel in the other. Already knowing the contents of the object, you move to the edge of the bed, sling your legs over the side and pull his body towards your own. His chest muscles align perfectly with your face, allowing you to drag your tongue across his porcelain skin. Every so often, you kiss him tenderly. His arms fall limp with the torn open wrapping hanging loosely from his hand when you twist your tongue around his own nipples. Jumin inhales sharply, to which you smile, pleased with your revenge.

         Moving up slowly, you are eventually standing upright, directly in front of Jumin. He watches you silently as your fingers twine around the band of his boxers and pull them down. His erect member nearly stands perpendicular to his body.

         He then lowers you gently back onto the bed and slips the condom out of the wrapping and onto himself. Licking your lips slowly, you watch eagerly as the plastic stretches over his hardened member. 

         “Are you sure?” Jumin asks softly, gently touching your cheek.

         You place a kiss in the centre of his palm and nod. “I love you.”

         Jumin smiles – he has a beautiful smile. “I love you too.”

         With that, he pushes himself inside of you.

         Unlike you thought, pain slaps you hard before the wave of completeness fills you. You cry out and then moan as Jumin grunts. He slowly begins to thrust further into. Upon seeing you are doing alright, he pushes harder and faster.

         Not after long, he manages to hit your G-spot and you release a loud scream. “Jumin!”

         Still moving, Jumin digs his fingers deeper into your hips and forces you to sit up with him. You press yourself closer to him and drag your nails across his back. Short shouts fill the air as you draw closer and closer to your climax. Sweat trickles down your body and you struggle for oxygen.

         “J–Jumin,” you pant, “I–I’m going to cum!”

         He does not respond verbally; instead he thrusts even harder and even faster than before. His grunts all sound as if they are being cut off, they are so short. “Aah–,” he sounds.

         With the last thrust, you feel as if the pit of your stomach releases everything it holds and you are rewarded with a feeling of satisfaction and happiness. Jumin, not quite there, pushes twice more into you before letting out a shout and releasing his seed as well.

         Jumin pulls out, reaches for the towel and hands it to you. You take the item and wipe yourself off. He takes the cloth back and removes the condom and cleans himself up as well. After slipping on your panties, you lie back in the bed and watch as Jumin changes into a fresh pair of underwear. He pushes the covers over and nuzzles next to you.

           With his arm protectively around you, he kisses your face gently. Your temple, your forehead, between your eyes, your nose, your jawline, your lips.

Sleep falls heavy over the both of you.

         In the silence, when the land of dreams is ready to pull you under, Jumin whispers.

         “I love you.”

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysmes jumin #jumin #jumin han #jumin x mc #mm #mm jumin #smoot

[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Deacon St. John || Trapped in Hell

A/n: My phone's acting strange and autocorrecting words to completely different ones that are in no way, shape, or form related. So PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU SEE ANY ERRORS! I hope you all enjoy this somewhat small piece! Love you all!!! •••••••••••••••••••••

***** Prompt: You've been close friends with Deacon for nearly two years. One day, someone from the Hot Springs Camp brings you in and puts you to work. You immediately learn prisoner would've been a better place to go than here. *****

~3rd Person POV~

"What is it, Tucker?" Deacon inquired as he rode down the Santiam Highway while taking a transmission from Ada.

"I've got a new job for you. Swing by the Hot Springs and I'll fill you in."

"I'll be there soon. Hey, Tucker?"

"What is it, St. John?"

"Has a girl named (Y/n) been by the encampment recently?"

"Not that I can recall."

"Alright. St. John out."

Deacon has been worried sick about (Y/n) since he found the house she was using as shelter infested with Freaks. He tried contacting her through the radio he gave her, but all he receives in response is static. He's searched Belknap for the past few days hoping to find any sign of her but with no luck.

The drifter checked Copeland's camp in the Cascade region to see if she had decided to seek shelter there, but Mark hadn't seen her since the last job she went on with him a week ago.

"Just hope you're okay," Deacon mumbled as he pulled up to the gate at the Hot Springs.

"Hey, it's Deek. Let him in," the woman on guard yelled to her fellow guardsmen. The man behind the gate opened it, allowing Deacon to ride into the camp.

He rode up the narrow path and pulled his bike to a stop in front of the mechanic. The man behind the table waved when he spotted the drifter. "Hey, Deek. You here for a tune-up?"

"Not today, Zanny." He walked over to the mechanic, wondering if he may have seen (Y/n). "Did anyone bring in a girl with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes recently? Goes by (Y/n)?"

"Uh, not sure. Someone did bring a girl in a couple days ago, but I didn't catch her name before they assigned her to a job."

"Do you know where I could find her?" Deacon questioned with a small sprinkle of irritation in his tone.

"Sorry, Deek. Can't help you there. You could check around camp if you're that worried about your girlfriend."

Deacon sighed, rolling his eyes. "Look, she's not my—"

"Deacon!" Ada shouted as she made her way over.

While cursing the old woman under his breath, he turned around. "What's this job you've got for me, Tuck?"

"A band of Rippers have made a camp located near Patjens Lake. Take care of them before—" Tucker began but was suddenly interrupted by a wail of pain. Her eyes and Deacon's darted in the direction the cry cane from. Ada's eyes narrowed as she muttered under her breath. "What the hell...?"

"Get the fuck up!" A man's voice yelled. Deacon pushed past Tucker and headed in the direction of the yelling. He picked up his pace when the cries of pain returned.

Arriving on the scene, Deacon saw one of the guards beating a woman. "Hey, asshole!" The drifter bellowed.

The man turned around, brows furrowed. "The hell do you want, drifter?"

"You to back the fuck up," Deacon hissed, eyes burning with anger. "Beating down on a defenseless woman. You're more disgusting than the Freaks."

"She was slacking off! I had to do something to get her ass into gear," the guard retorts.

Deacon grabbed the front of the man's shirt, pulling him closer and away from the collapsed woman. "You touch her again, I'll punch you in the goddamn face to see how you like. How's that sound, hmm?"

Frightened, the man swallowed nervously and nodded. "Y-Yeah. Whatever you say, man. Now, c-can you let me go?"

Deacon released the front of his shirt, but he stopped the man before he could sprint away by placing a hand on his shoulder. "You know what? You deserve at least one punch to the face." Without hesitating, the drifter swung his fist and pinched him directly in the jaw. The guard screamed out in pain as he fell from the impact. Blood trickled down the side of his mouth as he scooted his body through the dirt to get away from the furious drifter.

Once the man managed to get away, Deacon set his sights on the woman balled up on the ground. Taking a closer look, his eyes widened as he recognized her. "Jesus, (Y/n)." He kneeled beside her, pushing her (h/c) locks out of her face and prying the hand she was using to cover the fresh wound away so he could see how bad the guard had hit her. Seeing the large bruise around her eye and the small cuts on her nose, Deacon frowned. "Damn. He hit you pretty good."

"Talk about one hell of a reunion," (Y/n) faintly giggles.

"You escape a horde only to be beaten by some scrawny-ass kid," he said, tracing the bruise around her eye with his thumb as he cupped her cheek in his palm.

"I can't wait to see the bruise you gave him. I think you might've knocked out one of his teeth, too," she stated with an amused smirk. Her joyful expression faltered, crumbling into a frown. "I'm sorry for not trying to get ahold of you. I tossed the radio aside to distract the horde so I could get away."

"I don't give two shits about the radio. All I care about is that your safe. Well, except for the black eye you just got from that asshole." Deacon helped (Y/n) to her feet and guided her to a bench beside Alkai's stall. He sat her down, examining the cuts on her nose. "They don't look too deep. Better clean them to prevent an infection."

"Since when are you a doctor?" (Y/n) teased as the drifter fished out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a rag from his pocket.

"Last I checked, it's common sense to clean any wound," Deacon retorts as he soaked the rag in the alcohol.

"It is, but you sounded like—ow!" The woman helped as the rag was pressed against the cuts.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you need a pacifier?" Sarcasm dripped from Deacon's every word as he smirked and applied more pressure to the cuts.

(Y/n) gritted her teeth, fighting against the pain. "I'd prefer a lollipop, thank you very much," she replies with a snarky tone.

"Damn, I'm fresh out. Guess you'll have to suck it up and be a big girl," he chuckled once he finished cleaning the lacerations. "Need anything else, crybaby?"

The woman stood up with a smug grin and shoved him playfully. "I know what you need. A fist up your—"

"Hey!" Tucker yelled as she saw Deacon and (Y/n). "Get back to work!"

The (e/c)-eyed woman knew the old hag was shouting at her. Before she could respond and avoid another punishment, Deacon snapped back at Ada. "At least give the girl some time to rest. Not her fault that kid gave her a black eye."

"No. If one slacks off, the others will," Ada retorts.

"Jesus, Tuck. If you—"

"Deacon, it's fine." (Y/n) looked past the drifter and met Ada's fierce gaze. "I'll be returning to work."

The old woman nodded and beckoned Deacon to follow her. The drifter sighed, scratching at the back of his neck. When he went to leave, the woman tugged on the sleeve of his shirt. "When you come back, come and see me. It's important."

The drifter nodded. "Yeah. I'll be back soon."

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By the time Deacon wiped out the Ripper camp by Patjens Lake, the moon had risen in the sky. More Freaks wandered the roads as he drove back to the Hot Springs. He reported to Tucker before searching the camp for (Y/n). Since it was nighttime, he knew everyone would be in their tents.

"Hey, (Y/n)," he greeted once he found her. She was sitting on her cot, fiddling with her fingers.

The moment she saw Deacon, she flew to her feet. "Prison would be a better place than here. Hell, I rather live out in the shit with the Freaks than spend another day here."

"Something happened while I was gone, didn't it?" He crossed his arms, watching her pace back and forth by her bed.

"No, but this isn't the first time that prick has injured me. I reported him to Tucker, but..."

"Let me guess: she just blew you off?"

"Yes!" (Y/n) turned her back to Deacon, lifting up her shirt.

He quickly averted his eyes, but he turned his gaze back to her when he caught a glimpse of something on her back. "The hell...?" He unconsciously reaches out, placing his hand on her back and trailing his fingers across the line of small, circular burns.

"The same damn guard who gave me the black eye used my back as an ashtray when I first arrived. He... He dragged me to the storage building and burnt my back with a fucking cigarette. Ripped my shirt off, placed the cigarette on my back, and laughed while he did it. I tried to tell someone, but no one believed me."

"That bastard... Where the hell is he now?"

Deacon went to check the camp for the guard, but (Y/n) stopped him when she grabbed his hand. "Please, Deek. They won't let me leave and everyone believes I'm the one harming myself. You're my only way out of this Hell."

It only took Deacon a few seconds to come up with a plan. He gripped her hand tightly in reassurance. "You're getting out of here tonight. Grab whatever the hell you need and let's go."

"Thank you, Deek," (Y/n) sighed in relief.

"Don't thank me until we get out that gate."

The woman grabbed the little that she had and followed Deacon to his bike. They hopped on and departed towards the front gate. Morosely, they were stopped at the gate by the very guard who'd turned the past few days into Hell for (Y/n). "She's not allowed to leave the camp."

Hearing the man's familiar voice resulted in (Y/n) tightening her arms around the drifter's waist. "Oh, yeah?" Deacon scoffed. "And what're you gonna do about it, huh?"

"Tucker said—"

"I don't give a shit what Tucker said. Listen, shit-for-brains, I know all about the crap you've done to her since she arrived. Now, you can either open the gate or I come over there and knock a few more of your goddamn teeth out. Your decision," Deacon smirked menacingly, eagerly awaiting the man's response.

"O-Open the gate!" He shouted with a quivering voice.

"Smart move," Deacon comments as a woman opens the gate. He pulls through the gate, leaving the Hot Springs Camp behind.

"Thank god..." He heard (Y/n) sigh as she rested her head against his back. "I swear, never send anyone to that camp unless you want to damn them to Hell. If prison still existed, it would be ten times better than that place."

"I'll keep that in mind," Deacon said.

The ride was silent besides the roaring engine of the bike and the occasional groans from Freakers along the highway. When (Y/n) realized they were leaving Belknap and entering the Cascade region, she was confused as to where they were going. "Where are we heading, Deek?"

"Well, uh... It'd make me feel better to know you were somewhere safe," the drifter replies.

"You're not taking me to Copeland's Camp, are you?" She inquired nervously. "He's almost as bad as Tucker."

"Hell no," he hastily responds. "I'm taking you to O'Leary Mountain. Remember that watchtower Boozer and I found a while back there?"

"Uh, yeah. You took me there once."

"Well, we spruced it up a bit and turned it into a safehouse."

"Won't three be a crowd?" The woman questioned as they ascended up the dirt path wrapped around the mountain.

"Nah. Boozeman won't mind and I sure as hell don't."

"Isn't it dangerous with how you and Boozer are wanted? I... kinda overheard one of the women at the Hot Springs talking about the price on your heads."

"Ah, shit. Sorry for not tellin' you earlier, but it'd still be safer than any camp. Trust me."

"If I didn't trust you, I would've shot you the moment you broke into my house," she laughed.

"You... You really thought about shooting me?" Deacon asked.

"If a strange person picked the lock on the front door of your house and casually walked in, wouldn't you think they'd be dangerous?"

The drifter was silent before agreeing with her. "Good point."

<————————————<<<<<<<<<<<<

"Wow," (Y/n) gasped when they reached the safehouse. "You two did more than tidy up. You fortified this place."

"Can never be too careful these days," Deacon comments as he pulled the motorcycle to a stop at the base of the watchtower.

"Truer words have never been spoken," she said.

Ascending the stairs, they walked up to the top of the watchtower. When they reached their destination, the two saw Boozer was snoring away on his bed. (Y/n) placed the few things she had on her on one of the many tables. Deacon placed his weapons in the gun locker before following the woman down the watchtower.

She continued to admire the two men's hard work. "Gotta admit—this is one hell of a place. I'm impressed." She glanced around, wondering what she could do to contribute. "So, what'll be my job?"

Deacon was slightly bewildered at the question. "Uh, well... How 'bout hunting and fishing?"

"So you did listen to my rambling these past two years! I'm a little shocked. Most guys would've tuned me out. But yeah, I can do that. Tired of trading with Cope, huh?" She grinned.

"Something like that."

(Y/n) was wondering if the drifter had any other conditions he wanted her to follow. "Anything else?"

"When you hunting or fishing, Boozer or I have to come with you."

The woman shook her head. "Oh, no. I can do it on my own! I'm not gonna drag either of you along with me. You both are already busy doing shit for both Cope and Tucker."

"(Y/n), I—"

She placed her hands on his cheeks, forcing him to lock eyes with her. "I'm a big girl and can do things on my own. I know how to handle myself out there in the shit, okay?"

Deacon just stared into her glistening (e/c) eyes. He didn't want her going out on her own at all, but he knew she could handle practically any dangerous situation. With a heavy sigh, he found his answer. "Fine. You can go by yourself."

She smiled and pulled his face down, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, paralyzing him. "Great! I'll go fishing tomorrow. I just need the materials for a makeshift rod and I'll be ready to go in the morning. Now," she huffed. "We should be heading off to bed."

(Y/n) dropped her hands and headed back up the stairs of the watchtower. Deacon was still in shock from the kiss and remained glued to the spot. "What the hell just happened...?"

#deacon st john x reader #deacon x reader #Female reader #days gone #days gone x reader

[layce2015]

Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Chapter 5: Memories At Hogwarts

The man, Kama was his name, takes us down to a dungeon like area, the sounds of water dripping down on the stone floor. He points towards an archway and we walk in, slowly. There laying on the stone cold floor was Tina Goldstein. "Tina?" Newt said and she quickly gets up and looks at us. "Newt? (Y/N)?" She said in disbelief.

We smiled at her just as I hear Kama say. "Expelliarmus!" At that moment, mine and Newt's wand flies out of our hands and into Kama's. Bars start to form across the door, imprisoning us. 

"My apologies, Mr. Scamander and Miss (l/n)! I shall return and release you when Credence is dead!" Kama said as Tina and Jacob run to the bars. "Kama, wait!" Tina pleads to him. "You see, either he dies....or I do." Kama said and he starts to walk away but he stops and claps a hand to his eye. "No, no, no, no. Oh no. No, no, no." He mutters as he jerks convulsively and slides to the floor, unconscious.

"Well, that’s not the best start to a rescue attempt." Newt said in a slight sarcastic tone. I shrug as Tina turns to us. "This was a rescue attempt? You’ve just lost me my only lead." She shouted at us, angrily. "Missed you too, Tina." I remarked as Jacob launches for the door, trying to break it down. 

"Well, how was the interrogation going before we turned up?" Newt asked her. Tina throws him a dark look and strides to the back of the cave. Suddenly, the bars swing open and Jacob let's out a noise that was between a laugh and a scream then he shouts. "Newt! (Y/N)!"

Tina runs out of the room and towards Kama as Newt and I follow behind her, where we see that Picket was the one who unlocked the bars. "Well done, Pick." Newt congrats as he grabs him. "You need this man, you say?" He asked Tina as we all kneel down and around Kama's unconscious body and grab our wands.

"Yeah. I think this man knows where Credence is, Mr. Scamander." Tina said as we look over Kama when suddenly we heard a roar above us. "Well, that’ll be the Zouwu." I said and I Disapparate.

*Newt's POV*

I Disapparate after (y/n) to see her standing on the Parisian Bridge just as the Zouwu comes bounding forward, swiping at some passersby, who are screaming and running out of the way. Cars screeching to a halt.

I run over to (y/n) as she watches the Zouwu in awe. "I think I should handle this." I said to her and she turns to me and shakes her head. "No, I can do it." She said. "Absolutely not, you could get killed!" I said and she gives me a small smile. "I can handle it, Newt. Trust me." She said as she places her right hand on my cheek. I lean into her touch as I look at her, my heart fluttering in my chest.

I nodded at her and she smiles then leans up to kiss me. We break the kiss as I hand her the case. She takes it and runs off towards the middle of the bridge, some fifty feet away from the Zouwu.

A second later, Tina Apparates, holding Jacob's arm. Jacob was sagging under the weight of the unconscious Kama. He looks out and sees (y/n) and the Zouwu. "(Y/N), get out of there!" He shouts but I hold my hand out to him. "It's alright, Jacob. She can handle it."

(Y/N) stoops down slowly and opens the case. The Zouwu snarls, crouches, and begins to advance on her. Very slowly, so as not to alarm the Zouwu, (y/n) lowers her arm into the case, feeling for something. It takes her longer than she expected. Frowning, she reaches deeper inside. The Zouwu advances, barring its teeth. I give a nervous look, my heart pounding in my chest, at (y/n) when she found what she was looking for.

She raises her arm, holding a fluffy toy bird on a stick and rope. The Zouwu’s eyes start to follow the bird, its tail twitching. (Y/N) waves the toy, slowly, as the Zouwu crouches lower than ever. Then (y/n) let's the toy fall into the case and, with a sudden bound, the Zouwu soars through the air and sails after the toy in a flash of rainbow colors, its python tail flailing. And with that, (Y/N) slams the lid shut.

I let out a sigh of relief, my heart swelling with pride, when the card to the safe house flies up out of my pocket, the arrow shows me where to go. So Tina, Jacob, still carrying Kama, and I run toward (y/n), who grabs my case, and all five of us Disapparate.

****

*3rd person POV*

An ominous procession of Aurors marches up the drive toward Hogwarts, among them were Theseus Scamander and Leta Lestrange. Students were staring down at the strangers from the windows, nudging one another, as the Aurors enter the school.

Inside, Dumbledore is teaching a class where there was space in the middle of the room, all students enjoying the spectacle. A young 13 year old boy named Jason (L/N), (y/n)'s cousin, is braced for an attack as he and Dumbledore circle each other.

"What were the three biggest mistakes that you made last time?" Dumbledore asked Jason. "Caught by surprise, sir." Jason replied. "What else?" Dumbledore asked. "Didn’t parry before counter-curse, sir." Jason replied. "Very good. And the last one....the most important one?" Dumbledore asked him.

Jason looks away, thinking, and at that moment Dumbledore waves his wand and hits him with a spell. Jason flies into the air as Dumbledore conjures up a sofa. Jason hits it and slides to the floor. He look around in shock as Dumbledore smiles and said. "Not learning from the first two."

The class laughs, including Jason, when the door opens. Travers, Theseus, and four other Aurors enter with Professor McGonagall behind them. 

"This is a school, you’ve no right—"

"I’m the Head of Magical Law Enforcement and I have the right to go wherever I please." Travers said over her then he looks around at the students. "Out of here." He orders but the kids don't move. "Go with Professor McGonagall, please." Dumbledore said to the students and they start to file out, except for Jason.

"He’s the best teacher we’ve got." Jason said to Travers, defending his favorite teacher. "Thanks, (l/n)." Dumbledore said to Jason, quietly. "Get out!" Travers growled at the young boy. "Come, (l/n)." McGonagall said to Jason, who glares at Travers, then walks out with McGonagall.

McGonagall shuts the door behind her and starts to walk ahead to the others while Jason walks slowly at first then stops and goes back to the door to Dumbledore's class. He opens it up just enough for him to peek through as Travers said to Dumbledore. "Newt Scamander and (y/n) (l/n) are in Paris."

Jason gasped, silently, as Dumbledore looks at Travers. "Really?" He said, surprised. "Cut the pretense. I know they're there on your orders." Travers said. "If you’d ever had the pleasure to teach them, you’d know Newt and (y/n) are not great followers of orders." Dumbledore replied as he smirks and shakes his head.

Travers tosses a small book to Dumbledore, who catches it in one hand. "You’ve read The Predictions of Tycho Dodonus?" Travers asked. "Many years ago." Dumbledore said as he flips through the book. "A son cruelly banished Despair of the daughter Return—"

"Yes, I know it." Dumbledore said, talking over Travers. "There’s a rumor this prediction refers to the Obscurial. They say that Grindelwald wants—" Travers started to say until Dumbledore talks over him again. "—a highborn henchman. I’ve heard the rumor." He said. 

"And yet Scamander and (l/n) appear wherever the Obscurial goes, to protect him. Meanwhile you have built up quite a little network of international contacts—" Travers accused and Dumbledore let's out a chuckle. "However long you keep me and my friends under surveillance, you’re not going to discover plots against you, Travers, because we want the same thing: the defeat of Grindelwald. But I warn you, your policies of suppression and violence are pushing supporters into his arms—" Dumbledore said in a quiet steely voice.

"I’m not interested in your warnings!" Travers growls angrily, then he stops and starts to control himself. "Now, it pains me to say it, because— well, I don’t like you." He said and he and Dumbledore share a laugh. "But....you are the only wizard who is his equal. I need you to fight him." Travers said to Dumbledore.

"I cannot." Dumbledore said.

"Because of this?" Travers asked as he casts a spell to show moving pictures of Dumbledore and Grindelwald as teenagers. The Aurors and Jason are shocked as the teenage Dumbledore and Grindelwald stare intently into each other’s eyes. "You and Grindelwald were as close as brothers." Travers said. "We were closer than brothers." Dumbledore corrected as he looks at the vision. 

"Will you fight him?" Travers asked once again. Dumbledore looks at him, his face full of sorrow, and said. "I can’t."

Travers sighs as he glares at the Professor. "Then you have chosen your side." He flicks his wand once more and thick metal cuffs, Admonitors, appear on Dumbledore's wrists. "From now on, I shall know every spell you cast. I’m doubling the watch on you, and you will no longer teach Defense Against the Dark Arts." Travers said as Dumbledore looks down at his wrist then glares at him.

Travers glares back and goes over to Theseus. "Where’s Leta? We need to go to Paris!" He shouts and he starts to make his way out the door. Jason closed the door and leans against the wall as the door opens, covering him, and Travers and the Aurors walk out.

"Theseus." Dumbledore said, quietly, stopping the War Hero from leaving. "Theseus, if Grindelwald calls a rally, don’t try and break it up. Don’t let Travers send you in there. If you ever trusted me—" Dumbledore said until they hear Travers shout. "THESEUS!"

Theseus looks towards the door, then at Dumbledore before he walks out of the classroom. Dumbledore sighs and turns around before he says. "It is rude to listen in on a private conversation." 

Jason frowns as he walks back into the classroom. "I'm sorry, Professor. I was curious...and...when he mentioned (y/n)....I was worried." Jason said as he stands before Dumbledore. Dumbledore smiled as he turns to face Jason. "Well, (y/n) is lucky to have you as a cousin." Dumbledore said, causing Jason to smile.

"Sir, they can't do this! You're the best teacher Hogwarts has to offer!" Jason said and Dumbledore chuckles. "I am flattered by your devotion, (l/n), but I'm afraid they can." said Dumbledore and Jason frowns. "You should get to class, (l/n)." 

Jason nods and starts to walk out when he stops and turns to face his teacher. "Sir....is my cousin in danger?" He asked in a worried tone. Dumbledore looks away from the young boy for a moment then said. "I'm not sure. But I have complete faith in her that she is alright." Jason looks up at him, nods and starts to head to his next class while Dumbledore frowns and sighs.

Meanwhile, Leta was looking around her old school, reminiscing her time at Hogwarts.

*****

Flashback

17 Years Ago

13 year old Leta stands hiding inside an empty classroom while students in cloaks trundle by. It is the last day of the winter term and nearly everyone is going home. Two 13 year old Gryffindor girls walk by as they push their trunks. "You know she stays here every vacation. Her family don’t actually want her home." The first girl said to her friend. "I don’t blame them, she’s so annoying. Even the name Lestrange makes me feel sick—" The second girl said.

Leta, tired of hearing them, flings herself into their path, pointing her wand. "Oscausi!" She shouts and the second Gryffindor's mouth was sealed shut as though she never had one. Triumphant, Leta flees the scene, pushing past shocked students.

"Professor McGonagall! LESTRANGE HAS DONE IT AGAIN!" She hears the other girl shout and Mcgonagall starts to chase after Leta, along with a group of other students. "Lestrange, stop running! LESTRANGE! Disobedient children. Stop! Shame on the House of Slytherin." McGonagall shouts but Leta continues to run. "One hundred points! Two hundred!" The Professor shouts but it still doesn't stop Leta.

"Get back here, right now! Stop! Stop it! Stop it! You stop it! Get back here!"

As Leta turns a corner, she feels a hand grab her arm and pulls her to the side. She starts to say something but a hand was placed over her mouth and that's when she realized that it was (y/n). (Y/N) raised her finger to lips, shushing her, as they hear McGonagall and the group getting closer.

(Y/N) removes her hand off of Leta's mouth and goes to the doorway as McGonagall huffs and gives the Gryffindor girl her mouth back. "Miss, it was Lestrange. She’s horrible—" the girl said quickly but McGonagall silences the girl again.

Then she sees (y/n) standing there. "Ah, Miss (l/n)....I know you are friends with Lestrange. Do you know where she went?" She asked her. "No, Professor." (Y/N) said. McGonagall nods and walks away while the Gryffindor girl glares at (y/n). She waves at the girl as she walks away and goes around the corner to Leta.

"Thank you." Leta said. 

"Don't mention it." (Y/N) said as she leads Leta to a cupboard.

The two enter the cupboard and go up the stairs to see Newt sitting nearby a window. He had hidden a couple of tanks here, one containing tadpoles, another Streelers. A lined cardboard box serves as a nest for the raven chick he is cradling in his hand. It wears a splint on its broken leg. (Y/N), Leta and Newt stare at each other.

"Scamander....why aren’t you packing?" Leta asked Newt as her and (y/n) walk over to him. "I’m not going home." Newt replied. "Why not?" (Y/N) asked him, curiously. "He needs me. It was hurt." Newt replied as he holds out his cupped hand, showing the two girls the chick.

Leta takes in the tanks, then the ugly little bird, to which Newt now feeds an earthworm. "What is that?" Leta asked as (y/n) sits next to Newt. "A raven chick." (Y/N) said as she smiles at the chick. "The raven’s my family’s emblem." Leta replied as she watches (y/n) and Newt stroking the bird’s head. As Newt places the chick gently into Leta hands, she seems to see him plainly for the first time.

3 Years Later

During a Defense Against The Dark Arts class, Dumbledore supervises the line of teenagers advancing to try their luck on the Boggart.

“Riddikulus”

“Riddikulus”

Gusts of hilarity ensued as a shark becomes a flotation device, a zombie’s head turns into a pumpkin and a vampire turns into a buck-toothed rabbit.

(Y/N) walks up to the Boggart as it takes the form of a large ball of fire. (Y/N) eyes widen at this as she hears her classmates gasp at this. (Y/N) raises her wand and said. "Riddikulus." Then the ball of fire turns into fireworks and everyone laughs in amusement.

"All right, Newt. Be brave." Dumbledore said as you move to the side and Newt walks forward. The Boggart then turns into a Ministry desk. "Mmm, that’s an unusual one. So Mr. Scamander fears what more than anything else in the world?" Dumbledore asked as he looks at Newt, who shyly looks up at him.

"Having to work in an office, sir." Newt replied and everyone laughs. Dumbledore smiles then said. "Go ahead, Newt." Newt turns to the Boggart, raised his wand and said. "Riddikulus!" Newt turns the desk into a gamboling wooden dragon and moves aside as everyone laughs. Newt walks over to (y/n) and the two share a smile to each other as (y/n) pats his shoulder.

"Well done. Good job." Dumbledore said to Newt as Leta goes up to the Boggart, (y/n) could tell that her friend was terrified. "Leta, it’s only a Boggart, it can’t hurt you. Everyone’s scared of something." Dumbledore said to her, kindly.

A group of girls stands together, enjoying her fear. "I’ve been looking forward to this." One girl whispered as Leta steps forward. The Boggart transforms and at once, all laughter is extinguished. 

There was a blue light shining down on the room and up above was a white sheet that was gently floating down. (Y/N) furrowed her brow in confusion as she and Newt watch the cloth, it looked like there was something inside of the sheet. Leta looks at the cloth and starts to sob as she runs out of the room.

Sometime later, Newt finds Leta sitting by the lake, tearstained and eyes swollen. Leta looks away from him as she said. "I don’t want to talk about it!" But Newt holds his hand out to her.

Alittle bit later, Newt and Leta walk over to a tree where the Bowtruckles reside. "They know us, (y/n) and I, or they'd hide. They only nest in trees with wand-quality wood, did you know that?" Newt asked Leta as he reaches out to one of the Bowtruckles and the creature walks onto his hand. Leta stares at Newt as he speaks again. "And they have very complex social life. If you watch them for long enough, you realize....."

He trails off as he walks closer to Leta then placed his hand close to hers, letting the Bowtruckle walk on Leta's hand. Leta looks up at Newt as he smiles at her and she feels her heart jump in her chest. She couldn't believe that there were people like (y/n) and Newt, being kind to her when she doesn't deserve it.

She was a monster.

An outsider.

But something about Newt made her feel like a normal human. Made her feel like she belongs. But she noticed how close Newt and (y/n) were and a part of her didn't want to get in between the two of them. But the other part.....

Present Day

"Hello, Leta. This is a surprise." Dumbledore said as he sees Leta sitting in her old desk, starting off into the distance. She jumps then closes her eyes for a moment and asked, in cold tone. "Finding me in a classroom? Was I such a bad student?"

"On the contrary, you were one of my cleverest." Dumbledore replied. "I said bad, not stupid!" Leta snapped as she stands up and faces her former teacher. "Don't bother answering. I know you never liked me." She said. "Well, you're wrong. I never thought you bad." Dumbledore said to her. 

"You were alone, then. Everyone else did. And they were right. I was wicked." Leta said, quietly. "Leta, I know how painful the rumors about your brother Corvus must be for you." Dumbledore said. "No, you don't. Not unless you had a brother who died too." Leta replied.

"In my case, it was my sister." Dumbledore said and Leta gives him a hostile and curious look. "Did you love her?" She asked him. "Not as well as I should have done." Dumbledore said then he walks closer to her.

"It's never too late to free yourself. Confession is a relief, I'm told. A great weight lifted." Dumbledore said and Leta continues to stare at him, suspiciously. "Regret is my constant companion. Do not let it become yours." He said to her.

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BTS CONCERT EXPERIENCE 9/8

Ok this was my first ever bts concert I was hecka excited and nervous. I’ve been a fan since boy in luv was released and I’ve always wanted to go to their concerts and I DID! I was lucky enough to get GA AND SOUNDCHECK! And I’m usually known for my bad luck so this was super shocking to me lmao

I went with my cousin and we arrived at staples center at around 6:30am and the line for ga was already SO. LONG. I felt my chances of being up front at least 2nd or 3rd row from the barricades were so slim by then :( I really wanted to see my boys up close with some chances of interacting with them.

I was in the unofficial line for ga until 10ish which was when we were finally able to enter the official line to get our wristbands. We got our wristbands by 11 and found out that we were 703-704 IN LINE. YALL it was right then and there that I lost all hope to be up close. After that I went in the soundcheck for my wristband. By the time I got out it was 12pm. I thought I would be around the 400s but I was 228!

NOW THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING. We walked around for awhile bc I wasn’t allowed to go back in line for soundcheck until 1. We decided to go use the bathroom which was located across the street in the parking lot for the Microsoft theater. But before we crossed there was a security check to the left of us for big hit staff and all that jazz. And there, we saw two black fancy cars that were tinted waiting to be checked and parked. My cousin was thinking that it could be bts and I was like “nah no way that can’t be” mind you that there weren’t a lot of fans in this area for some reason except us and some tourists passing by.

The staff stopped us to let 3 more cars come in and I try to look closely to see if inside were the members and saw one guy with a hat and sunglasses. After they passed it only hit me that there was a chance that it was bts but I just let it pass me.

SOUNDCHECK. Ok I felt this was probably my favorite moment. More than the concert itself bc it felt more intimate. As soon as I got in I felt super nervous and my legs were weak. Since there were only 500 winners, there was so much space. I decided to stand in front of the catwalk where I was somewhat third row bc there was only two girls in front of me. Then at 2:30, the lights dimmed a little and I here NJ go “how’s everybody doing?!” And I FREAK. NJ comes out first with the rest of the members following after.

NJ-wore beanie and sunglasses (literally matches the description of the person I saw in that car omg) and white long sleeve

JH-same as NJ but a beige long sleeve (what he wore in his live)

YG-Black cap and hoodie

JM-hair pushed back, sunglasses, and black long sleeve

SJ & JK-Black oversized tees

TH-purple dress shirt

JM, NJ, JH, and SJ came to my side the most. Kookie barely came to my side :( BUT when he did, there was a moment when we made eye contact (or I’d like to believe lol) and I looked away real quick yo he made me feel so embarrassed. Jimin squated down on my side. LITERALLY RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. And I wave super hard at him and he waved back! He looks a the girl at the very front of me and mouths “ily” and walks away. SHE SO LUCKY SJDUSAJBD

They sang INU, RUN, and MIC DROP. In between they would talk a little bit. Tae did that thing where he would stare at everyone in the crowd. Kook did the same too. Jin did his little hand kisses omg and jhope was literally the CUTEST. Yoongi was the quietest of them like he kinda just looked/acted like he was just there to do what he needed to do but idrk he didn’t really come to my side :(. But from what I learned from this experience is that JIMIN IS FREAKIN HOT he looked soooo good that day I just can’t.

By 3 we were out and I went straight back to the ga line. By 4ish we were inside. We slightly rushed to the floor and by then there were already so many ppl in front of the diamond stage :(. We still went to the left side of that stage but we were in the back :(. I was sad but luckily the view was still good.

The concert started at 6 and bts started off with Idol at the main stage. By now all the fans were going insane and everyone kept moving. I literally could not see the main stage. After a while I didn’t mind and just sang along to the songs while looking at the big screen.

The first time they use the diamond stage was for JH’s Just Dance and we went CRAZY. I got a good view of his upper body only but I was totally ok with that.

I tried recording only some of my favorite parts of songs/whenever they were in front of me and UNFORTUNATELY my phone ran out of storage a couple of times during the concert and I was pissed bc I had to delete stuff during the concert.

Throughout the show I felt that I didn’t fully appreciate bts’s presence. Like it didn’t really feel like they were there. I wasn’t at all feeling like I wanted to cry and I was kinda disappointed at how I was reacting to everything. I did enjoy the concert. It was super fun! But tbh I felt like I was more worried about recording things and also trying to see everything :/. I feel like it was bc I was GA that I couldn’t really feel the emotions. If could go to the next tour, I’d definitely want P1 but I’m still glad I got to experience GA :)

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