#WHY ARE THERE SPIKES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS???

[chaos-and-clowns]

Don't be ashamed of falling down the stairs,

I fall down all the time and look where that got me!

The first floor!

-my sister 5 minutes ago.

#meme #funny #stairs #staircase #joke #laugh #*golf claps* #owchie #WHY ARE THERE SPIKES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS??? #AAHHHHHHHH

[kingkatsuki]

— when it’s raining outside

Masterlist.

I know it’s been a while, but I’m falling back in love with this Bakugou specifically.

Warnings: none.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.1k.

Regardless of Pro-Hero Dynamight being one of the most successful fire quirk users in Japan, his agency isn’t exempt from Health and Safety. Some may argue that his team are far more strict compared to the likes of Shouto’s building which is only a few blocks away, and it’s definitely not because the Number Two Hero almost set fire to an entire floor when testing out new grenade designs.

But since that incident, there have been consistent fire drills weekly to ensure that the building and its staff are protected. Along with new fire safety robots that have been deployed to ensure that each individual makes it out safely.

“Another dumb fuckin’ tick box exercise.” Bakugou would always say, and he was probably right. The Pro-Hero alone could probably rescue each person trapped inside the building if something did happen, but it’s always good to be precautious right?

Or so you would say, until the fire alarms were blaring on a particularly bleary Monday while you were trying to unjam the photocopier. Groaning at the abrasive noise as you debated running back to your desk for your coat (and coffee) before being forced out of the warmth of the agency into the torrential downpour outside.

“Do not panic! We are here for your safety.” You scrunched your nose at the voice that was arguably worse than the alarm as you turned to face the fire Marshall robots which were now skimming the floor. The red flashing lights swirling angrily as the computerised smile on the machine that was surely there to calm you did the exact opposite.

“Stop. In case of emergency do not take the elevator.” The robot continued to blare. The designated fire drills always happened on a Friday afternoon (conveniently when Dynamight left for his evening patrol), so you wondered whether this may be a real incident as you made your way towards the stairs.

You had further to go compared to anyone else, working on the top floor alone with Dynamight so the lower you descended you began to see other employees— some lucky enough to be carrying coats and umbrellas as you followed them further. The noise from the alarm echoed in the hall as it mixed with the chatter, wondering what had happened and if they were safe. But at that moment you were more irritated that you’d be going outside in nothing but a thin cotton shirt and trousers.

The cold was bitter as you finally made it to the bottom floor of the sky scraper, thankful you wouldn’t have to ascend them after as you stepped into the heavy rain. Wrapping your arms around yourself to try and provide some comfort as you tried to look for any space under the shelter surrounding the building. The majority which was already taken by the employees that worked on the lower floors, huddled together and squeezed under umbrellas to shield themselves from the wet. Although, there were plenty like you who had not been fortunate enough to grab something on their way down and were just as exposed to the elements.

Resigning to defeat you huddled as close to a neighbouring building as you could, thankful it at least shielded you enough from the wild tunnel Dynamight’s Agency created to prevent being pelted with rain.

But it was still freezing.

Shimmying from toe to toe as you tried to keep yourself warm, watching as Backdraft turned up with the local fire service to scout the building.

“What’s goin’ on?” You heard a voice behind you as you turned to face your boss standing there, gym bag slung over his shoulder and a black hoodie pulled over his messy blond spikes.

“Shouldn’t you be saving us from the fire?” You laughed.

“Shut up, dumbass.” He scoffed, before his voice softened, “Where’s your coat?”

“In there.” You nodded towards his agency as he shook his head.

“Why didn’t you grab it?”

“Those stupid robots wouldn’t let me,” You pouted, now so wet you could no longer feel the rain dampening your skin.

Bakugou’s lip curled into the faintest hint of a smile at this, unbothered about the rain as he dumped his gym bag to the ground in favour of reaching back to tug his hoodie up and over his head. The movement pulled his black shirt up along with it, and you shamelessly ogled the exposed skin as you followed the wispy hairs of his happy trail disappear beneath black sweatpants. The hem of his boxers peeking out from under them as you felt a heat rise to your cheeks and flurry through you all the way down between your thighs.

Turning your head just in time as he pulled his shirt back down over his stomach before holding the hoodie out to you, pushing it into your side.

“What are you doing?” You looked down at the hoodie before glancing up at him.

“Put it on.” He replied bluntly.

“But you’ll get wet—”

“Put it on.” He ignored your objection, reaching up to ruffle his messy hair as the rain now began to dampen it.

“Thank you.” You murmured, instantly feeling the relief as you tugged it over your head.

The heat that radiated from Bakugou’s body now encapsulating you as you pulled your arms through the sleeves, burying your nose in the fabric as you inhaled the scent of him. A mixture of sweat and cologne as you almost forgot that you were standing outside in the pouring rain. No longer in a rush to get back inside the warm building as you let yourself be surrounded by him.

“Is it a drill?” You asked as he pulled his phone out of his pocket to begin calling a number.

“No idea.” He rasped while holding it up to his ear.

You tried to listen in on the conversation but the mixture of wind, chatter and the alarms in the distance made it difficult to decipher what was being said on the other line.

“It’s a false alarm.” Bakugou scoffed as he hung up, “Someone triggered the alarm in the canteen.”

“See what happens when you’re not around,” You smiled to yourself as Bakugou pushed his wet spikes back, exposing his forehead as he smirked back, “All hell breaks loose.”

“Yeah, can’t leave you alone for five fuckin’ minutes, can I?” He scoffed.

When you were finally let back inside the building, you offered to take Bakugou’s hoodie home to wash it before giving it back to him but he wouldn’t allow it. Telling you it was just an old hoodie and it didn’t matter— but the real reason he wanted to take it back like it was because after wearing it outside the scent of your perfume still lingered on the fabric.

#bakugou x reader #soft bakugou

[sarawritestories]

You Are Not a Burden

Cassian X Fem Reader

Summary: You have been tasked with going to the Spring Court to check in on Tamlin for Rhys. Though You and the High Lord do not get along and this visit leaves you injured and doubting your abilities in Rhys and Feryre's court and in the Inner Circle.

Content Warning: Angst, Aggression, injury, Stubbornness, Self doubt, barely proof read.

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I hope you enjoy this angsty fic that has some really good fluff at the end.

Exhaustion had been your constant companion in the past weeks. Doing emissary work between Summer and the Day Court had been successful and have been in good company with Tarquin and Helion, who have always loved when you come to visit. Though standing on the dilapidated building of the Spring Court, you wished you could be anywhere else. The territory has been neglected as shown by the dead plants and the Mansion looking like no one has stayed there in centuries in a matter of months. The once rich color of the land had dulled, and the people of this court have suffered just as much as the land.

Rhys had asked you personally to touch base with him as you were already traveling to nearby territories and seeing the exhaustion on his face mostly from taking care of Nyx and not wanting to have Feyre endure going back there you agree. The relief in his eyes made it worth being here though it meant that you would be apart from your mate for weeks as Cassian was at the Illyrian camps handling Devlon and making sure the camps were staying in line. The time apart has left an ache in your heart, but the work has been a great distraction.

Shaking your mind from your thoughts and sending love down the bond that links you to your General. There was a warmth that took over your body as he sent warmth and comfort through the bond. Taking a breath you raise your hand and ready to knock on the door when the door opens, and your eyes meet Emerald ones. “I could hear your heart rate spike. What do you want?”

You straighten your posture, “I was in the area, I wanted to check in.”

Tamlin scowls, “Consider me checked in. You can go run to your High Lord and your Bastard, like the good little Bitch you are.”

He is about to shut the door when you breach your boot against the frame preventing it from shutting, ignoring how his blow hit his mark and gave a knowing smirk placing the mask Rhys has taught you “Look who got his bark back.” You rolled your eyes, “Can I please come in? The sooner we have an adult conversation the sooner I can leave, and you can wallow in whatever pity party you’re hosting for yourself.”

His claws peeked over his knuckles, “Why do you care, you sure as hell didn’t care when you took Feyre from me? You sure as hell did not care when your High Lord let her come in and destroy my territory.”

You cross your arms, “Tamlin, Feyre, wanted to do that on her own, there was no coercing on our end. As for your territory...you were a ticking time bomb. Your people were getting frustrated with your rule. Feyre just sped up the process. Maybe it’s time you stop blaming others for what happened in your court and take some responsibility.”

In a flash Tamlin tackles you to the ground, your head hitting the concrete at the bottom of the stairs, your vision blurred slightly as Tamlin’s claw clamps around your neck and squeezes, “I want you to listen very carefully,” He snarls and you wince, “You don’t get to judge me when its apparent there is no use for you in that vile court you call home. Rhys and Feyre have no use for you other than sending out and parade around in other territories.” He smirked as a tear escape cascading down your cheek, “I’m sure you are only good for warming your general’s cock and sitting prettily on his lap.” You wince as his blow landed some of your deepest insecurities being confirmed by the person you hate the most. “You are not welcome in my territory and if I catch your scent even in my territory, I will kill you. Leaving your Corpse on your bastard mate’s doorstep.”

He presses his face close to hers causing a whimper, “Get. Out,” he whispered and ripped away from your body the sound of a door slamming solidifying that the High Lord of the spring had slithered back into his tomb. You laid facing the sky the beautiful sight of the sky a stark contrast of what transpired.  For a moment not fully aware of how that escalated quickly, and your hand gravitated to your neck and tears began to pool. You make sure that your bond was locked so your emotions were not flooding to Cassian as he was out checking on his armies.

You stood and the ground began to spin briefly before steadying yourself a sharp pain stung behind your eyes and you touched the back of your head and something wet and warm met your fingertips. You look at your hand and find blood dripping down to your wrist, without a second glance to the manor, you winnowed back to Velaris. You ended up on Madja’s doorstep and you stunned the older Fae healer, “Oh dear, let’s get you checked out” Madja brought you inside and tried to tend to your injuries.

The familiar mental claws scraped your mental shield as Madja had you lay in her cot checking your neck to make sure Tamlin didn’t do any permanent damage as a bruise in the shape of a hand was blooming across your skin. You open your shield enough to let your High Lord come in.

“Home so soon?” Rhy’s voice was a mixture of surprise and concern, “Was your trip constructive?”

You take a steadying breath Tamlin’s words began to bubble up. You tamper it down just enough to keep it from Rhys and replied, “Yes my report, will be on your desk in a few days.”

“I’m glad you’re home, Cassian and Azriel are on their way as we speak so we’re having family dinner tonight at the River House.”

“I’ll be there. I am going to rest it’s been a long journey, and I haven’t been sleeping well.”

Rhys chuckled, “I’m sure Cassian will be more than happy to help tire you out when he sees you. He has already promised to kick my ass for keeping him away from you for this long.”

You smile briefly, and once again Tamlin’s words tried to bubble on the surface causing you stress. Rhys must have picked up on the shift of your feelings, “You sure you’re okay. Tamlin give you a hard time?”

“Rhysand, I’m fine, I’m just tired. I’ll see you at dinner.” You put your shield up before he had a chance to press further on the subject, and let unconsciousness claim you.

~Later That Evening~

You make your way down to the dining room of the River House, your plumb colored gown swishing against your bare feet. The high neckline that has a cut out that compliments your breast is why you chose this. Madja was able to close the wound on your head but the dark purple bruise dawning on your neck was going to have to heal on its own. The sound of laughter flooded your ears and the sound usually brings a smile to your face but this time insecurities run rampant.

They don’t need you.

You don’t belong.

You don’t bring anything to this group. They are better off without you.

You wince at the last one, but you school your features and put on a smile and walk into the dining room. The laughter died out and nerves racked down your body by the silence your lips turning down slightly, “Don’t mind me,” You whisper as you make your way down to the empty chair next to your mate. Your heart stopped at the sight of him as he rose from his seat to approach you. Being out in the mountains in the Fall sunshine his skin had darkened a shade and there was stubble along his face that made your toes curl. He was devastatingly handsome, his hair in a clean bun and his leathers been replaced by a dark button up shirt and dress pants.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Cassian scooped you in his arms and spun you around. Placing you down he steals a kiss from you, “I missed you. I was so happy to hear you were home early.”

His hand grazed down your face and as he neared your neck wiggled out of his grasp and got on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek and gave him a small smile, “Me too, General.” You take your seat, and You see Cassian take his, his brows furrowed.  The food appeared and everyone gave approval

Feyre looked at you and gave her smile, “How is Tarquin and Helion, I hope they are doing well and treated you well.”

You are only good at parading to other courts.

You cleared your throat as fiddle with the food on your plate not having a solid “They are fine, warm and loving as always.”

“Rhys and Feyre have no use for you… you are only good for warming your general’s cock and sitting prettily on his lap.” The image of Tamlin snarling in your face and his hand squeezing your neck.

Rhys stilled his head shot up and his eyes met yours, your eyes widened and slam your mental shields up. Cassian’s head swiveled between his brother and you and guilt washes over you as he realizes that you have him locked out of the bond. “How was the Spring Court?” Rhys asked tension seeping into the room. Cassian’s head whipped to Rhys.

Feyre also stilled, “You sent her to the Spring Court?” she whispered her food forgotten. Mor poured more wine and filled Amren and Azriel’s goblets. Azriel’s shadows almost obscured him from view and Amren leaned against her chair and sipped her goblet.

Cassian’s grip on his fork tightened his knuckles turning white, “I chose to go,” I whispered. I reach my hand to grip Ferye’s across from me, “It was fine. I was banned but that was the only thing that happened,” Feyre didn’t return her smile.

Rhys jaw locked, “Don’t lie.”

Cassian through gritted teeth, “Someone tell me what’s going on right now!”  Rhys made eye contact with the General and his eyes went vacant along with Feyre’s. He was showing both yours and his mates the image that slipped. When the connection was severed you saw that the General had tears in his eyes as rage contorted his features. Feyre had tears streaming down her face.

You rise from your seat tears threatening, “I’m fine. I can handle myself. I’m so sorry that I ruined Family Dinner with this.” You fled and could hear Cassian call out your name as you winnowed to the door of the House of Wind and took the 10,000 steps to the top. You are aloud yourself to fall apart and sobs racked your whole body. Emotions swirling, of the pain on Feyre’s face and the pure rage on Cassian’s, the venomous truth that Tamlin spewed to you and when you reached the top. You moved as quickly as you could despite your thighs burning from the trek up the steps.

You reached the bedroom and were greeted by Hazel eyes, and you sniffled, “Cassian,” You whispered.

The General was leaning against the bed post with his arms and ankles crossed his eyes red rimmed, “Why did you block me out?” His voice was quiet and pained, his knuckles were bloody.

You open the bond and worry is sent down to him, “You’re hurt,” you whisper not looking away from his knuckles.

 He looks down at his hands and his eyes meet yours and they soften at your worry and relief shimmers down that bridge between him and you. “The blood isn’t mine. It’s Rhys’,” He shrugged, and you bit your lip, Cassian sighs and pushes of the post and approaches you and you avert your eyes. “He’s fine, he could have fought me off, he let me get the hits in. He felt guilty.”

“Why?” You ask, taking a step away from the door and approaching him.

Cassian stared at you in disbelief as he brought his arms down, pushing off the post to close the distance between the two of you. “Because he purposely put you in danger sending you to Tamlin’s territory. That the bruise your hiding behind that neckline is his fault.” Your eyes widened, “Rhys had stopped by Madja, and she told him she was worried about you.” You nod briefly, “We’re all worried about you. Especially Rhys and myself.”

You shake your head, “It wasn’t. I went willingly. I may have pushed Tamlin’s buttons, and he got the up on me.” You whisper, “It’s not Rhys’ fault it was mine.”

Cassian cupped your face in his hands, “Rhys was aware that you and Tamlin do not get along. He also knew that you wouldn’t say no whereas anyone else would have. As your High Lord and more importantly your friend, he should not have put you in that situation.”

You wrap your fingers around his hands that are still cupping your face, “Tamlin wasn’t wrong though.” Cassian’s face fell at your admission. Tears trailed down your cheek, “I feel like I don’t have a job that is really helping this court, but I can’t fight like everyone else and sometimes I feel like Rhys and Feyre really don’t know what to do with me.” Cassian wipes her tears with the pads of his thumbs. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m even a good enough friend to be part of the Inner Circle. Then what he said about you.” You closed your eyes, “I know you love me. I know you value me as a friend, partner, mate and wife, but I think back to the number of times you have had to reassure me and take care of me. I can’t help but feel like a burden to you and this court.”

“Oh Sweetheart,” His voice cracked as he picked you up and led you to the bathroom where he took a moment to change you out of your gown. His eyes were flaring with anger at the sight of the bruise. He puts on one of your favorite night gowns that is red and black. He guides you to the vanity back in the bedroom and has you sit as he begins to brush your hair. “There has never been a moment since you came into my life where I ever found you as a burden. You have been such a bright light in my life, your smile brightens the room and even on my worst day that same smile always melts my problems away. You have the affect on the team too, your easy and calm demeanor grounds everyone even Amren.” He meets your gaze through the mirror with his smile that always settles your nerves. “Your charm is perfect for dealing with temperamental High Lords which is why Feyre and Rhys have you go out and touch base with them every now and then. They like you and find comfort in your presence.”

He kisses your cheek and turns you so that you’re facing him, “I love you, You have never under any circumstances simply been someone who warms my cock.” You give him a small smile and his eyes light up at the upward tick of your lips. “I love your kindness, and your bravery. Most importantly it’s your willingness to drop anything for anyone, no questions asked. People know they can come to you for a listening ear, a shopping spree. You even know when I just need to hold you after a difficult mission, and you don’t pry but you somehow know what any one of us needs at any given moment. That’s special, Sweetheart, you’re special.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I will happily remind you of that, everyday from now until my heart stops beating that you are NOT a burden.” Another kiss to your lips briefly before he pulls away.

You feel tears flooding out one more time as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck taking in his scent. “I was nervous, that if you sensed my dread and fear down the bond, you would have shown up in the Spring Court. That’s why I blocked you out and I really wish I hadn’t. I thought he was going to kill me he even told me as much.” Cassian stilled at the admission but did not say anything as you continued, “Then when I got here all I could think about was how I couldn’t inconvenience anyone to help. I was cowardly and didn’t want Rhys to think I failed him. Failed you and began and self-doubt is a parasite that is easy to come in and harder to extract. I just didn’t want to bring the mood down of everyone being home for the first time in weeks. ”

Cassian snorted and you could hear him roll his eyes, “He failed you, Sweetheart. But Tamlin will be dealt with. I promise.” You nod and continue to sob into his neck ruining his dress shirt with your tears.  “Also, you are more important to me than any dinner or game night we could have. How you’re feeling takes priority for me that will never change. Just because you're not feeling joy all the time doesn't make you a burden, it's normal to have those bad feelings as it is the good ones.”

Cassian tucks an arm under your knees and behind your back and carries you to the armchair looking out at the balcony. Holding you close as your sobs ebb and flow he strokes your back and presses his head against yours whispering sweet nothings.

A few moments go by when the sobbing turns to soft hiccups, you raise your head from his neck to meet his beautiful honey-colored eyes. “Thank you, for being you, Cassian, you always know what to say.”

He presses a kiss to your hand, “Promise me something, Sweet Girl.” You wait to let him continue, “Promise me that you will not block me out like that again, if you think you will be in a dangerous situation or territory, you keep the bond open so I can help. While we’re at it, tell me things. Don’t try to protect me from your dark feelings, or worries, it’s my job as your mate and your husband to help you through them and work on quieting those loud voices. No different than what you do for me.”

You nod, “I promise.” You kiss him, “I love you.”

He smiles and holds you tighter to him, “I love you too, Sweetheart. Let’s get some rest, we have an early meeting with the High Lord and Lady tomorrow.”

You nod and let him carry you to bed. He quickly removes his clothes, apart from his underwear and crawls into bed next to you, bringing your head to his chest and his wing wrapped around the two of you for extra warmth as your eyes droop close you feel lips on your forehead, “My beautiful, mate.” He whispers as you drift into slumber.

~FIN

#cassian acotar #cassian x reader #acotar #acotar fanfiction #cassian x you #cassian fluff #azriel x reader #rhysand x reader

[gglitch1dd]

Good Evening

Alpha Bakugou x Omega Reader

Warning: Pregnancy, OMEGAVERSE, SMUT, domestic fluff, romance, top Katsuki, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, overall Katsuki being horny for his Omega

Linked to "Good Morning" With Eijiro x Reader.

You sat carefully slipped on your shoes right as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Tonight was a special night. A night that you had spend weeks planning because of your husband’s busy schedule. It was finally Bakugou’s birthday, the one day of the year that you were allowed to spoil him and he wouldn’t question it. It was also the one day of the year that he didn’t try and find out your plans that you had in store for him whenever you started acting suspicious.

You let out a breath as you looked over at yourself in the mirror. Today was very important. You had a lot held in store for your Alpha tonight and you were hoping that by the time you got downstairs where he should be by now (judging by your natural Katsuki-clock that you had set in to your own being). Tonight you were already wearing comfortable enough clothes for what you had in store for him. Despite trying to look fancy enough for the occasion, you also didn’t want to over do it.

With a confident breath, you stood up from your vanity and made your way out your bedroom. You climbed the steps to find that the blond haired Alpha was already waiting for you by the front door. His head turning to look at you as he looked away from the pictures on the wall. His crimson gaze locking onto your figure as you descended the stairs.

There was many thing you loved about your Alpha, but there was just a certain way he does things that you couldn’t help but love. From the way that he stood, assurance in every step no matter how he was thinking. The way his crimson eyes, that which reminded you of the deepest and richest of wines that you could only taste on a good night out, would look at things with such an intensity, you were surprised that they weren’t consumed in the flames of his gaze. His soft tufts of hair that were rather wild and untameable and yet uniquely his. Even now as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, with his hands in his pants and soft smirk pulling to his lips, dressed to impress with a button down and looking too good to be just for you, you couldn’t help but thank the heavens that he was all yours.

Bakugou opened his arms and carefully pulled you into his arms and his embrace. “Looks like all that money you spend on clothes is worth it.” He let out lowly.

You chuckled. “It’s always worth it Katsuki.”

He hummed in disapproval despite his face. His eyes looked you up and down before pulling you against him and placing a kiss to your lips, a satisfied rumble coming out of his chest. You purred back at his warm embrace, keeping your hands on his chest as you reached up to meet him. He chuckled and leaned back. “Good evening, Omega.” He let out lowly against your lips. “I see you want to spoil me tonight.”

You nodded your head with a smile. “Of course. Your birthday only comes once a year.” You reminded him as you took his large hands in your own. “I’ve got to spoil you, Tsuki.” You teased using the nickname that you knew he hated.

Bakugou groaned as he rolled his eyes. “You’ve really got to stop using that fucking nickname.” He stated annoyed.

“But why?” You tilted your head. “It suits you so well, Tsuki.”

“Okay, Y/N it’s not funny anymore.”

“Tsuki-bear.”

“Stop.”

“Tsuki, Tsuki, Tsuki, Tsu-”

Your voice stopped in your throat as he lifted a hand up to your throat, not squeezing but the presence of it there was enough to stop your thoughts and actions entirely. You looked up at him with a building tension between your legs as you looked up at him. He smirked at the spike in your scent but mostly at how quick it was to shut you up. He shook his head with a low chuckle. “Sometimes I wonder why I had to be mated to the biggest brat on this planet?”

You lifted up an eyebrow. “Maybe you should ask Eijiro how he feels being friends with you.”

Bakugou went stiff for a moment, his ears turning red for a moment before letting go of you and scowling. He turned away from you to the front door making you laugh at his sharp change of tune. “Let’s fucking go already. We’re going to be late for our reservation.” He gruffed out, his hands shoved into his pockets like he did whenever he was pouty.

You watched the large blond Alpha stand by your front door amusedly. You tilted your head to the side with a raised eyebrow. “And who said I made reservations, Katsuki?” You asked him.

He turned to you confused, his eyebrows furrowed. “Then why the fuck did you tell me to get cleaned up?”

“You had just come back from work.” You laughed motioning to him. “I don’t need you smelling like smoke and who knows what.” You approached him and gently took his warm hands. That was something else you loved about him. His hands. They were like mini warmers. Although you knew that he got really self-conscious about how they could get sweaty because of his quirk, you loved them (even though they did get sweaty- but you wouldn’t tell him that). “Come on.” You motioned behind you. “Lets go.” You urged from him with a gentle simple as you dragged him away from the front door.

Bakugou gave you a sceptical look. He was a naturally sceptical person. He often saw a glass as half empty than half full. However, as you led him you noticed his hand tighten around yours. If there was anything, Bakugou would trust you with his life. He would happily let you lead him into the unknown if it ever came down to it.

The both of you walked through the house you shared in the Pack A estate. It wasn’t a long trek before you led him to the back of the house to the back sliding door. Bakugou let go of your hand as he was stuck staring at outside. You pushed open the sliding door before pulling the shocked Alpha outside. Out in your backyard was a picnic set up for just the two of you. There was a picnic basket and drinks, with candles and petals. It looked more like a set up for valentines day than something for his birthday.

“Sorry, I had to get the fake candles with the batteries just encase one of Izuku’s rabbits came by. I didn’t want to be on the news for getting murdered by the Number One hero because I burned one of his rabbits alive.”

Despite his shock, Bakugou couldn’t help but let out a scoff. “Deku always was attached to those breeding monsters.” You let out a laugh at that before pulling him down onto the picnic blanket. Bakugou couldn’t help but admire everything. It was beautiful and it was clear that you knew him well enough to know that he would have just wanted a nice night with you alone for his birthday this year. With the sun having set and the lights of the candles, he couldn’t help but smile at what you had done for him.

“-so I also got you birthday cupcakes and look! They’re Dynamight themed! And I know you hate flowers but I think you would like the petals but-”

“It’s perfect.” Bakugou interrupted you, taking your hand in his. For a moment he gave you one of his rare genuine smiles that held nothing but pure adoration and love for you. The soft scent of smokey caramel and cinnamon wafted to your nose in a perfect blend that you only knew as your husband. “Thank you.” He told you with something so gentle you didn’t think it could be created from the hands of someone with a quirk that caused nothing but destruction.

You softened your own gaze. You lifted a hand up to his face, wiping at his cheek. “Anything for you, Katsuki.” You told him honestly.

Bakugou and you had your dinner together, something that you always treasured with him. Meals with him were always something that you treasured. It was one of the love languages you shared. Whether good or bad food, just sitting together in the intimacy of sharing a meal in each other’s company was enough for the both of you.

Meals between the both of you were always filled with either stifled or loud laughter as well as filled with stories from your day or from the past. You loved it when Bakugou talked. Sometimes he was more shouting than he was talking, but when he truly just talked to you and shared something with you because you knew he felt safe enough to, always made you smile.

“Okay, okay, come on, open up this one.” You told him, handing one of his presents towards him. The blond Alpha let out a disapproving grumble from his throat but accepted the present regardless. “Come on, this one is from Head Alpha.”

“Doesn’t make it any better.” He stated as he looked at the odd box in his hands. He shook it.

“Katsuki!”

He stopped as he looked up at you. He let out a huff before moving to rip off the orange bow on it. He opened the box and looked inside. He paused for a moment before letting out an annoyed scoff. “That shitty haired idiot.” He set down the box before lifting up a new recipe book. He fought off a smile as he looked at it with a odd smirk. On the front of the recipe book was a picture of the both of them, Bakugou shoving a cupcake in Kirishima’s mouth. The title of the book was called Cooking Mishaps with Blastie. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Bakugou lifted up the card in the box and read it. “Dear Katsuki, Happy birthday man. I know this birthday will be one to remember and I hope you love every second of it. I hope you love the gift. It took a while to remember all the recipes that you taught me since High School (most of which I haven’t gotten right, but it was worth putting together. I hope that we can add a second volume together, as we continue in our lives together. Forever yours, Eijiro.” You watched as his face was moulded into something so pure of happiness and appreciation of what his best friend had written. “PS. I have my own book. So that we can match.” Bakugou shook his head with a tsk. “Ever since he learned that his Omega is pregnant, I swear he turned more sappy than he already was.”

You chuckled as you rested a hand on your own stomach. “Well there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Yah… but no.”

You laughed before lifting up another present. “This one is from Izu- KATSUKI!” The blond had lifted it up to throw it away from the both of you. With a stern look from you he paused and put the box back down gently. “Open it!” You pointed down to the gift box that he had received from his oldest friend.

Bakugou rolled his eyes before moving to open the box, before the box moved. His eyes widened in fear as he stared down at the box for a moment before flicking his eye up at you. “If this thing blows up, I’m blaming you.” You gave him a pointed look before motioning for him to open it. Even more paranoid, the blond Alpha carefully put his ear to the box, listening for any ticking or indication of a bomb (Which was more his style but he had to be careful after what he gave Midoriya for his last birthday). Being sure that the gift was safe, he opened it. His shoulders dropped. “Fuck me.” He groaned. Before lifting up out of the box, one of Midoriya’s rabbits with a Dynamight head band on.  Finally it made sense to you why the box had holes in it. There was a letter attached to it that read Happy Birthday Kacchan. You laughed at the gift. Bakugou placed the rabbit to the side and out of the box, knowing that eventually the little animal would find its way back to the Midoriya residence and  if not would hop around the estate. He lifted up a small picture frame of the two of them when Bakugou was five years old, the both of them wearing bee themed antennas and party hats, two bright smiling pups. He shook his head with a tsk. “Fucking nerd. What’s next.” He stated putting the gift to the side and patting the rabbit on the head for a moment.

“It’s my gift!” You told him optimistically with a smile. You handed him a box of your own.

“What’s up with people and boxes.” He grumbled as he took the gift from you. As he moved to open it, you carefully lifted the rabbit into your arms. The fluffy little creature looking up at you with it’s Dynamight headband. You giggled at the little animal before setting it back down into the grass to hop back to the Midoriyas. Bakugou removed the card of the gift first, opening it. “Dear Katsuki, Happy birthday…” He looked up at you. You motioned for him to continue to read it. He sighed. “I feel so grateful to have watched you over the past years that we have been together and I feel so unbelievably lucky to have you as my husband, my mate and my Alpha. You mean the world to me and I can only say thank you for allowing me to stay at your side…” He looked back up at you with gentle crimson eyes. He scoffed with a smile before shaking his head. “It’s more the other way around, idiot.” He said lowly as he cleared his throat to continue reading. “Happy birthday my love. From me and someone else special.” Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows at that last part. “Who the fuck-”

You were quiet for the most part, the anxiety eating you up. You motioned to the box. “Open it.” You said quieter than you had been all night.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow before looking down at the box. He carefully removed the lid and moved around the packaging paper. Then he paused. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment. He lifted up a small onesie. It was much too small for him and too big for the bunny as well. It was themed as his hero costume. The blond Alpha tilted his head to the side as he looked at the outfit. “When did they start making these?” He said confused, before looking at you. Your Alpha seemed to be rather dense today. You didn’t say anything, just shrugging. Bakugou let out a hum as he lifted up another card. He let out a breath. “Another bloody card, alright let me see… Dear-” His breath hitched as he froze. He looked at you in pure disbelief. You fought the tears as you just nodded your head. Bakugou looked at you scared, almost as if it was a greater villain than anything he had ever faced. He shakily looked down at the card again. He swallowed hard before continuing. “Dear Poppa. Happy birthday. This birthday, I’m snuggled safe within Mom’s tummy so you don’t have to worry about me. See you next birthday, safe in your arms next. I can’t wait to meet you, Pops. Love… Love Baby Bump.” Bakugou shakely put down the card to look up at you.

You smiled at him with a bright smile with tears in your eyes.“Happy birthday!” You whispered.

The blond Alpha dropped his shoulders. His pupils dilated consuming his crimson eyes. He let out a breath as you lifted his hands up to his eyes. “Fuck.” He whispered. He tried so hard to control his emotions but more tears just came to his eyes. He sniffed wiping his eyes before looking back up at you. He carefully moved closer towards you, pulling you into his arms with a tight hug. Your own shoulders dropped in relief as you let out a silent gasp, clutching onto him tighter. He moved back slightly looking at you still trying to grapple with what was going on. “You… Baby, you’re…”

You nodded your head with a gentle smile. “Yah. I’m pregnant.”

“How long have you known?” He asked you quietly.

“Two weeks.”

He closed his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours. His hands moved over to your waist, his thumbs brushing your abdomen. He fought back a sob. He rest his head in the crook of your neck. He wrapped his arms around you, a loud rumble escaping his chest as tears flowed down his face. “Thank you.” He whispered to you.

You smiled with a happy chirp escaping you. This had been something the two of you had talked about and something you knew he had been wanting. Although Bakugou had never thought he would ever have a family, always thinking of himself as too brash or too wild or unsavoury for the domestic life. But you showed him that even people like him could have the life they wanted. You were glad that he was so happy about the news of a pup, a weight being taken off your shoulders in worry.

Bakugou kissed your mark on your neck before moving to kiss your lips. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him with a smile against his lips. He couldn’t help but hold you tighter, keeping you pressed up against him in want. You purred into his embrace pulling him impossibly closer. Bakugou let out a stuttered breath, before deepening the kiss.

You hummed as he let out a low groan as he kept you against him. The blond Alpha’s large hands moved across your skin before grabbing at your waist and moving down to your hips. He pushed back against you. You chuckled at his eagerness and sudden want for you. You carefully leaned back, lifting a finger up to his lips. “Upstairs.” You whispered with a smile. “Then I’m all yours.”

With a low growl and little to no patience, your Alpha lifted you up into his arms making you release a short scream. Holding you over his shoulder, he raced inside making you giggle. You rarely saw Bakugou excited for a lot of things but whenever he was alone with you, made you see that side with him, especially as he raced up the stairs.

The blond gave little care as he kicked open the door and placed you down on the bed swiftly. You giggled once you found yourself on the bed, looking up at the blond Alpha who had his crimson eyes filled with lust and love for you only aimed at you. He slowly crawled on top of you before capturing your lips with his. You let out a hum at the kiss, your hands moving up his body, one finding itself deep in his hair.

Bakugou kissed you passionately and hungrily as he moved to tug at your clothes, wanting to rip them off of you. He was desperate for you. Much too desperate to care about anything other than bullying his knot inside of you. “Off.” You heard him growl lowly as his palms started to heat up. “All of it… off.” With a tug, you watched as the front of your clothes turned to cinders as he ripped the rest away from you. You gasped, finally getting some much needed air as he tore his own shirt and pants off his body.

Bakugou was quick to find his lips to your scent glands, kissing at your mating mark that he gave you, making you mewl in pleasure at the feeling. His hands traced down your body, over your chest and just over your abdomen for a moment. A shiver ran down his back as a rumble left his chest. The thought that he did that to you, that he put his pup inside of you, made him want to skip foreplay and just pound you into the bedsheets without a single care in the world. It felt like he was falling into a rut with you around him like this. He groaned as he pushed his thick fingers inside of you, two fingers already moving in and out of you to spread you open for him.

You gasped as you arched your back slightly, trying to pull him closer against you. “Katsuki…” You whispered his name into the air as you relaxed back into the sheets, letting him do as he wished. It was the least you could do for his birthday.

Bakugou wanted to hear more of you saying his name tonight. Which was why curved his fingers just right to have you moaning out loudly into the night air just for him to hear. He grinned down at you, with that devilish smirk of his that left you speechless more than once. “Yah… there you go. Being such a good Omega and taking my fingers inside you.” He praised as he moved his fingers in and out, leaving you basically defenceless to his onslaught of pleasure to your body.

The blond Alpha moved his thumb to rub at your clit and you could feel yourself twitch and clench immediately. “Oh fuck, Katsuki!” You cried as you tightened your hold on him, digging your nails into his back to try and steady yourself. It was almost like he was always able to make you shiver at just touching you. “Just like that! Don’t stop!” You begged.

He chuckled. “I can do whatever the fuck I want. It is my birthday after all, but since you’ve been such a good breeder for me, I’ll reward you tonight.” He tilted his head before moving to suck at your neck where your mating mark was.

You moaned as you twisted and turned, the pleasure over coming you as you found your thighs shaking in ecstasy. “Alpha! I- Fuck!” Your thighs clamped around his hand, but it didn’t stop a very determined Bakugou from guiding you through your orgasm. A muffled squeal left you as you felt Bakugou bite at your mark simultaneously, making you feel so bare towards him. However, he didn’t stop immediately making a whimper escape you. “K-katsuki, Alpha, I- I… ah… I can’t take anymore.” He hummed, letting go of you, redrawing his hand that was now covered in slick.

He always loved how wet you would get for him, how much you couldn’t help but succumb to your instincts whenever you were with him. With his other hand he pushed your thighs apart as he looked down at you. You watched him lick his hand with a hum, looking at his hand in desire. Despite the ache in his gums at wanting to just dive his head between your thighs, Bakugou was too impatient for that right now. He wrapped his hand around his cock making you bite back a whimper at the sight. He had that smirk on his face that told you that he was going to be rough with you. You wanted to enjoy it while he was still willing to.

Bakugou guided his cock to your entrance, pressing into you making you gasp as you automatically tensed for a moment. The blond Alpha above you groaned as he pushed his cock inside you, feeling you suck him in and tighten around him like a vice. He let out a low growl at the feeling as he tightened his hands on your thighs. You whimpered at the feeling of his long cock inside you. Finally pushing all the way in, Bakugou let out a groan.

“Fuck you feel good.” He rubbed your inner thighs as he stayed above you. He took a moment to enjoy the feeling of being one with you, a feeling he would never get over. Bakugou looked down at you and for a moment his gaze softened. You were the Omega that captured his heart, enchanted his soul and drove him insane with how much he loved you. He wanted to hate you for making him feel and act like a fool, but you gave him a home. He couldn’t hate you for making his home worth living in. He bent down and placed a tender kiss to your lips.

You smiled into the kiss, knowing exactly what he was saying without saying it directly. “I love you too, Katsuki.” You whispered against his lips.

He scoffed with a tilt of his head. “Yah, you better…” He shot at you before putting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes for a moment. “I love you.” He whispered.

Without wasting another second more, Bakugou found himself thrusting into you like a man on a mission. You let out a moan as you rolled your eyes back at the perfect feeling of his cock inside you. You hummed in pleasure as you enjoyed the feeling of the head of his cock pounding into you and the feeling of every vein of his cock brushing against your velvety walls.

You moaned like a slut on his cock but you didn’t remotely care. Not when he was touching you the way he was touching you, or fucking you the way he was fucking you. There was something so intimate about him staring down at you, his eyes never leaving your body as your body jiggled and was pounded by him. His eyes dilated and filled with want for you.

Bakugou dragged a hand down to your abdomen, feeling the baby bump you had there. It only increased his pace and devours of fucking you. He was your Alpha, no one else and there wouldn’t be anyone else. Call him crazy, but just the sight of you liked this made him feel damn right feral. Here you were, carrying his pup and giving him the best birthday present he could have received. If he could keep you like this, full and happy on his cock, he would.

You cried out as he thrusted against a specific part inside of you that had you seeing stars and going light headed for a moment. You closed your eyes in pleasure as you grabbed at your breasts in pleasure.

You felt a harsh hand tug at your face, forcing you to look up at him. “Uh uh. Look at me when I fuck you!” He growled down at you as he didn’t skip a bit as he bounded into you. His hand moved to your neck, tightening around you which only made you leak more slick onto his cock. “You want me to continue? You want me to continue to fuck another pup inside of you, then you fucking look at your Alpha when he fucks you.”

You nodded your head with a whine, keeping your eyes on him as you wrapped an arm around him. “Katsuki,” You whined, feeling the build up of tension and release rise within you. “Alpha, fuck me.” You urged him as you fought the urge to roll your eyes at how good he felt inside you.

He let out a low growl, feeling that your orgasm was near and so was his. He growled as he ran a hand through his hair. “You’re such a good wife, a good Omega to me. I love you so fucking much.”

“Katsuki!” You couldn’t hold it for much longer, already feeling your own high building up within you.

“Fuck!” Bullying his knot inside of you, you came around his cock, milking him for all he was worth as you held onto him like your life depended on it. Bakugou moaned into your neck, his own form slightly sensitive at the hard orgasm that ran through him. He breathed heavily, small beads of sweat speckling his body as he stayed caging you below him.

You sighed as you relaxed back into the sheets, looking up at him with a half lidded gaze. You let out a low chuckle. “I guess you’re excited about the new pup, huh?”

He let out a grumble. “More like fucking terrified…” He expressed to you, surprisingly honest, but he lifted his head up and gave you a tender look, putting a smile on his face. “But yah… I’m happy. Prince Explosion Murder Demi-god Dynamight is gonna be one hell of a pup.”

“Prince? Demi-god?”

“Well obviously, we’re having a boy.” He stated so confidently with a smug look on his face. He then motioned down to you. “Besides me being Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight mating with you, but an easily swayed human Omega by my good looks and prowess-”

You hissed up at him before tugging your body up in bed, effectively tugging on his knot.

“AW FUCK!” He cursed loudly. “WATCH THE KNOT!”

“Watch your fucking mouth!” You shot right back up at him. “Geez, sometimes I can’t believe I married you.”

“You love me.” You glared at him but stayed silent. He chuckled as he placed a peck to your lips. “Of course, you love me.”

You carefully put the last dish to dry on the stand. You let out a breath as you sighed, finally having all the chores done for the day. It was already evening in the Bakugou household and another busy and loud day filled with laughter, shouting and miniature explosions. You walked over to the bowl of hot water where you had a bottle of milk already warmed up and ready for your newest pup to consume. You shook it gently as you undid your apron and made your way upstairs.

You carefully stopped by the open door of your eldest daughter and son’s room. Murasuki, the already sleeping blond girl was already fast asleep, her mouth open as she snored softly as drool threatened to go out of her mouth. You shook your head with a low chuckle at the blond haired girl who had managed to go to bed, her part of the room being the darkest with only her explosion nightlight on.

Crouched next to the bed of the other twin in the room was your husband, on his knees quietly talking to a sleepy blond boy who, unlike his sister, was a carbon copy of your Alpha. He had tired crimson eyes that were filled with life and happiness along with soft blond hair. He was happy to have his sire home with him tonight to read him a bed time story, knowing how busy Bakugou’s schedule could be with being the Number Two Prohero. He was already tucked into bed, facing your husband but he wore a Dynamight explosion (more like butterfly wings) headband.

Your son had his palm out, soft tiny pops of explosions over his hands that looked more like fireworks than anything over his soft palm. Bakugou marvelled at the sight of the boy’s quirk, although weak, it was the most beautiful display he had ever seen. “You see, pops.” He whispered up to his sire tiredly as he closed his palm, allowing Bakugou to slip back on the quirk suppressant collar on his wrist for when he slept. “Now I can be a hero.” He whispered up to the blond Alpha.

Bakugou smiled as he ruffled the hair of the small blond boy. “You’ll make a great hero, Hiromu. With practise and hard work you can be just like your old man.”

“Really?”

Your husband nodded his head. “Yep, really. You an protect Mommy and your new sister and Mura too.”

Hiromu let out a disapproving hum. “Mura can take care of herself.” You bit back a chuckle as your husband laughed quietly. The blond pup let out a yawn before turning to rest his head on the pillow. “I can’t wait to be a hero, just like you.” He whispered as he closed his eyes. Bakugou smiled as he put a hand to the pup’s blond hair and kissed his forehead.

You smiled as you continued on your way to the pup’s room. Letting out small whines in her crib was your youngest and newest addition to the Bakugou family. Bakugou Yasu. The whimpering little pup whined as you neared her cushioned crib.

“There, there.” You whispered down to her as you lifted her up and out of her crib.

The little pup whined before settling against you. You smiled. She was the calmest out of everyone else in this house, it was honestly suspicious to have such a calm Bakugou, but you thought that she must have taken after her granddam, Masaru, rather than the blond part of her family. You brought the nipple of the bottle to her lips, letting her latch on as she greedily drank from the bottle with a disapproving hum.

You chuckled at her expression. “Sorry your highness. I didn’t know you were so hungry after already getting fed an hour ago.” You told her gently as she opted to ignore you now and just enjoy your scent and the feeling of your warm embrace.

You felt large arms wrap around your waist making you lean back to the scent of cinnamon, smoke and caramel. You looked up to Bakugou who smiled down at you with his youngest pup. He put a hand to her head making her yip at the attention from her sire.

You laughed lightly. “Already such a Daddy’s girl.”

“She’s a Bakugou.” He told you with a proud smirk. “Of course, she is.” You chuckled at his prideful expression before just looking down at her. Bakugou hummed as he placed a kiss to your neck. “Good evening, my love.” He whispered lowly.

You chuckled. “Evening, Tsuki.”

-Glitch1d

I totally didn't forget his birthday....totally...

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My Best Friend's Brother Part 5

"hope she took her bad deal and made a royal flush"

your heart was glass I dropped it

champange problems

P1 P2 P3 P4 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12

pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo

Summary: you just moved into the sturniolo’s home after some family issues and you’re starting to become attracted to your best friend’s brother and you hated yourself for it. But how could you resist?

warnings: heavyyy toxic household mention/interaction,swearing, mentions of drinking

sorry this chapter is short

xoxo, Autumn

"Shit" 

"Shit" Chris and I both looked at each other. He immediatly sat up and turned towards the window, attempting and push it open. My anxiety spiked as I heard a car door slam and footsteps. I turned back to Chris seeing him still struggling with the window. 

"Chris, what are you doing?" I whispered harshly at him. He turned back towards me. "I'm trying to open it, Y/n" He said through gritted teeth. I closed my eyes shaking my head. This was not happen, right now. I pushed him out of the way. 

"Move, let me try" I said pulling the bottom the window. "What did i say about pushing the drunk guy on the roof?" He whispered as I finally pushed the window open and climbed back into his room. I heard him climb in after me and shut the window. I walked over to his door, as fast and as quietly as possible before opening the door. 

"Y/n" Chris said walking out into the hallway after me. I turned around stopping in front of the stairs. "What?" I whispered. He walked up to me and that's when Nick walked up the stairs, looking at us. We both turned towards him. 

"What are you guys doing?" Nick said smiling and shaking is head. I looked over at Chris and he looked at me. His bit his lip and looked at Nick. I glanced back at Nick who was waiting for an answer. I opened my mouth. "Uh" I breathed.

"Chris is drunk" I said quickly, pushing him away from me. Chris stumbled over slightly. "Stop pushing me" He whined, rubbing his arm. Nick looked over at Chris raising his eyebrows, before shaking his head. 

"Chris, go to bed" Nick said stepping past him. Chris glared at me. I shrugged before turning and following Nick. Nick turned around and looked at me. I smiled at him. He stopped trying to hide a smile. 

"What?" He asked, biting the inside of his cheek. I smiled widely up at him. "Soooo" I sang. "How'd it go?" I asked pushing him with my shoulder. He attempted to look away and hide his smile. "Nick!" I protested. He held his hands up. "Okay fine! We kissed" He smiled at me. 

I screamed wrapping him in a hug, that he attempted to push away from. "Nick oh my god! How was it?" I asked pulling back. He shook his head. "Nope that's all you're getting. Now go to bed" He said starting to walk away from me. I whined stomping like a little kid, making him turn around. 

"Why do i get nothing?" I asked. He shook his head smiling before closing his door, leaving me in the hallway. I sighed turning and walking into my bedroom.

I rubbed my eyes and groaned before falling on my bed. I blinked up at the ceiling. I really hope Nick wasn't suspicious about Chris and I. The thought of Nick being angry with me scared me more than Chris not having feelings for me too.

Guilt filled my chest knowing that I told Chris what happened between me and my parents the night they kicked me out, before I told Nick. I swallowed my guilt. It was in the moment. I was vulernable and Chris was there, and he was so sweet and he called me pretty.

He said he liked me, but he was drunk. I didn't deserve drunk words. I didn't deserve drunk words ever. I never take what people say to me drunk to heart. I didn't with my parents and I'm not with Chris. No matter how much I wanted to.

I rolled over hugging my pillow.

No matter how much I tried to convince my brain to not take what Chris said tonight to heart, my heart screamed that it was true.

More importantly, what the hell was in that notebook?

-

I rambled through my belongings, getting tired of rewearing every single thing I brought. I've been here for almost a month now and my outfits were starting to hurt my eyes.

I leaned back holding the bridge of my nose knowing what that mean. I heard my door open and turned to see Nick walking in looking down at his phone. He looked up seeing my face.

"What's wrong?" He asked stopping. I sighed looking down at my bag. "I have to go by my mom's house" I said biting my lip feeling the anxiety rise in my chest. "What why?" He asked walking up to me. I looked up at him, throwing a shirt down back into the pile.

"I don't have any clothes" I sighed reaching up and rubbing my face. "No, I'll buy you new ones. You don't have to go back there" Nick shook his head beside me. I looked up at him biting my lip. I shook my head.

"No Nick, you've done enough for me these past few weeks. I need to go and do this" I stated nodding, knowing this was something I needed to do on my own. This was one thing I didn't need to drag Nick into. He sighed.

"Do you want me to come with you? I can get Matt and Chris to come too just incase-" He started to say but I cut him off. "No!" I quickly said holding my hands up. He furrowed his eyebrows at my response. My eyes went wide. I still hadn't come in contact with Chris since last night and I didn't want the first time to be in front of Nick and Matt coming with me to my mom's house. I just wanted to talk to him on my own terms alone to try to figure this shit out.

"Okay" Nick said leaning back. "Sorry-no I-just need to do this alone" I sighed looking away from him. I nodded and placed his hand on my shoulder soothingly. I turned and started to walk out, anxiety filling my chest.

I didn't want to come in contact with my mom at all.

-

The walk wasn't far. Like I said about 10 minutes, in the Boston cold might I add. I sighed as I wrapped my arms around myself, noting to get a coat while i'm there.

I breathed out, seeing my breath out in front of me as I made it to the house I grew up in. Filled with horrible memories. I closed my eyes looking down at my feet.

"You can do this" I whispered to myself as I looked back up at the house. Just one foot in front of the other. You got this. I stepped forward and stopped, swallowing. Feeling horrible goosebumps coming over my body.

God, why was I like this? Why was I such a baby?

I shook my head. Thinking of something, anything that could make me push through this. The first thing my mind went to was last night with Chris on the roof.

"I don't know if anyone has told you this lately Court, but you're enough"

"You're more than enough. You're like the smartest person I've ever met"

"and now the bravest."

I smiled down at my feet. I could do this. I was brave and I was strong. My thoughts were just my enemy trying to weight me down. It wasn't me, it was my mind telling me what I am.

If Chris of all people could sit there and tell the girl who's been burned her whole life, told she wan't enough constantly, and kicked out of her house that she was brave. It had to mean it was true.

I took a deep breath, letting the anxiety push out of my along with the warm air from my mouth. I nodded before walking up to the front door. I hovered my hand over the doornob, pausing.

"You are not my daughter. I'm leaving and you better hope I never come back"

"This was your fault y/n. Yours."

I closed my eyes trying to push away the memories.

"I know this sounds stupid, and maybe a little insensitive, but you telling me that really only makes me like you more"

I smiled before pushing open the door, hearing the creek in the process. I swallowed glancing around. There wasn't any noise. I sighed of relief, she must not be home. I walked up the stairs to my old bedroom, pushing the door open and stepping in.

It was weird. Like coming back from a vacation, everything was frozen in time. The calender hung on my wall still reading 'October' with the only plans written on almost every single day stating 'hang out with Nick'.

I smiled running my fingers over the old writing. I let out a breath as i turned looking at the room. I kind of missed it. My purple bedsheets and the books laid across the shelves.

I bit my lip. I wished things were different. I wish I had a easy normal life like the ones you read in novels, where a girls only purpose is to find a boy who loved her dearly. Who had parents that supported her dreams not laughed at them. I wished that my parents loved each other and I wish they didn't fight. I wished they would kiss my forehead at night and tell me bedtime stories instead of screaming at me telling me to go to my room.

I wish things were different.

But life is a bitch, not a genie. It doesn't grant wishes. It just gives you the life you have and forces you to deal with it. It wasn't fair.

I snapped out of my thoughts hearing a door slam downstairs. I turned towards the doorway, hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. I stayed frozen unable to move as I saw my mom walk through the door.

"What are you doing here?" She asked looking at me. I looked down at the books and then up at her. "I-" I stuttered. She shook her head. "Why are you here?" She asked louder. I let out a breath shaking my head.

"I-I don't know I just thought-" I said my body lighting on fire in fear. She shook her head sighing. "Y/n. I can't get ahold of your father I'm worried" She sighed looking down. She placed her hand on her head. "I'm worried about him" She sighed. I just looked at her with a blank stare. Is she serious? I shook my head smiling in anger.

"Are you kidding?" I spat looking at her. She looked up at me and held her hands up. "What?" She asked shaking her head. I chuckled looking down, shaking my head. Not believing this was my life and I had to deal with it. You play the hand you're dealt.

I stepped forward. "I've been gone a month. You haven't come looking for me once!" I yelled scoffing. She tightened her jaw. "I'm you're d-daughter!" I yelled shaking my head not believing her right now. She bit her lip.

"Y/n it's different. I know you can handle yourself out there-your father he's angry and he might do something stupid-" She shook her head. I held my hand up stopping her and closing my eyes.

"I can handle myself?" I asked looking at her. She stared at me. "I'm fucking 19, I'm-I'm a child. I could be sleeping on the damn streets for all you fucking care!" I screamed at her. She shook her head.

"Where have you been staying?" She asked crossing her arms. I bit my lip and shook my head. "No" I stated. "I'm not doing this" I said walking past her, but she grabbed my arm. I turned around looking at her.

"I still love you. You're my only daughter" She sighed looking at me. I shook my head, ripping my arm from her. "If this is love-" I scoffed. "Then I don't fucking want it" I said turning before stopping."And i'm not your daughter anymore" I shook my head before grabbing the door handle and slamming the door to my room.

I walked quickly down the steps and out of the house, not hearing her following me. I shook my head as I looked down at feet as I walked back towards the triplets house, without a coat, and without any more clothes.

-

I tried to turn off my mind as I walked up back to the famialir house, but I couldn't. I sighed as I walked up to the door before it being pulled open before me. I jumped back and looked up seeing Chris, wrapped up in a sweatshirt and a North Face coat.

He looked shocked to see me too. I just blinked up at him, not thinking I was going to have to see him right this second. He stepped forward out of the house and I moved to the side so he could step outside.

"Oh hey" He said looking down at me as I moved out of the way. "Hey" I breathed looking up at him. He let out a breath as my heart beat faster.

"Nick told me you were going to your mom's to get more stuff?" He said motioning to the door. I turned and looked before looking back up at him. I let out a breath and nodded.

"Yeah-Yeah that's where I just was" I said smiling and nodding. He looked down at me, noticing my lack of well....stuff. "Where's the stuff?" He asked smiling slightly. I let out a breath closing my eyes.

"I-uh" I cleared my throat. "I ran into my mom and I just-" I bit my lip shaking my head sighing not feeling like explaining to him right this second what went down. I looked up.

"Where are you going?" I asked. He turned towards the driveway. "I was gonna go meet Elmer at his place, he's working on some new stuff and I wanted to sit in and listen" He nodded. I nodded back.

"Sound fun" I breathed. Why was this so painful? He nodded slightly smiling before turning and starting to walk away. I sighed putting my hand against my face.

I had to talk to him one way or another. We had to address last night, it's hanging over my head like a knife. I swallowed turning back to him.

"Wait, Chris" I said walking up to him. He turned to the sound of his name being called. He raised his eyebrows as I walked up in front of him. I sighed biting my lip.

"Can we talk?" I asked softly looking at his eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows and slid his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "About what?" He shook his head. I looked to the side and then back at him.

"About last night?" I questioned his confusion. His face dropped slightly before regaining itself. He looked to the side and shrugged. "What about it?" He asked glancing down at me. I just looked at him.

"What about it?" I said looking up at him in confusion. He just stared down at me. "I was drunk, I don't remember any of it. I don't even remember seeing you last night" He shook his head shrugging.

My heart stopped beating.

I just stared up at him, wondering if I heard him correctly. My lips slightly parted as I looked up at him. He bit his lip as he just looked at me.

"A-Any of it? You don't remember any of it?" I questioned shaking my head looking for any sign in his eyes that he remembered. He pursed his lips and shook his head looking off into the distance.

I felt my chest clench, physically spikes shooting through my chest from his words. I told him about my parents. He told me he liked me. He called me brave. He almost kissed me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked to the side, feeling tears brim at my eyes. Tears. I nodded not looking at him and not saying anything else before turning on my feet and walking quickly towards the door and pushing it open, feeling the tears start to come out of my eyes uncontrollably.

My parents kicked me out. They told me I wasn't their daughter. My dad fucking left and Chris Sturniolo was the one that broke me.

*lets out a breath* i have no words

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[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Neglected

A/N oh my god they were roommates, 800 words. Be kind, it's been a thousand years.

Athlete: Dominik Szoboszlai

Warnings: 18+ only please - fingering, mouth full of sin; also breakups, shitty boyfriends, beer, porn; Google translated Hungarian. Shady POV switching.

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Dominik greets her at the door with takeout and the good beer, just as she did for him during his last breakup. “That guy was trash, anyway.”

She rolls her eyes, shoves past him to drop her work things on the stairs and strip out of her winter outerwear. “Try not to look so happy about my impending spinsterhood.”

He chuckles as he turns for the kitchen to unpack their dinner. “He didn’t even watch football,” he called over his shoulder. “What did the two of you even talk about?”

He watches her pick through her food, waiting for her to open up first. She’s sad, but not devastated. “He wasn’t even all that into me,” she finally says, and he shifts his body towards her.

“What do you mean?’

She shrugs. “Just… never initiated. Anything. Never texted me first, never planned anything, never… anything, really.” She sets down her near-untouched food. “I don’t know why I put so much effort into it. And he was always jealous of us living together.”

He leans forward onto the counter next to her, his own food forgotten. “Idiot.” 

She looks towards him with a defeated half-smile. “Plus it’s hard to compete against… y’know, the internet.” He raises a questioning brow. “I think he preferred porn to me, honestly.” 

His brain goes blank for a moment, a dull hum in place of thoughts before he blinks himself back to awareness. “…the fuck?”

She laughs at his bewilderment. “Come on, Domi, it’s not like it’s a rare thing anymore.” He continues to stare at her in wide-eyed confusion. “Stop it.”

He rises to his full height, moving to stand in front of her. She can’t understand his muttering in Hungarian, but he looks pissed when he lays his hands on the counter to frame her in between his arms. “I hope his dick falls off.”

She can’t help the snort she makes, smiling up at him. “To be fair,” smile faltering when his face grows darker, closer to hers. “Domi, you-”

“When’s the last time he touched you,” he croons in her ear, fingertips skimming over the curves of her waist and hips. “When’s the last time he made you feel good, pretty girl?”

“I-” Her voice catches when he caresses the bare skin just beneath the hem of her shorts, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. She can feel her face reddening, her body flushing with the heat rising in her. “I don’t remember.”

He makes a noise low in his throat, hands gripping dimples into her thighs. “Fucker,” he murmurs, and the press of his thigh between her legs spikes her adrenaline. His lips trace her jawline to her mouth, skimming over her trembling lips. “That’s unacceptable.”

She puts up no resistance when he hikes her legs around his waist, pushing her onto the counter to finally seal his lips against hers; she’s pliant when his tongue coaxes her bottom lip open, putty in his hands as they explore her body. He inches back to smile down at her and he’s so devastatingly handsome she has to bite back a whimper, fingers curling into his shirt. “Kiss me again,” she pleads, and he’s so eager to comply her body slides further backwards, head narrowly missing the cabinet behind her. With a grunt he forces her forward again, body molded to hers as his tongue desperately seeks out hers.

“Take me to bed,” she gasps, oxygen deprived but still starved for his kiss. “Take me to bed, Domi, please.” He curses when her fingers tighten in his hair, her hips rolling against his. He’s so hard it’s painful.

“Need to make you cum first,” he says, swallowing her whine of protest when he hikes her shorts and panties over her ass down to her knees. “Need it,” he whispers, begs. When he drags the pad of his thumb through the slick gathering between her legs, parting her lips to swipe over her clit in a slow, soothing rhythm, the shiver that darts up her spine pushes a moan from her throat.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” He’s equal parts arrogant and awestruck, pupils blown wide as he watches her come undone. She doesn’t try to still her quaking thighs, kept apart by his slim hips; she comes embarrassingly fast, his name a quiet cry on her lips when her orgasm jolts through her suddenly, engulfed by his scent when he presses himself ever closer to hold her as she trembles.

“Holy shit,” she says when she feels like she can breathe again. “You’re…” she trails off weakly.

He takes her chin between his thumb and forefinger to bring her face to his, his lips soft against hers again. “I’m just getting started,” he promises.

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[criminalamnesia]

The One I’d Come Looking For

warnings: mentions of blood and death, mentions of past trauma, no use of y/n, reader has an unnamed sister, reader has powers and goes by “phantom”, not proofread

summary: you and peter had fallen out months ago because of your different lifestyles. now, he’s back in your life and trying to save you from Kraven’s hunters.

author’s note: I’m down bad for insomniac!peter. anyways I wrote this quickly and in a blur. it’s also my first step back into writing for fun in a while so I’m sorry if it’s awful and messy! I definitely started this with a different ending in mind but what’s done is done.

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You thought you’d put your life as a criminal behind you. You’d been doing good for yourself without the help of your powers. You’d gotten out— but Kraven pulled you right back in.

You were on the run now, constantly looking over your shoulder as you attempted to find a way out of New York. It’s times like these you’d wish those experiments had given you the power of flight— maybe even invisibility. Anything to get you out quickly and unscathed.

Your phone rings for the third time in ten minutes. You don’t need to check the caller ID to see who’s calling. You know it’s one of the spiders— probably Miles, as you and Peter had a complicated history.

You ignore the ringing in favor of focusing on pushing the needle into the skin of your thigh to sew up the gash there. Kraven’s hunters were no joke. You’d faced worse, but they’d caught you by surprise. One minute you’re sleeping peacefully, the next your eyes are flying open to the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

You’d taken out most of them as you escaped, but one had taken a sword to your thigh. You were lucky— those blades were sharp enough to cut through bone. The one that hit you had skimmed you, but it had still cut deep enough to need stitches.

You bit your bottom lip as you worked on stitching yourself up. Your first aid skills were a little rusty, but it was almost like riding a bike. You never forget how to patch yourself up after a fight, right?

The phone rang again and you scowled. You should’ve left the damn thing behind, but maybe your subconscious made you take it in hopes that he’d call.

You and Peter hadn’t spoken in months, not since you stepped back from a life of villainy. In hindsight, it’s ironic. Peter hated your lifestyle when you were together— it’s one of the reasons things ended. You’d think he’d be interested once you were on the straight-and-narrow, but he was radio silent.

You could understand. You had done a number on him— and he on you.

Again, the phone rings. You pull the needle through your skin a final time, tying the thread and reaching for the bandages beside you. A knock on the door startles you out of your thoughts.

The bandages are forgotten as you raise your hands. Green light swirls around your fingertips. You’re ready to send a barrage of green spikes through the air when whoever is knocking speaks.

“Phantom, I know you’re in there.”

Peter.

“It’s open,” You sigh, dropping your hands and turning your attention back to the bandages.

The door slowly creeps open a crack to reveal an unfamiliar suit. The red and blue you once knew are gone, replaced by an eery black that unsettles you. You raise your eyebrows as he enters the room and pushes the door shut behind him.

“New suit?” You ask, looking back down at your leg as you start wrapping the bandage. You grit your teeth as you pull the fabric tight around your thigh. You couldn’t afford to start bleeding again.

“Why don’t you answer your phone?” He counters, his voice lower than you remember. It almost didn’t sound like him.

“Kinda busy here, Pete. Fuckin’ hunters know what they’re doing. I’m sure they’ve got my trail again, it’s only a matter of time before they come busting in here. I’ve gotta patch myself up and get going— excuse me if I don’t have time for chatting,” you huff, not bothering to look at him as he approaches you.

“I saw them on my way over,” he says. “Said hi.”

“Did you?” You said, ripping the last of the bandages and patting your thigh. You’d have to stay ahead of them now. You’d lose a foot race, but you may win with some distance. “How kind.”

“I was trying to buy you some time.”

“I don’t need your help, Peter,” you spoke, pushing yourself off of the floor while minding your hurt leg. “I’ve been doing fine on my own.”

“You should be grateful,” he said. There was an angry edge to his voice, and it was unnerving. You’d never heard him speak in such a tone, especially towards you. No matter how mad you made him when the two of you were together, he never reached that point.

“Should I?” You questioned, getting a good look at him now. He still had the white spider you recognized, but the rest of the suit was a slimy looking black. “I don’t owe you shit, Spider-Man,” you threw the title in his face, watching as the off-white slits of his eyes narrowed. “I didn’t ask for your help. I can handle myself— I have been handling myself for months, and last I checked, you wanted nothing to do with me. So, why are you standing here now?”

He exhaled sharply. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before you gave a small laugh and shook your head. “This angsty, brooding act isn’t cute, Pete. Tell me what you want or get lost.”

“I’m trying to save you,” he spat as his face started to come into view. Black tendrils of the suit slinked away until his mask was completely gone. There was a look in his eyes you didn’t recognize.

“Save me from what, the hunters? Little too late for that, incase you haven’t noticed,” you gestured a hand to your thigh.

“Kraven,” he spoke, his voice rough. “He’s killing villains. He’ll kill you.”

“I’m not scared of Kraven or his hunters,” you said, reaching down to swipe your bag off of the floor. You shrugged one of the straps over your shoulder and looked back at Peter. “And you should know I don’t need saving.”

“Can you not be so stubborn for once?” Annoyance was clear in his tone as one of his hands reached out to wrap lightly around your wrist.

“Since when do you care about my well-being?” You countered, pulling your wrist from his grasp and stepping around him. “We didn’t end on good terms. We haven’t spoken in months. I don’t think you could hate anyone, that’s not who you are—” you gave a small laugh as you shook your head, “but I’m pretty sure you got close to hating me.”

“I never hated you,” he told you, and his voice almost sounded normal again, but you were already walking towards the door. Your hand grasped the handle, pulling it open, but making no move to step out.

You ignored him. Although you would never tell him, those words meant a lot to you. You had loved Peter— for fuck’s sake, you were going to marry him. But you got caught up in some bad shit, and he couldn’t forgive you for it. You didn’t expect him to.

The last time you had seen him, you’d limped away. Broken and bleeding, abandoning him on a rooftop, ignoring his pleas for you to do the right thing.

You had never raised a fist to him, nor he to you. In fact, he had saved you from death at the hands of Kingpin that night— and still you’d finished the job you were assigned.

The clarity that came after was crushing. Missing him was crushing, but you were too proud and he was too tired. You know that if you’d gone back to him, he would have eventually forgiven you. Peter was good like that. It was one of the reasons you had loved him.

It was one of the reasons you still loved him.

“Goodbye, Spider-Man.” You spoke softly before stepping into the hall and shutting the door behind you.

You hobbled down the hallway and desperately tried to ignore the pain in your leg. The hunters wouldn’t stop just because you were injured, meaning you couldn’t stop either.

Whatever. You’d been through worse.

As you approached the end of the hall, the irises of your eyes shifted to a light green. It was a subtle tell that you were using your powers. As if the occasional glowing-green structures you created weren’t enough of a tell.

You shifted through the wall, your eyes fading back to their original color as you inhaled deeply. You knew Peter was probably still lurking somewhere close by. He was never one to sit back and let something happen, especially if it involved someone he cared for.

Well, used to care for. You supposed it was just the heroic-ness of him that kept him glued to your shadow. He couldn’t leave in good conscience, not when the hunters were on your tail.

You limped deeper into the alleyway you’d shifted into. It reeked of rotten food and you swore you saw a rat run by, but life on the run was never glamorous. Besides, the darkness of the alley made you feel the tiniest bit safer, even if you knew the hunters had tech that would make the dark surrounding you look like daylight.

Speaking of…

An arrow whizzed by your head, embedding itself into the metal of the overflowing dumpster a few feet ahead. You sighed.

“Can’t you guys take a hint?” You turned and raised your hands, ready to defend yourself, and—

“Run!”

Peter had been following you. He landed between you and the quickly approaching squad of hunters, sparing you a glance over his shoulder before turning to unleash his wrath on Kraven’s lackeys.

“Can’t run even if I wanted to, Spider!” You shouted, shrugging off your bag and tossing it to the side.

What happened next was a blur.

Green light swirled between your raised fingers, materializing into the green spikes you’d almost impaled Peter with ten minutes ago. You sent them flying towards the hunters who weren’t preoccupied with the spider currently ripping them to shreds.

One hunter screamed in pain as one spike met it’s mark, piercing the woman’s abdomen.

Peter may have a no-kill rule, but that didn’t mean you did.

Another grunted as a spike met his shoulder, but he soldiered on with a sword raised.

“Really? Still coming?” You huffed as you formed a sword of your own, the green light it was constructed of illuminating your battlefield.

The man roared a battle cry as he brought his blade down towards you. You parried swiftly, but the man you were fighting was much more experienced with a blade. He swung again, and as you attempted to move out of the way, the blade sliced into your other leg.

“You guys don’t fight fair, huh?” You groaned. Green light dissolved as you lost your focus on your own weapon. Now you were just trying to keep your balance as you dodged the hunter’s strikes by the skin of your teeth.

“Not as strong as we thought,” the hunter spoke as his blade made contact once more, this time cutting into your arm. “Kraven will be disappointed.”

“You caught me on an off day,” you rolled your eyes. “Maybe try again next week?”

“Phantom!”

The shout caught you off guard, and you made a stupid, careless, rookie mistake. You would later blame it on the horrible concoction of events leading to that moment. Peter popping back into your life, the cut on your thigh, and the fatigue you felt after being on the run for days.

Your head turned to follow the voice because you knew it was Peter’s. Old habits die hard, right?

The hunter raised his sword again, and then the world went black.

—

When you woke up, you were in a cage. An honest to god cage. You snorted as you lifted your pounding head from the ground. The hunters took their shtick seriously, you had to give them that.

You blinked your eyes rapidly in an attempt to clear the spots clouding your vision. Probably a concussion. Just another injury to add to the list.

As you slowly pushed your body up into a sitting position, you mentally noted your other injuries. Deep cuts to one arm and both thighs, including the cut you’d stitched— which was now bleeding again. Your right leg also felt broken, which you guessed was something the hunters had done after you’d fallen asleep so you wouldn’t escape.

“Kudos to them for trying,” you mumbled under your breath as you shakily— and very carefully— stood.

You limped to the bars of the cage and grasped onto them for support. As you surveyed your surroundings, you realized you were in a zoo. It almost made you laugh.

“You guys are cute for being so committed to your little hunter thing. Really, it’s adorable,” you spoke as you caught sight of the hunter standing a few feet away.

The woman didn’t acknowledge you. She kept her back towards you as she watched the small fire crackling in front of her.

“Even the spider talks less than you,” a man’s gruff voice startled you. The hunter stepped out of the shadows as he approached the woman by the fire.

“Speaking of the spider,” you called out, “where is he? Do we have adjoining cages, or does he get special treatment?”

The male hunter didn’t bite. He came to a stop beside the woman, leaned down to whisper something into her ear, and then he turned and left.

When the sound of the man’s boots hitting the ground could no longer be heard, the woman turned around. She snarled as she looked at you. One of her hands reached to unsheathe the hunting knife strapped to her hip.

You watched as she began to walk towards you. Your mind raced as you thought of different ways to escape. If she opened your cage, you could use your powers and dispose of her— but how big was this zoo? You had only seen the two hunters, but you weren’t naive enough to believe they were the only ones here.

“Lucky for you,” the woman finally spoke. Her voice was thick with an accent you couldn’t place. “Kraven wants you alive.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Lucky for me.”

The woman raised the knife in one hand and reached the other towards your cage. You struck in an instant.

Green light contrasted the orange of the fire as a spear materialized in your hand. You shoved it forward between the bars of the cage, right into tj woman’s stomach. Before she could attempt a scream, you wrenched the weapon from her gut, raised it in your grasp, and shoved it into her throat.

She dropped to the ground, the only sound escaping her throat a quiet gurgle. You were done playing games— and you didn’t want to prove Peter right. You didn’t need his help. You would get out of here on your own.

You phased through the bars of the cage and raised your hands in anticipation. The only thing you heard was the sound of the fire. It was too quiet.

“Need some help?”

You scowled as you turned your head to look at the man who landed beside you.

“I don’t need you to save me,” you spoke.

“You were locked in a cage,” Peter replied, throwing a thumb over his shoulder towards the cage. “I think you needed a little help.”

“I’m not in the cage anymore, am I? And whose doing is that?” You retorted as Peter’s face slowly revealed itself.

“You just can’t say thank you, huh?” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“Fuck you, Peter. I told you to stay out of it. I know you feel like you have to intervene, but you don’t, so—”

“Of course I have to intervene,” he cut you off. “I can’t let you die.” His tone was almost angry as he took a step closer to you.

“Are you doing this because it’s me or because of your need to save people?” You said, and he went quiet.

“You feel like you can’t let this go because you have to save everyone. I get it, Peter. But you don’t have to save me.”

“I can’t let you die,” he repeated, his voice soft. His eyes met yours.

Back in that abandoned house, when you’d seen Peter’s face, he hadn’t seemed like himself. But now, as you stared into his eyes, you saw the Peter you knew. The one you loved.

“Peter—” you began, but he shook his head.

“Just let me talk. The way things ended… it shouldn’t have happened like that. I was angry. First May and then— then you. And you went back and finished that job and I just couldn’t— I couldn’t do it. I could barely look at you.”

He paused, and you waited for him to speak again.

“I didn’t understand it at first, why you did it. But now I do. Ganke found out what you did with that money a few weeks after. I wanted to say something— but you were in the wind, and I knew you didn’t want me to come looking. So, I let you go. I had Ganke keep a lookout for any calls that might’ve related to you, but none ever came. You went clean, and I wanted to reach out, but—”

“Peter, whatever end this whole big speech is coming to, I don’t need to hear it.” You interrupted, and he shook his head.

“No, you do. You weren’t a… good guy. Not all the time. I know that. But some of the things you did, and who you worked for, I understand now. Your sister—”

“How do you know about her?” You spoke, eyes wide.

“Please don’t be mad— I had Ganke do some digging after… everything.”

You were shaking now. Peter knew. He knew everything. He knew that you worked for big bosses like Kingpin because you were sending money to your sister.

He knew that you became a criminal because of your anger and your desperate attempts at finding the man who experimented on you. Mob bosses have connections, and you thought you could work out a deal.

He knew that the reason you still finished that job for Kingpin, even if the villain had almost killed you, was because your sister’s life was at stake.

He knew your sister was dead, and that’s why you had tried to disappear.

“We had our problems when we were together,” Peter said after a beat of silence. “And I’m not excusing your past— but you could’ve told me. I could’ve helped you.”

You shook your head. “No, you couldn’t have. He would’ve killed her sooner. Besides, you’re not my therapist, Peter. No one could’ve help me with that anger I felt— that I still feel. I’m still who I was, I’m just trying not to take it out on innocent people anymore. I don’t want to be the reason someone else loses their sister.”

You could hear police sirens in the distance. You gave a small shake of your head as you pushed back the thoughts of your past.

“We should go.”

Peter reached forward, his hand finding solace on your shoulder.

“I can’t forget what you’ve done. I can’t forget the fights and the disagreements between us. But, I also can’t forget the love I have for you. I can’t forget how much I’ve missed you over these past few months. I can’t forget, but I’m willing to forgive.”

Your eyes met his once more. “Peter—”

“I will always come looking for you, over and over again. Even if it takes me a little bit,” he gave a small laugh, and you rolled your eyes.

The sirens were getting closer. You inhaled deeply.

“This doesn’t fix us.” You told him, and he nodded.

“It doesn’t. But maybe one day soon, we can try again.”

A small smile etched its way onto your lips. You gave a small nod as one of your hands came up to rest on his hand.

“Now, let’s get you out of here,” he said as his mask reformed. He moved his hand from your shoulder to you waist and pulled you tightly into his side.

“Still remember how to do this?” He teased, and you laughed.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget the fear that comes with your horrible steering.”

“Just for that,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “I’m going the long way.”

Peter shot a web and the two of you were pulled into the sky. You held onto him tightly, and even though you knew the two of you had a long way to go, you’d never been more excited to see where the journey would take you.

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[inoreuct]

tattoo artist hobie/college au pt. 2!!

pt. 1

the Black Widow’s two-storey building was nestled between a café and a music shop, tinted glass windows gleaming in the late afternoon light. a bell dinged when miles stepped in, eyes flicking down to his watch reading 4:58p.m.; he let the door fall shut behind him as he took in the cool concrete floor and the matte black brackets of plants on the foyer wall, leaning his elbow against the front counter.

“hi,” he greeted the receptionist, who gave him an expectant half-smile. “uh, i’ve got a five o’clock with—”

“you’re early.”

miles’s heart did a flip-flop in his chest.

hobie stood on the bottom step of the staircase off to the side, long legs crossed at the ankle with his hands in his plaid pockets. his slouch against the railing was easy as ever, as was his smile; miles looked down at his watch just to give himself a second to recollect, trying not to let his brain stall. 4:59. “barely.”

hobie chuckled, and it made his pearl earring sway; miles’s eyes snapped to the motion like a magnet as hobie turned away, heading back up the stairs. “well, c’mon then.”

the narrow staircase led to the second floor, an open area with a few low couches and a coffee table. there were scones and tea on a tray; chai, by the smell of it, and hobie poured for them both once they sat down opposite each other. his teal converse bumped against miles’s toes as miles took his cup with whispered thanks and had a sip, brows raising.

“good, innit?” hobie murmured over his own, lips curling up the same way his fingers curled around the handle. “gift from a friend, his aunt makes it. help yourself to the scones, yeah?”

miles hummed, swallowing. his eyes flickered from hobie to the table to the wall and back to hobie again; the way he leaned back into the couch, loose-limbed and comfortable, was awfully distracting. miles took a second sip with that dark gaze on his skin, and the silence got louder.

“ay, sorry, i’m—” hobie sat up properly, hand on the back of his neck as he offered a sheepish chuckle. “i’m staring. s’rude of me.”

“nah. depends on why you’re staring.” the words were out of miles’s mouth before he could filter them, and he snapped his mouth shut in mortification.

hobie just laughed, piercings twinkling as he grabbed a buttered scone and bit it in half. “business first, brooklyn boy.”

miles valiantly willed the heat out of his cheeks and sat forward, putting his teacup down to pull his laptop out of his messenger bag. “so how’d you know about me? and my art?”

hobie smirked like he knew something miles didn’t. “school.”

he froze, narrowing his eyes. “...what do you mean, school?”

“we go to the same school.”

“we— wait.” miles knew hobie’s voice sounded familiar. “you’re the guy on our college’s radio station.”

hobie gave him jazz hands, brows lifting with a bemused smile. “the one and only.”

he gave hobie an incredulous look, mouth falling open. “man, i listen to you! how have i never seen you on campus?”

“we’re on opposite ends. i’m majoring in classical music,” hobie replied, grinning wide enough for miles to notice a smiley piercing against his front teeth. “you’ll never guess how i found out about you.”

“…i don’t know if i wanna ask.”

“ya happen to know a certain miss stacy?”

miles goggled. “you know gwen?! i mean, okay, no, gwen knows you?”

the other boy cackled, shoving the remaining half of his scone into his mouth and dusting his hands on his pants. “why’s that such a surprise, huh? we’re in the same block!”

“yeah, but—” miles sputtered, waving his hands about with his laptop forgotten. the way hobie’s eyes crinkled when he laughed was doing funny things to his brain. “you’re cool.”

and hobie really was; he was wearing dark red gloss today, lashes spiked with glittery mascara, a distressed black tank showing through the loose knit of the cream sweater hanging off one shoulder. he had a new ear stack on too, gold and garnet in a delicious contrast against his rich skin, and the tattoos on his forearms moved with him when he settled back against the couch.

“gwendy’s plenty cool,” he countered, playfully arching a pierced brow.

“not after you’ve seen her laugh so hard she shot rice out of her nose,” miles deadpanned, and he reveled in hobie’s wheeze. “but seriously, dude. there is no way in hell i haven’t seen or heard of you before.”

he knew he looked good, or at least decent; he had a solid sense of fashion and a workout routine that was consistent enough, but hobie was electrifying like a spark to your brain stem.

“let’s just say i like to keep it on the down-low.” hobie offered a mirthless chuckle. “a violin prodigy who hates practicin’ and prefers electric guitar, and still has one of the most sought-after scholarships across the board? i ain’t exactly got a fan club, now, bein’ the black sheep and all that.”

miles tongued at the inside of his cheek, fiddling with the charm bracelet on his left wrist. “they’re wrong about you.” hobie’s eyes flickered to him, sharp and intense, and miles shoved down against the way his heart was climbing up his throat.

“ya barely know me.”

“and yet i like you,” he challenged, setting his teeth against the verity. “and i’m not wrong about people very often.”

he watched as hobie’s eyes widened imperceptibly, falling shut as the other boy scrubbed broad palms across his face with a heavy sigh. “bloody— gwendy told me you’d be like this.”

“like what?”

“stubborn,” hobie muttered, peeking at him between two ring-clad fingers, full lips ticking up at the corner. he said the word like a compliment. “she’d warned me, y’know. i suppose just not enough.”

the laugh that slipped from miles’s throat was unplanned, thick like a weighty throw pillow to the chest. “sorry to break it to you, but my best friend is biased,” he said primly, pursing his lips. “also possibly a little bit crazy. and a liar.”

“alright, alright.” hobie’s grin was awry, pulling at his lip ring. it was ridiculously charming. “how ‘bout ya re-introduce yourself on your own terms, then?”

miles cocked his head, pretending to consider before he stuck out a hand. “miles morales. double major in visual arts and graphic design. it’s a pleasure.”

he tried not to shiver when hobie’s fingers wrapped around his, elegant and calloused, warm against his skin like the weight of hobie’s gaze.

“hobie brown. tattoo artist, lead guitarist extraordinaire—” he let go and sat back, dark eyes glittering above a soft smile, “—and i think you’ll find that the pleasure’s all mine.”

miles swallowed, mouth dry. his pulse fluttered.

oh, boy.

fin.

#punkflower #hobie brown #miles morales #across the spiderverse #flowerpunk #atsv #miles x hobie #spiderverse #FLIRTS both of them #the pleasure’s all mine HOBIE PLS

[star-girl69]

Faithless

Savior Complex Part Two

Lottie Matthews x Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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sypnosis: Sick with guilt, scared of every shadow, hungry and stubborn, this is no way to live life. You lay in the attic all day, let the world pass you by, watching as memories play over and over, but there is blood on your hands and in your teeth. You can never get it off.

a/n: another au where coach ben didn’t burn down the cabin bc again… i am not dealing w that ❤️ and also I WANTED HURT/COMFORT SO I WROTE HURT/COMFORT. DEAL W IT. i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of death, cannibalism, swearing, depression, suicidal ideation, tell me if i missed anything!!

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You will never forget the sound his body made as he landed in the bottom of the pit. You will never forget that first moment you saw him, when all you saw was his still body and the blood. You will never forget the moment you had realized what had happened, when you saw the spikes and the blood, and you realized what his stillness meant.

Maybe the way that your mind had forced you into this loop where you constantly though about it was why you had these dreams.

Another night, another nightmare, and you shoot up straight in the flimsy mattress you call a bed. Natalie and Lottie’s arms fall from around you, and you push them off, the blankets off, everything away, because you can’t stand to be warm when he never will be warm again.

You cry. You cry. You didn’t know it was possible to cry this much, for your starved and hungry body to hold this much tears.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry,” someone is whispering, brushing the hair out of your face, and someone else just wraps themselves around you so you won’t hurt yourself or them in your frenzy.

Lottie kisses your shoulder and mumbles something. A prayer, maybe. You feel numb again.

Natalie takes your face in her hands, stares into your eyes, but it feels like she’s a ghost. You want to stare into her soft eyes, you want to kiss her, you want it to be how it was- but you just look through her.

She touches your temples.

“What is happening in here?” she whispers, her voice full of such genuine confusion, and when you can finally stare into her eyes, you realize she’s crying.

“I don’t know,” you whisper back, your voice scratchy from not being used. “I don’t know.”

She wipes away your tears, taking a deep breath and wrapping herself around you tighter, so your face is pressed into her chest. She sets her chin on top of your head.

And she holds you like that for a long time until she must think you’re asleep, so she guides you to lay down in that same position, the room quiet except for soft breaths.

“I-I don’t know how to help her, Lot.”

Lottie scratches your scalp. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t know either.

—-

As soon as you woke up, you knew this day would be as worst as the last. So, like the day before, you didn’t wake up. After a while, Natalie detangles herself from you and Lottie, heading downstairs.

Since the hunt, Natalie had been the only one to leave the attic. Lottie had reopened all of her cuts and bruises in the aftermath, aggravating every sore spot in her body.

It was hard for her to get up and down the stairs.

But at least she had a reason.

You had turned into this black hole of a thing, sucking in breath and warmth and attention and letting out nothing in return.

Even now, as you lay on your side, Lottie pressed against your back, she’s trying to keep you warm, trying to make you feel better- running her hands through your scalp.

And if it was the before, if you still had some semblance of faith left in you- if you could believe that the world held something good in it, you would love it. You would love her attention and her comfort.

But every time you close your eyes you see his tiny bloody body. You feel the blood sinking under your skin. You hear the sound as he fell and landed.

You aren’t a person anymore. You’re a black hole, and all you can do is take.

—-

It’s not hard to realize that Natalie and Lottie are treating you like glass. And maybe you would be annoyed if you didn’t feel like glass.

You haven’t been able to eat since the hunt.

And you know they’re trying to be kind to you and your grief, but every time Nat looks at you in the light, she looks so concerned. You know you must be looking horrible, hungry and dirty.

Nat looks at you as she passes Lottie’s cup to her, full of meat that the scent of sends a sharp pang of hunger through your stomach. Lottie moves away from you so you don’t have to smell it or hear her chew it.

“You should really eat,” Natalie whispers. “I can find something for you.”

You look through her. And you know she notices it too by the way her shoulders drop.

“I’m tired,” you murmur softly, and you are. You’re tired of living the same memories every time you close your eyes. You’re tired of the hunger in your stomach.

You look down, fixing the blankets around you.

You can still feel her eyes on you. She doesn’t stop looking.

Lottie sets her metal cup onto the floor, untouched, and you look up in shock. Food is a commodity here. She should eat it before it gets cold. You would if you could.

“We know you’re scared,” she says, crawling gingerly towards you. You look at the floor and bring your knees to your chest. “But you can’t let your fear drive you to death.”

You scoff, automatically, because at you’re core you’re just a teenager girl who can’t fathom the notion of death.

“I’m serious,” Lottie whispers, her voice falling softly. She places her hand on your chest. “Breathe. In and out-”

“Lottie,” Nat says, her voice soft for you but her tone stern. Lottie rolls her eyes and turns back to you.

And it’s so casual, and so them, that you can help but smile.

They both seem a little shocked for a moment, but your smile doesn’t falter, too caught up in such a before moment, that they quickly slap their own smiles on their faces just so you’ll keep smiling.

Nat places her hand on your knee, still drawn up to your chest-

“We love you,” she says. And it’s just so true and so obvious that you believe her.

And even though you don’t know if you’ll ever not feel this horrible black hole in your chest, they love you.

When the first tears come, Natalie just wipes them away with her thumbs. But when they come like a rain storm, and your sharp breathes sound like thunder, she doesn’t bother trying to stop them.

Lottie comes behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, letting you fall against her, and the tight ball you had wound yourself up into falls. Natalie gets on her knees and presses your face to her chest.

“I love you,” Lottie whispers. “We love you.”

And they whisper it so many times the phrase starts to sound funny.

“It’s okay,” Nat whispers, because she has always been the type of person to throw a band-aid over a bullet hole. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“And it doesn’t feel like it,” Lottie continues, “But I know it will come. And you don’t have to do anything unless you want to, and… and we’ll always be here to make you do the stuff you have to do, no matter if you want to do it.”

It does not take away the fact that you feel like a black hole. It does not make Javi alive again. It doesn’t make you feel any less guilty.

But it makes you feel loved.

You are faithless, but maybe they have enough faith for the three of you.

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everything taglist:

@emilynissangtr

#lottienat x reader #lottie matthews x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #yellowjackets x reader

[sneakyparsnipslicer]

dude help please! This twink kidnapped me!? And he is wanting to swap bodies with me since I’m so huge and muscular and hairy!

Hmm, this is a tough situation. Guessing the twink won't take no for an answer?

You'd met him on a night out right? Out clubbing with the mates and that was where you saw him, at the bar as you were getting the round. Pretty sure that's where you introduced him to me and the others. I was worried since you hadn't texted letting us know you got home safe. But whatever ropes he bound you with you broke free of. You must have, that's how you managed to text me right? Good to know you haven't lost your touch Houdini!

I don't suppose you remember where he took you do you? Can't really send the police if we don't know where you are. Keep your wits about you and do what you can to stall him. You've got this

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You read the text and sigh, it's reassuring to know that someone knows you're in this predicament. You pocket your phone and look around the dimly lit room. It's gotta be a basement right? You haven't seen that creep since last night, pretty sure he spiked your drink, the bastard.

In the distance, up the steps you hear the sound of footsteps and the turning of the key in the locked door. The twink was coming to check up on you! You quickly place your hands behind your back and sit patiently as you hear him steadily walk down the steps. You watch cautiously as he arrives at the bottom of the stairs. The two of you stare for a moment and he swaggers towards you.

"Good to see you're awake" he says calmly, walking into the moonlight shining from the window above you. He's cute, but by God do you hate him and what he wants.

He looks like a TikTok fuckboy, but something about him makes your skin crawl. There's more to him that meets the eye and with his earlier proposal of making you into a bodysuit, you just know you're not his first victim. For a twink, he's quite intimidating.

"Have you considered my proposal?" he asks softly. You clear your throat, indicating that you can't talk due to the gag in your mouth. He approaches and unties the gag. You take a deep breath of musty basement air and cough.

"Catch your breath" he says as he walks over to sit on a nearby box. Your breathing calms, you lick your dry lips and look to him searchingly. He sits there unphased.

"Why are you doing this man?" you ask croakily. The twink looks to the window and sighs.

"It's become a passion of mine, collecting bodysuits of men I admire, I've been collecting for quite some time now. Once in a while I see someone so drop dead gorgeous and get the urge to just BE them, you know?" he said, romanticising the idea.

"So you just bag us and wear us? What the hell? What about US? I want to live man" you say sadly, tears begin to well in your eyes.

"I understand the sentiment, but consider this; all that work you put into that godly body of yours, eventually it'll age and wear and that'd be such a tragic waste" he says, shaking his head disapprovingly. You look at him shocked. He only cares about how you look now?

"So what? You kill me and wear me like clothing and somehow that's better than me continuing on with my life?" you ask. He considers this but still doesn't show any notion of reconsidering.

"Beauty is a fleeting thing, but I can preserve it for all of time" he gloats, smiling cruelly at you. You want to get up and shove him off that box but you remember your hands are meant to be tied, so all you can do is glare.

"Oh come on now, don't scowl! You'd be the pride of my collection! Those arms, your muscles, and oh that ass of yours!" he whistles and laughs. He looks off to the side. It's then that you look to the stairs and notice me sitting up there. Our eyes meet and I press a finger to my lips. Don't give us away!

You hang your head sadly.

"Fine, just get it over with" you say. This snaps the twink out of his laughing fit. He looks at you surprised.

"Is that a yes?" he asks excitedly. You nod.

"You'd better make it worth it" you say, spreading your legs. He smiles and jumps off the box, walking over to you.

"Believe me, my Bear friend, I will" he vows, crouching and holding your jaw in his hands. He looks deeply in your eyes and locks lips with you. At first it's kissing with tongues but then he moves his hands down your neck to your burly shoulders and holds on to them tightly. Suddenly he breathes in sharply like a vacuum cleaner. He's sucking your soul out! It doesn't last long mind you, he soon falls off when I whack him over the head with a shovel.

"Sorry about that" I say, panting. You look to the unconscious twink.

"Ah, it's ok. He sucked" you chuckle. I shake my head, grinning and offering a hand so you can pick yourself up.

"Did it take you long to find this place?" you ask as you dust yourself off.

"I tracked our texts, turns out he's about a mile's drive from the nightclub. Not very smart. Let's get out of here so we can go make a statement to the police" I say as you hurry up the stairs, me following close behind. Whoever this guy is, he's getting justice for his past victims and you get to keep your skin fitting tightly all over.

#bodysuit #gay

[miracles-and-butterflies]

For Papa Bruno au: How adults react to a childbirth document that Dolores has?

Well…

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Casita trembles as Dolores marches down the stairs, birth certificate in hand. She’s following the sound of Abuela’s voice.

Her Abuela is stood at the bottom of the courtyard, shouting at Mirabel for ruining Isabela’s proposal last night. While her parents, Tía and Tío, and Antonio watch on, without saying a word.

Isabela has chosen this exact moment to reappear, as perfect as always.

“What is going on?” She whispers. “What has the jinx done now?”

As she’s leant over to Dolores, waiting on an answer, she seemingly notices the thing in her hand. And it doesn’t take her long to put two and two together.

She pulls away. “What the hell did you do?” She asks under her breath, sounding betrayed.

Dolores doesn’t answer. She merely continues down the stairs without her cousin.

Camilo has just managed to sprint out of Abuela’s room, still in Isabela’s form. He would have been told off, but the adults aren’t paying any attention and Isabela hasn’t managed to pick her jaw up off the floor yet to say anything herself.

“The cracks started with you,” Abuela was saying, voice full of disdain. Dolores doesn’t want to imagine how Mirabel is taking this. “Bruno left because of you. Luisa’s losing her powers, Isabela’s proposal was ruined, because of you. I don’t know why you weren’t given a gift, but it is not an excuse to hurt this family.”

“Then does Bruno have an excuse?” Dolores pipes up. “Leaving a child would hurt a family.”

The matriarch looks shellshocked.

“Dolores, come here, mija,” her mother instructs, gently. She beckons Camilo, now back to himself over as well, and he gladly takes the chance to slip by Isabela.

Isabela passes Dolores on the stairs, giving her and then Mirabel a cold, hard glare before joining her parents.

Dolores lifts the piece of paper and the pin drops simultaneously for all the adults.

Luisa walks in. She glances around in confusion, having no doubt came back for a quick snack or drink before going back to whatever job she was doing. She also finds herself stopping by her parents.

“…Isabela?” Abuela questions.

“It wasn’t me. I had no part in this.” She scoffs, a little snobbish.

Eyes fell on Camilo.

He shrugged, “What? I’m not the one to blame. It was Dolores’ idea. It’s her fault. And Mirabel was the one who started talking about Tío Bruno in the first place.”

That seems to shift Abuela’s focus, as she returns her gaze onto Mirabel. Maybe her plan is to just continue lecturing Mirabel and Dolores might drop this whole thing before it can go any further.

“No, we are having this conversation. How could you all lie to us? This isn’t some minor issue, this is serious. Life-changing.” Dolores insisted. “Mirabel and her imaginary cracks can wait.”

“T-they were real—”

Abuela cuts over Mirabel. “Dolores Madrigal, you are too old for… you know better than this.”

“Why? Why did you lie to us?” Dolores continued.

“Enough of this nonsense.”

“Is it guilt? Regret? Too painful a memory?”

“Dolores Victoria Estrada Madrigal—”

“By lying to us, aren’t you then also hurting this family—”

“Don’t you dare say—”

“How does that make anyone here better than Bruno—”

“I said enough, Dolores! I will not hear another word about this!”

Dolores takes a breath, calming herself.

“No, no, no!” Her mother cries, suddenly.

But before she can say anything more, a crack makes its way through the centre of the tiles. Spiking all the way up the wall and along to the candle, knocking it clean off its perch.

Of all moments, why the fuck did it have to be now?

The flame flickers, the doors fritz and the whole building shakes.

Her parents balance each other. Camilo grabs ahold of Antonio. Julieta and Agustín only just manage to catch each other. Isabela all but hugs a pillar. Luisa barely flinches at all. A few tiles steady Abuela. Mirabel and Dolores collide into each other, the latter dropping the certificate in the process.

But she doesn’t notice. Too busy staring at Mirabel in shock, while cracks spread around them.

Mirabel sighs, “I told you.”

#encanto #encanto papa bruno au #ask me anything #my writing #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal

[juiles]

I will love you for the rest of your life. ❤️

Summary: You are Scarlett’s eldest daughter and after an argument with your sister, you get yelled at. You get saved by your favourite aunt before going home. Angst then lots of fluff at the end.

Type: angst then lots of fluff, hurt/comfort

Triggers: hospital, siblings fighting, broken bone, slight panic attack, breakdown.

Masterlist!

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POV: you (first person)

I was sat on my bed staring at the wall. Mum had just yelled at me for pushing Rose into the wall but that isn’t what happened. Rose had been hitting me and shoved me down the stairs and tripped and hit the wall. She burst out into tears screaming as if i had hurt her.

Mum came storming up the stairs and without even asking what happened starting yelling at me about being “too rough” with her because she’s my little sister and I’m bigger than her. I heard a ding and looked down at my phone. I had texted Lizzie right after asking her to come get me.

Lizzie-Loo❤️

Hey. Could you come get me? I need away from mum for a bit💀

Yeah of course bug ❤️

I’m 10 minutes away.

Meet me outside?

Thank youuuuuuu 🙏🏼🙏🏼

I quickly shoved a few essential clothing into my backpack along with my laptop, phone charger, school binder, and anything i may need for school tomorrow. I pushed my door open, wincing when i used my right hand forgetting i had hurt it when i had fallen.

I ducked down as I passed Rose’s room hearing mum sing to her, biting my lip to avoid a sob escaping, mum hadn’t sang to me in ages. I grabbed my sneakers and after pulling them on, grabbed my coat and slowly opened the door sneaking through before closing it again.

I stood outside for about 4 minutes before i saw Lizzie’s black range rover pull up. I stole a glance at Rose’s window and frowned when i saw mum doing a little dance. I threw the front seat door open and climbed in. I threw my bag on the floor gently and went to put my seatbelt on but stopped gasping in pain when i twisted my right wrist.

“What’s wrong baby?” Lizzie asked turning to face me. “What happened to your wrist? It’s swollen and bruised!”

“Rose pushed me down the stairs and i landed on it weirdly.” I muttered blinking back the tears. “It really hurts…”

“Oh baby… i’m taking you to the hospital. It may be broken.” She said turning to put the car in drive and head out my driveway. I saw mum glance out the window as we pulled out. “Why didn’t you tell your mum?”

“She-she umm… she yelled at me because Rose tripped and hit the wall and sent me to my room…” I said now letting the tears fall freely. “She didn’t even give me a chance to explain…”

Liz sighed and rubbed her thumb over my left hands knuckles. “I’ll talk to her bug. She’s not usually like this…”

I nodded and closed my eyes leaning back against the seat.

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Scarlett’s POV

I finally got Rose to settle down and taking a nap when i glanced out the window when i saw Lizzie’s car pull out of my driveway. Weird. Why was she here? I took a deep breath and walked towards my room, passing Y/N’s door on the way and froze when i realized what i had done earlier.

I screamed at her and sent her to her room without asking her side. She was at the bottom of the stairs when i had run up. Did Rose push her?!

I knocked gently. “Y/N/N?” I asked softly. I frowned when i got no response and tried the door realizing it was unlocked i pushed the door open. “Baby i’m so-“ I stopped mid sentence when i noticed she wasn’t in her room. “Y/N/N?!”

My heart started racing and i turned on my heel praying she had gone into my room. I pushed the door open and my heart dropped when she wasn’t curled up in my bed. I quickly grabbed my phone and pulled her contact up before calling her. It rang a few times before i was sent to her voicemail. I remembered Lizzie’s car earlier and scrolled down to her contact and pressed call.

“Hello?” She picked up after a few rings and I could feel my heart spike again.

“Hey Liz. Have you seen Y/N/N?!” My voice was shaky as I paced my room biting my nails.

“Yeah actually.” Lizzie sounded snappy and cold. “I’m currently sitting in the ER with her.” My heart sunk into my stomach as i heard those words.

“Wh-why?!” I couldn’t stop the panic attack i felt coming on as my brain whizzed around with reasons she may be there with my child.

“Because i think she broke her wrist and it needed to be checked out.” My heart shattered knowing that she HAD been pushed down the stairs and she had gotten hurt and all i did was yell at her and send her to her room. I understood why Lizzie sounded the way she did. “They’re calling her name. I have to go Scarlett. I’ll talk to you later.”

The line went dead and i fell to the floor as sobs took over my body. What kind of mother was i?! My baby was in pain and all i could do was snap at her because her sister was barely hurt. I chose Rose over Y/N. No wonder she ignored my call and left. No wonder why Lizzie was so snappy with me.

She’s always had a soft spot for my eldest and was rightfully angry from what happened. Y/N was only a kid but she was tough. She’s been with me through 3 divorces, dealt with being in the spotlight her whole life. She’s dealt with bullies at school but I’m the one who may have just broken her.

Y/N POV

I sat in the waiting room when Lizzie’s phone went off. I saw a picture of my mum flash on her screen before she answered and stood up putting one finger up to show me she’ll be right back. I heard her tell my mum where i was before my name got called and i froze. I’ve always hated the hospital.

Lizzie came back over to me and held her hand out. I took it and stood up clinging to her hand. We followed a nurse to a little room before she did a bunch of stuff with me. She then showed us to the X-Ray room and i had to sit with a lead apron on while they took the photos before being sent back to the little room with Lizzie. I sat on the bed and made grabby hands with my good hand towards Lizzie who chuckled and sat down beside me.

I instantly curled up into her grabbing at her shirt. “I know bug. I know you hate this. Not much longer okay? Afterwards we can get all the snacks and cuddle and watch movies at my place or in your room at home okay?”

I just nodded with a small sniffle glancing up at her. She ran her fingers through my hair and for the next 30 minutes that’s how we sat. My head snapped up as the door pushed open.

“Hello. You must be Y/N Johansson?” The doctor asked glancing at my paper before looking back at me. I nodded shyly. “And you are…?” She asked pointing to Lizzie. We all knew she knew who she was but she needed to know the relation to me.

“Oh sorry. I’m Lizzie. I’m a close family friend.” The doctor nodded. “I can call her parents if anything needs to be signed. Her mum can be here pretty fast.”

“No i think it’ll be alright. So it looks like you have a small fracture in your hand which means a cast will be placed on. It’s nothing major so no surgery required luckily.” The doctor then explained what my fracture was and what was to happen next. I felt myself shrink more into Lizzie when a nurse came in with a tray full of stuff.

We spent the next 15 minutes getting my cast on before i was sent out with a new black cast on my right hand and a sling. They had had options for a kids sling, princess, mickey mouse, plain pink, blue and purple and a Black Widow one. I blushed when pointing to the black widow one making Lizzie chuckle.

Lizzie then took me to a grocery store. We got loads of junk and settled back into the car. “decision time babe. My house or your room?” I took a few minutes to think.

I loved Lizzie’s house but i knew with the cast i would more comfortable in my own room. I didn’t really want to see mum but the idea of my bed was pulling me in so i sighed. “My room… but if we bump into mum can you talk…?”

“Of course buggy.” She said pushing some hair behind my ear. “Let’s go.”

The car ride to my house was filled with music and laughter as we blasted our favourite musicals and belted horribly along. The minute we pulled into my driveway i fell silent and tensed. “It’ll be alright. I’ll be right by your side yeah?”

I nodded and pushed the door open grabbing my bag from my feet and slinging it over my shoulder. Lizzie grabbed the bag full of snacks from the back and walked up to me slipping her hand into my good hand. I took a deep breath and pushed the front door open to be met by silence. We closed the door softly behind us and made our way up the stairs and towards my room. I heard Rose’s soft snores coming from her room and soft sobs coming from… mums room?

I glanced at Lizzie who nodded towards the door of mums room and took my bag off my back before making her way into my room. I knocked on the door softly and instantly the sobs stopped and i heard a few sniffles before a mumbled “come in.”

I pushed the door open and my heart plummeted when i saw mum curled up on the floor beside her bed, her face bright read, tear tracks staining her face. “Mum…?”

Her head whipped up and her eyes widened when she saw me standing at her door. “Y/N/N?!” She asked softly and i made my way over to her and sunk to the floor beside her. “Oh baby…” She whined looking at my wrist covered in the cast and the sling. “I am so sorry… i should have checked with you and asked what happened before snapping at you… i should have made sure you were okay baby… that’s not fair on you… i am so sorry baby… i understand if you’re mad at me… it should have been me taking you to the hospital… not your aunt…”

Mum looked so broken as more tears streamed down her face. I stared at her a few moments before launching myself into her arms. “No i’m sorry mama… i shouldn’t have been arguing with rose-“ Mum stopped me by pulling away and placing her hands on my shoulders making me face her.

“No. You stop that right now. Rose explained what happened. She had no right to hit you or push you down the stairs baby. You have nothing to apologize for. I do. I’m sorry i yelled at you my love. I should have gotten the whole story.” She said cupping my chin with one hand, her thumb stroking down my cheek gently. All i could do was nod as tears fell and fall back into her arms sobbing.

We sat there for at least 15 minutes before i was able to sit up still leaning into her. “Aunt Lizzie and i are going to do a junk food and movie night…” I muttered making mum nod sadly and press a kiss into my hair. “Maybe… maybe you could join us…?” I asked hesitantly sneaking a glance up at her.

Her once saddened face immediately lit up and she pulled me into her arms showering my face with kisses. “Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes!” She squealed then stopped. “Lizzie hates me…”

“No i don’t.” We both looked up to see Lizzie standing at the door leaning against the frame. “I heard silence so i came to make sure nobody killed each other.” She chuckled and sat on mums other side. “I could never hate you Scar. Be annoyed? Hell yeah. You’re my best friend. But not hate.”

Mums grin widened again and pulled Lizzie into our cuddle before i pulled away with a whimper cradling my arm after it got stuck. “Oh baby. Are you okay? Do you need some pain killers? Why don’t you two go get the snacks and bubs change into some comfy clothes while i grab the drinks and some meds. Liz borrow whatever to be comfy. You’re spending the night in here. Bigger bed.” Mum wiggled her eyebrows making us both giggle before we ran off to do what we were told.

I opened my closet door and dug through the clothes before i found my favourite hoodie and bike shorts and slipped them on, leaving my casted arm out of the sleeve. I made my way back to mums room to see Lizzie sitting on mums bed in one of her favourite hoodies to steal and some joggers. I plopped down beside her, leaving mum enough space on the other side and grabbed a bag of candy.

Mum came back in with a couple drinks for each of us, a bottle of pain meds and my favourite fuzzy blanket from downstairs. “Let’s start this girls night hmm?” She said sitting beside me. I wrapped us up with mums duvet then the blanket and snuggled up in between my two favourite people.

We spent the whole night watching movies, i even convinced them to watch Age of Ultron with me as it was my favourite Avengers movie. I fell asleep halfway through some rom-com lizzie had chosen, my head on mums chest, my casted arm resting gently on her stomach, Lizzie snuggled up behind me wrapping her body around mine as she fell asleep. I felt a kiss on my head and smiled softly in my sleep.

“I’ll love you for the rest of your life.”

#scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson imagine #scarlett johansson x daughter!reader #scarlett johansson x platonic!reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x teen!reader #scarlett johansson x you #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x teen!reader #elizabeth olsen x platonic!reader

[quicksilverdrabbles]

Team Dragonborn: *fighting in Broken Oar Grotto, high up on the platforms and scaffolding*

Khash: *high up on a wooden beam, surrounded by bandits* Aaaaaaaa why is it always water?!

Kaidan: *cutting down the bandits around her as fast as he can* I'm comin', lass, hang on!

Taliesin: *backed against the railing, dangerously close to falling into the lake, trying to fight off three bandits at once* I hate this, I hate this, I hate this-

Saturn: *knocking down two bandits, turning to face a whole other horde* Don't you know any spells other than Ice Spike that would save your ass?!

Taliesin: Don't you have an automaton for this???

Lucien: *running away from an angry dog* A-Actually I rather think any additional weight might- Ack-! Down, doggy! Er- might make the platforms collapse!

Saturn: See? He gets it- Whoa! *gets knocked off guard, a bandit disarming her with their axe. Her sword falls into the lake below* ... Shit.

Bandit: Hah! Not so cocky now, are you?

Saturn: *glances between the water and the bandit with a shocked look* What, did you think I would be completely helpless without my sword? *grins, a multicolor swirl of elements igniting at her fingertips* You do know I'm an Altmer, right?

Bandit: ... Oh.

Saturn: *giggles, leaning forward as the magic grows, the sound turning maniacal as she darts forward, swiping her hands through the air and sending a flurry of elements towards a group of bandits*

Caryalind: *yelps, kicked back by a bandit. He skids across the wood on his knees, and glances at Saturn with a terse chuckle* Showoff.

Saturn: Hehehehe...~

*Saturn kicks at one of the bandits, launching an elemental bolt at him as he goes flying. She reaches into her satchel with one hand and chucks a round dwarven mechanism into the group of enemies surrounding Khash*

Bandits: *look down at the mechanism curiously* ...?

*The mechanism blinks, beeping rapidly until it emits a shrill whistle, exploding amongst them in a rain of fire and electricity, and taking out a chunk of the platform*

Kaidan: *launched backwards by the blast, into the railing* What the hell was that?!

Saturn: An explosive. Duh.

Kaidan: Duh????

Caryalind: So an Automaton is a no but a deadly explosion is okay?!

Khash: *slides down the beam with a giggle* That was so tusking cool!!!!!

*Nearby, Taliesin had felled two of the three bandits cornering him. Each step he takes is one closer to plummeting into the lake below, and the Orc he's facing doesn't look any closer to dying than he did before the explosion. High above them, a bandit outlaw draws its bow*

Saturn: *helping Khash climb the rest of the way down the beam* I've got ya, kiddo, you're okay.

Khash: *drops the rest of the way down with a yelp, landing in Saturn's arms with her eyes closed, expecting an impact* ... *peeks one eye open, looking up at Saturn in surprise* Oh. Thanks, Scales.

Saturn: No need to thank me. *lets her down with a soft chuckle and looks around* Did we get them all?

Kaidan: I think just about. How's Taliesin doing?

Saturn: Hm..?

*Saturn turns to look towards Taliesin, right as an arrow tears through the sky and pierces his chest. Taliesin keels over with a cry, creating an opening for the Orc to shove him over the edge of the platform and into the water below*

Saturn: TALIESIN!! *sprints towards the edge of the platform and dives after him*

Caryalind: Shit! Kaidan, get the archer!

*Caryalind leaps forward and slashes at the Orc's throat as Kaidan whips around and fires an arrow at the outlaw, spearing through his head and dropping him to the ground*

Khash: Saturn! *runs after Saturn but stops short at the edge of the platform, leaning over the railing fearfully*

Lucien: Khash, get back! The platform is unstable! *pulls her back from the edge just as the railing crumbles apart*

Khash: Ah-! W-Wait, what if they-

Kaidan: *already going down the wooden stairs* Let's meet them at the bottom, come on!

~

*Saturn blinks her eyes open, looking around rapidly before spotting Taliesin floating near the bottom of the lake, conscious, but visibly pained and panicked. Blood rises from the wound in his chest and surrounds him in a red cloud of water. Saturn cuts through the water quickly, grabbing Taliesin around the waist and hauling him back to the surface with a gasp of air*

Lucien: There they are! Over here! *runs to the edge of the water and reaches his arm out for Saturn to grab and pull the two of them out, weighed down by waterlogged armor and robes*

Saturn: *gasping for breath as she lays Taliesin down on the ground next to her, leaning over him with a panicked expression* Shit- Tally, hey- *looks up at Lucien* Where are the healing potions??

Lucien: *frozen staring at the arrow protruding from Taliesin's chest* ... W-With Kaidan-

Saturn: So go get them! *faces Taliesin again as Lucien runs back towards the ground, watching him cough up water and blood* Fuck..

Taliesin: *clutches the arrow in his chest with a sound like a mix of a groan and a whimper*

Saturn: I-It's gonna be okay, Tally.. *lays his head in her lap, his ponytail undone by the water. She drags her hand through his hair in what she hopes is a comforting gesture* You're gonna be okay, they're going to get a healing potion.

Taliesin: Mgh..

Saturn: *sighs, watching him fall silent* This is all my fault, I should've been paying attention.. I forget I'm the one who's supposed to be looking after you guys.

*Distant voices clamor and draw nearer, most audible being Lucien's panicked ramble as he leads the others back to Saturn and Taliesin*

Saturn: I mean, it only makes sense, right? Gotta fix the world, protect everyone.. by default, that means protecting you, too. And I failed.. Can't even heal your wounds. *she laughs, quiet and self-deprecating. One hand strokes his cheek gently* ... I'm sorry.

Kaidan: Saturn! *sees Taliesin unconscious in her lap* Oh Gods.. *runs forward, pulling a healing potion out of his pack* Here, have him drink this while I get the arrow out.

Khash: *her voice echoes just around the corner* Caryalind, let me go! I wanna see Tally!

Caryalind: *holding her by the arms, preventing her from seeing Taliesin's wounds* You'll get to see him in a minute, dear, let them heal him first. It's not something you should witness.

*Saturn holds the potion to Taliesin's lips while Kaidan gently dislodges the arrow, a soft healing glow spreading across the wound. When the light dissipates, only a pale scar remains*

Taliesin: ... Mnh.. *groans, face scrunching at the lingering pain as his eyes open slowly* Wha..?

Kaidan: He's good. Need me to carry him?

Saturn: I don't think he'd let you even if he was dying. *leans over to meet Taliesin's eyes with a relieved smile* Hey, Tally. You okay?

Taliesin: .. About as well as I could be, I suppose. *reaches up to touch her hand on his cheek* What on earth were you apologizing for?

Saturn: Ah. *chuckles, a soft gleam in her eyes* Nothing much. Sorry that you're too damn prideful to ever ask for help.

Taliesin: Tsk. Can we leave this wretched place now?

Saturn: Anything you want, Tally.

#old wip I finally finished #lmao #skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #modded skyrim #saturn oc #skyrim mods #kaidan skyrim #lucien skyrim #caryalind skyrim #khash skyrim #taliesin skyrim #just in time for workshop stream heheheh

[thatbanditqueen]

Basic Training Ch 3

A response to the prompt: "You're staring." Thanks to my harem cohort @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @be-my-ally @powerofelvis and @whositmcwhatsit

Summary: Bess heads to the dance the Morale, Welfare and Recreation Committee for the 37th armored tank division is throwing, and manages to avoid dancing with the most notorious soldier on post, who cannot seem to take his eyes off her.

Warnings: None! Wait, kissing. Swear words. This may be the slowest burn yet. Probably typos, I wrote about 1K words over the last three days and then the rest in a fever dream. So.... may not make sense. Also I am pretty sure the first phase of basic training would not have them in tanks yet, but....I am playing fast and loose with Army life in this one.

Word Count: 5. 3 K

This is my newest WIP, please like, comment, reblog and tag and let me know what you think. Thank you for reading.

You can catch up on the previous chapters here

Basic Training Chapter 3: Just Kiss Me

Saturday, April 5, 1958

7:30 p.m.

The Schwartz Residence, Killeen

Just as her shoe hit the bottom stair, Bess realized she had left her lipstick in her room and was turning back around to grab it when she saw Kay sitting in the living room, dressed in a pink cocktail dress. Her puffy crinoline skirt was gathered in a heap around her as she shifted in place, adjusting her pearl necklace.

“Um, where do you think you are going?”

Kay looked up, tucking her brown hair behind her ear as she eyed the tight, fitted sheath dress Bess was wearing. She smiled at how the white sequins and embroidered red flowers glowed iridescent in the dim light and whistled low.

“Who are you dressing up for? The guy who you snuck in last weekend?”

“What makes you think there’s a guy, Katherine, honestly. I don’t sneak men into our house.”

“Uh huh,  so you’re all gussied up in your favorite dress just for a bunch of enlisted soldiers?”

Kay grabbed her purse and followed her sister to the door.

“Why are you being weird Bess, I always come with you? You’ve been going to army dances since you were sixteen. I’m about to graduate, plus, I told Dickey I’d meet him there.”

Bess sighed, thinking of Kay’s latest boyfriend. She supposed that she should be happy because he seemed like a harmless nerd, and, according to the files she had pulled on him, was not married, inbred or bankrupt.

“I just - we - I didn’t invite you to this dance because it’s an enlisted platoon. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Wow, you must really like who ever it is, if you don’t want me to see you with him. Too bad. Dori called earlier and told me to come. She’s been trying to reach you all day, by the way.”

Bess locked the door, and they got into her car.

“Can you believe her date?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“Of course, then it all made sense why you guys would be messing around with an enlisted tank unit. How did Dori even get involved with their MWR Committee.”

Bess rolled up her skirt so she could comfortably drive, and shifted into reverse, arching her eye bow at her younger sister as she did.

“How do you think? She asked to be reassigned to it two weeks ago.”

“Man oh man, she really is lucky. I wonder if we’ll all get to dance with Elvis?”

“Look, Kay, they sent out a memo to everyone, do NOT make a spectacle over Private Presley. Just act like he’s any other solider”

“Of course Bessie bushka. I’m on my best behavior.”

Bess looked Kay in the eyes as they pulled through the base gate.

“I am just going because I told Dori I would, I don’t wanna stay too late. So maybe Dickey Rooney can drive you home if you wanna swing all night?”

“Yeah, sure, ja volt. You don’t have to be ein klafte, Elisabet.”

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The tight cloth of her dress didn’t have much give, and Bess regretted her choice as she tried to keep up and hold on as she danced

“Look, this is tactical move that requires delicate maneuvers—”

“I’m not spiking the punch, Jim.”

Bess huffed and got into her rhythm as they kept up with the band’s rendition of “Tutti Fruity.”  If she let her self relax and swing into each step, it was almost like old times when she, Jim and Ben used to go out dancing in Austin or Killeen and she’d take turns dancing with her fiancee and his best friend all night. They had been the three musketeers. But that was last year, when she had a fiancee. And a different future peering back at her from her crystal ball.

The music brought her out of her silent reverie, and Bess looked to her where the band was performing on stage. The lead singer’s voice reverberated through the building, echoing up into the tin ceiling and back down again, making the room buzz with energy. There were six people in the all-Black Flapjacks: drums, guitar, bass, trumpet and then a male and female vocalist. The men wore matching silver dinner jackets and black bow ties, and the beautiful, Black woman had on a gorgeous silver dress with tulle flowers at the bust.

Bess took a deep breath, her attention shifted back to Jim, whose hands were always steady, but never needy. She was grateful he had agreed to come when she called last night and asked. A year ago they had spent almost all their free time together. Stalwart, an honorable prankster, Jim wasn’t shipping out to the Army Intelligence station in Heidelberg for another two months and Bess wondered if their friendship would end. If Ben’s new German wife would win him over and, like his friend before him, Jim would forget all about the last three years of shared adventures and promises of a lifelong friendship. Men mean it in the moment, Bess thought, I suppose women do to. Forever. What a meaningless word. How can we plan forever when we cannot know the future? The song ended and Jim escorted her off to the side. She looked for her sister, and found her swaying with her beau towards the back, hands clasped together between the lock-eyed look of first love.

“I forgot how good a dancer you are, Schwartz. And in that dress, whoowee! You’re a knock out tonight.”

“You can cut the flattery, Jameson, still not spiking the punch.”

“S’not flattery, how dare you insinuate that I would be disingenuous? You look good all dolled up, s'nice to see you this way. It’s almost like fun Bess is back, though a year ago she wudda helped me spike the punch.”

He took out his large, dark leather flask and handed it to her after taking a nip. Bess’ face scrunched up in distaste as the vodka burned down her throat, but she greedily held on and took another long drink.

“A year ago I didn’t work here, I was just hanging out with some of the reprobates from the German language division. Now it would be bad form for a Front Office secretary to spike the punch.”

“Look around, Bessie, this crowd needs to relax. They’re alllllll keyed up waiting for that Hound Dog.”

Jim was right, a heightened sense of anticipation pervaded the warehouse, even the strings of colorful paper lanterns seemed to sway with anxious excitement above them. Bess looked over at the big bowl of punch, next to the trays of deviled eggs, brisket sliders, the lime jello mold filled with seafood salad, pineapple upside down cake and more. She was sizing up the punch and checking her breath as they waited for the next song when she heard a wave of hushed murmurs ripple through the large room and turned to see Elvis, Dori and a few other soldiers in dress uniform enter the dance together. Bess’ eyes narrowed as Elvis’ looked at her.

Jim followed her gaze, then met Bess’ eyes.

“There he is, as handsome as he looks in the movies.”

Bess’ grimace could have cut through glass as she turned to her friend and elbowed him.

“Not you too?”

“What, art thou so high above us mere mortals that you don’t find Elvis Presley attractive, Schwartz? To gouache for a scholar like you?”

“It’s Private Presley now. And I’m not made of marble, Captain. Of course I recognize his attractive features. He just isn’t my type.”

She sniffed, and grabbed the flask from inside Jim’s uniform, the breath coming out of her nose forcefully as she drank a long draught.

“I’ve met him, actually, already. I was there.” Bess took another drink, tipping the flask back again and noticing that the liquid didn’t burn so much this time. “When he asked Dori out. I’m happy for her.”

Elvis and Dori began walking toward them, and Jim noticed how Bess’ stance changed as she crossed her arms and pursed her lips, suggesting that she what felt was the opposite of 'happy for Dori.'

“Well, I was at the press conference his first day here, at least four reporters asked if he has a girlfriend. Said he was playing the field so many times, sounded like a broken record.”

Bess straightened as she watched Elvis’ hand tighten around Dori’s waist and push under her bust while the blonde leaned into it and introduced Elvis to some of the eager MWR committee members who had stopped them.

“Yeah, that would be the alternate version of Hound Dog, it’s on the B side.”

Jim chuckled at Bess’ joke, but she didn’t notice, she was busy watching the Hound Dog himself, and caught Elvis glance over at her and give a little nod before his lips bent into a smirk. She realized she was frowning and plastered a big smile on her face. Jim watched this exchange with interest as Bess turned back when he spoke.

“Yeah, I see what you mean. Definitely not your type.”

Bess scowled and whispered for him to stop as Elvis, Dori and another soldier approached them.

“Why Captain Daniels, how nice to see ya over at this little ol’ dance for the 37th, are you Bess’ date ta night? Or sneaking in to try and meet you-know-who?”

Dori giggled and playfully tapped Elvis’ chest. In case, you know, they didn’t get whom she was referencing.

Jim nodded and shook his hand to stop Elvis and the other soldier from saluting him.

“Oh, neither, actually, I’m just here to make sure Schwartz doesn’t spike the punch.”

“Don’t believe a word the Captain here says. This is a great introduction, by the way. Captain Daniels, meet Private Presley, you know Doreen of course, and then, well, I cannot say we’re acquainted.”

The liquor had loosened Bess up and she giddily put out her hand to the other soldier, as Elvis fiddled with the blue dress uniform cap under his right arm and took charge of the conversation.

“This is Rexadus, I mean, uh, Private Mansfield, he’s in the 37th wit me, another Mephisss boy, we were inducted ta gather, actually." Now Elvis was turning his hat over and examining it, speaking with confidence, almost as if from a script he had rehearsed in his head. "He’s a solid, solid, guy. He really is. Guess I’m lucky, since he’s spending all his time stuck in a metal box with my ass - I mean stuck with my behind.”

Rex her shook their hands with tight, swift grip and a warm smile. Jim raised his eyebrows at Bess.

“And how do you find the Army, so far, Privates?”

“Well, it was easy ta find, just follow all the tanks.” Elvis  smiled and  looked down. “Nah, well, speaking’ jus for me, I mean, I was real honored when President Eisenhower sent me an invitation to this here costume party, and all the boys are real nice."

There was that scripted voice again, Bess mused. She had seen under the hood and Elvis' attitude toward being drafted had not struck her as honored and grateful.

"It’s not easy, golly, I tell you, it’s really whooping my - uh - caboose. But I never felt I earned my supper so well, that’s the God’s honest truth.”

Dori giggled like Elvis was the wittiest man in the world, but he barely noticed, his eyes were focused on Bess and she coughed, uncomfortably. It was hard not stare back. She almost forgot to breathe, and exhaled deeply as she forced herself to look over at the band.

Her eyes trailed over to the food, and she looked back at Elvis with concern, knowing he rarely actually went to the mess hall. He had been meeting her at her back stairwell every evening at 5:15, opening her car door and getting in without even asking. As if it were his own car and sliding across her seat was the most normal thing in the world. It actually did seem normal now, and had become part of her daily routine these last three days. They sat there in their own private enclave, and every time, as he laid his head between her thighs and rubbed her waist, she told him that they were just friends hanging out. Yesterday they’d talked past dinner hours and she’d ask him if he didn’t want to go to get food, prompting Elvis to share how someone had yelled out in line at him Monday, asking if he missed his teddy bears, and he hadn’t gone back since. Sergeant Norwood’s wife, apparently, was providing him with a loaf’s worth of peanut butter sandwiches every night. But that wouldn’t have happened this evening and Bess thoughtfully looked over at the food table.

“You must be hungry. All of you, I mean.” Bess stuttered, trying not to stare at Elvis, which, for some reason, backfired, because consciously trying not to made her think about him even more and she failed horribly at being able to stray from his blue eyes for very long. “Because you just got here. Of course.”

Dori smiled and took this as her cue to play hostess and lead Elvis away to the refreshments.

“Yes, of course, of course, y’all must be hungry, doing those tank exercises all day. I made the seafood dip over there in the jello mold, it’s a recipe from Ladies’ Home Journal, you simply must try it and tell me what you think.”

“Aw, darlin’, I don’t, don’t eat seafood.”

“The brisket is pretty good.” Bess chimed in.

Dori smiled even deeper.

“Hmm, well, I suppose it’s probably ok for a Yankee like ya self, Bess honey.”

She pulled her arm tighter around Elvis, leading him to to the brisket as Bess heard her say, “Personally, I find Millie’s brisket a little bland and dried out, but come on, you’re a growin’ boy, need to refresh ya energy.”

Dori’s giggle trilled back as she walked him away and Bess frowned again when Elvis turned back over his shoulder, clearly grinning deeper as he took in Bess’ eyes following him.

She made small talk with Rex, mentioning how the last time she had heard this band, The Flapjack’s, they had played all of Elvis’ big hits and there had been none tonight.

“He bribed them.”

Rex whispered, looking over at where Elvis and Dori stood, as she fed him a deviled egg and then a brisket slider, sticking her finger in his mouth to lick the barbecue sauce off. Her high laugh echoed all throughout he warehouse, prompting Bess to roll her eyes.

“Bribed them?”

“Yeah,” Rex continued. “Not to play ‘Hound Dog,’ not to play any of ‘em. And he bought cases of cigarettes for all the guys in our unit. He wants to make sure tonight is nice, smooth, and normal. As it can be for him, I suppose.”

Before she had the opportunity to inquire further Bess was distracted by the band as they started up a new song, a rendition of Johnny Mathis’ “Chances Are,” and she watched Dori squeal that she loved this song.

 Bess smiled at Rex.

“Well Private, want to cut a rug?”

He hesitated. “Uh, I think -" he looked over at Elvis, who was making his way to the corner of the dance floor. “Probably better if I don’t, gonna go check out the chow.”

“C’mon, you little Yankee, I’ll dance with you, even if you have no taste in brisket.” Jim took her hand and raised his eyebrow. “By the way, Elvis Presley is in love with you Bess.”

“Stop it, Jameson.”

“Did you see how his buddy hardly touched you?”

“How would he know? These boys don’t talk about their crushes in their bunks at night. ‘Sides,he is here with a date.”

“Oh fooey! Elvis doesn’t have to tell him anything, all Rexadus, or anyone need do, is clock how that boy looks at you and, man, that’s all she wrote. You don’t dance with another soldier’s girl, it’s the code. Dori doesn’t stand a chance, honey, he’s just too polite to turn her down. I bet his mama is just like her. Which is probably why he likes you.”

Bess gave him a stare.

“Ok, maybe not exactly like Dori. I cannot see the good Mrs. Presley making you go all the way to Dallas so she can dress shop at the boutiques. They were share croppers, right?”

Bess nodded at Jim as she swayed with him, attempting very hard not to look over at where Elvis and Dori slowly danced.

“Something like that. Very very poor. But Jim, you dance with me, and I was your friend’s girl for two years.”

“That’s different Bess, I hate most women.” Jim looked back over at Rex and his voice trailed off. "Most people, actually. You are saving me from all the eager beavers here looking to snag an officer as a husband.”

“Well, looking around, some of them would probably settle for snagging just a night with an officer.”

They laughed and Jim led her around the dance floor in perhaps the most chaste slow grip of any of any officer or gentleman that danced a slow dance that evening.

The song ended, and the band kept going with their version of Sam Cooke’s hit “You Send Me.”

Bess could not help herself, and found her eyes move to watch Dori press her cheek to Elvis’ and it made Bess’ stomach clench inadvertently. Elvis’ eyes locked on hers while he pulled Dori tighter to him, tilting his head with a smirk. Something in his eyes told Bess he could tell how much she envied her girlfriend, a fact she refused to even concede to herself as she looked away, scanning the room for her sister. To her dismay, Kay was now kissing her dweeby young lieutenant toward the back of the warehouse, not so much dancing as staggering back and forth in place.

Hitting someone’s shoulder, Bess turned to apologize until she saw Elvis had moved Dori right behind them. She stepped hard on Elvis’ foot, then apologized loudly and profusely. That didn’t get him to scout off and they remained dancing next to each other as Jim ignored Bess’s pinches at his wrists clearly signaling for him to lead her away.

“Why hello there, Moo Moo, fancy bumping into you here?”

Dori smiled big and pushed her hands further up around Elvis neck as she swayed to the rhythm.

“Moo Moo? Y’all are gonna havta tell me bout that” Dori giggled. “And look at you Bessie, honey, I just LOVE your dress.” Her eyes moved to Jim. “Y’all having fun?”

Bess stepped closer to Jim, nodding and avoiding the coy irreverence in Elvis’ dark blue eyes as she slyly tried to navigate her partner away from them. She kicked Jim’s shin to let him know that if he did not politely guide her away this very instant she would begin to kick harder.

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Leaning against the wall during a ballad, Bess found herself making a mental note that Elvis’ seemed to avoid dancing to the faster songs. During this one, he had gone off to get some punch and then started walking in her direction only to be assaulted by a troop of MWR committee members, offering him samples of the desserts they had baked as a pretext to come and talk to him. Bess smiled as one asked him to dance, then turned at Mabel’s voice, observing the rosy glow of the other secretary’s cheeks.

“Mhmmm, the punch is good tonight.”

Bess smiled, then leaned in to smell Mabel’s glass.

“How many of these have you had, Mabel?”

The older woman replied without missing a beat. “Five.”

“I’m cutting you off, I think it’s been spiked.”

“Of course it has. By me.” Mabel took her glass back, gulping the rest down with a wink. “Someone needed to liven up this funeral. Hold this for me, won’t you?” She asked, and Bess’ jaw dropped a bit as she watched Mabel cut in on Dori.

Bess wondered if Mabel still preferred Burt Lancaster to the movie star she currently leaned her head against, happily watching her colleague cozily nuzzle into Elvis tall frame. He was a good sport, joking and swaying with Mabel for a second dance,  then stepping to the side and chatting with another swarm of woman who tried to contain their eagerness as they brought him another tribute of dessert platters.

Bess danced to The Flapjacks performance of “Jambalaya,” but quit as the music turned toward more and more ballads while the night went on. It was late, the people on the dance floor seemed to have coupled up and the decorum had slowly fallen to the wayside as the senior personnel disappeared. The air fell thick with a heady, hazy lust provoked by the swell of sweet, slow rhythm and blues and the release dancing provided from the stress of barracks life. Jim had ducked out, and Bess wished she had given Kay her keys and gone with him. She managed to stay as far away from Elvis as she could through he evening, which wasn’t hard. If Dori was not monopolizing him, he only made it a few feet before another woman tapped on his shoulder. During this time, Dori had cornered her and begun drilling Bess for information, asking why she didn’t pick up her phone anymore, and what the deal was with Elvis.

“Moo Moo? Is that a nick name? Are you sure y’all are just friends? Honey, say the word, and I will be on my way. I do not throw myself at men.”

Thinking of their double date last week, Bess restrained herself from explaining that this seemed to be Dori’s primary hobby.

“I promise, it’s a silly nick name, Moo Moo is what he called his childhood cow named, get this, Bess. I’m telling you, Doreen, we’ve just accidentally stumbled into a very casual friendship.” She rubbed her friend’s shoulder, and looked out at Elvis laughing with his dance partner.

“He's lonely, and just jives more with women. You saw him with Mabel in the office. I’m not saying I see wedding bells in your future either. But then again, Dori, you don’t want to get romantically involved with Elvis Presley, do you? I can only imagine the havoc he is going to wreak on the girls in this town once he gets his bearing and into phase two. That boy is a fast operator, so fast you don’t even know what happened and boom, you’re asking him out.”

Dori narrowed her eyes. “Mmmhmm. Well, honestly I don’t want to marry him, Bessie Boo. I just want to experience him. He is so soft, Bess. That jaw! And those eyes. Ufffff. And when he kisses you, oh, it’s like having lightening strike your cheek. I’m fixin’ to get more before the night is over, hopefully with my mouth.”

She winked as the song ended, and strode off to get him back. Bess had to giggle at the glare Dori shot a younger girl from the switchboard office who looked like she was about to ask Elvis to dance.

Lonely, awkward, and ready to be done, Bess rolled off the wall and told Kay she was ready to leave. Her sister politely told her to get bent, promising Dickey would drive her home. So Bess subtlety slipped out of the side door next to the stage and made her way towards her car, ambling slowly in the cool evening air. Bess found it a sweet respite from the crowded, stuffy ware house stuffy. Out here, it was peaceful, and she savored the darkness as she looked up into the black sky. The stars and moon were hidden by some clouds, and Bess tried to get lost in the murky shadows as she wandered away from the sounds of the dance. She begged the wind to tamp down the anxious buzzing in her head. It was then, when she paused in the passage way between two tall buildings, that she heard the sound of footsteps following her, and turned to see a tall, dark figure striding toward her with purposeful, swift steps. His shoulders were back and his hands were out and he slowed when he heard Bess speak.

“All dressed up and marching in a hurry, huh? Loose your parade, Tupelo?”

Elvis’ gait turned into a wide swagger and Bess stumbled into the building backing away from the force of Elvis’ magnetism. It was not a smart escape strategy because he followed in step, his hands on his waist as he looked her over.

“Al - al - always, the smart ass, huh?”

“I’ve been a smart ass my whole life, Tupelo. Try to keep up.”

Elvis shook his head, chuckling low.

“You’re staring. Stop it.”

“Honey, if you didn’t want me to stare at you, shoulda worn a different dress.”

She gasped, and Elvis stepped closer, his right arm up against the wall while his left moved over her waist and he whispered into her forehead, his voice was low, teasing, almost babyish.

“Be honest, Moo Moo, did you come out here cuz you wanted me to chase you?”

Bess looked at the eaves of the building above her, she could hear the faint sound of the band back at the dance playing “The Girl Can’t Help It” and Elvis hips swayed very slowly at half time with the beat.

“Nope, I, I was leaving, actually.”

“How could you leave without dancing with me, baby. Not even once. An ya hardly even talked to me all night. Every other girl in there is ready and rearin' ta pounce on me, but you make me come chase after you?”

“I’m - I’m not like very other girl, Elvis. I’m not trying - trying to ….”

The way his thumb trailed up her arm made Bess shudder and she lost her train of thought.

“Hmmm. Not tryin’ to what, Moo, huh?”

He leaned into her ear as he spoke, and the skin on her bare shoulder prickled as his thumb rubbed over it while he whispered softly.

His voice was warm on her neck, and it reminded her of the first summer Mama drove her and Kay down to Galveston spontaneously for a week. They had stayed in a cheap motel across from the beach and enjoyed the warm Gulf water while eating fried shrimp and hush puppies and getting sunburnt. There, in the golden sun of the Texas Gulf, Bess had forgotten how uncomfortable it was to move through the world. No, standing where the sun met the surf had set her free, and she had become a wild animal dancing in the water and screaming into the waves while the sand crabs tickled her feet.

Elvis’ breath on her neck had the same effect. She felt wild, relaxed, totally at the whim of her body as she bit her bottom lip and looked up at his half-lidded eyes. She wanted to pull him close and scream into his mouth, howl at the untamed force of nature that rippled beneath his cheeks. He tightened his hand at her waist and kissed her neck, but then stepped back at her shudder.

“Ya scared not scared of me, Moo Moo, are you?”

She shook her head, but trembled as Elvis fingers feathered lightly down her arm.

“You don’t never have to be scared of me, baby, I won’t ever hurt you.”

“Elvis, I -”

He kissed her neck again, murmuring into her skin. The top of his cap rubbed into her hair. “Wanna get out of here? Go somewhere we can jus… Talk?””

Just as Bess began to answer, she felt a light sprinkle of water on her nose and looked up as it started to drizzle down on them. The rain brought her wits back to her and she gently pushed Elvis away, feeling the water increase and her hair slip down over her face. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

“You are here on a date with someone else, and I have to go home.” Squeezing him in a tight hug, she kissed his cheek one last time as he nodded, before removing her heels and sprinting off through the puddles to find her car.

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Bess had managed to wash her face and get her dress off before she succumbed to the extreme need for a pot of hot tea. Now she stood in her kitchen, towel drying her hair and shivering as she waited for the kettle to boil. Hearing a knock at the door, she yelled out hurrying to the front of the house.

“Kay, the door is open! Or is numbnuts a catching disorder -  shit.”

There was Elvis, hat in hand, on her front doorstep.

“Numbnuts?”

She swayed to the side, watching the back of a white Studebaker whirl around the corner. A white Studebaker very much like the one Mabel owned.

“My sister’s boyfriend is not the sharpest shooter in his platoon.” She held her robe closed as she looked down at her thin, white silk night gown. The thin matching robe didn’t do much, but she felt more decorous pulling it over herself.

“Did Mabel sneak you off post?”

Elvis grinned mischievously and strode past her into the house

“Hello to you too, Bessie, whatcha cookin, good lookin'?”

Closing the door, she shoved him as he walked backwards down the hallway.

“Don’t you hello me, what are you doing here?”

Elvis unbuttoned his jacket, and draped it around her shivering body.

“Still cold honey?” He drew her in, rubbing her shoulders. “Let me see if I can warm ya up.”

His jacket was still cozy with the heat of his body as he drew Bess into him. Breathless, she let him enclose her in his embrace, folding her arms into his chest as she lifted her chin up to gaze into his eyes.

“There she is, there’s a good lil Moo Moo.”

Elvis leaned down to bundle her further into him, his hands moving inside her open robe to caress the sides of her body, his nose stroking hers as she closed her eyes and whispered into his jaw.

“Elvis, you shouldn’t be here.”

“I know honey.” He pulled her closer, kissing her cheek at the fold of her earlobe as Bess crushed into his.

Her mind was racing, racing the with knowledge that at any moment her 17 year old sister would come home and probably know how to work the door knob. Racing with the knowledge that her father and mother were flying back to Waco tomorrow and she needed to be rested and alert when she drove to pick them up. Racing with the knowledge that Elvis Presley was the absolutely worst choice for a romantic entanglement or fling, not just because he was famous, handsome, rich and probably already dating any number of women in Los Angeles, Memphis and God knows where else. And therefore, an unimaginable person to be seen with publicly or explain to her family.

But it was worse than that, she could already tell, from the way her mind bent towards him all through the day when he wasn’t around, and directed itself to him with an intense, buzzing focus when he was. For these reasons, she knew he would be the worst kind of all-consuming distraction that she could possible let herself get involved with right now.

Her mouth had other plans. Namely, how could it find his mouth?

“Elvis.” She mumbled as her lips brushed the nape of his neck and her hands wrapped around his body.

“Yes Bess?”

He looked down at her as she tried to find the words she wanted to say.

“I - I - I”

“I know honey, you don’t date soldiers.”

She smiled a lazy, goofy half smile.

“Mmmhmmm.”

He gripped her tighter, pinching the flesh at her sides.

“Honey, dating is not the word on my mind right now. I am not interested in asking you on a date.”

He kissed her forehead.

“I do not have no intention of driving up to your house in my pink Cadillac.”

He kissed her nose.

“I don’ wanna have to come meet ya mama and shake your daddy’s hand.”

He kissed her cupid’s bow.

“And I definitely ain’t about to take you out to fancy restaurant and buy you dinner.”

He kissed her lightly on the top of her mouth, his teeth grating over her lip.

“I do not want to date you, Bess.”

“Good, because I don’t want to date you either.”

“So don’t date me, baby. Jus kiss me.”

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Wednesday x Brother!reader - fear striking

do you think you could do a platonic (sibling or best friend type thing) with Wednesday and a male reader whos like a carbon copy of her but yk, male lol i think itd be funny cause theyd talk all morbid and shit like that or like in a secret code they came up with so no one bothers them and no one has any idea what they are talking about and why they're talking about it in the first place idk just feels like a fun idea yk? - Anon💜

Trudging into your sisters dorm, you looked around with a scowl on your face.

“(Y/N)!” Enid beamed.

She ran over and went to jump on you.

Before she could, you stepped to the side, watching as she fell to the floor and rolled over with a small grin on her face.

“Still not a hugger.”

She sat up and looked around.

“Wednesday isn’t here, but can I help you with something?”

You shook your head and walked over to Wednesday’s desk, pulling a lock pick from your pocket your crouched down and started to pick it.

Enid walked over and stood over you, watching in curiosity.

She didn’t think to question it, since Wednesday had done the same to your dorm not long ago.

After a few seconds it clicked and you slid it open, standing up as you held your hand out.

“That’s what I was hearing?!” She yelled.

“Yes, Wednesday locked both your phone and thing in the draw because he kept mocking her and your phone kept ringing.”

You handed Enid her phone and walked out of the dorm, telling thing he could hide in your dorm away from your twin.

It didn’t take long for Wednesday to figure out you freed her captive and she came storming it’s your dorm.

“Where is he?” She snapped.

You shrugged.

“Don’t ignore me.”

You carried on doing so while she started to look through your stuff.

“You won’t find him.”

“He deserved it.”

You rose a brow as she suddenly flicked language but you siding think twice about it.

“You know what he’s like.”

“Well he deserves to pay.”

Rolling your eyes your stood up and pulled a hoodie on, gesturing for Wednesday to follow you and she did, still arguing in multiple different languages that she was right.

You simply just ignored her until she finally changed the topic.

“Where are we going?”

“I have a meeting with Weems, apparently people don’t appreciate being tied up from stair rails.”

“I knew that was you.”

You shrugged a little bit, stuffing your hands in your pockets as you glared at some people in your way, making them jump back.

“They have a tendency to cry, and I do enjoy watching annoying people cry.”

“As do I, I watched him cry for ten minutes before someone helped him.”

You flicked your eyes to your sister, nodding towards her friends where they were talking in the quad.

Weems was busy talking with another student so you decided to wait and you all walked over.

“Hey Addams duo.” Ajax grinned.

“I’ll string him up next, maybe I’ll add some spiders at the bottom.”

“Please do, I’ll even help.”

“Seriously what language is that? It sounds like you just mashed a bunch of different ones together.” Xavier chuckled.

“We did.” Wednesday said.

“Yes, it is at least twenty different dead or near dead languages we learned when we were children.”

Enid, Ajax and Xavier stared at you both in disbelief.

“And you did this because…?” Enid asked.

“We wanted to plot against our family without them knowing.” You said in a bored tone.

Everyone nodded, they weren’t surprise really, so while they carried on their conversation you and Wednesday spoke more privately.

“If it isn’t the self appointed goth.”

You and Wednesday looked over the the siren.

“Bianca.” Wednesday said.

“(Y/N).” Bianca grinned.

You stared at her blankly.

“So I heard that the little freak next to you strung someone up and is going to be expelled because of it.”

Everyone went quiet.

“That wasn’t me.“ Wednesday said, “though I wish it was. Maybe I should do it to you? Hang you from the ceiling instead, and lay spikes underneath so when you fall you have a painful death?”

You smirked a little.

“You just are a little freak aren’t you?” Bianca snarled.

You hummed, rolling up your sleeves as you stared directly at you and took a daring step forward.

The entire quad went silent and Weems called your name.

“Wednesday didn’t do that, I did, and I have no qualms about doing it again to a self entitled siren. Perhaps I should start with a pretty rope around your neck, hm? Make sure you can’t use that siren song of yours.”

Bianca stumbled a few steps in fear as your hand reached out, cold skin trailing along her neck.

“Maybe I should tie you to some bricks and throw you in a lake, drowning, a fitting death for a siren hm?”

“You’re a monster…” she whispered.

A grin slowly spread across your face.

“I’m insane…”

Wednesday stepped forward, blocking the annoying siren from your view.

“Enough. You’re in enough trouble.”

“Come now, it’s a bit of fun sister.”

Wednesday scoffed and pushed you back a little, giving a warning look.

“It wasn’t fun when you threw Tyler across his dads car.”

“It was for me.”

Wednesday gave you a look and you raised your hands as you slowly backed away, stuffing them back into your pockets.

She turned to Bianca.

“I won’t stop him next time.”

With that, she walked to your side as Weems approached, arms crossed over her chest, giving you a disapproving look.

“Why is it always you?”

“Because he has no impulse control and has a real talent for striking fear into the weak.” Wednesday said.

“Let’s go. Both of you.”

You and Wednesday shared a look, and while she followed the woman you went in the opposite direction, not wanting to listen to another lecture.

Students could only watch you in fear and awe.

How could you be so monotone yet so deal that terrifying at the same time.

Weems chased after you and Wednesday just sighed as she shook her head at you.

A true psychopath at heart, that’s what you were. And she loved it

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Spanking with Ushijima

DAY 11 OF KINKTOBER

Kink: Spanking

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, spanking

Ushijima is stone-faced the entire ride to his house.

You know exactly why he’s mad- you’d been trying to get a reaction out of him, have him show some semblance of jealousy. But now? You regretted pissing your boyfriend off.

He doesn’t say a word to you in the car, nor does he even look at you. You’re pouting, sinking down in your seat as the silence envelops you. He was taking your transgressions way more seriously than you had expected.

Ushijima parked the car and got out, marching straight up to his house without a glance back to see if you were following him inside. You hurried out of the car, struggling to catch up to his swift pace.

“Ushijima, baby, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He whirls around and seizes your upper arm, pulling you into the house. It doesn’t hurt, but his grip is firm and it’s scaring you a little. He drags you to the stairs and, with a spark of excitement, you realize he’s leading you to the bedroom.

Maybe he was into angry sex, you thought. That, or he’d already forgiven you. You were secretly hoping that he’d fuck your brains out, using your body to get himself off in his anger.

As soon as the door shut behind you, Ushijima glared at you, “Strip.”

You bite back a grin as you happily lift your shirt over your head and unhook your bra, making a show of exposing your perky breasts to your boyfriend. You were glad that he still looked as pissed as ever, since it meant the sex to come was likely going to be hard, fast, and rough. Just like you liked it.

You shimmied your pants down your legs, taking your panties down with it at the same time. You could tell Ushijima’s eyes were darkening with lust now and you bit your lip in anticipation. He sat down on the bed and patted his lap. Obediently, you took a seat on his legs, but that was not what he’d meant.

“No, lay over my lap. Like this,” Ushijima took hold of your back and pushed you into place. You were confused by the way you laid on his legs, ass arched in the air, but you found out a moment later exactly why he’d positioned you this way.

“You do not flirt with other men,” Ushijima stated sternly before bringing his hand down on your bare ass, hard. You let out a screech of surprise and pain. 

Your boyfriend was definitely holding back- you’d seen him spike balls on the court enough times to know that he could completely wreck your backside with his hand. 

The pain slowly faded and, to your surprise, you could tell that you’d gotten a little wet from it. You were turned on by him spanking you? Was this some hidden kink deep inside you or were you secretly a masochist all along?

You didn’t have time to think about it. Ushijima spoke once more, “You do not touch other men, only me,” before he brought his hand back down with a crack on your bare ass once more. This time, the noise that left your mouth was a half-squeak, half-moan.

“Say sorry,” Ushijima demanded, bringing his hand down again, harder than before. You were sure your butt must be bright red by now, but you couldn’t help but squirm in pleasure under the stinging pain.

“I’m sorry, baby, I really am,” you admitted. You were telling the truth- you should have never flirted with Semi just to make your boyfriend jealous. It may have led to you discovering something about yourself and a lot of pleasure, but it was a mistake nonetheless.

“Again,” Ushijima demanded once more, and that sharp, stinging pain was back. This time, you let out a loud, choked moan. 

“I’m sorry!”

Ushijima ran his palm along the curve of your backside, soothing the pain that still stung you a little. Your bottom was sensitive as fuck by now, but you were still turned on by the sensation. 

That, and by the growing hardness that poked into your stomach, promising of something even more pleasurable to come.

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