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xkaidaxxxx · 4 days

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Shoto x Reader

Mentions: Characters are aged up! Body image, Plus size reader, Drinking, NSFW, Virgin reader, cute aftercare, fluff morning, No proof read sorry for errors

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“ You should totally go on a date with him. He sounds very nice. I’ll be there at a distance just in case you don’t want to be there anymore or something goes wrong okay.” Mina said and Momo agreed. Girls gotta help each other.

Shoto’s name on the online dating: Senju

Senju: We can meet up at weston.

(weston is a fancy restaurant)

You made very good money but you weren’t stupid rich

y/n: oh um Isn’t that too much? I’m a simple girl. Plus I don’t have that type of luxury.

Senju : You doll up and I’ll pick you up okay. Is 8pm good?

Y/n: I’ll meet you there and yes that's perfect.

Senju: Okay see you there then. I’ll be waiting. I’ll be wearing black tux with a white and red brooch.

y/n: I’ll wear a red dress then! See you later.

You were so nervous and scared. You hadn’t shown him a picture of yourself. You’re a plus size woman. That was something you’re so insecure about which is why you didn’t date at all. Even in highschool. You did have crushes here and there but when you confess to them they’d instantly reject you, not even in a feel sorry for you way. They were rude.

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They’d say things like:

“Hell no you look like a blob”

“ You’re a piggy and I don’t date such an ugly thing”

“Maybe in your next life you’ll be pretty”

“ lose a few pounds and even then maybe not.”

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“ Come on let’s get you ready! You’ll look like a princess once you’re done dressing up.” Momo said.

You wore a simple but classy red dress Momo created for you. It was short, had a slit to teasy a bit with one strap. Your make up was simple as well. Overall you looked Amazing! The girls dropped you off. You noticed a tall,handsome man with the white and red brooch that matches his hair color. You walked up to him nervously. “S-Senju or should I say Shoto ” you said. He looked down at you shocked. It wasn't that he didn’t like what he was seeing, if anything he was trying to control himself from devouring you. “ Y/n?” he replied smiling. “ Yes. It’s nice to finally meet up with you.” you said. “I lied about my name because…being one of the greatest heroes causes relationship issues.” he said walking inside with you. You were nervous about how dinner would go. “Reservation for Todoroki.” he spoke to the host. The host checked his table. “Yes sir, right this way.” you both followed the host. You were confused on why you were lead to a room with Shoto. “ The waiter will be right with you.” the host said and left, closing the door behind him. It was so beautiful. A private room. Every single detail screamed romantic and sweet. “ Is it to your liking?” Shoto asked as you sat down and he helped you tuck in your chair. “ It’s beautiful. Thank you. You’re very kind.” you replied. He sat down and started looking at the menu and so you did the same. About 20 minutes later the waiter shows up taking out his pad. “ We’ll have Cheesy Potato Croquettes as appetizers. I’ll have Lemony Salmon with potatoes and tensoba. Cold please.” Shoto said then looked over to you. “ I’ll have a lobster risotto,” you said. “ Drinks?” the waiter asked. “ Armand de Brignac Ace of Spades Demi-Sec and 1999 Andre Beaufort a Ambonnay Grand Cru Doux Rose” , Shoto said. You trusted him. He knows his champagne. After an hour you were having an amazing meal. You loved the taste of the champagnes and couldn’t get enough and so while you ate the more champagne you craved. Shoto was concerned about how much you drank. “Uh you should take it easy. It might not taste strong but it sure is.” he said. “ S’fine I’m not a lightweight. I swear.” you replied. Biggest lie. You guys had to leave through the back and since you were too drunk to speak correctly he had no other choice than to bring you to his house to spend the night.

You were at his house by 12am.

Being drunk makes you tell the truth on how you enjoyed the night and how sexy Shoto looks.

“ Did I..tell..handsome sexy so much.” you said and hiccuped. He chuckled and opened the door while holding you. “No ma’am you haven’t told me that.” he replied walking in with you. You were getting touchy. Playing with his hair and leaving a peck on his cheek. He set you down. “ Careful now, okay.” he said, locking the door. You looked around walking wobbly. As you were about to fall he caught you. He was tired of holding back and so he kissed you. You let yourself go and allowed him to have all of you. You are a virgin but you thought fuck it why not? He carried you upstairs to his room . The moment was so heated you guys quickly took your clothing off, so desperate for each other.

“ You’re so cute my baby.” Shoto said, tossing you on the bed.“ Let me claim you.” he whispered in your ear. “ Yes please.” you replied. He reached down to your pussy and played with your clit. You moaned softly. He felt all your wetness dripping onto the bed, spreading your legs further as he pressed a kiss on your pussy. Your cheeks turned red. Eating you out was heaven for him. He hummed as he sucked and slurped so sloppy.. You grinded yourself against his mouth. “Nasty girl. You’re so needy.” he slapped your pretty cunt which made you jump and close your legs. “ Obey me.” he ordered, spreading your legs. Your cunny was aching thinking about the need of being stuffed by him. “P-please. I need you inside of me.” you said with glossy eyes. Your pussy clenched around nothing. He smirked, liking the power he has over you. “ m’kay baby.” he replied, running his tip teasingly at your folds. You whimpered as he finally stuffed your tight cunny making you wince in pain. He groaned. “F-fuck.” you sniffled. He noticed how very sensitive you are.. There were tears slipping from your eyes. He eventually figured you’re a virgin and he didn’t want your first to be after a 1st date. “ I can't.. I won’t allow this to be your 1st time. It isn’t special.” he said. You nodded. “It hurts.” you cried. You never imagined it being painful then again every woman's body is different. Even after foreplay some women still aren't relaxed enough to be penetrated. He pulled out carefully. You gripped his arm. “I’m sorry. You must be upset to not receive anything” you spoke as you noticed he was staring. He left and came back with a warm wet cloth. He cleaned you up thoroughly and carefully. You did bleed a bit. “Thank you Shoto.” you spoke. He nodded and tossed the cloth in the trash can. It was definitely a night to remember. You slept comfortably cuddling with him. It felt so natural. The following morning was shocking as you woke up in his arms remembering the event of last night. “Morning y/n. I hope you slept well princess.” he said, giving you a soft kiss. You decided to let fate take over. You smiled feeling happy,“Morning Shoto. I did sleep well." you replied. He couldn't help but carry you and head to the bathroom. You giggled. He was very strong so to him you felt like a feather. "Put me down sho." He refused to obey you. "No ma'am." you pulled his hair lightly. He set you on the counter as he got the bath ready. " Ready for a warm bath?" He asked winking at you, you understood he'd be washing you. You were insecure..no man has ever seen your body, let alone worshiped it. Shoto watched you as you let the warm water surround your body. "You're very beautiful." he commented. You blushed as he started scrubbing your back. " Just so you know. You're mine. Forever." he said kissing you. Your body was trembling with happiness. "Forever." you replied. His heart was beating at a fast pace. He knew that its you he wants to date, to get married someday and have children if you wanted. He wants to raise them and watch them grow into wonderful strong people as you two grow old. He wants forever with you. He kissed you again leaning in closer. He slipped inside the tub. He was drenched as well. Thank goodness this man is stupid rich otherwise there would be water all over the ground. You both laughed, bubbles on your cheeks and foreheads. You began to wash each other up. It was relaxing and intimate.

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scarletslippers · 4 months

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Nace Countdown to Christmas - Day 22

(From this post of relationship milestone prompts)

On AO3

getting married

“I know we asked Bess to try to keep her speech neutral, but I’m so glad she didn’t listen. It was too funny to watch everyone’s faces.” Nancy wanders around the room, laying her bouquet on the table, and carefully draping her veil on the chair.

Ace, meanwhile, is stuck at the doorway, watching her. He can’t stop looking at her. She’s always magnificent but today she’s radiant. Today she’s his. Forever.

Sitting down, Nancy laughs. “Lily was trying to look polite, but you know Connor has no filter and his face when Bess brought up that case from July was so funny.”

Without taking his eyes off of her, Ace reaches over to grab the polaroid camera from the side table by the entrance. She looks beautiful.

“But they did look really sweet when they were dancing. And the bouquet toss was worth it just for Darlene’s reaction when she caught it.”

Nancy leans down to loosen the straps on her shoes, her curls in a curtain over one shoulder, lit with lamplight. He wants to remember this moment.

“Ryan said he would make sure they saved us the leftover cake. I know I complain about the Hudson connections, but I have no complaints about the private chefs and bakers he hired. I don’t think I’ll eat a more delicious meal in all my life.”

He lifts the camera to his eye and centers her in the frame, snapping the photo.

She looks up with a grin. “What are you doing?”

“Taking a picture of my wife.”

#nace #nace fanfiction #nancy drew cw #cw nancy drew #nace countdown to christmas 2023 #my fic #nancy and ace #oh I'm emotional about this one #the little polaroid moment from memory loss fic finally getting written? DON'T MIND IF I DO #memory loss fic

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quinnpriv1 · 8 months

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RS: [rdfl] femdom top rid / m! floyd, western/cowboy vibes/no powers AU

He’s left alone in dim silence for several minutes before Riddle enters, glaring at him like he’s scum of the earth. “Because you are,” she says, no nonsense, when Floyd shares the comment aloud.

A whip cracks in the sheriff’s hands. “I’m beginning to think you allow yourself to get caught on purpose.”

Floyd grins, caught-out. “Wouldn’t dream of it, l’il miss.”

Riddle, the only authority for miles around, the leader of this town, hisses. Her boots are caked with mud and dirt from riding all day, but the spurs are shiny and freshly shined, a testament to her dedication. “Throw him into a cell,” she orders, fingers rough from her rough work. She’s a feisty one and Floyd appreciates that.

Trey, Cater, Ace, and Deuce, her four top officers, are familiar faces. Trey and Deuce hate his guts but Cater and Ace find him different degrees of fascinating, if only because he’s different and new. Floyd waits his turn patiently, eats his slop, and grins when Deuce comes to retrieve him. “Don’t look so smug. Sheriff Rosehearts is going to punish you.”

“I’m quakin’ in my boots,” Floyd drawls, tone deeply sarcastic. Deuce resists the urge to strangle him.

Deuce ties him up, cuffing Floyd’s hands behind him in the chair for good measure. He’s left alone in dim silence for several minutes before Riddle enters, glaring at him like he’s scum of the earth. “Because you are,” she says, no nonsense, when Floyd shares the comment aloud.

To her credit, Floyd is a wanted man. The first time Sheriff Riddle Rosehearts caught him, determined to educate him and put him back on the straight and narrow, Floyd had been sweaty and wary, exhausted beyond belief. He’d broken out just to rid himself of the monotony, but things are different now.

He’s come to rather enjoy the pint-sized redhead’s idea of ‘punishment,’ watching her untie the knots expertly, though she notably leaves the cuffs on. She drags him to a cellar by his ear, all too aware that he can leave whenever he wants.

This is for her own ego at this point and nothing else, damn whatever excuses she might utter.

She straps him on a table that looks like it’s made for birthing, too small to contain him but it’ll do for her purposes. Floyd laments the fact that she disappears if she’s not sitting on a stool.

The short heels of her penny loafers—her home shoes—slap against the concrete as she stands beside him. The moue on her face does nothing to detract from her regal brilliance. She looked like she would be far more suited to wearing ballgowns than chaps, a pale beauty with pretty red lips and a stubborn streak a mile wide. “It’s a wonder you haven’t been hung,” she says, tilting his head back. “You’re not ugly and you’re far from poor. When are you going to settle down?”

Floyd grins. “Is that a proposal?”

Riddle rolls her eyes. “Not on your life.”

Silence falls again as she gathers her things, lined up neatly on a shelf like she’s preparing for surgery. Floyd shivers when the riding crop hits his calf. “I’m not doing this to arouse you,” she says as she’s said multiple times before. At this point, he doesn’t know who she’s trying to convince—him or herself.

“Can’t control what my body does automatically, l’il miss.”

Another thwack. Floyd groans. “And stop calling me that.”

Carefully, Floyd holds his tongue. He’s not interested in cutting things off before the getting gets good. Sheriff Rosehearts pulls his breeches down before she slathers her hand with some kind of oil, slick fingers dipping inside his hole. She grimaces the whole time and Floyd isn’t sure if the process itself disgusts her or if he disgusts her, but he revels in it.

He loves when she takes charge.

She undresses down to her skivvies in the name of doing less laundry, refusing to make a mess. Floyd has never seen her tiny but proud little chest but he daydreams about her nipples often. He would be willing to bet money her tits were perky and bright, just like her.

He hisses when she pinches his balls, eyes glossing over in pain. None of his noises deter her from her mission: correcting his behavior by force, since words have proven useless.

The leather of her strap is smooth and buttery, tanned by an expert artisan. Floyd only knows because Ace had left his hands unbound on one occasion and he’d taken the opportunity to reach out, though he’d nearly gotten his fingers broken for the pleasure.

Riddle isn’t a cruel mistress. Even if this whole process is intended to put him in his place, she inserts her faux cock only once he’s decently prepped, sliding in deep.

Floyd’s lips part. An awful, guttural noise of pleasure escapes from his throat. “Fuck,” he curses. Riddle whips him again.

It goes on and on like that until he’s drooling in more than one sense. Perched on her stepstool, Riddle is every inch the queen of her roost, mockery written in her eyes. She’s lofty and powerful, a terrifying beauty.

If Floyd weren’t married to the open plains, living life on the edge, constantly flirting with danger, he could see himself growing old with a woman like her.

She fucks him and whips him until he can’t see straight, wrists bruised from straining against he cuffs. His trousers are tacky and he’s half blind from orgasming so hard.

He’s half delirious from the excursion, bleeding lightly, old scars covered by fresh welts, but he still hears Riddle talking to herself. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” she says, so softly the words would have carried on the wind if they’d been outside.

She cleans up behind herself like a professional, blowing out all the lamps. Floyd is left in the dark until the morning. Sheriff Rosehearts wouldn’t be surprised to see that he’d wiggled free, but she would be annoyed. She would be even more irritated to realize he decided to stick around for coffee and eggs, perfectly seasoned the way she likes, before breaking one of the horses out of the stables and riding off in the blazing heat, a criminal through and through.

It would only be later, much later, that Riddle would find the note tucked in one of her drawers in Floyd’s slapdash handwriting. The messy quill on her desk had been a dead giveaway.

Until next time, l’il miss.

Riddle crumples it up and steps on it for good measure, throwing salt in front of her door to ward off demons.

It won’t stop Floyd. It never does.

She’ll punish him whenever she sees him again.

#twst #flrd #rdfl #txt #fem riddle #retro fills

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tooweirdforyou · 3 years

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The OP Boys & Their Personal Dirty Secrets

A/N : just a little something I thought of :> this might not make sense but it’s late and I want to post something- it’s only six of the guys. LOOK IDK OKAY I JUST WANTED TO POST SMTH-

Warning : nsfw / suggestive themes ahead ! Pretty short. Most of these are masturbation though, if that makes sense? >.>

Summary : just a few of the boys and their dirty secrets they have.

Ace

It’s no secret that Ace is one for temperature play, but how he uses it?

His breath hitches ever so slightly at the cool ice that glides across his toned chest, his fingertips wrapped around the quickly melting cube.

Ace drags it along his skin, bringing it down towards his hard member, his other hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock.

“A-Ah..”

A shallow exhale escaped his breath as he rubs the smaller ice around his tip, loving the feel of the cold, melting ice on top.

Hopefully, Ace remembered to refill the ice cube trays for Thatch before he stole the ice.

But as much as this embarrassed him to do this, Ace couldn’t stop the pleasuring feel sent through him as he took another ice cube and rubbed it around his throbbing cock, his other hand giving himself slow pumps.

Ace was definitely going to do this more often.

Sabo

Sabo is a dominant one that loves to work with his hands, but he often thinks about bondage and toys.

Sabo let out a little chuckle as he slipped a little pant.

Indeed a little embarrassed at what he had done, he had to admit the pleasuring feel it gave when he denied himself any orgasm.

Tightened around the base of his cock was a ring that was successful in denying him any sense of free will to cum.

Along with the ring, Sabo had tied himself up, a collar around his neck, with his wrists bound together and mini wireless vibrators strapped to his buds and his tip.

Now, Sabo could easily escape out of these bounds but where was the fun in that?

Sabo was thoroughly enjoying this restriction he gave himself and instead imagined what it was like to have his partner in bondage. He would’ve nearly ejaculated at the mere imagination of it.

As the loud vibrations filled the air, Sabo brought down his tied wrists, his hands gripping the long fleshlight, towards his member and began to quickly thrust into it, breathy moans escaping his lips.

In a swift movement, he also took off the ring to fully allow him to cum, which he soon did.

Law

Law won’t admit it, but he’s into the dressing up kink, also known as “cosplaying”.

His hat tossed aside and the slightest flush spread across his cheeks, Law bit his lip in attempt to keep his breathy groans and pants to a minimum.

In his usual doctor’s coat, Law was sprawled over his chair in front of his desk, leaning back as he did so.

His legs wide and his pants lowered just enough to expose his throbbing member, aching to be touched.

As he finally allowed himself the smallest bit of pleasure, his fingers brushing against his cock, his eyes shut to let his imagination run over his mind. Images of you in a sexy nurse’s outfit was seen.

In a skin tight, thigh length, white pencil skirt, allowin him a beautiful sight of your legs. A blue button up blouse with the top few unbuttoned, to let him see your cleavage and exposed bra that you chose that morning, especially for him, and the typical white adorned hat on top, your curvy figure peering behind him.

Seductively whispering into his ear, he imagined his hands that made their way around his base were yours, teasing him.

“Seems as if you had a stressful day, doctor Trafalgar Law.. perhaps I should assist you to relieve your stress.”

On a particular day, he might even imagine you in a sexy kunoichi outfit, just to satisfy his love for ninjas—

Luffy

Luffy isn’t one to be embarrassed but he’d never, EVER confess to masturbating in secret, when he’s alone.

This is one of the few lewd things Luffy does and that he’s aware of what it actually is. The first time he did it, he was so embarrassed about it but it felt so good, he couldn’t wait to do it again.

It eventually became a small habit, something he only did if he was sure he was alone. Or at least be sure that everyone else was asleep and wouldn’t sneak into the bathroom at the moment.

Each time would be just as pleasurable as the last, the same routine as before.

Luffy would sit in the bathroom alone, shirt raised and tucked under his chin and his shorts lowered down to his ankles, and it wouldn’t take long for his member to become erect.

He’d start out slow, rubbing his thumb carefully over the tip and letting him take his time before eventually picking up his pace.

What he loved was that he obviously could stretch himself doing this, gripping his cock and stretching it a bit longer was kind of satisfying whenever he pumped himself.

If any of the guys or even girls knocked on the door, Luffy would panic and fix his clothes, clearly irritated he couldn’t finish off but mostly just worried that he’d be caught.

Luffy wasn’t one that was very good at lying or keeping secrets, but he was always fortunate enough that his crewmates never questioned what he was doing, since all they wanted was to just use the restroom.

Sanji

Sanji is the perverted type, clearly, so it’s no secret when he’s alone in his room, his hands clutching stolen lingerie, pressing it against his nose.

Unable to help himself, Sanji grunts out once more as his hand, wrapping a laced panty around his member, continues to pump himself quickly.

Spread in front of him were various magazines, most of it being latest issues of the swimsuit catalogue, with many beautiful lady models in different swimwear.

In his other hand, brought up to his nose, is another set of panties as he sniffed the heavenly sweet smell radiating off of them.

Plentiful moans escaped Sanji’s lips as he continues to thrust up into his closed hand, his imagination allowing him to think of it as something else.

Not long later, a pleasurably loud moan was heard as he quickly spurted his cum from his twitching cock, the warm liquid spreading over the magazines laid out in front of him, also filling the laced panties that were around him.

Sanji bit his lip, panting as he slowly came down from his high and relaxed a bit, clutching the undergarments closer to his chest, admiring the beautiful colors and feel, along with the undeniable scent that these belonged to.

Zoro

Zoro, also a dominant type, often wonders what it’s like to be submissive for once. He secretly dreams what it’s like to be told in his place.

Zoro often let his imagination run wild. He’d never admit to it though, especially admitting to what he does in his weight room up in the crows nest.

He’d always double check the locked latch on the door that led to the main deck, but once he was sure he wouldn’t be disturbed, he relieved himself.

If he was ever caught, he’d nearly die of embarrassment but he loved what he did.

Zoro was the dominant type. He loves the control but sometimes, he’d wonder what it’d feel like if he was the one needed to be tamed. To be controlled roughly.

He often thought about using his own swords as a method of.. helping himself in the thought of being dominated but being too embarrassed by the thought of it quickly denied him to do so.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t improvise. Instead of his swords, he often used his bo staffs and other equipment he had.

And so here he was, biting his lip as he withheld the smallest groan of pleasure, a dark blush coating his cheeks as he felt the long stick inserting into him.

It wasn’t that he dreamt of being gay or pegged or anything, he just wanted to experience it for the first time, okay? As if he had to be punished, and he’d never admit it, but it felt incredible.

It was most definitely a weird and bit painful feeling but the slow insertions he made in and out of himself with the bo staffs quickly enveloped some pleasure into him as he did it a bit faster.

There were some weird angles but Zoro made it work and with his other hand free to pump his aching cock begging to be touched, he wasted no time to cum right onto the carpet in the center of the room.

His pants can be heard as he thought back on what he just did and how it felt and honestly? He couldn’t wait to do it again eventually.

Only when he truly felt stressed or just felt like being submissive and fucked again.

A/N : y’all I’m feeling so lazy but so giddy lately and I’m sorry about this post but I literally have been so lazy to write anything- also DUB FOR KUROKO NO BASKET? AAAAAAAHHHH OMGGGG!! Who are your fav character in KnB? :0 aside from Kuroko .-. :))!!

Also did each person gradually get longer? The length of their parts I mean-

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workofheart · 3 years

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36+40 with Levi 👁

I love ur writing btw that bodyguard one was WOOOOOOO

this is honestly a fav thank u so much for the request, went kind of ham bc i love this idea. sorry if it hurts ur heart <3

one more | levi + “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it” + “if you’re going to act like a brat then i’m going to treat you like a brat”

warnings: angst/implied nsfw, aggressive levi, “hate to love you” kind of fucking, 18+ minors dni

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“i have feelings for you. and i think you have them for me, too.”

levi is not a man of many words - that much is obvious. he keeps it short and to the point, not one for meaningless chatter or even thinking out loud, preferring to save his input for when it matters most.

rare is such a thing due to him being rendered speechless by another person, not able to speak even if he wanted. he’s never been struck so voiceless in his life, dumbfounded and heart sinking at your admission.

his silence is deafening. coming here so late at night, you thought you had all the aces in your palm. you were so sure, but his lack of reciprocation to what you were just so confident tells you all you need to know.

he can’t stand to look you in the eyes, averting them to the papers strewn across his desk. “...it’s not that simple,” is all he can manage.

feeling embarrassed, you swallow thickly. “then what is it?”

“we’re comrades,” he offers, but damage control doesn’t look good on him. you wonder why he’s even trying. “i’d even call you my friend.”

you let out a wounded laugh at that, crossing your arms over your chest.. “come on, levi, are you kidding?”

there you go again, as if you can hear the thoughts racing through his mind before he can think them himself. of course he feels it, probably more than you, if he’s completely honest. but he can’t do it to himself again. he’s not sure if he can love someone like he wants to love you and come out alive on the other end.

“listen-”

“we’re not just friends and you fucking know it” you mutter, turning away from him. you can’t even look him in the eyes, from the humility, from the chance that maybe you’ve been wrong this whole time, from the chance you’re truly just in denial. have you just been misreading it all these years?

patience thinning, he stands from his chair to look at you properly, on your level now. “okay, and so what? you know how things are. you know how this life gets.” his lips are pursed, unwavering, sour.

a bitter expression takes root on your face. he hates it.

“i’d rather love and lose than be a coward and never love at all.”

levi’s eyes narrow, a harrowing clench to his jaw ensues. it’s a shock to hear it coming from you. in fact, he’s astonished. he’s never seen your seething denunciations first hand, though he’s heard so much in passing, and such abrasiveness from you feels like a brutal strike to the jaw. your acrid words sting his pride, spear through his facade like you knew it would.

he could tolerate attitude: he couldn’t tolerate being called a coward.

his voice drops. “don’t talk to me like that.”

“someone has to say it. the stoic act isn’t doing anything for you.”

he scoffs, incredulous. “you’re acting like a child.”

“you’re the one denying your feelings because you’re scared of getting hurt,” you argue, volume rising, “that’s childish if i’ve ever seen it.” you voice bounces off the walls of the room, and you can’t even be bothered to care about people hearing you when you’re so beat down.

you don’t even see it coming. with a swift movement, levi is storming toward you, has his hands wrapping around your upper arms, pushing you back against the door you stand in front of. you barely get the chance to look into his eyes before he has his lips on yours, firm and rough and unrelenting and...

and so, so inviting. once the initial shock fades, you can’t help but kiss him back, trying to match his pace, trying to find something to do with your hands when they’re still pinned back. but as soon as he feels you reciprocate, he’s pulling away.

eyes widening, you shake your head at him. “what do you think you’re doing?” you ask, chest heaving as you try to collect your breath.

“if you’re going to act like a brat, then i’m going to treat you like one.”

his grip on your arms slides down to your wrists and then he’s dragging you across the room, pushing you inside his separate bedroom before you can even process what’s happening.

“you want me to tell you how i feel? fine.” he grumbles, pushing you down onto the bed and shrugging off his suit jacket. “you’re the only person around here who sees through me.”

he clamors out of his shoes and belt, discards his gear straps to the side. you’re frozen to your spot, unsure whether to undress, to walk away, or to wait for levi’s order. it’s almost laughable, how he has you collapsing so easily in a matter of moments.

“you look at me like you know what i’m thinking.”

he’s down to his trousers, shirt tosses carelessly over the footboard, before he’s crawling on top of you, movements calculated and intimidating as he pushes you back further and further like an animal toying with its prey. panting, he hovers over you, drinking up the hazy fear in your eyes.

“you make me so fucking frustrated.”

he grips your jaw in his hand, harshly locking his lips with yours, his rugged hold giving you nowhere to go.

levi presses another rough kiss to your mouth, swallowing the lewd sound you can’t hold back and pulls away, huffing as he forces you to look at him. “you make me feel like my life is fucking falling apart. and you’re right, that scares the shit out of me.”

he’s in a pit of turmoil, stuck between his desires and the thought of consequences, but his rash judgment pushes it all out. he’ll worry about regret later. it’s not like doesn’t already have an abundance of that hanging over him at every given moment - what’s one more?

“tell me you want me,” he grunts, stilling his movements. he needs you to say it, needs to hear you so he knows it’s real.

your arms reach up to tangle around his neck. “i want you,” you cry between his lips, hands tugging at his hair with greed, trying to pull him closer. it’s not just confirmation, it’s a plea.

warmth spreads through his body yet he feels himself shiver at the way you cling to him. it doesn’t take long to get you out of your clothes. he wants it off, off, off, and you’re not one to deny him. he bites at your neck, nips at the shell of your ear, whispers cruel teases there right where only you can hear him. each new expanse of skin you uncover for him is a new way to torture you, make you feel how much he wants you now, knowing he won’t let himself have you later in a way more than this.

his eyes are glued to you as he slips inside, staring down at the mess he’s made of you. purple lovebites blossom across your flushed, heaving chest. your cunt is dripping, aching for something only he can give you. you’re hot and needy and lewd, just for him, just how he made you, and you had the nerve to call him a coward.

your mouth falls open at the feeling of his cock dragging sweet against your walls, squeezing him in the best way possible. it draws a low groan from him; he can’t tear his gaze away from how you tremble, dying for the moment to last, the pure pleasure he’s giving you rewarding him with how absolutely beautiful you look like this.

leaning forward, he drops his forearms to the sheets so he has you caged, chest pressing to yours. by now his skin is glossy, struggling to keep himself together with the moans you let out for him.

reaching down your figure, his calloused fingers find your clit to rub tight, hard circles that have you shaking. he picks his head up just to see your reaction, the way your eyes squeeze together, the way your back arches beneath him, the way you say his name like a prayer when you cum.

levi can bring you to your climax as many times as he wants. he’s more than able, more than willing. your body bends to his commands at a single touch. but the both of you know that’s not really what you’re here for.

he grits his teeth as he chases his own high, savoring the feel of your hands in his hair and how you clutch to his every movement, letting the confession spill off the tip of his tongue.

“fuck, i love you,” he pants into your neck, his heavy breaths puffing against your dampening skin. he feels the start crash over him in more ways than one with tears brimming on his lash line. not letting up, his strokes are smooth and fast and deep, as if he’s trying to make up for lost time, as if he’s trying to coax every filthy sound of reassurance he can out of you in the only way he knows how. “you know i do, shit, and you still make me say it.”

levi is not a man of many words, but god if he won’t give them to you when you ask.

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AGENT OF CHAOS - PART THREE

Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Everything flew by him in a blur as he sped through the streets of Gotham. His foot slammed down harder on the accelerator desperate to get there faster. Every second counted. He knew all too well what The Joker was like. The way his face slipped as you defied him, terrified Jason. He’d seen that look right before receiving a crowbar to the face.

Warnings – Language. Kidnapping. Stalking. Mild Violence. Angst. Hurt.

Word Count: 4,870

A/N: This is the final chapter everyone, sorry for the little delay, I was working on a few of the actions scenes to ensure they were good. I really hope you all like this xoxo

~~~

It had been almost a month. Every lead turned into a dead end. Nothing. Much like the Joker himself, no one knew a thing. The whole thing was tearing Jason apart. He’d barely slept. He’d maybe had 3 hours per night. If that, and he was convinced the only reason he got sleep was because Bruce had slipped him something in his coffee.

The fourth cassette tape came with a dead yellow rose and a rotten apple. He pushed play on the recorder and swallowed thickly as the grainy camera zoomed in on your face. You looked pale. Your cheeks looked hollow and your once colourful eyes looked gaunt. Haunted.

“Well Jason, I’m a man of my word...I’ve been looking after her so good”, Joker laughed hysterically and smoothed his hand down your cheek, smacking it lightly. The slap caused you to jolt in the chair. A sharp gasp flew out of your chapped lips.

Jason felt Bruce’s hand squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. The notion sent a brief wave of calm through Jason. Maybe this was how Bruce felt all those years ago...when he received similar tape of ..of himself. Jason turned back to the screen and focused his eyes. Searching for a clue. Anything. Something to bring you back to him.

“She’s been such a good little princess bird boy...she’s done everything I asked...and more”, Joker whistled happily as he tapped your nose with a wicked smile. Jason felt his heart stop and looked directly into your eyes through the screen. Good he wanted to hold you in his arms and never let you go.

The tape skipped and replayed the same thing back, “...and more”. It skipped again, “...and more”. Jason growled and the tape paused before going completely black.

His fist smashed into the computer keyboard, pieces of black plastic scattering across the desk. Jason released a loud sobbing noise and sank to the cold stone floor of the bat cave. His eyes scrunched shut tightly, imagining you were in front of him. Giving him that silly smile you always did when you first woke up. It was one of his favourite smiles. You had hundreds of different types of smiles. The one you gave him when he hugged you randomly. The one you’d give him when he told you a stupid joke. The one you’d show him when you were both standing down one of the grocery aisles for no reason at all.

“Jason...son - we will find her - I promise you”, Bruce’s deep voice shattered Jason’s illusion of you in his mind.

“It’s been so long...what if-”, Jason ran a hand over his face. The stubble was longer, causing him to itch.

“Don’t”, Bruce warned, “don’t think like that. We will find her”.

~~~

The last cassette tape Jason received was covered in a dark, red sticky substance. Jason knew what it was but he didn’t know if it was yours. Before Jason could even think about playing it, Bruce had prized it from his fingers.

“Jason we need to analyse the blood, it might give us a clue”, his voice was stable and deep. He attempted to reassure Jason with a firm grip to the shoulder but it did nothing. Jason felt empty without you.

“We need to watch-”, Jason started but was interrupted by Bruce.

“No, I’ll watch it. You need to get some sleep, let me do this Jason. Please”, Bruce pleaded desperately, “You haven’t slept in over 48 hours”.

Jason laughed but it was hollow and sharp, “You really think I can sleep knowing she’s stuck with that fucking psycho?!”.

Bruce sighed and ran a hand over his face, “Jason I know you want to get Y/N back”, he placed the cassette onto a high tech scanning machine, it bleeped repeatedly as it scanned over the material, “But we all need to be working together and that means recharging our batteries”.

Jason scoffed and pushed past Bruce looking over the computer scanner typing something into the system, “So you’re telling me you went and had an eight hour sleep when Joker caught me?”.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, “Jason”.

“JUST STOP!!”, Jason's voice cracked as he shouted and for a moment, he sounded like the broken man in the abandoned shopping mall that long Halloween night many years ago.

“I-I need to do this Bruce. I-I have to, for Y/N”, his voice was scratchy and raw.

Bruce simply nodded and turned around. He extracted the cassette from the blood stained cloth and pushed it into the player to the right. Bruce took a secondary glance to Jason, giving him one last option but Jason just stared at the screen, waiting to see what the tape would show.

The second the tape played, the batcave was filled with your screams. They sounded broken and dry. Jason’s heart shattered. The shards stabbing him painfully. As you came into view on the camera, your long h/c hair was matted and stuck to your face. Blood staining it a deep red.

The Joker came into the view of the camera and smiled wide, his teeth showing.

“Jason, I see why you’re so attached to this woman, she’s very fiery...her spirit is impenetrable”.

A flicker of evil flew through his eyes at that word and a sick smile slid onto his lips, “but that’s fine. I’m sure I can find more penetrable spots”.

You tug harshly at your binds as he turned and came closer to you, a small blade held in his gloves hand.

“Hold still princess or I might accidentally cut an important part of you...or slit something”.

The blade cut the straps of your top, and the material fluttered down uselessly to the floor, exposing your padded black bra. The Joker whistled appreciatively and winked back at the camera.

“I say Jason...maybe I’m missing out not having a significant other...especially when they’re as beautiful as this”.

Jason had edged so close to the screen Bruce had to pull him back. Tears were running hotly down his cheeks and he swore he tasted blood from biting down on his bottom lip.

Your voice echoed through the empty warehouse room and through the camera speakers, “GO FUCK YOURSELF”.

The Joker smirked down at you and the blade was pressed against the skin of your neck.

“You should watch your manners, princesses don’t speak like that”.

You gulped and looked into his soulless eyes and laughed. It almost sounded as maniacal as his.

“I’m not your fucking princess”.

You spat at his face. Your spit mingled with blood from the earlier smack around the face.

“He’ll come for me...I know he will. And when he does, it’ll be all over for you”.

Something snapped and you saw his eyes darken. His face twisted and the scowl was demonic.

“You filthy fucking bitch!”, he roared and dropped the knife to wipe his face.

Joker turned to the camera and glowered, “I hope you’re watching Jason whilst I teach this rotten little whore some manners!”.

The first blow caused you to cry out in agony. It was harsh and fast. The sound to Jason was ear splitting. The second hit was drawn out and heavy. Designed to bruise. The third was sharp and felt like hundreds of tiny needles piercing your skin. The Joker was laughing wildly all the way through it. Never ceasing his treatment. As he swung his arm back for the fourth hit, the camera jarred and caught a window. Streams of light shone through. Jason could just about make out a sign. It was blurry.

“REWIND AND PAUSE IT BRUCE! There!!!”, he called and waited for Bruce to zoom in.

“Can you clear up that image...that looks like a road sign...”.

Bruce skipped the tape back several seconds, muting the sounds on the screen. The sounds of you getting smacked in the face shaking him to his core.

“THERE!!! LOOK!! Can you see?!”, Jason pressed his face as close as possible to the screen as Bruce paused it, the image flickered but the road sign was obvious.

ACE CHEMICALS.

Before Bruce could even react, Jason had launched himself across the cave, guns strapped to his thighs.

“Jason!”.

Jason ignored Bruce and grabbed his helmet, securing it into place whilst dropping extra magazine clips into his inner jacket pockets.

“Jason, we can’t just go in there all guns blazing. That’s what he’ll want! We have to think about this”, Bruce reasoned and moved into his path.

Huffing in annoyance, Jason’s modulator covered it easily, “I’m going to get her whether you come with me or not”.

Bruce looked stunned for a split second before softening his voice, “You’re letting your emotions get the better of you - they’re clouding your judgment Jason”.

He knew he was right, deep down. But the pressure. The torture you must have endured. Everything. It weighed down on Jason and began to suffocate him slowly. The more time he wasted, the worse it was going to be. He couldn’t do it.

“Let me get into my suit and we’ll tackle this together”.

Nodding briefly, Jason watched Bruce make his way across to the darkened corner of the cave where his suit was behind a glass panel. As Bruce pressed his palm into the wall, the biometric scanner bleeped. The case slid open slowly and Bruce began to take out the suit piece by piece. The batarangs refracted the light they caught from the computer screens.

Fuck. It was taking too long, these precious seconds. He could be half way there by now. His bike was too far away, in the garage at the front of the manor. He side eyed the batmobile and swallowed thickly.

“Fuck it”.

Taking the keys from the secret sliding panel on the desk, Jason leapt into the batmobile before starting the engine and speeding out of the cave. He swore he heard Bruce shouting, he was certain he heard several curse words too. Unlike Bruce. But it was taking too long. He couldn’t wait. He couldn’t leave you. You needed him. You couldn’t wait any longer.

~~~

Everything flew by him in a blur as he sped through the streets of Gotham. His foot slammed down harder on the accelerator desperate to get there faster. Every second counted. He knew all too well what The Joker was like. The way his face slipped as you defied him, terrified Jason. He’d seen that look right before receiving a crowbar to the face.

“Come on...come on!!”, Jason cursed to himself, hitting the steering wheel in fury. All the money Bruce had and it wouldn’t go any faster? He took a sharp turn heading towards the abandoned warehouse behind ACE Chemicals. He was so close. So much closer to reaching you. He’d deal with Bruce later. He couldn’t have waited any longer. Bruce would just have to get over him ‘borrowing’ the batmobile.

Swerving another corner and narrowly dodging the underpass columns, he pulled up in front of the derelict building. Almost all of the windows were smashed and hued green with mould. Maybe some of the toxins spewed from the factory had helped taint the glass further.

Grabbing both of his pistols, Jason left the car and headed towards the building fire escape. He could hear voices chattering.

“Joker said to keep an eye out for Batman”.

A goon; Jason noted peering around the brick wall spotting two of them. He noticed the metal railings above them creaking slightly in the strong winds.

“It’s been over a month now and there’s been no sign of any of the Bat freaks, it’s fine, let’s go grab a beer. He won’t even notice”, a second one encouraged the other smirking.

“You really want to cross him? He’s fucking nuts. I’m surprised the girl has even lasted this long with him, you know what he’s like”.

Jason’s fist tightened around one of his guns at the mention of you. It had to be you. Silently firing his grapple gun, he flew up the side of the building and made his way towards the goons.

“Trust me”, the first one spoke again, “He won’t even realise we’re gone, plus we might find some chicks to-”.

Perching on the railings above them, Jason leapt down cracking the base of his pistols onto one of their heads.

“Pleasure to meet you both”, Jason kicked out at the second goon hearing the sick crack of his ankle snapping.

Spinning on his heel, Jason grabbed the other goon and threw him face first into the brick wall knocking him unconscious immediately before turning back to the other man on the floor whimpering in pain.

“Where is she?”, Jason’s voice was strained even with the modulator protecting him.

The man refused to answer, dragging himself away from Jason with his hands, mud covering his palms.

Taking a large step, Jason reached the man on the floor and purposely stood onto his swollen ankle before aiming the cocked pistol towards his skull.

“I won’t ask again, where is she?”.

The screech from the man was deafening as Jason applied a hefty amount of pressure to his fractured bone.

“Basement!! She’s in the basement!! Please!!”, he begged as his eyes flickered nervously to the gun.

Jason rolled his shoulders before smashing the hilt of his pistol into his skull knocking him out cold. He turned back towards the fire escape and grappled back up to the roof. He’d have to make his way through the building to get to the basement. To you. And if he knew Joker, he wouldn’t have made it that easy. The two idiots on the front door were a sick joke. Tormenting Jason. Getting you back wouldn’t be an easy task.

~~~

Silently dropping through the window on top of the building, Jason landed onto one of the rusty steel girders. It was dark but his helmet adjusted the night vision so he could see clearly. Several goons patrolling an old foreman’s office in the centre. You had to be in there. He needed to take these idiots out quietly before getting to you.

Swinging across to the next rafter, Jason looked down at the first unsuspecting moron. With the stealth of a panther, he landed silently behind the goon before wrapping his arm around his meaty neck. He struggled against the iron grip of Jason’s forearm but the pressure only intensified the more he thrashed. Eventually the squirming stopped and the goon fell limp in his arms. Jason dragged him across to a darkened corner and dumped him behind some barrels.

As he grappled back up to roof beams, he looked down across at the two henchmen digging out a packet of cigarettes. The idiots had left their guns resting against the far wall. Jason had to chuckle to himself, Joker really was hiring morons. Weren’t these guys supposed to be protection?

Jason creeped across the rafters towards the two men and grabbed both of his pistols. He had to be silent. He couldn’t alert Joker to his presence.

“This is my last smoke”, one complained bitterly as the cigarette perched between his thin lips.

“I’ll get the next packet, quit your whining”, the second growled and patted his jacket for a lighter, “Fuck, where did I put my lighter?”.

“You’re a fucking moron. You asked to come for a smoke and you don’t even have a light!!”.

Now was his chance. Jason landed between them both, his boots thudding as he hit the concrete floor, “You know, smoking is bad for your health”. Before either of the goons could react, Jason lifted his elbow into the larger man's throat before smashing his pistol into the other man's temple, causing him to drop onto his knees. He slipped his guns back into his holsters quickly before turning to the other goon. He dodged the larger man’s grapple before twisting with ease and kicking out his kneecap. The man gasped but the elbow to his throat had killed off his voice.

Jason threw a heavy right hook into the larger man's nose and watched the blood trickle down his face. This seemed to only infuriate him more and he launched himself towards Jason viciously. Gripping both of his arms, Jason flipped the man over his body and slammed him into the floor hard before hammering punch after punch to his face, knocking him unconscious.

He turned quickly to the other man who was scrambling on his knees for the gun resting against the far wall.

“Sorry bud, but that can’t happen”, Jason grunted and landed a heavy kick to the goons stomach. The man yelped but it was quickly cut off by Jason as he slammed his boot into his face. He dropped onto the floor instantly.

Jason panted heavily and looked around the room, his helmet advising him of one more goon loitering around the door of the office. Looking down at the floor he noticed the floor grates wrapped around the room and more importantly under the henchmen’s feet. Perfect.

He lifted one of the grate coverings quietly and slipped under the flooring. He crouched down and edged around the room. The last goon was much larger and bulkier, with a machine gun strapped around his wide chest.

This goon seemed smarter than the others. Looking around and even checking up in the rafters. He grunted and pressed a button on his jacket, “No boss, still no sign of them...nothing Sir”.

The voice that patched through sent a chill down Jason’s spine. It was a tone that would be forever cemented in his mind, a reminder of his own torment.

“If you get ANY inclination the bat or any of his costumed freaks are in the building, you tell me immediately”.

“Yes boss”.

The static of the radio crackled before cutting off completely. Jason cursed mentally. This had to be precise. Perfection. He had to disable the henchman’s radio unit. Padding over his jacket he searched for the disrupter shooter he had. It wasn’t there. Fuck. He’d fucked up in his rush and left it behind. Fuck. Bruce was right. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Then he heard it. A soft ping from above him. He knew that sound. Jason looked up from the grate and spotted Nightwing hidden in the shadows with his own disrupter. Pointed directly at the goon’s radio system.

“Thought you might need a hand”, Dick patched into Jason’s com line.

Jason growled under his breath, “Thanks”.

“Shall we take this moron out together?”.

“Yes”, Jason muttered before switching his com off and inched closer to the goon.

The second Nightwing flew down from the roof beams, Jason jumped out of the floor grate and kicked out the back of the goons knees. He cursed loudly before Nightwing’s foot landed in his face.

Jason swore he saw a tooth fly out of his mouth along with a glob of blood. He aimed several hard punches to the side of the henchman’s head whilst Nightwing disabled his gun and radio with a graceful poise.

“All this for the girl? She’s nothing but a shell”, the goon smirked across at Jason before choking at the next punch.

“Joker’s hollowed her out...she’s nothing”, he spat out.

His temper flared and his hand subconsciously reached for his pistol. Dick realised and before anything could happen, he landed an electrical ecrisma blow to the goons head, knocking him out cold. His body crashed onto the floor with a loud thump.

“Jason-”.

“Don’t”, Jason cut him off, “I’m fine”.

He took several steps towards the office door and swallowed thickly. You. You’d be in there. You’d told Joker with the last ounce of confidence left that he’d come for you. He’d never leave you. You were right. Jason would never have stopped looking. Ever.

His hand rested on the door handle, trembling only slightly. What if he was too late. What if this was just another trick?

Drawing his hand back almost as though the door had burnt him. He frowned. He couldn’t think like this. No. He had to be strong. Just like you had been in all those videos. You’d been fierce. Your spirit still pouring through to him.

Jason glared angrily at the door and took a step back before kicking it open furiously with his combat boot. The door flew open wildly and as the dust settled. He saw Joker stood in the middle of the room, a sick, satisfied smirk sat proudly on his demented face.

~~~

“Jason my boy! It’s a pleasure to see you again”, his chuckle was deep and sinister, “I see you're still hiding your face though...is that because of what I did?”. The Joker’s eyes danced with delirious joy at the memories.

“I’d have thought you’d have embraced all your scars by now Jason...”, The Joker edged forward leaving you tied up behind him.

Jason rounded The Joker, clicking a button to the side of his mask, revealing his face, his eyes hidden with the domino mask, “I’ve got nothing to hide from you, clown”.

Jason let his eyes run over you for a second. You were bruised and bloodied. Clothes torn and tattered from mistreatment. Your eyes. God. Your beautiful E/C eyes. Red raw from countless tears. Somehow you still managed to give him a smile from behind The Joker. His heart fluttered. God he’d missed your smile.

Tearing his eyes from you he looked back towards The Joker and held his pistols out at him, finger hovering over the trigger. Jason felt the burn mark on his cheek stinging all over again. Pain ever present.

“You don’t have the guts”, The Joker laughed again and walked forward pressing his forehead into the barrel of the gun.

“You wouldn’t dare pull that trigger. I’m your Ace card Jason. You can’t kill me. You want to but you can’t...something will always stop you”.

Jason felt his hand shaking slightly. Everything was throbbing in his mind.

“Even after everything I’ve done to your girl, you still can’t pull that trigger”, The Joker taunted further and grinned sadistically.

“If only you knew where I’d touched...what I’ve done...”, he pushed further into the cold metal of the gun and winked at Jason, “Go on, do it, I dare you...if you don’t- I’m just going to keep coming back and who knows what I’ll do to our little princess next-”.

BANG.

A gun shot blasted through the air. Smoke drifted slowly from the barrel, dancing into the darkness around them.

“JASON!”.

Nightwing had thrown one of his ecrisma sticks to Jason’s gun, knocking it off target. The bullet shattered the brickwork behind them, dust erupting.

Crashing down through one of the broken windows on top of the office roof, Nightwing flew towards The Joker tackling him down onto the damp, concrete floor before he could launch himself at Jason.

Still startled, Jason watched Dick wrestling with The Joker on the floor, punches flying back and forth.

Dick turned to Jason, “Y/N-Jason!! Go get Y/N!! I’ll handle this!”.

The Joker was shrieking with laughter underneath Dick, blood pouring down his lip and from his nose.

“Ahhhh another boy blunder!! I must be lucky!! Two for the price of one!”.

Dick threw another punch and reached for the second ecrisma stick on his back, “I can’t wait to cart you back to the Asylum. I hope you’re looking forward to your 5 star stay in a windowless cesspit!”.

Jason could hear Joker continually laughing at Dick, until the sharp sound of electrical buzzing cut him off with a loud scream.

He almost fell over his own feet as he raced towards you. Jason quickly untied your hands and the second they were free you flung them around his neck, sobbing into his neck. Your tears dropping onto his brown leather jacket.

“Oh baby”, Jason stroked your hair and held you tightly to him. He was worried he was crushing you but you seemed to be squeezing him back just as hard.

You didn’t stop sobbing. The overwhelming emotion of being wrapped in his safe, strong arms make your knees buckle. Jason caught you with ease and lifted you up, “It’s ok baby, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you”.

Jason was one step away from breaking down himself but he needed to be strong for you right now.

You pressed your skin against his, the scratch of his stubble a welcome sting against your cheek. His scent overwhelmed you. Leather. Gunpowder. Smoke. And something distinct you’d never been able to place.

“Jason”.

“Shhh, it’s ok - nothing is going to hurt you, I’m here now - I’m a bit late but I’m here”.

~~~

It had been one week since you’d been back home. Two weeks if you counted the first week you and Jason spent holed up in the manor. Bruce had insisted. You sat in the bathtub, knees pressed up against your bare chest. Silence. All you could hear was the faint crackle of the bubbles every now and again. The clinical white tiles of the bathroom made you feel a little cleaner.

However, no matter how many baths you took, showers you stood in, you still couldn’t wipe the feel of the slick purple gloves off your skin. Your skin. Skin that was now marred with yellowish bruising. Almost faded physically but not mentally. Looking over the marks you felt yourself transported back into the desolate warehouse. The dank smell of stagnant water filling your nostrils. You choked and coughed loudly, suddenly feeling the oxygen clam up your throat. Drowning in the memories.

“Y/N??”.

Within a mere second Jason had flung open the bathroom door, red tinting his cheek and a little sweat on his forehead, “Sweetheart are you ok?”.

You noted how he chose to call you sweetheart now and not his usual princess. A stark reminder that this whole ordeal had affected him too, more than he’d admitted. You felt the guilt eat away at you. Shame burning at your feet.

“Y-yeah, I’m ok”, you mumbled quietly and swirled some of the water and bubbles around you, “I just accidentally swallowed some of the bath water, I’m sorry”.

Jason nodded although not quite believing you. He closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of the tub taking a deep breath, “It’s ok to not be ok sweetheart...I know it can be difficult to admit that...I know that more than most”, he wiped a stray bubble from the rim of the tub. He looked at you deeply before continuing, “I’ll be here for you...whenever and whatever you need”.

You sat silently in the water and he moved to get up. Maybe he thought it was best to leave you alone, let you uncover your own emotions. Process what had happened. You gripped his wrist and looked up into the crystal blue of his eyes, “Jason”.

“Yeah babe?”, he turned his wrist in your hand and linked his fingers with yours.

“I love you”.

He smiled and squeezed your hand before whispering back, “I love you too, more than you know”.

He looked over you and moved to sit back on the edge of the bath. His spare hand reached out and cupped your chin lovingly, stroking over your skin.

“We’ll work through this together Y/N, I promise”, Jason murmured and leaned forward kissing your forehead lightly, “I’ll do whatever you need me to do...anything at all”.

The words, the touches, the kiss. It made your heart flutter and you fell even more in love with him. Jason made the impossible possible and you had no idea how he managed it every day. You felt so lucky.

“I - I struggle some d-days”, you admitted and with those words you felt a little lighter, “sometimes all I want is for you to hold me and not let me go...Sometimes I-I f-feel like that for hours...”.

“Well then I’ll hold you for hours”, he said simply.

You scoffed lightly but before you could protest or think of arguing back he was stepping into the bath water fully clothed.

“Jay!! You’re going to flood the bathroom”, you gasped loudly, watching the water splash over the sides like dramatic tidal waves. Water dispersed all over the bathroom floor to make way for his broad frame, “What are you doing?!”.

Jason sunk down into the water behind you and wrapped his arms either side, pulling you back into his clothed chest. He rested his head on your shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss there, “Holding you for as long as you need me to”.

You felt yourself melt into his warm embrace. Tears made their way down your cheeks at his endearing show of love, “Jason”.

“Shhh, just let me hold you baby”, he cuddled you tighter into him, his fingers stroking your hips under the water, brushing away the bruises. Marking you with his own special touch.

Relaxing under his soft caresses, you hummed lightly and closed your eyes resting your head back against him. He smelt like leather and spice. You felt at home. He was home.

“Jay”.

“Mmm?”.

“Please call me princess”, you whispered quietly into the air, your eyes still closed.

“Whatever you want...princess”.

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shackermanwrites · 3 years

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Next Time

Summary: "Did you know, when clouds are unhappy, they will cry their heart out that’s why there are rains? But the sky would laugh at them that’s why there are thunders, isn’t funny?"

You loved and chased him for four years but you suddenly stopped on the last year of senior year. Levi didn't know why, but now he knows.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Warnings & Content: Death, Angst

Word Count: 2507

The wind dances swiftly through the air as soon as Levi stepped out of his car, he looked up to the dull, gloomy sky that seems to be pouring rain any minute from now.

He remembers how you told him how you felt the joy when it is raining, how you felt relaxed and calm as the tiny droplets of rain land on your skin. He couldn’t possibly forget the first day you talked to him, the weather was the same as today.

How could he forget that exact moment? You looked ethereal when the two of you first met.

He remembers everything.

The joy and excitement on your face as you entered your classroom was painted on your face, it was your first day of junior year. You're excited yet nervous to start your first day of high school since you will see new faces, and you get to experience a unique environment for you.

You carefully scan the room as you try to think about where you should sit for the rest of the year, you could sit on the first row and be that student who aces their classes, but you could also sit at the back of the class and make lots of friends while having fun for the rest of the year.

Yet your eyes land on the third-row seat, a boy who is sitting silently on his chair while looking over to the window with no expression painted on his face.

Slowly, your feet started walking towards him. You nervously grip on the strap of your bag when you stopped in front of him. He didn’t even glance at your side to acknowledge your presence.

“Hello,” you cheerfully greet him as soon as you sat on the chair beside him. The raven-haired boy didn’t bother to answer your greetings nor glance at you.

‘He must be having a bad day early this morning,’ you thought.

You placed your arm on the table of your seat and rested your chin on the palm of your hand as you looked at the sky he was looking at. You are invested in what the boy was looking at, yet you only found a dull sky and leaves swaying gracefully on the ground. You opened your mouth to engage in a conversation with him but thunder stopped you from doing so and that made the boy flinch from its sound.

‘Cute’ you thought.

A giggle escaped your mouth as you looked at him, this time, you were cut off not by a clap of thunder but by his beautiful steel gray eyes that match the shade of the sky. Your smile slowly fades as you get lost in how mesmerizing his eyes are as he looks at you with an annoyed look to hide the blush on his face.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you it's just that- oh, I'm Elide by the way what's your name?”

“My name’s Levi.” He replied

You gave him the sweetest smile you could give that day, even if his face screams annoyance from your presence. Yes, you gave him your smile and your name that day, but why did you include your heart.

Ever since that day, you would always sit next to him in class and engage in small talks with him, he sometimes answers, but he mostly stayed quiet. You help him with history subject and sometimes buy snacks for him since he doesn’t leave the classroom that often during breaks. You consider him as a friend.

Your friendship with him lasted for a year, but eighth grade changed when you already acknowledged your feelings for him. You were just a child, a foolish child who was scared to have regrets so you confessed the feelings you have for him.

Eight grade year came fast and this is the year that you confessed to Levi. You told him how you felt for him, how his eyes made the butterflies in your stomach fly, and how you felt happy whenever you see him, especially when he smiles, even if you only saw it once.

Yet you did not get the answer you wished you had. Instead, he pushed you away with all his strength. Its not like you were hoping that he would return the feeling to you.

“Stay away from me from now on.” That is the only answer you got and the last word he said to you since then. You watched him as his back slowly vanish in front of your eyes, but he never saw the tears that run through your cheeks.

It's been four years since you confessed to Levi, and you're now in your senior year, only months left before you graduate and start college.

You were not alone in those four years, you became friends with Sasha, Connie and Jean, and you also saw Levi with his new friends Hange and Erwin. They don’t hate you as much as Levi did since they would smile at you when you pass by each other on the corridors, and you would often exchange hi and hello’s.

In those four years, you never stopped loving him, you didn’t give up on him, and it never crossed your mind even though he would always ignore you as if you don’t exist in his world.

Since that day, Levi never talked to you so you would constantly write letters for him and slid them in his locker. You would tell him how boring math and history class was, you would ask him how were his weekend and holidays. You would leave candies on his desk every morning, you never saw him eating it but you also didn’t saw him throw it. But he still didn’t acknowledge you, it's like he forgot you even exist.

It pains deeply you but you stopped writing letters to him in your last year of senior year. You stopped giving him candies and you stopped looking at him with admiration like you used to. You don’t want to put an end to this, but you know deep inside of your heart that you have to.

“Excuse me for asking, but you don’t buy those candies anymore for your loverboy there. Is everything okay? He didn’t do anything to you, right? Jean and Connie will beat his ass up if he did.” You looked at Sasha who is busy writing on his notebook while sipping on her orange juice.

The three of them had always been there for you, the moments and memories you have shared with them are the most precious thing you treasure wholeheartedly.

Sasha and Connie are the persons who can make you laugh till your lungs and stomach hurt as you gasp out for air and tears would form under your eyes. They are your serotonins in life as they act like your younger siblings. On the other hand, Jean is like an older brother to you, he is overly protective to all of you and he is the person you would talk to when you're down and sad.

You smiled at those memories and the feelings you treasure.

You shake your head and glance over to the boy quietly writing on his notebook while the two of his friends are currently having a conversation. The first boy that made your heart flutter, the boy who made you like tea since it is his favorite drink, the boy who has the most mesmerizing eyes you’ve seen and soft hair that you still feel on your fingertips. Levi.

A small smile was already curved on your lips just by looking at him, you didn’t notice, but Sasha, Connie, and jean did. They looked at each other, and sadness are visible in their eyes.

Levi subconsciously looks at your side and his eyes widened a little when he met yours, you were in pain when you once again saw those steel-gray eyes, those pinchable cheeks that he has and those lips. You gave him a soft smile before you started writing on your notebook once again.

“No, he didn’t do anything, I gave up since I'm tired of chasing.” You softly replied to Sasha.

Liar.

You never did.

Levi opened the door of his car so Hange and Jean can get out. Nothing has changed over the years, Levi and Hange are still friends, along with Erwin. They manage to get through college and find a stable job. Hange became a Chemistry professor at the university she went to in college. Erwin is now an accountant at a famous bank, Sasha is now a flight stewardess and Connie's a pilot, Jean’s now an architect, and Levi is now a medical technologist. They all have their lives put together. They are contented and in some terms happy.

Levi held the Bouquet tightly in his hands as they walk over to your spot. He is neatly dressed as you would expect from him, he's nervous.

Hange placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to calm Levi down.

The three of them are out of words, and they don’t know what to say.

“She never stopped loving you, you know, she never did and she never tried.” Jean softly muttered loud enough for the three of them to hear.

“She-“ Jean choked on his own words while he nervously pulls something out from his wallet before handing it to Levi.

Levi can't feel anything, hell he can’t even move an inch of his body as it became numb, but he still manages to grab the paper jean gave.

“It's for you.” Jean said before excusing himself to return to the car.

He can’t do this right now.

“I’ll… leave you for a moment, I’ll be back.” Hange softly said while gently rubbing Levi’s back before leaving.

Hange only knew you by your name, but she knows deep inside that you and her could get along very well. She only had one memory of you, it's when she tripped on the stairs and her science project got ruined, people started laughing at her instead of helping her, she swears at everyone in the hall that day except for you. You helped her that day pick up her project without hesitation and with a smile that never left your mouth. She knows you’re a good person.

“Brat,” Levi starts while looking at you with those same gray eyes. He never changed.

He slowly opens the letter you wrote for him with his shaky hands as he tries his very best to compose himself.

Dear Levi,

Hello Levi, it is me! I'm sure you know me because if you already forgot about me, then I'm going to be so sad, just kidding. Did you know, when clouds are unhappy, they will cry their heart out that’s why there are rains? But the sky would laugh at them that’s why there are thunders, isn’t funny? Do you remember the first time we have met Levi? The sky was laughing at the sky, and maybe it was even laughing at us. You know, that day, I told you that it might rain, but you said that have hope because it will not rain. I did hope and it still rained, its funny because nine years have already passed and I'm still hoping, I'm hoping for myself, for my friends and family and for you. I'm dying Levi, I have leukemia and I already stopped the medication since the last year of senior year but you gave me hope to live and to fight then. Your eyes did gave me hope. I want to live Levi, I wanted to stay but I know I can't anymore, but I did not regret every single thing that has happened to me since it is all my choice.

I never hated you for mistreating me in high school, I never did. In fact, I am thankful for you and I'm grateful that I met you. Existing is barely possible but living with you is a miracle. The candies that I gave you, you know that I was looking at you every morning watching if you would throw them didn’t you? So you didn’t throw then, not a single one. I was curious, but I never dared to ask yet I also don’t want to regret now that I didn’t asked the reason why but it doesn’t matter now. Thank you Levi for everything, I don’t regret anything, so I hope you also have no regrets from the past. But hey, live your life to the fullest, don’t worry, I got your back.

Oh, also, did I tell you that you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen? I hope you know how much I love your eyes but not as much as I love you Levi.

See you, Levi.

-With love

Levi’s chest tightens as his body becomes numb and his ears started ringing. He brings the letter you wrote on his chest before drops of tears started escaping his eyes.

Levi never hated you, he never did. In fact, he loved and adored you just as much as you did. You were the first person who dared to talk to him continuously for years, you were the only person who cared for him despite how hard he pushed you before and he hated himself that he did not have the chance to express how he cared for you.

The day you confessed, his stomach tightens and his heart pounds as if it wanted to leave his chest, he wanted to say that he felt the same way but he can't, he doesn’t know how so instead, he pushed you away into his life. He stopped talking to you, hoping that you will hate him and leave him alone but you never did.

He constantly pushed you out of his life while you constantly pull him in yours. The both of you were only hurting yet none of you noticed.

He did regret pushing you away constantly and that is when he starts telling himself that he doesn’t deserve you, he was so scared that he might break you if he tries to apologize for what he did to you.

He's now late as he looks down on your tomb. Your smile that brings comfort to him was already gone.

You were gone.

The sky slowly becomes gray once again before letting out thunder above him.

Was the sky laughing at him? At you? At the both of you?

Levi slowly kneels as he places the flowers on your tomb, lost of words as he stayed silent while tiny drops of rain started hitting his skin.

He immediately put your letter inside his wallet, scared that it might get wet from the rain, it’s the only thing that he had that reminds him of you.

He looks at the same dull sky the day you’ve met, only this time, the sky is crying along with him.

“I love you more, more than you know. See you.”

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caplanbuckybarnes · 3 years

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Decietful Memories (2/?)

Summary: Clark becomes interested in a student ghat slowly clouds over every rational thought of his

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: swearing, uncertainty, teacher x student flirtation

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Seven on the dot, Kobalt knocks on Clark’s office door. He buttons his shirt up an extra button to appear more professional. A lamp on his desk leaves his office in an eerie glow, the window blinds are shut. Clark reminds himself that it’s better that way. He reminds himself that he mustn’t act on his thoughts. He’d almost blown his cover last time. But he wouldn’t do it again. He wouldn’t allow- he straightens his back and plasters a smile to his reddened cheeks as he pulls the door wide open. The hallway is abandoned except for the blue haired student in front of him.

“Right on time,” he smiles as he takes a step back to allow her entrance. “Glad to see your punctuality matters.”

Chuckling, she adjusts the strap of her backpack on her left shoulder before entering the office. “What kind of teaching assistant would I be for you if I was tardy to our first appointment, sir?”

He raised a brow in interest at her words though he doesn’t comment on them as he closes the door and secured the chain that locks them inside. “I prefer to work in privacy, without much distraction.” He comments, feeling the worry grow from her before he turns around and struts to his desk. “Keeping my office locked at all times guarantees that for me.” Almost consciously, he tugs the tie away from his neck, making it loose. She’s still wearing that damned mini skirt he notices as he motions for her to seat herself in the cushioned arm chair in front of his desk.

“You talk a lot during your lessons,” she speaks as she pulls the backpack off her shoulders and sits at his command. “I like that about you; the way you explain your words and your thoughts. It’s intriguing and fascinating. I noticed one student in particular seems deeply invested in this class, Pamela. I’d keep an eye on her, I bet she’d ace your class with certainty. Hell, maybe she should have signed up as your assistant.”

Hardly, he heard her evaluation of his class. His eyes watched the way her legs crossed at the ankles, she wore black tights underneath that damned skirt. Her thighs tightened as she shifted ever so slightly to adjust her seating in the chair. He didn’t miss a single flinch of her body, every minuscule movement.

“Usually my students complain about myself talking so much,” he replied, his eyes flicking back and forth from her mouth to her beautiful blue eyes. They were electric blue, almost matching the same tint of her hair. He’d wondered for a moment what her natural birth hair looked like. “I’m certainly elated to hear that I dont bore all of my students to death.”

Her plush lips curled into a pleasurable smile. “I don’t see why people would complain about your voice, it’s broad and assertive. Sometimes people need to have an authority figure such as yourself telling them what to do. Oh! I’d almost forgotten, I grabbed some muffins on the way over here. I didn’t know how long I’d be staying here, so I brought a snack for both of us tonight while we had this meeting.”

Graciously, he took the muffin away from her, his fingers grazing against the back of her hand. He had to stop himself from having another thought before he dropped the muffin on the surface of his desk. “Apologies, I must be more exhausted than I thought. Teaching hundreds of students all day is tiring some days.”

A chuckle passes her lips and she brushes her hair behind her shoulder. “I would assume so, mister Kent.”

He leaned over and smirked at her. “When it’s just us two in this office, please do not hesitate to use my first name. In fact, I demand it of my assistants. As we’re not a teacher slash student dynamic while we reside in this office, I see it as a way for us to be on a first name basis.”

She nods and blinks at him. “Yes, Clark.”

Holy God. He didn’t mean to clench his thighs together at the sound of innocence in her vocals, a growl almost escaped from his throat in a feral manner. But he didn’t expect it to sound so seductive even without her trying. She was too purely innocent and he knew he’d had to fix that about her as soon as possible. His lessons often broadened into dark territory; illegal books, controversial media outlets. Oftentimes, he strayed away from his lesson plans to have open discussions about political tyranny and even testimonies about religion. He’d loved open discussions about worldly problems. It always had his students thinking outside of the narratives in their own closed minds. He really should have been a political major when he was attending college.

“When is your last class tomorrow? Perhaps I can take you out for lunch? I have a two hour block in between morning and evening classes.” He offered, folding his arms across his chest.

“After two,” she answered with a shy smile. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before glancing down at the notebook in front of her. “It’s getting late, should we continue discussing the lesson plans tomorrow evening?”

He reached behind him and grabbed a thick syllabus from the surface of his desk and handed it off to her. “This is the lesson I have planned for the semester. If it’s not too much, I’d like you to study this guide. On your free days and free classes, I would like you to attend at least one of my classes as to—“ he cut off for a moment as his phone started blaring loudly. In a huff of breath, he reached behind him and turned his phone on silent before turning a sheepish smile at her. “I apologize for that, an old colleague, he’s been persistent about visiting me. As I was saying, I would like you to join me in at least one of my classes this week so you can get a full grasp of my teaching methods in person.”

“I can come by on Thursday if you’d like? I’m free for the day.” She said, standing away from the chair and shouldering her bag. She took a bite of the muffin and Clark watched as crumbs gathered at the corner of her mouth. She swiped at her mouth hastily as he nodded to her. He swallowed the lump in his throat to stop himself from jumping at her.

“I can pick you up in the quad, we can go outside the city for quiet time.” He offered. “Lunch date or something.”

“Date?” She chuckled, raising a brow as he escorted her to the door.

“Poor choice of words of my part,” he replied as he escorted her to the door pulling away the lock before opening the door. “3:30 sound good to you?”

“Sounds perfect.” She nodded as she stepped out to the hallway. “We’ve much to discuss.”

Thursday came and went by in a fit of rash questions and a lot of heated debates in the classroom. Clark felt all too familiar in settings such as that. The topic of discussion; Edgar Allen Poe and the circumstances of his death. Clark kept his class in order, had a student become too aggressive in their argument, he’d shut it down with a bell that he’d ring out to silence them. Pamela Ivey was too quiet that day; usually she’d be the first to quip with an argument on her tongue. He’d ask her later on what was going on. Kobalt sat at his desk, scribbling down his lecture with the speed of an auctioneer. To say he was impressed by her participation was an understatement.

The time for their lunch arrived quickly. Clark gathered his lesson plans for the day and placed them in his suitcase. Kobalt stood by the doorway, Peering outside of the classroom every so often, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“In a rush to go somewhere?” Clark asked as he finished packing away his assignments and began strolling over to her. “Or perhaps on the lookout for someone?”

“Just nervous,” she shrugged. “It’s not too often that a teacher and student walk off campus together. It’s kind of tempting to walk away and never return.”

“Oh?” He asked as they entered the hallway. He turned to lock up his classroom. “Why’s that?”

“Parents dream was for me to go to college and become an important figure in history,” she grimaced as he turned around and placed his keys in his jacket pocket. “I’m only here to satisfy their needs. Which is why I don’t really know why I’m here yet.”

“If you’d feel up to it, I have a cabin not too far out of the city,” he offered as they crossed the campus grounds. “You’re more than welcome to accompany me there. I sometimes find myself in a better thinking capacity when I’m surrounded by woodland creatures and wet trees. It’s secluded and far into the woods around the area, less distractions.”

“Sounds like the perfect get away,” she sighed as they finally walked into the parking lot of the school. “Your car or mine?”

He chuckled and shrugged, checking her small frame. “Do you have trouble getting into a Tacoma? They’re monstrous trucks.”

“A what?” She asked. “I’m sorry, I’m not familiar with cars too much.”

“Come on,” he hustled her over through the student parking lot until they passed a gate to the faculty parking. He pointed across the ground to where a large blue truck was hidden away in the corner. “That is what my truck looks like. It’s comfortable for me since I’m so large.” He could have sworn she was checking him out as he walked ahead of her and couldn’t stop the smirk that pulled against his lips. But maybe it was his thoughts going haywire.

“You drive this every day?” She asked as they reached the parking lot. Trees covered the truck in a cold shadow. “It’s gotta take a lot of gas.”

“Yeah,” he raised a brow as he stepped up the ladder to pull open the door for her. “But it’s my baby, I wouldn’t trade this car for anything in the world.”

“Does your wife like it?” She asked. Almost, she struggled to step into the truck but she managed to keep her balance before she sat down on the bench.

“I never said I was married and I happen to live alone in a beautiful house on the outskirts of the city.” He responded before he closed the door and walked around the car to hop into the driver’s seat. With ease, he jumped into the truck and settled behind the wheel before instructing her to place the seatbelt on. He waited until she was secure before starting the car and driving out of the campus parking lot and into the busy city street.

“Were you ever married?” She conversed as she watched him handle the car with practiced ease.

“Are you interested in becoming my wife or something?” He chuckled, his chest raising up and down with the motion. “I don’t date young girls and I certainly don’t cross that boundary.”

“Oh,” she blushed faintly before tearing her gaze away. They stopped at a red light and he reached over to put the radio on low volume. Music blared out softly from the speakers surrounding the car and he smiled at her reaction. “I didn’t mean to intrude, Clark. I just— I just figured we’d get to learn about each other. You know, since I’m your assistant.”

“You can ask me any question you’d like,” he shrugged, paying attention to the road as he drove past a police vehicle. “I want to learn more about you and about this city, since I’d just moved here not too long before I got the job as the English professor. I’d appreciate all the help I can get.”

“It’s a good thing I applied for the job, right?” She started twirling a finger in her hair as she looked at him and he almost swerved the car before he gained control again. “Lived in this city my entire life.”

“Perfect companion for me. So, where shall we eat for lunch?”

“There’s this little ice cream shop about fifteen minutes from here if you’d want?” A negative thought processed in his mind, an image of her licking ice cream from her fingers crossed his mind and he immediately followed her directions to the little boutique.

Soon enough, he pulled into a parking spot in front of the busy shop, despite there being mounds of snow on the ground. He climbed down from the truck and walked over to her side. Holding the door open for her, he held a hand out to her as she climbed down the ladder.

“What’s your favorite ice cream?” He asked, walking to open the door for him.

She thought for a minute. “If I’m feeling spunky, it’s butter pecan, but I really enjoy mint chocolate. What’s yours?”

“Strawberry,” he smiled as the pair waited in line. He glanced around the shop. Glass windows covered the front of the store. The decor was hideously brown and orange with mix matched red lamp shades hanging from the ceiling.

“The owners are eccentric,” she commented once she noticed him gazing over everything. “They have the most absurd taste in decor but the ice cream makes up for it.” She stepped up to the counter and ordered two small servings of ice cream. Once they’d received the bowls and Clark paid for them —he insisted—, the pair walked back to the car.

“Tell me about your home life,” she urged as they sat in the car. “Any siblings? Past relationships, anything. I wanna know more about you.”

“Getting straight to it, huh?” He chuckled as he placed his small bowl on the dashboard, licking his fingers before sitting back in his seat. “I’m an only child. I had several girlfriends, none of them worked out, clearly. My parents divorced when I graduated high school. I moved out not too long after. My favorite color is blue. What about you?”

Smiling, she put a spoonful into her mouth. As she began to speak, a small dribble of ice cream spilled into the corner of her mouth. Clark had to restrain himself from leaning over and brushing it away with his finger. “I’ve been in and out of foster care since I was nine. My parents were drug addicts. I almost had a baby brother until my mom self aborted him when she was four months pregnant. I’m single and young enough to still watch baby cartoon and not feel ashamed about it.”

“I’m sorry,” he scrunched his brows in concern. “I didn’t know you had a terrible childhood; it sounds horrible that you grew up in such a toxic household.”

She shrugged. “Years of therapy helped me deal with it. I’m over it now. My nightmares stopped a long time ago. Anyway,” she perked up, practically bouncing in the seat. As she did so, Clark couldn’t hardly keep his eyes away from her chest. He quickly looked away from her. “I think we should get back to school.”

She nodded and fixed herself in the seat before buckling her buckle again. She grabbed her ice cream off the dashboard and noticed he hardly touched his own serving. “You’re not going to eat?”

“No,” he smiled, starting the car. “There’s no time for that when I gotta focus on the road and not have an ice cold bowl of ice cream fall on my lap.”

“I could feed it to you while you drive,” she teased, playfully batting her eyelashes as she grabbed the cup.

A deep chuckle came from his chest as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. “Baby girl, don’t start something you can’t finish. You know it’s rude to offer a man food if you’re not willing to feed him.”

“Ah,” she winked, fixing her position on the seat “I thought you weren’t into younger girls.”

“I don’t date young girls,” he recited. “You’re not a young girl, you’re a young lady.”

“Have you ever thought about hooking up with a student?”

“A few times,” he winked as he watched her from the corner of his eye. She had one leg up on the seat, leaning against the door. If he shifted ever so slightly, he could see the color of her underwear from under her skirt through her tights. Another traffic light turned red and he leaned back in his seat, pulling up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. He knew she was watching his movements. “But to say I’ve actually done it,” he shrugged, flashing a brilliant smile in her direction. “That’s another secret.”

Before she could respond to his statement, they pulled back into the parking lot. He turned off his car and looked at her with a serious notion. “I want you to be comfortable around me, Kobalt. I don’t want you to feel like it’s necessary to hide anything from me. If you wish to remain my assistant for the year, all I ask is that you know you’re safe in my hands.”

With a brilliant smile, she laughed and nodded. “Make sure to keep me on my toes, Mister Clark.”

“What about on your knees instead?” He flashed a devilish smirk as the pair walked through the student parking lot and into the Entrance of the literary department. “Perfect view, honestly.”

“You’d like to see that, wouldn't you?” She hiked a brow as she stepped closer to whisper to him. They were in the midst of students milling about. She knew it wouldn’t seem appropriate if they’d been overheard. “You know it’s a good view, looking down on someone while you’re getting pleasure.”

“Have a lot of experience with that, do you?” He asked. They walked up a flight of stairs and through another set of doors before walking down another hallway. “You like to give or get pleasure?”

“I’ll give you a hint; I’m pleasing my parents by going into college when I didn’t want to be here in the first place. Well, my last foster parents.” She replied.

“Duly noted,” he pulled out his classroom keys just before they reached the room before turning back to her. “What are you doing after classes tomorrow? I might have some grades to process into the system, I figured you’d like to do the honors once I showed you the program.”

“I might as well just teach the class myself then, Mister Kent.”

“You’re more than welcome into my classroom any time you’d wish, Kobalt.” He smirked at her before he walked into the classroom and settled down, watching her walk away with a smile on her face through the window in the door.

<<ParT Three>>

#clark kent x reader #Henry cavill x reader #august walker x female reader #Superman au #caplan writes #my writing #reblogging for tags #dceu drabble

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snowgoldwaylon · 3 years

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You Call That Sneaky?? - Dimitri Belikov X Reader

Not all goes as planned when Y/N and Belikov fly the bird.

TW: Strong language, use of gunship/death.

"Belikov, we need covering fire!" is what you heard come through his comms attached to his collar. It was Adler, they were in a pretty tight place. You quickly pulled the missiles online and hit "launch sequence" on the AC-31 Gunship.

Belikov flipped some switches, pulled back on the yoke and held it steady. He looked back at you and gave the nod. You quickly got on the radios to let them know the danger.

"Y/N to Adler, danger close. I repeat danger close. AC-31 out!" You warned them.

You set off the first round of just bullets, and quickly switched to bursts of incendiary rounds.

"Shot out!" You called, hitting a direct target.

The place was practically crawling with enemies, and you needed to clear extraction to bring the team up. They originally came here to collect some potential information regarding Robert Aldrich.

You needed to take him out because he was leaking sensitive information to Perseus, and his trail went cold after Bell was able to crack his spy ring.

So, of course hotshot Adler loaded himself, Woods, and Mason up and hauled their cookies all the way to the Border of Colorado.

They snuck around, maintaining stealth. You and Belikov controlled the bird, and flew around for sweep and cover protection. But, as they snuck up on a meeting, it was all revealed.

Turns out, it was a set up. And it really pissed off Frank. It pissed him off so much, he ended up losing his temper, and reached for a conveniently well place grenade launcher.

To sum it up, Frank fucked up. Because now the three man dream team went up against well over 200 enemies. So, here you were. You layed multiple rounds out until slowly but surely all the white in the thermal sights faded.

"We are clear Belikov! We are heading to the Southeast ridge, hooking up there!" Mason said into the radio.

"We got you guys, don't even worry. Y/N here will keep you safe!" Belikov said, looking over at you and winking.

You felt yourself blush, and quickly turned back to the controls.

"Well, looks like Woods owes all of us a drink after this shit show. You are sleeping on the couch tonight!" Adler yelled.

"Hey fuck you, I'll sleep there with your mom!" Frank retorted.

Man, the conversations between them never got old. You loved the time spent with the team.

You and Belikov pulled the helicopter over the ridge, where the team was going to hook up. You got up from the cockpit, and readied three a long, safety rope with three hookup points for the boys.

You dropped it over and it fell. You watched as they all attached, and you hit the botton for the rope to start slowly retracting.

You made sure they got in one by one, for the safety of everyone. You went back up to the co pilot seat and strapped in.

"Belikov, we are clear! Boys, headphones on!" You shouted.

They all put the headphones on, and started to relax a little.

"Good job as my helper today, Y/N. Soon, you'll be able to fly by yourself. And when that day comes, you'll feel so full and accomplished you'll burst! And that'll be the day I take you out for party." Belikov said, flashing you a dazzling smile.

"Well thank you, Dimitri. And you better! We've talked about this since I first started flying!" You said, Watching the skys.

"Of course, anything for you. You are amazing in everyway possible." He winked at you.

You felt like you were in a daze, until you heard a familiar, yet worrying ding. You immediately sighed, knowing exactly what that ding met.

"Fuck, of course! Dimitri I thought you said you filled up before we left!" You said.

Belikov shot you a "oh shit I completely forgot face" and shrugged.

"The beauty of Adler's face had me distracted. I must have forgotten." He said.

"Finally, someone that appreciates this handsome face." Adler mumbled to himself.

"Well, what now? We'll never make it past the summit if we don't fuel up!" Mason cried.

You turned, looking back at them.

"What happens now, is either Dimitri or I have to go outside and hang off the ledge. While doing that, one of us will have to quickly connect the emergency fuel so it can atleast get us back to a drop zone." You spoke calmly, turning to him.

"But, since Belikov did it last time, it's my turn. I will go do this real quick, prepare for a stop at a fueling station. It looks like I'm reading one about 20 clicks North." You said, slipping on gear.

"Y/N, are you sure about this? I can do it while you fly, come now. Don't be stupid, nyet!" Belikov said.

You looked back, and gave him a thumbs up.

"No, I can do it. It's only fair, don't worry I got this. It'll be quick and easy!" You said, slipping an emergency parachute on just in case.

Adler, Woods, and Mason all watched as you geared up, stepping towards the opening of the heli.

"Y/N, your fuckin' nuts. Do you need any help?" Woods questioned.

You looked back at him, and nodded yes. He got up and came over to you.

"I need you to hold onto my feet until I tell you to let go. I need to start off with a good grip, or else I'll go splat." You said.

He nodded, and you went prone. You hung halfway out, and grabbed onto the support handles. Woods grabbed your feet and secured you.

You clipped your belt to the safety clamp and gave Woods a 'hold steady' hand signal. But, to him it apparently looked like a thumbs up. So, out of routine, he carefully let your feet go.

Immediately, the strong winds pulled your body out of the side, and left you hanging by your harness. The wind whipped and slashed at your skin like tiny, ice cold daggers as you desperately tried to reach for the handles.

Everyone on board started freaking out. Belikov went to make an emergency landing, but there were too many trees. He looked and looked for the best spot possible, and finally spotted a clearing.

You were screaming, yelling and crying. You felt the harness behind to tick and tear. It was going to bust at the seams at any moment, and you were still in the air.

You hung from the clip in the middle of your chest, trying to use your feet to kick back to the side.

Adler was trying to reach you with his arm, but it wasn't happening. You were just out of reach by a few feet. You were out of options.

"Y/N!!! Hang on, we almost have you!!" Mason shouted, quickly throwing together a rope to secure you with.

"What the hell did you do idyot?? I can't land, we are right over Soviet territory!" Belikov wretched out.

He dropped lower to land, but not fast enough. By time he dropped almost enough, is when your harness finally tore straight in half. The clip broke from the force, and you dropped straight down, backwards.

You screamed as you felt the force of the fall practically crush you. You were able to turn to your stomach, and quickly reach for the string used for the parachute.

You fumbled to find out, but when you did you yanked. Relief swept over you when it deployed, and slowly descended down to a platform.

"Her chute deployed, but it's heading straight to the middle of that warehouse it looks like!" Mason yelled.

Belikov channeled your radio, worry racing through him.

"Y/N? Y/N can you hear this? If so, I landed just a few clicks West of you. This is heavily guarded compound!" Belikov spoke into it.

You landed with a thud, and you quickly switched it on, ripping off the vest. You quickly took cover behind a fallen log, looking all around at your surroundings.

"I can see, and that little stunt just sent out a whole fucking search party. They have dogs, please tell me you have a plan." You said, finally throwing the vest to the ground.

Adler came on the radio next.

"Y/N, the best thing for you to do is to try and sneak around to the West side of the compound. We are going to push to you so you'll be safe. Do NOT draw any attention to you. Meet me at the blue warehouse." Was what he said.

"Blue warehouse, got it." Was all you said, clicking it off. You reached for a sharp looking rock you found on the ground, and got up to slowly look around.

You determined the best path to the warehouse, and set off. You were hurt, scared, and shaking. You could feel the adrenaline move through your body, and you almost couldn't think.

You weren't mad at Woods, you knew it was an accident. But right now.....All you wanted was to be in the arms of Dimitri Belikov. You decided now, after you got back to the heli you were going to say how you felt.

You were ready, and nearly dying really helped you decide. You just hoped he felt the same way.

Meanwhile, back with Belikov he was ready to kill. He assembled his trusty AK-47 and was ready to full send it to you. His heart was in a panic, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

"Belikov, Y/N is going to be just find. Adler will go get her, and then you'll get us home. Everything will work out, I promise." Mason said, trying to get Belikov to calm down.

Belikov looked to Mason with tears in his eyes. He couldn't stand the though of you out there, alone with no weapon. But knowing you, he knew you found something. That's what he loved about you, and many other things.

"I know, but she is worth a lot to me. I love her." Belikov sobbed.

Mason picked up on his distress, and he opened his arms for Belikov.

Belikov accepted the hug, and Mason patted his back.

"This will be over in a few minutes. Adler and Y/N will be back in no time, I promise." Was what Mason said.

Meanwhile, Frank fueled up the heli. The plan was to pick you up, and book it back home. Nobody wanted to be here more than they had to be.

Back with you, you approached a small fire. Around the fire was a few enemies, asleep. One was in a chair, the other on the ground, and the last against a barrell, hat pulled over his eyes.

You went to step around the group and take a right, but you smacked right into the frame of an old truck. This ended up setting off the panic alarm. You dove behind another old car and held still, as you heard them all shoot up from slumber.

You heard guns cock, and your heart sank. You swallowed hard, and leaned your head back against a car, looking up. They all started looking around, you heard the footsteps.

You fully accepted that you were doing to die. How the hell were you supposed to fight four people off with a sharp rock, while they had full automatic weapons.

You felt no hope, until you saw familiar sunglasses. Adler sat up on the ridge above you, waving you to follow him. Your eyes went wide, but you moved when he signaled.

That was, until you ran right into a person. You looked up at him, and he began to yell in Russian. He pulled his gun on you, but you tackled him quickly. You subdued him somehow, and grabbed his AK.

But you and Adler both spotted a flare in the distance. The screaming of the base alarm system filled your ears.

"Y/N, let's go! Just run, we are right up here!" Adler yelled, taking your hand.

You both sprinted full speed up the ridge side, with the entire army base on your heels. Adler radioed in, and finally you saw the heli in the distance.

"Be ready to go! We have the entire base on our ass, we're about 100 feet from you!" Is what Adler shouted.

You heard the blades begin to spin, it was ready to go. You both gave it all you had ad bullets zipped and flew past your head at incredible speed.

You came to the last few steps, and booked it. You both dove into the side, and Mason slammed it closed. The helicopter took off at full speeds, while bullets hit the side, making a panging sound.

You huffed and puffed on the ground, completely spread out. You suddenly felt arms around you, and a head in your neck.

It was Belikov, you recognized his smell from anywhere. You looked at him, lifting his face. You gave him a big smile and wiped his tears away.

"Hey its alright, I'm here. I'm safe, thanks to Doc." You chuckled.

Belikov took your face in his hands, and tucked your stray hair away.

"I thought I lost you. Y/N, I love you. I realized that tonight, after thinking you were dead. I always have, and will." He said, a tear falling from his eye.

You choked up, and rested your forehead against his. Your hand stroked his face, as you leaned in.

"And the same as I, Dimitri. Now, kissing me you fool." You said with a laugh.

You locked lips. It felt like fireworks and sparklers went off in your brain. It was everything you ever wanted.

After pulling away from the kiss, Belikov pulled you to his chest, and held you there all the way back. He looked down at you, and lost it laughing.

"What's so funny huh?" You questioned.

"No offense Y/N but, you call that sneaky? Tripping right into an enemy?"

#black ops cold war #cold war #dimitri belikov #cod belikov #belikov x reader #frank woods #russell adler #alex mason #one shot

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years

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Different but the Same (pt. 6)

tw: A few swears

Word count: ~4.5k

Rating: R18+/M

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

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ch 6: courting

A tapping distracted her as she flicked through the pages of her textbook. A soft bite to her bottom lip before an exaggerated groan left her lips. “This is so boring,” she pouted, glancing up. Iwaizumi was across the table from her, his fingers drumming on the table as he focused on his own homework. His eyes flicked up before they went back to scanning the problems.

“It’d be less boring if you focused on your actual work instead of looking at me.”

“You’re annoying.”

“You’re just annoyed that I can focus when I study with you, and you can’t.” He brought his cup of tea to his lips, taking a sip. “That or the fact that you didn’t do your homework yesterday when I told you to so now you’re annoyed that you can’t go out.” He flipped a page.

She grunted, rolling her eyes. He was right. The previous day, she’d insisted on cuddling all day so they’d sat on the sofa watching movies. This morning, she’d woken up to a barrage of texts from Oikawa and the rest of the third-years inviting them out for a day at the mall but Iwaizumi refused because they had homework to catch up on. “It’s not my fault that I wanted to spend time with just you.” He ignored her, scribbling down the math to the chemistry problem. Trying to focus, she leaned her face closer to the text, using her hands to prop her head up. Her eyes shifted once more so that she could survey the brooding ace. The glow of the afternoon sun outside illuminated his natural beauty, from his chiseled cheeks to the light in his eyes. Her mind drifted to their first study session.

It had been their third-year of middle school. They were in the process of studying for their high-school entrance exams. Well, Iwaizumi was. She was studying to pass her final exams.

He shifted his weight uncomfortably, a soft pink tinge blossoming in his cheeks. “Hey, do you wanna study with me later today?” She and Oikawa were standing by her locker, chatting about classwork when Iwaizumi had approached them. Brown eyes avoided looking directly at her while he waited for her response.

She turned, a dazzling smile filling her face. “Sure! Where did you want to go?” A tug as she adjusted the shoulder strap on her backpack. He fiddled with the zipper on his jacket.

“How about that new cafe down the street?”

“Sounds perfect. See you later Oikawa-san!” The setter let out squawks of protest, complaining about being ditched as Iwaizumi offered his hand to the Omega. The pink hint dusting her cheeks darkened to red as she put her hand in his. Giggles slipped from her lips as he pulled her away, ordering his best friend to not follow them. Oikawa’s curses and loud whines faded behind them as Iwaizumi led her out the gates of their junior high.

Iwaizumi let out a sigh of relief as they slowed down their pace. “I thought I’d never get rid of him.”

“You can’t say that,” she chided as she nudged him. “He’s your best friend after all!”

Iwaizumi snorted. “More like I’m the idiot who got stuck with him.” His eyes fell on their intertwined fingers, red roses blooming in the apples of his cheeks as he quickly averted his eyes again. In the corner of his eyes, he could see her soft smile. “I’m really glad you were at that game.” He muttered under his breath.

“Me too.” Iwaizumi jolted, unaware that she had caught his comment. She was like a beam of sunshine, it was hard to be upset or to feel negative emotions when you were around her. “I can’t believe we never ran into each other sooner, especially since we’ve been at the same school this whole time.” The bell chimed as they entered the cafe. Iwaizumi’s head swung around, spying an empty table by the windows. He let go of her hand, placing it on the small of her back to guide her to the table.

“Get comfortable,” he ordered before he let his voice soften. “What do you want to drink?”

She hummed as she tapped her chin. “Do you mind getting me a green tea?”

“Anything for you princess.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, practically falling over his own feet as he escaped towards the counter. Her cheeks glowed as her fingers brushed against the warm spot he had just touched. She couldn’t resist the giggles that overtook her as she sat down and got comfortable. A few minutes later, Iwaizumi came back with two cups of tea. She spied the red glow of his ears as he cleared his throat, placing the cups down beside her book.

“Thank you, Iwaizumi!”

He sat down in front of her, taking a sip of his tea to calm his nerves. “Y’know...since we’re mates or whatever...you can just call me Hajime.” Her tongue burned as she accidentally took too big of a sip, eyes watering at the pain. “Oi, that’s hot dumbass!” He scolded, taking the cup away from her as he pulled his water bottle out and handed it to her.

As she drank the cooling liquid, she sent him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting that.” She swallowed as shyness overcame her nerves. “You can call me (Name).” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but he caught every word. With a grin, he pulled out an entrance exam booklet.

Twenty minutes or so had passed when she decided she needed a break. Standing up, she stretched. “Where are you going?” Iwaizumi looked up from his booklet, eyebrows furrowing at her sudden movement.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to go to the restroom.” Her smile blinded him as he slowly nodded, watching her back as she walked away. As she finished her business and finished washing her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. “I can’t believe I’m here right now.” She squealed as she hugged herself.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she took her seat back in front of Iwaizumi, flashing him another smile. “Here you go!” Her attention was caught as a waiter delicately placed a slice of [favorite cake] in between them. “Enjoy!”

“Hajime?” She turned to look quizzically at her mate.

His cheeks darkened as he looked out the window. “I figured I would treat you since this is our first date or whatever.”

He was startled when soft lips pressed against his cheek. “Thank you!” She squealed, practically bouncing in excitement. A glitter of gold caught the light, causing her to pause. Her heart fluttered. “Is this..?”

He carefully watched her, his heart freezing. “Well, I know I’m your bond-mate, but I figured we’d make it officially, y’know?” His cheeks burned.

“Oh Haji, it’s so beautiful,” she beamed. “Can you put it on for me?”

She pulled her hair to the side as he stood up, making his way to her side as he placed the necklace on for her. Her fingers brushed the pendant as she looked down at it fondly. “I hope you like it.” His eyes glowed as he inhaled her warm strawberry scent.

“I do, I love it.” Her thumb rubbed the pendant. “I’m definitely the luckiest girl in the world, aren’t I?” Her eyes sparkled, meeting his as she took a bite of her pastry. She let out another squeal, bouncing in her seat.

As Iwaizumi watched her take another bite of the pastry, he chewed on his cheek. ‘I think I’m the lucky one here,’ he thought to himself as she offered a forkful to him. Carefully eating it, Iwaizumi silently nodded to himself. He was definitely the lucky one.

The memory faded as Iwaizumi let out a deep sigh. A ball of paper bounced off her forehead causing her to squeal indignantly. “Stop getting distracted. You go to Shiratorizawa, shouldn’t you be a better student?”

“Asshole,” she grumbled. Iwaizumi flicked her, causing her to yelp and protest loudly.

He stood up, making his way past her into the kitchen to refill their mugs. Her mate placed a fond kiss over the red blemish he had left. “I love you.”

“Love you too!” She replied. “Though I wish you weren’t such a hard-ass,” she muttered under her breath.

“Haaaah?”

“Nothing baby!”

****

“I don’t know why I feel this way.” Ushijima laid in his dorm bed, head propped up by his pillow as he stared at the bed above him.

Tendou glanced over, spinning his chair. “Feel what way, Wakatoshi?”

Ushijima hesitated, brows furrowed. “I...I feel different when I’m around (Name). Almost like I always want to be around her, but when I’m around her, I still don’t feel complete.” He sighed, not looking, knowing that Tendou’s brows had furrowed in that mocking way it does.

Tendou tapped on his chin. “Do you like her?”

Ushijima glanced over at the red-head. “Like her? She does a good job of being our manager, I don’t have a reason to dislike her.”

Tendou cackled, “Not like that Wakatoshi! Do you see her in a romantic sense perhaps?” His eyes narrowed playfully, a smirk sliding across his face.

“A romantic sense?” Ushijima thought about it before shaking his head. “I don’t think so. Besides, she already has a mate.” A flicker of pain shot through his heart as his Alpha snarled Vermillion eyes widened at the sudden noise.

“Your Alpha seems to disagree.” He commented, leaning back and spinning the chair as he thought. “What happened during your tryst at the game?”

A sigh escaped Ushijima, he didn’t really want to go into details. If he was being honest, he was still embarrassed that he’d so easily lost control. “Nothing really,” he replied. “I was walking to get a water refill when the sweetest scent distracted me. I took her into some locker room to help her through her heat.” He sat passively, recalling some of the words that had left him. Lowering his voice, he added shamefully, “My alpha told her to be mine.” His cheeks felt warm at the admission.

Tendou looked down at his captain. “That’s probably why you feel this way, your alpha already recognises her as your Omega and that’s why you feel so conflicted.” He shrugged.

“But she already has a mate.”

“Guessing your Alpha doesn’t really care about that~!” Tendou teased before his smirk dropped, growing serious. “Have you talked to her since it happened?”

Ushijima remained silent a moment longer before sighing again. “I apologized to her for my actions and asked her to be our manager. Since then, we haven’t approached the subject.”

“Do you know how she feels about it?” Ushijima shook his head. “Maybe she also feels some type of way towards you, but feels confused because she feels an obligation to her mate.” A growl tore from Ushijima’s lips, causing both boys to freeze. “Ushijima.” Tendou adopted a firm voice now, channeling a bit of the Alpha voice he rarely used. “Like it or not, she’s already accepted courtship with another alpha. You either have to let this Omega go, or somehow win her affections.” He looked at the ceiling, “Besides, aren’t Omegas allowed to have two Alphas?”

“You’re right Tendou.” With that, he stood up. “I’m going to go for a run.”

“It’s nearly curfew!” Tendou cried, as the door snapped shut behind the Apex Alpha.

His feet slammed against the ground, his arms at his sides. Energy pulsed through him, and he pushed himself. Harder. Faster. Better. Ushijima hadn’t been entirely honest with Tendou. The reason that he had followed the strawberry scent was because it was one he had met many years ago. Flashes of images swarmed his mind as he let it wander.

It was after his final tournament in middle school. The strawberry scent had wafted out throughout the game, but right when he was receiving his Best Spiker Award, it consumed him. Olive eyes glowed as it scanned the audience, subtly taking in big sniffs as he tried to locate it. But somehow the scent had disappeared. “Ushijima! Let’s go to the locker room.” His team-mate shook him out of his reverie. It was just a scent, he thought to himself. Making his way back to the locker-room, he froze. The scent was potent here. He couldn’t stop himself, he followed the scent down the hall and was about to head through the open doors at the end of the hall when a firm hand gripped his shoulder.

“Ushijima! You did an excellent job. You’ll do fine things at Shiratorizawa Academy.” He turned, greeting his coach.

“Thank you, Coach.”

“Come on, the bus is ready, we’re about to head out.” With his coach’s hand on his shoulders guiding him, he left the delicious scent behind, promising to find it next time.

The memory faded to black and he silently cursed himself. If only he had been more persistent, if only he had found the source, he could’ve been the one holding her in his arms. The alpha had originally thought that he was going crazy when he scented her again. At every single game he’s been at, he would subconsciously always check the air to see if she was there to no avail. This time, there was nothing to stop him from finding it. It hadn’t been difficult, since she was literally in the middle of the bustling hallway.

He froze in his tracks, gulping. The source of the scent was more intoxicating than he could have imagined. She was definitely the most attractive person he had ever met, and the scent. His mouth watered at it; he couldn’t remember anything smelling as sweet. Just by this single whiff, he was addicted. If he could replace oxygen with it, he would. Another gulp as he steeled his nerves. As he got closer, he realized why it had been exceptionally sweeter. She was in heat.

His hand made contact, and he almost shivered at the feeling of her soft flesh under his calloused fingers. A burning feeling coursed through his veins, electricity shooting up his body. He knew immediately that he couldn’t let her escape again, but his team briefly crossed his mind. If he had found her intoxicating, then so would others. She would serve as a distraction. For the good of his team, he had to take care of this heat now. Or at least, that’s what he used to justify what he did. Secretly, he just wanted to hide the Omega away from the world. She was his, after all. Ushijima swung his head around, olive eyes narrowing at the other males. A few other Alphas were tentatively approaching her, but they backed away when they saw him hovering behind her. Ushijima knew he needed to take her away now so that nobody else would have her.

When the door of the restroom had slammed open and he was greeted with the bitter pine scent, Ushijima had to fight his straining Alpha. He had initially noticed the lingering pine scent masked under strawberry, but had ignored it - assuming that it was from casual brushes with a friend. Now, he could see that the Omega already had an Alpha. With great reluctance, he left, pausing only to whisper, “Better keep a closer eye on your plaything, Iwaizumi. Otherwise someone will snap her up.” Silently he added, The moment you are gone, I will reclaim my Omega. Giving her one last nod, Ushijima stepped out into the hall.

“Wakatoshi-kun, there you are!”

“Hello, Tendou.”

“Jeez, you reek of Omega, what happened?” Tendou pestered as they walked back to the court.

“I was helping an Omega.”

“Before our match?” Tendou made a scandalized noise as they re-entered the court before he started cackling. “You sly dog!”

“Ushijima-kun, get warmed up now!” Washijo scowled. “Don’t disappear during tournaments, you know better.”

“My apologies, Coach.” Olive eyes wandered to the other court, catching a glimpse of the teal-and-white players escorting her. As he went through his warm-ups, he watched the Seijoh pack greet her, recoiling slightly when Iwaizumi snapped at them. She was bundled up in an oversized Seijoh jacket, and was quickly ushered to the coaches’ bench. Her dazzling smile peeked up over the collar, exposing a black choker. It sparked a mixture of happiness and irritation in him. Happy that she was happy, and irritated that he wasn’t the cause of her happiness. A whistle distracted him as their warm-ups ended. He got in line, forcing his attention away from the Omega.

Ushijima stopped at the beginning of the tracks, having finished his run. Heavy pants filled the air, but still he itched to run. He itched to escape from everything, from his responsibilities, from the reality that she was taken already. But he pulled out his phone, drafting a text.

Ushijima: (L. Name) if you are not busy, can you accompany me to the mall tomorrow? Coach Washijo asked me to buy replacement volleyball gear.

Of course, it was a valid reason, but he just needed to see her soon. Needed to spend time with her. To be in her presence.

His phone vibrated. She was quick to respond.

(L.Name, Name): Sure thing Ushijima-san. Are you free after 4 PM? I know we don’t have practice, but I have a group assignment I need to work on after class.

Ushijima: That’s fine. Thank you. I will meet you at the gates at 4 PM.

His grip on his phone tightened. He still didn’t really know why her scent was so enticing to him, or why he constantly craved her touch and presence, but he wasn’t going to lose his chance.

****

The next day, he was greeted with the sight of the lovely Omega standing by the entrance. “Hey, Ushijima-san!” She waved, his heart skipping a beat as he took in her outfit. She had changed out of her uniform and was wearing a (favorite color) blouse paired with leggings.

“You look lovely, (L. Name).”

“Thanks! You don’t look too bad yourself.” They started walking towards the bus stop. He glanced down at his outfit. Compared to her, he felt messy. He was just wearing some branded jogging pants and a fitted black long-sleeve shirt. Ushijima banished the thought from his mind. It didn’t matter what he was wearing as long as he was being true to himself. “What did we need to pick up?” Her foot tapped as she waited for the bus to arrive.

“The coaches asked me to pick up some new towels and balls. I was also planning on looking for personal volleyball equipment as well. Did you have anything that you needed to purchase?” Her hair swayed as she shook her head. The all-too familiar strawberry scent was wafted up to him by the action.

“I don’t think so. If anything, I need to go grocery shopping before I head home.”

“I can go with you for that.” The bus arrived as they stepped in. She waved a hand at him as she looked for an empty seat. There was only one at the very back. His hand found purchase on her lower back as he guided her to the seat, gently pushing her down. Opening her mouth to protest, he held a hand up. “I can stand, don’t worry.”

She crossed her arms but nodded. “You don’t have to go grocery shopping with me, Ushijima-san. There’s a market right by my apartment anyways.”

“I don’t mind.” The rest of the bus trip remained in silence as she looked out the window. Ushijima found himself observing her face. The afternoon sun bounced off her (h/c) hair in a way that made it seem (lighter/darker) than it actually was. Her eyes sparkled in the light.

“Alright, where to?” (Name) asked as they stepped off the bus, hands on her hips as she surveyed the mall.

“I’ll need to visit the sports store for the volleyball stuff.” They walked in together, his hands barely brushing against her cardigan.

“Oh, do you mind if I stop in here?” She halted outside of an edgy looking store. There were signs plastered outside proclaiming their deals in bright yellow and red ink.

Ushijima nodded. “I’ll go with you.” They stepped in together, and he was surprised by the darkness of the store. The external brick-wall facade matched the interior, with all it’s interesting products. He saw a display for one of the animes that Tendou was particularly fond of, stepping towards it to survey all the merchandise.

“I didn’t know you liked My Hero, Ushijima-san.” (Name) returned, a black bag in hand as she tucked her wallet back into her purse.

“I am not, but Tendou is.” He followed her outside the store. “What did you buy?”

“Huh?” She glanced up at him. “Oh! They had some vintage-style limited edition Godzilla merchandise, so I bought some for Hajime.” Her scent brightened, hiding the hint of bitterness in his own.

“I see.”

Was that what it was like to have a mate? To be surprised with gifts randomly? His grandmother had always told him that Alphas were to spoil their Omegas, so he was surprised that (Name) was purchasing something for Iwaizumi.

They stepped into the sports store, with the Omega following Ushijima’s lead as he made a bee-line for the volleyball section. He browsed their selection of volleyballs, testing them before selecting a few to place into his basket. Ushijima turned, opening his mouth to speak to (Name) only to find her missing. “(L. Name)?” He sniffed the air aggressively in an attempt to locate her.

“Over here, Ushijima-san!” She waved at him as she shifted through the clothing section.

“What are you looking for?” Ushijima hovered behind her for a moment before shifting to browse through an adjacent rack, picking a few pairs of shorts.

“I was hoping to get more workout clothes!” She grinned. “I wanted something with more coverage yet breathable, just in case the other teams we play were similar to Kirishima-san’s team.” His nostrils flared at the mention of the other Alpha, lip curling in distaste.

“I will make sure to protect you if that is the case.”

“I’m sure you will,” she shot him a warm smile. “But I think it’d probably be in my best interest anyways. Better safe than sorry, right?” She picked out a few dry-fit shirts and leggings, throwing them over her arm. “Have you got everything?”

“One moment please.” Ushijima stopped at the shoes, snagging a box of shoes. “I am ready now.”

“Let’s check-out then.” He led the way once more, pausing when her footsteps stopped behind him. She was bent over a display, looking at the products. With an awkward smile, she said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get distracted again.”

He came to stand behind her, looking down. “Why are you looking at watches?”

“I broke mine the other week, and it’s getting annoying being almost late for things.” She picked one up, examining it before placing it back down. “Ah well, I’ll just ask my parents for a new one.”

“Is that the one you like?”

She raised an eyebrow as Ushijima picked up the one she had just placed down. “Why?”

“Is it?”

“I mean, it’s probably what I’d end up getting, yes.”

“Alright.”

“Wait!” Ushijima started walking back towards the cashier. “What are you doing?” She tugged on his arm.

Olive eyes looked down at her before gently pulling his arm away. “I am purchasing the watch for you.” He placed the watch and his own purchases on the counter. “Can I have these rung separately? The volleyballs will go under the Shiratorizawa account.” Her jaw dropped, spluttering as Ushijima and the cashier ignored her.

“Hello again, Ushijima-kun!” The cashier greeted. Ushijima had been a regular in the store ever since middle-school. “How’s practice going for the pack?”

“Good. We’ll be going for the Interhigh nationals soon.”

“That’s good to hear!” He pressed some buttons. Ushijima pulled out some bills, paying the cashier and taking the bags.

(Name) quickly paid for her stuff, a pair of knee-pads slipped amongst her stuff. Ushijima eyed it, but didn’t comment. “You didn’t have to do that, Ushijima-san!” She cursed as they stepped outside. He stopped abruptly and the Omega crashed into his back. “Sorry!” She squeaked, hands flying up to steady herself against him.

Ushijima turned back to her, the watch in hand. “Will you accept this gift?” He firmly - but gently - grasped her hand, pulling it towards him as he placed it into her hand.

“Ushijima-san, that was expensive, you didn’t have to get it for me.”

“I’ve already bought it. Will you accept it?”

She pouted before giving him a small nod. “Thank you, Ushijima-san.”

His Alpha preened at his Omega’s acceptance of the courting gift. (Name) slipped the watch on, adjusting it to match her phone. “It’s getting late, I’ll escort you home then.”

“We can just go to the station by Shiratorizawa,” she replied. “I’ll be fine walking home.”

“Is that the closest station to your home?” They stood at the bus station, waiting patiently.

“ No, but I’d have to take a different bus and I’d rather take this one with you.” His brow furrowed.

“I said I’ll go with you grocery shopping.”

“And I said that wasn’t necessary.” She stepped out a bit, looking at the bus that was arriving. “Now c’mon, let’s get on the bus!” Before he could say another word, she had already hauled herself into the bus. Ushijima sighed, of course she was stubborn. Boarding, his Alpha paced in excitement. He could already tell courting would be interesting.

****

“Hey babe?”

“Hmm?” A warm finger drew small circles on her hip. He hesitated, shaking his head. “What’s up Haji?”

Iwaizumi just chuckled, squeezing her waist. “Nothing.”

“You sure?” (Name) moved to sit up from her lying position only for Iwaizumi’s arms to tighten around her. She tilted her face up, soft doe-eyes blinking up at her mate. “It doesn’t sound like nothing.”

Iwaizumi swallowed. How was he supposed to tell his mate that he was worried? That he had caught the lingering scents of Ushijima clinging to her the other day? That he missed her presence at his practices? “Just...” More hesitation. “Just wanted to ask if you wanted to hangout with the pack tomorrow,” he finished lamely, swallowing away his misgivings.

The Omega hummed, eyes carefully scrutinizing him. “Sure,” she nodded slowly. “You know I'm always down to hangout with you all.” (Name) maneuvered herself so that she straddled him. His hands landed on her hips softly as he peered up at her. The Omega looked beautiful, even when she was wearing one of his old t-shirts that somehow still managed to dwarf her. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his. “I love you,” she whispered, pulling back slightly. He cupped her cheek, a hand sliding up her back as he captured her lips with his. Iwaizumi held her close, hoping that his actions would speak for him.

I love you too.

Fun facts:

💟 (Name) actually hates studying and school, and was genuinely surprised when she got good enough grades to get into Shiratorizawa and to stay in it

💟 The Seijoh pack rarely gives them time alone, so (Name) sometimes has fight them for Iwaizumi’s attention and vice versa

💟 Oikawa was banned from most of their study sessions because he would often get bored and distract them both. (Name) would encourage this, and they would both end up being scolded by Iwaizumi

💟 Even though they were mates, Iwaizumi had spent all day giving himself a prep talk in order to ask her out

💟 (Name) and OIkawa had gone to the same pre-school, but lost contact with one another when she went to a different elementary school

💟 Ushijima thought that he was sick and had gone to the nurse before speaking with Tendou

💟 Every week, Tendou would try to get Ushijima to watch My Hero with him and would even read him scenes from the manga to get him interested to no avail

💟 Ushijima panicked for a few seconds when he couldn’t find (Name) and would have torn the store apart if she didn’t respond to him

💟 Ushijima had tried to get Kirishima’s team banned from playing with Shiratorizawa, but when Coach Washijo heard why, his request was denied. Since then, Ushijima decided that (Name) would not be allowed at practice matches in general

💟 The knee-pads (Name) bought were actually for her. Iwaizumi doesn’t let her play with them unless she has them on

💟 The Seijoh pack was actually scared of losing her and were less energetic whenever (Name) wasn’t around - though they’d never tell her out of fear that she’d feel guilty. The only thing that would cheer them up would be when Iwaizumi brought them her food

AN: I hope you enjoy this chapter and these small tidbits of fun facts! I’ve accidentally extended the story by a few chapters because I can’t bear the idea of letting them go so easily. I’m also entertaining the idea of special ‘bonus’ fluff scenes for when the story concludes or potentially even a prequel story of (Name) and Iwaizumi’s story up until their third year. Please let me know what you think!

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unabashegirl · 4 years

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Could you do one where reader and David grew up together and are now together and there doing a mukbang with Josh and he asks them questions??

MUKBANG

Author’s note: I can! Sorry, it took so long! I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think!

masterlist

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“Holy shit. This is a shit ton of food” David chuckles as he moves toward the table where Josh has begun setting out the different dishes that he had picked up. Josh had arrived only ten minutes ago. David was just ending a conference call about an upcoming show when he strolled in with the numerous, brown paper bags from Chick-Fil-A.

“I just couldn’t hold myself back. This video will be legendary” People have been begging for this particular video since Josh’s first upload and the time was just right. Everything had fallen into place with the announcement of the couple’s engagement.

“It smells ready good,” He glances at the different boxes as he settles on one of the stools. “Did you get any drinks?”.

“I did. I got us milkshakes and a soda. You know — just in case” Josh shrugs as he throws the bag on the floor beside the table. “Now— where is your queen?” David chuckles as he looks down at his phone.

“She should be about to —” Her sudden appearance interrupts his words. They watch Y/N make an entrance from the viewfinder. She takes her sunglasses off her head, tosses them in the purse, and plops her purse on the bench by the entrance of the house.

“Hi, guys! I am sorry I am late” She bends down to slip out of her high heels.

“There she is! Please look at her! How do you manage to look so majestic every day?” Josh compliments her, turning his head to get a full view of her attire. She wears a white suit, with an oversized jacket and a grey spaghetti strap crop top under. At a simple glance, she doesn’t look like the fiance of famous Youtuber star — David Dobrik. She looks sharp, professional, elegant. The type of woman that only dates billionaires and travels to Paris on the weekends just to shop.

As David gawks at Y/N through the viewfinder, he thanks the universe for putting her on his path. After three years, she still manages to knock the air out of him with a simple look. He even gets butterflies in his stomach to this day and he hopes it never changes.

“It’s my job” Y/N works in the high fashion industry, rubbing elbows with fashion icons like Olivier Rousteing, Virgil Abloh, Donatella, and many more. “Do I have time to change?” She wraps her arms around Josh and gives him a warm squeeze.

“Why? You look great!” Josh argues as he hugs her back while facing the camera.

“White suits and greasy food don’t mix” Y/N explains as she bends over and kisses David’s cheek. “Hi, babe” David clasps her hands as they slip down his shoulders and onto his upper chest. He turns around on his chair to face her, wanting to get a good look of her.

“How was your day?” He asks after he has pulled her down to a quick kiss. His thumbs gently stroke the front of her hands. His fingers run across the oval diamond-cut engagement ring that he has given her recently. A smile grows on his face as memories from that night swamp his mind.

“Busy. Let me go change. I won’t take long” She reassures the boys before ripping herself away from David and running back to change into a comfier outfit.

“How does it feel to be engaged?” David and Y/N had announced it to the public only a few days ago. Their social media platforms had exploded with speculation, opinions, and excitement. People had already started making assumptions about the date and the location of the wedding.

“It’s nice. It’s exciting. Well, you know” Josh nods as he remembers when he had just popped the question to Paige. Before Josh can add anything else to the conversation, Y/N quietly walks back into the living room, wearing a sweater that David can recognize as his and some biker shorts.

“The future Mrs. Dobrik, guys” Y/N’s cheeks flush as she jokingly bows and Josh claps loudly. She takes the vacant seat between the two men.

“Chick- Fil- A” She gasps at the sight of the mouth-watering food. “Great choice, Josh” Y/N says so, gently patting his shoulder.

“A little birdy told me it is your favorite” Josh winks at David as he starts opening the little boxes. “Now—I have a bunch of questions for you two while we eat this meal”

“Okay,” David nods as he doesn’t waste any time in digging in.

“You guys met back in high school right? Tell us about that” Y/N is in the middle of dipping her first nugget into a sauce whilst David has already taken three bites out his sandwich. “Y/N, I got you a vanilla milkshake”

“Thank you” She beams, reaching out for the cup.

“Y/N hated me in high school” David blurts seconds later.

“Babe!” She gasps, playfully slapping his chest. “That is not true and you know that!” David laughs lightly, his hand casually slipping under the table, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze.

“We met during our junior year of high school. Natalie introduced her to us” Y/N spent her days studying and taking part in extracurricular activities that mattered. Meanwhile, David spent his time fooling around with his friends.

“Oh, so Natalie was sort of your matchmaker?”

“Yeah. She wouldn’t have spoken to me otherwise” Y/N pouts at David, “and I don’t mean it in a bad way” He rectifies, “She was just really focused on her school work. She was way more mature than I was. Although I had a huge crush on her”

“That’s sweet” Y/N pecks his cheek making his face flareup. “We grew close, up until senior year when I went off to college”

“I moved here and we sadly drifted apart” David even asked Y/N to move to California with him, and for a second she had considered it. That was until her parents found out about her plans and threaten to stop talking to her if she didn’t attend college.

“At least everything worked out at the end. David, when did you know that Y/N was the one?” David wipes the corners of his mouth, finishing to chew down his food, taking the time to answer.

“This is going to sound corny, but for me, it was when we ran into reach other after so long” David had traveled to New York for work and had run into Y/N. She had just started working and was fresh out of college.

“That makes sense. It was kind of a meant to be sorta thing” David nods along as he steals Y/N’s milkshake. “How about you Y/N?” Josh settles down his phone on the table after scrolling through his last Youtube video where people had asked questions for them.

“We had started calling and texting each other almost every day. I got sick while I was in New York. I just felt like there was something seriously wrong with my health and I had no one around. I called him that night and told him I was considering going to the hospital. He took the next flight out and took care of me” She would never forget the feeling of relief and instant comfort he brought her the moment he turned up on her doorstep. She ended up having pneumonia and was confined to her apartment for almost three weeks. Having David around made it much more bearable.

“Why haven’t we heard this story before?” Josh questions, he had known about them casually running into one another in New York, but never about this. “it’s so romantic” he giggles.

“I don’t know” Y/N smiles. She can only guess why David hasn’t told the boys. It made him seem like a big softy. “I am so full” Y/N pats her tummy as her shorts had started feeling tighter.

“Amateur,” Josh says to the camera with a smile.

“ She is tiny. What do you expect?” David jokes earning a playful shove from Y/N. “She can barely reach the top cabinets with her heels on” He always finds it incredibly cute when he catches her standing on her tiptoes with her arms fully extended over her head.

“You are very short Y/N” Josh laughs along with David.

“I know! You don’t have to point it out!” She pouts, reaching out for a water bottle. David drapes his arm around her waist from behind, kissing her shoulder to hide the goofy smile that she has managed to put on his face.

“What is something that David does that bothers you, Y/N?” David smirks at her as he waits for her response.

“I hate he won’t let me buy him clothes or style him” He throws his head back as he laughs heavily. ”he is already so handsome think about how good he would look?”

“I knew you were going to say that!” Y/N giggles, shaking her head at her fiance and his stubbornness.

“Why don’t you? Don’t you think our beautiful queen knows enough about fashion?” Josh frowns, teasing his close friend.

“It’s not that! I just don’t know if I can pull it off!” David loves how she always looks impeccable and out of a runway, but he isn’t confident enough to dress any differently. Comfort is also another thing he values in his wardrobe and most of the attires don’t look like you can nap with them on.

“David, what about you?”

“The AC” The couple exhales loudly, rolling their eyes at others causing Josh to laugh. “She is always turning the temperature lower. It feels like the north pole in here”

“That’s what is for, babe! To COOL the house” Y/N turns to look at Josh, “Sometimes is hotter in here than outside. I am not kidding”

“I believe you” Josh nods knowing from experience that David hates feeling slightly cold.

“Why are you always taking her side?” David points out as the three of them laugh at the way the conversation is going.

The teasing continues until both men are stuffed with food and Josh finishes asking all essential questions. Josh says his goodbyes, hugs each, and congratulates them one more time before departing.

It’s late at night when David strides into their bedroom after finishing some work with Natalie. The lights of their bedroom are off, she is tucked in bed with the comforter up to her chin. Y/N wears her glasses as she holds her iPhone close while typing an outgoing email to her assistant— reminding her to pick up a birthday gift for a photographer friend.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing that ring on your finger,” He remarks cheekily, closing the door behind him. She smiles, looking up from her screen to get a good glimpse of him.

“Good because I am never taking it off” His indecisive ass had taken five months to pick the ring. He had taken Natalie, Erin, Corina, Suzy, Carly, his mom, and sisters, on multiple occasions to look for rings. They were starting to grow tired when he finally found the perfect one.

“Good because you are mine” He jumps in bed, in search of a good cuddle. His arms wrap around her pulling her towards his side of the bed.

“I can’t wait” She mumbles as she nuzzles her face into his chest.

“Me neither” They had decided to wait for a little while before tying the knot. They want to take their time and properly plan their wedding. Y/N already has so many ideas including the design of her wedding dress. “Are you excited to start planning it?” David tugs his other arm behind his head.

“I am. We have to plan what you will wear too”

“Black suit. No doubt” He immediately answers without any hesitation.

“Thought so” She rolls her eyes, imagining how handsome he would look in an all-black suit.

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tooweirdforyou · 3 years

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Chapter One » Target

A/N : obviously my starting out isn’t going to go well but I’m sure it’ll get better, hopefully. Let’s just hope! And enjoy!

and I know I mentioned who would be included in here, but I’d like to know your thoughts if there are any characters you wish to have as love interests! :> it’s so I can confirm and get an idea.

Masterlist | Chapter Two

MULTI-BILLIONAIRE CEO PASSES ON — [LASTNAME] INC. TO FALL?

“[Name] [LastName]? I heard her father passed away last week.”

“No way, the [LastName] corporation is bound to fall without their CEO, what’s going to happen now? Is she going to take over?”

“She’s so young, I doubt they’ll hand everything to her. She doesn’t have the backbone to handle it.”

Walking past the gossiping pair, you tilt your head to the side and after a minute of walking, your shoulders relax and you heave a sigh.

“People don’t have anything better to do but gossip.” You thought, expression holding a look of disinterest, as you glance down at your necklace.

The only memory you had of your mother.

It was a simple, small and cylinder-like key, silver and hooked onto a thin silver chain. As if it was some sort of screw, in other words. Too bad you never found out what the key actually led to or unlocked.

Not like you actually looked around though.

If it wasn’t the last thing you had of your mother, you probably would’ve thrown it away by now.

Tucking the necklace inside your shirt, you make it to an ice cream stand on the street and stop in front of it, standing behind a tall ravenette.

It seems like it’ll be a while before the male would choose something though. You purse your lips and look to the side. ‘Maybe I should just go..’

“Oh, my apologies, miss. You can go on ahead, I’m actually waiting for a friend, I’m not in line.”

You look back to the male and found the freckled face smiling at you kindly. Blinking, you glance at where he was standing and where the vendor was, and felt a blush creeping up onto your cheeks. “Oh..”

‘So i’m just stupid.. idiot.’ You internally curse yourself before nodding at the tall male. “Er.. sorry. Thanks.”

He merely chuckles and waves it off, returning to his phone that was in his hand as you move ahead to the vendor behind the stand.

“What can I get ya?”

You ponder for a few seconds before stating what you wanted from the ice cream vendor. Once the salesman gets your desired ice cream, you hand the cash over to him and take the ice cream.

Gripping the fabric of your mask, you pull it down to your chin to reveal your face and lift the ice cream to your lips.

Thanking the man, you walk away and just as you proceed to take a bite, a sudden loud crash interrupts your process. ‘Gunshots?’

Screams erupt from people around, some quick to start running away, others freeze still in fear at the sight.

Before you could even do a thing, shouts are heard and running figures chasing after a speeding bike.

“Ace, it’s time to go!”

Amidst the shouts and screams, the motorbike pulls up near you and the freckled man from before is quick to hop onto the back, behind the one driving. “Marco? What happened?!”

“I’ll explain later, just get on!”

“Hey! Stop right there!”

“Don’t shoot, you can hurt the civilians!”

The blonde behind the drivers seat, his hair a little messy and half-lidded eyes, held a cigarette between his teeth clicks his tongue and revs up the gas. “Shit.. hold on!”

Just before they drove off, you made direct eye contact with the blonde for a brief second before he broke it.

With that, the bike begins to drive off with speed, the men in white-clad police uniforms with guns strapped on their backs continue to chase them before stopping in defeat once the motorcycle was out of sight.

“Damn it! We were so close to capturing one of the Whitebeard members!”

“Forget about it, we need to get back to headquarters. Let’s go.”

The men began to retreat back, you just standing still in shock at the event that just occurred and ended in like five minutes.

‘What the hell?’

Slowly biting your ice cream that was melting in your mouth and a bit on your hand, you look back at where the bike had disappeared to.

Your mind wanders back to the blonde from before. “What was with that look?.. Did he recognize me?..”

Muttering to yourself, you continue to eat your dessert, deciding to make way back to your place, before your father’s assistant could lecture you.

‘This is why I don’t leave the house.’

“Miss [Lastname], you’re back early this time.”

You plop yourself onto the couch of your living room once you made it and laid down, heaving a heavy sigh. “Yeah.”

Pulling off the black mask around your ears, you laid it on your chest and shut your eyes.

“Any particular reason?” The raspy, deep voice asks from the hall, coming into the living room and standing at the entrance, his eyes taking a look at your sprawled form on the couch.

Sitting up slightly to get a better look at the assistant, you watch him stare just as intensely back at you with his sharp dark eyes.

Axel.

The male was dressed in dress shoes, black slacks and a ironed white button up, with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows. He had rounded, silver thin framed glasses that rest just above the bridge of his nose. His tousled black hair brushed over his eyes a bit, and if you didn’t know better, you would’ve assumed Axel was a CEO owner himself.

But he was nothing but an assistant to one. Or, formerly was. You were surprised he still stuck around after your father passed.

Keeping the eye contact for a few more seconds, you shut your eyes and turn onto your side, facing the backrest of the couch. “No, just didn’t feel like receiving a lecture from you.”

The scoff that escapes his lips is heard as his footsteps come towards you.

“You deserve my lectures, you always seem to forget them.” He says, picking up the mess of magazines on the coffee table and stacking them neatly together.

“I can’t forget something I don’t bother remembering, so— ACK!”

Axel is quick to roll up one of the magazines and whack the back of your head without hesitance, a slight scowl on his lips. “Perhaps you should start remembering then!”

You sent a glare to the older male and rub your head to soothe the pain, keeping shut to prevent yourself from possibly getting even more hurt.

“Now, come on. Get dressed so we can get going to meet the lawyers.”

Furrowing your brows, you look at him in confusion, watching him place the magazines away onto the shelf. “Lawyers, what for?”

He tilts his head behind him to glance at your expression. “Your father’s will. To confirm your inheritance of his belongings so you can be given all his things.”

“Ah....” You then lay back down with force and groan out. “No way! I don’t want to handle all that! Why don’t you just take it?”

“Take everything that the owner of the [Lastname] company owns? No, thank you.” Axel mutters, pushing up his glasses with his index finger from the side.

“You don’t want it?”

“I don’t think I’m capable of handling something like that, much less when I’m not supposed to in the first place. Besides, my hands are full with taking care of a helpless, troublesome, lazy-ass toddler.”

“Oh? Who?” You smugly feign innocence whilst turning away, causing Axel to roll his eyes as he brushes a gloved hand into his black locks of hair.

“Funny. Now, if you don’t get your ass up, Miss [Lastname],” he clears his throat loudly. “We’ll be late to discuss your father’s will with the lawyers.”

“You’re so mean sometimes.. what kind of assistant are you?”

Ignoring your sulking, Axel proceeds to walk away to start the car, but not before releasing a soft sigh at the female.

“What am I going to do with you?..”

- meanwhile

With the Straw Hats Crew «

“What do you think, Luffy?”

The navigator looks to their captain on the end of the dining table, rolling up the newspaper in her hand after reading the headlines aloud.

The male was busy shoveling meat into his mouth to listen but merely nods. “Sure! *omn nom* Sounds like an adventure!”

“God, you’re hopeless...”

The archaeologist lets out a little giggle. “He never ceases to amuse.”

“If we get our hands on that treasure, we can have everything?” The long-nosed questions, crossing his arms and the taller, Afro-wearing man laughs. “Yohoho~ how exciting!”

With the Heart Crew «

“The chance to have everything you could desire..”

“Wealth, power, love..”

The big polar bear in an orange-clad jumpsuit hums. “Should we try to acquire it, Captain? It won’t be easy.”

The doctor / leader of the group leaned against the wall silently, arms crossed as he thought about it, the newspaper headlines laid across the table.

“We’ll have to come up some plans to get it, considering we’ll have to make contact with her somehow.”

With the Kid Crew «

“To get the chance to have all power and money in the world, huh?” The red-head smirks dangerously as he listens to his right hand discuss the newspaper article.

“Think this through, Kid. Won’t be easy to capture the girl, and I’m sure we aren’t the only ones looking to get this treasure.” The masked blonde warns, but the red-head wasn’t listening.

“How unfortunate for her to have to experience such a thing, but I will get my hands on her and that treasure, no matter what it takes.”

With the Whitebeard Crew «

“I see..”

The tall, older, white haired man comments as he sits in his chair, hands resting in his lap.

“We actually drove by her on our way here after the run-in with the police. Eating ice cream.” The blonde says, shifting his weight and resting a hand on his hip.

“And you’re positive it was her?” A tall orange-haired male questions, wearing a yellow foulard.

The freckled man nods, smiling a bit. “I’m sure. She stood behind me in line, thinking it was to get ice cream.” He laughs lightly at the memory.

Another voice chimes in, belonging to a rather beautiful man with a sexy deep voice. “Well, if it truly is her, I guess we won’t have to look far. Question is, how we’ll get in touch with her again.”

The older, bigger man in front merely laughs. “Not a problem, my sons. Leave it to me.”

With the Police «

“It’s a danger to have that so carelessly around, if it lands into the wrong hands, we can have a tragedy.” The rice-cracker eating leader states, arms crossed as he stares hard at the picture of the female under the headlines.

“So you intend to confront her about her father’s belongings, then?” The old man on the couch of his office asks, picking his nose with disinterest.

“E-Excuse me, sir.. but would it be in the wrong hands.. if Miss [LastName] is supposed to inherit her father’s things?..” the pink-haired male shyly asks, sweating a little bit in fear of having interrupt the two.

“We don’t know for sure, that is why I insist we should hold her here for questioning and her intentions!”

With the Revolutionaries «

“It’ll be interesting, to say the least.” The blonde with goggles around his top hat hums, a smile present on his lips as he leans back in his chair.

The brunette female with a bright smile just sighs. “Thats for sure. No doubt that everyone will be having their eyes on that one of a kind opportunity. What should we do?”

“My, my, imagine being able to wield such power! No wonder her bounty is so high in the black market! Going for over a billion beli’s!” The extravagant purple haired man exclaims. “I must meet her face to face!”

“Ah— Achoo!”

Sniffling, you rub your nose and let out a sigh, groaning slightly.

“Oi, you better not be sick, Miss [Lastname]. We don’t need you to be catching a cold at this time. I’m not going to be taking care of you.” Axel warns, eyes lingering on you and you huff in annoyance.

“Shut up, Axel..”

taglist : @deputy-videogamer

a/n : hi! I’d love to know what you think of this so far and what you think of Axel! I might post this on Quotev as well but I can’t say for sure.

So it’s not great, but not horrible, but regardless, I hope you enjoyed it! :>

not proofread-

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #x reader #op #one piece writing #Target #syd’s fic

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Blade; chapter 2

summary: Parker "Blade" Wiles, a high ranking SHIELD agent with an aptitude for sharp objects, goes missing. When Blade is found again with a darker and colder demeanor, SHIELD, with the help of The Avengers, are tasked with finding out what happened to their colleague and friend.

OC is ace and uses they/them pronouns

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x OC! reader (Blade)

warnings: knives, dead mom?? if anything else, let me know

RECAP:

“You are not gonna make it out alive” a voice came from the right of you. You pull out your swords and turn to the right. You gasp. “You’re a woman!” “Indeed I am. But, like I said earlier, you’re not making it out of this one, sweetheart” “Oh honey, they call me Blade for a reason, so you might not make it out alive.” “I highly doubt that” she said as she hit you upside the head, knocking you out.

*At the HYDRA base

“Blade!” Natasha called out. “Blade! I heard a loud thump and I don't know if you just fell or if you’re dead!” She gets no response. By this time, everyone's comms have gone out. Great. You’ve been knocked out and no one knows. Even better.

“Blade! Come on, this isn’t funny!” It’s not. Natasha starts searching every room on the way out of the base in search of you. She makes her way back into the room that she left you in. She's worked with you in the past, she knew you could handle yourself, so something bad has had to happen for you not to respond.

“Blade!” She was frantic, something happened to you and no one knows what. She starts to make her way back to the Quinjet, looking for you everywhere she can.

“Where's Blade?”

“Does it look like I fucking know Sam??” Natasha yells back. “I don't know! We split up! Okay, we split up, they were in one room, I was in the other! And then comms went out. And then they were gone. I don't know.” She says in one breath. “I don’t know.” She whispers.

“Okay, let's head home and figure out what happened and go from there.”

“What?! No! We can’t leave! What if they're still in there? Tony, if we leave and they’re still there, they could die.”

“Nat, if they aren’t in there, which they aren’t, they could already be dead”

“Don’t say that Tony! Don't say that.” She exclaims. They enter the jet, heading home, while Natasha plops down in the seat you sat in on your way there.

*Meanwhile at an abandoned HYDRA base

“Ya know, for someone as intimidating as you, I thought it would be harder to get you here.” fucking bitch.

“Ya know, for a bitch of your caliber, I thought it would be easier to take you out. I was wrong apparently.'' You sassed back. Of course you were wrong! You’re fucking tied to a chair, you dumb shit.

“Here's what's going to happen-”

“Nah nah nah sister, I am not going to do anything you tell me to do, that is simply, how I roll” you interrupt her. Nice way to set boundaries.

“I am not telling you to do anything” She replies “I am going to turn you into my personal-” “assistant?” “No! Let me finish!” She sighs, grabs a chair and sits down right in front of you.

“I am going to turn you into my very own winter soldier.” You scoff.

“That's dumb. It obviously didn’t end very well in the past.” She stares at you. “I mean, with the words and stuff too?” You ask. “Well, yeah” amatuer. “Dude, Bucky escaped and found his long lost lover and now they live together in happy gay paradise, fighting the people who wronged either of them in the name of justice.” #stucky forever.

“You are so stupid.” She sighs. “I am right though, you could give me that.” My goal is to be the most annoying person she has ever met, in hopes of returning me. I think it’s working.

“Fine, I won’t use words. I wasn’t going to anyways” Catfishing bitch!

She gets up and starts to untie you from the chair. Before you could make a run for it, she cuffs your feet. HAH HAH she forgot my hands! She then cuffs your hands, while you are distracted. FUCK!

“Where are we going? Because I'm not too sure we’re on the same page here.” You ask. “The lab.” The lab? Of course the lab! Why wouldn’t we be going to the lab?!

“Huh, the lab. Got it.” She’s basically dragging you down the hallway to the lab. You look like a mom and a toddler who doesn’t want to go somewhere, so they end up getting dragged. I feel so stupid. Maybe Nat was right. I do do stupid things.

“So, what's your name?” You ask the woman.

“You don’t need to know my name.”

“Pssh, why not? Is it bad?”

“It’s not bad.” She says.

“Is it like Bertha or something?”

“It's not fucking Bertha. If you really feel the need to call me something, then call me Madam” She finally replies.

“Kinky” You say with a smirk. EWWW NO. WHY DID YOU SAY THAT???

“Ugh, why did I pick this one?” Madam mutters to herself.

You get to the lab and immediately get strapped down to a table. This is a terrible way to die. I wish I could’ve gone out a cooler way, like, I don’t know, an avalanche could’ve taken me out or something. If you would’ve known this is how this mission ended for you, you would have faked a stomach ache like ferris bueller or some shit. As you lay there, spiralling into what you could’ve done to change this situation Natasha’s face pops up. If it wasn’t you who got kidnapped, it would've been her. That didn’t sit right with you. So, if you ended up dead in a place called “the lab” instead of Nat, then it was for the better.

“Why do you have this pout on your face? You seem upset” Madam asks.

“Now why would I be upset?” You retort. “I'm tied to a goddamn table, probably gonna die at the hands of HYDRA!”

“A new and improved HYDRA” She pressed. “The old HYDRA was a waste. Only using men. They saw what the Red Room did and were afraid of what a powerful woman could do. So they made it impossible for change, unless they were destroyed. And they were, which gave us room to grow. We aren’t HYDRA, we are MYST.” And with that, she left the room.

She wasn’t wrong about a powerful woman, FUCK. As she walks away another woman comes up to you.

“Hey, hey! What the hell are you doing?!”

“my job” She says as she pokes you with something.

“Ouch” you say drowsily “What was that?”

“Something to make you sleep.” She says and walks away.

Soon after you pass out and the team of scientists begin experimenting. They work for what seems like days, but in actuality, was only a couple hours. You wake up, in a cell, strapped to what seems like a hospital bed. A nurse, or what you think is a nurse is next to you and pushes a blue button. Seconds later, Madam buzzes into the cell.

“Awww, they’re up. How was your nap sweetheart? Get some beauty sleep?” She coos.

“Oh yeah, dreamed about fairies and unicorns.” You sass “what's your play Madam? I’m an Avenger-” She cuts you off

“That no one knows about.” You stare at her. “I chose you, not entirely because of your skills, but because no one knows who you are. You have been shielded from the spotlight your entire life, and with both parents dead, you were an easy grab. Sorry about your mother, by the way. It was a price I was willing to pay.”

“What?” You say breathlessly.

“Oh, you don’t know?”

“Excuse me? What don’t I know?”

''That accident wasn't an accident. We contacted her, Florence, about rebuilding HYDRA, with you as the fist, but she declined. She would’ve made some incredible improvements to our experiment, but she decided to keep you safe” She says in a demeaning tone.

“Keep my mothers name out of your mouth.”

“Oh don't act upset! You barely talked to the woman after you joined the god forsaken Avengers!” You stayed silent.

It was true. You didn’t talk to her that often after joining the avengers. You only really sent her christmas and birthday cards when the time came. But then she showed up. Saying bad people were after her. You got her a new home, armed with Stark Industries best home alarm system possible and got in the car. You were almost there too. You were 10 miles away from the home when a heavily armoured truck rear ended you so hard the car almost flipped. Then another truck showed up, only in front of you this time. You walked away from the accident. She didn’t. Told you run. To go back to your new, and loving family. And you did. And look where you ended up anyways. Tied to a table with a crazy woman who only wanted to be called Madam.

“Just because I left does not mean that she should be put in danger,” You said slowly, “She did nothing wrong.”

“That's where you’re wrong sweetheart. You see, your mother was a leading scientist in the Red Room before she escaped and wanted to start a family.” Madam starts,

“She wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.”

“Ding ding ding! Ten points for Blade! You are right! She wouldn’t do anything to hurt you! That's the problem! She kept you hidden for so long and so well that when you moved to New York to join the righteous group of heroes, she couldn’t protect you anymore! That's where I come into the picture. I'm doing the thing Florence Wiles could never do.” The room went silent. All the lab assistants stopped working. Everyone just stared at the two of you.

“Knock her out and put em’ under, I don't have time for this.” Madam barks and for the second time that day, everything went black.

#natasha romanoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff x ace!raeder #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow fluff #black widow x ace!reader #black widow imagine #marvel x reader #marvel x ace!reader

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parkrstark rec list

I finally put together a list of links to my fics, even the ones stuck in multi-chaptered ficlet collections. I tried separating it as much as I could as clearly as I could.

If you like my fics, maybe consider supporting me on ko-fi! If you’re interested in commissioning a fic, email me at [email protected]

Click the read more to see the full list!

One Shots:

his guy in the chair (Interwebs, Iron Dad, 2k, may and tony co-parenting)

sick peter (iron dad, ficlet, tony takes care of a sick peter)

mind control pt 1 (iron dad, ficlet, peter is mind controlled to hurt tony)

mind control pt 2 (iron dad, ficlet, tony is mind controlled to hurt peter)

12.15.17 (Iron Dad, 4k, Star Wars nerds)

in color (Iron Dad, 4k, Christmas fic)

Honorary Parker (Iron Dad, 3k, Christmas fic)

when the sun shines (we shine together) (Peter&Ned&MJ, Iron Dad, 1k, the Lipsync battle video)

To My Son (Iron Dad, 3k, Tony teaches Peter how to shave)

hell on the heart (Iron Dad, 1k, the ferry scene)

see what i see (Iron Dad, 2k, Peter is being bulled)

don't quit your day job, kid (Iron Dad, 2k, Tony is sick)

our boy (Iron Dad, 4k, Peter uses BARF to cope with Uncle Ben’s death)

there you'll be (Iron Dad, 2k, Peter gets his wisdom teeth removed)

concrete angel (Iron Dad, 3k, Skip is Peter’s teacher, tw: noncon)

i hold on (Iron Dad, 2k, Peter starts college)

my arms will hold you (keep you safe and warm) (Iron Dad, 3k, Peter and Tony have oxytocin withdrawals, better known as cuddle withdrawals)

somebody must have (prayed for me) (Iron Dad, 4k, Bad guys use the sonic taser on Peter and Tony)

i followed your ashes (into outer space) (Iron Dad, 2k, Endgame Speculation)

make me strong (Iron Dad, 10k, Skip is an old friend of Tony’s, tw: noncon)

so tender and mild (Iron Dad, 3k, Tony holds babies to help with his insomnia)

the eleventh commandment (Happy&Peter, Rhodey&Peter, 6k, Skip is Peter’s coach and Happy finds out, tw: noncon)

i pour my heart into your hands (Iron Dad, 1k, Tony has insomnia)

you had to pick on me (Iron Dad, 9k, parallel of Peter and Tony being bullied)

the talk (Iron Dad, Iron Bros, 3k, Tony and Rhodey give Peter the talk while they’re drunk)

almost home (Iron Dad, 2k, whump)

cryin' for me (Iron Dad, 3k, Peter dealing with Tony’s death post EG)

little miss magic (Iron Dad, Peter&Morgan, 1k, Peter gets invited to Morgan’s birthday party)

my old man (Iron Dad, 8k, Peter and Tony get into an argument while on a trip and are kidnapped)

if something should happen (Iron Bros, Iron Dad, 3k, Rhodey has to look after the family once Tony is gone)

you shouldn't have to (Iron Dad, 1k, Peter is terrified of needles)

you're gonna be (Superfamily, 3k, Baby!Peter is sick)

from now on (Iron Dad, 16k, Peter and Tony are stuck in a blizzard, Peter loses his arm)

i will, i promise (Iron Dad, 1k, Peter’s hurt and Tony’s protective)

ben's old number (Ben&Peter, Iron Dad, 5k, Uncle Ben angst)

without you (i was broken) (Iron Dad, 4k, Peter doesn’t feel his spidey senses around Tony)

always on duty (Iron Dad, Happy&Peter, 4k, Tony is hurt at a gala)

would have loved her (Iron Dad, 1k, Peter is a dad and missing Tony post EG)

father knows best (Superfamily, 3k, Peter gets bit by the spider)

Iron dad-iversary (Iron Dad, ficlet, Tony and Peter had known each other one year)

Iron Dad Reunion (Iron Dad, ficlet, Peter and Tony reunion post iw)

interwebs get together (Interwebs, ficlet, Peter kissing Ned in the scene when May walks in on them right after Ned finds out his secret)

peter is a father (iron dad, interwebs, ficlet, dad!peter)

tony stark defense leader (iron dad, ficlet, peter has a tony stark stan blog)

peter’s birthday (iron dad, ficlet, peter’s birthday being celebrated post IW)

ned and peter’s relationship is discovered (interwebs, May&Peter, Iron Dad, ficlet, may and Tony confront Peter about Ned)

bucky&peter (Bucky&peter, ficlet, stuck in the sou stone)

the talk (iron dad, ficlet, tony gives peter the talk)

Multi-Chapter Fics:

danger or trouble, i'm there on the double (Iron Dad, 5k, underage drinking at a party)

i see myself (in you) (Iron Dad, 28k, Peter and Tony swap bodies)

standing in the gallows (Iron Dad, 59k, Peter is kidnapped by Justin Hammer)

just believe (Iron Dad, 18k, Christmas fic, It’s Wonderful Life vibes, tw: noncon)

one makes me want another (Superfamily, 12k, Steve and Tony adopt another kid and Peter feels out of place)

mr. misunderstood (Iron Dad, Harley&Peter, 19k, Peter and Harley meet and don’t immediately get along)

come morning light (we'll be safe & sound) (Superfamily, 14k, Tony, Peter, and Steve are stuck living their worst nightmares)

fortune and glory (Steve&Peter, Stony, Iron Dad, 29k, Indiana Jones AU)

Whumptober/Whump Bingo

your heart is a masterpiece (and i will keep it safe) (Stony, 1k, tremors)

stabbing (iron dad, ficlet, hurt!peter)

bloody hands (iron dad, ficlet, Uncle Ben angst)

insomnia (iron dad, ficlet, tony has insomnia)

“no, stop!” (iron dad, ficlet, panic attacks, skip westcott)

poisoned (iron dad, ficlet, peter drinks a spiked drink meant for tony)

betrayal (iron dad, ficlet, peter talks to norman osborn at a fair)

kidnapping (iron dad, ficlet, tony and rhodey rescue peter)

fever (iron dad, ficlet, sick!peter)

stranded (iron dad, ficlet, peter has a Really Bad date)

bruised (iron dad, ficlet, may’s abusive boyfriend)

hypothermia (iron dad, ficlet, peter and tony kidnapped)

electrocution (iron dad, ficlet, tony watches peter be tortured)

“Stay!” (Iron dad, ficlet, peter buys his first apartment)

torture (iron dad, ficlet, peter is water baorded)

manhandling (iron dad, ficlet, people try to kidnap peter at school)

bedridden (iron dad, ficlet, peter is stuck in bed)

branding (iron dad, ficlet, hurt!peter)

rescue (iron dad, ficlet, tony rescues peter from torture. pain meds don’t work)

serial killer (iron dad, ficlet, peter is kidnapped by a serial killer)

murderer (iron dad, ficlet, bad guy tells tony to kill an innocent person or peter)

infinity war au (iron dad, ficlet, tony dies after thanos stabs him)

ripped from each other’s arms (iron dad, ficlet, tony and peter kidnapped together)

one way window (iron dad, ficlet, tony watches peter be tortured)

attempted rape (iron dad, ficlet, peter saves tony)

mouth stitched shut (happy&peter, ficlet, hurt!peter)

explosion (happy& peter, ficlet, someone tries blowing up happy’s car)

chained to a bed (iron dad, ficlet, peter is kidnapped for 7 months)

5+1s

5 times tony forgot peter was just a kid (Iron Dad, 12k)

5 times it wasn't a hug and the 1 time it was (Iron Dad, 31k)

it's always sunny (in the rich man's world) (May+Peter & Iron Dad, 7k, Peter’s financial struggles)

5 times peter clung to tony (Iron Dad, 21k)

waving through a window (Superfamily, 9k, 5 times peter says he’s okay and one time he means it)

Stardust & Nightmares Series (tw: noncon)

baby, don't cry (Iron Dad, 7k)

don't scream (Iron Dad, 5k)

just close your eyes (Iron Dad, 8k)

and pretend (Iron Dad, 7k)

it's a dream (Iron Dad, 40k)

Asexual!Peter Series

the broken radio (Iron Dad, 4k, realizing he’s ace)

here to stay (Iron Dad, 3k, Peter deals with bullying)

these are my people (Iron Dad, 3k, Tony takes Peter to a pride parade)

life ain't always beautiful (Iron Dad, 2k, Peter has his first heartbreak

Darling, Don’t You Ever Grow Up Series

with arms wide open (Iron Dad, 14k, Tony and Pepper get pregnant, written pre IW)

5 times peter saved aurora (Iron Dad, Aurora&Peter, 39k, ...and 1 time they save each other)

follow your arrow (Iron Dad, 1k, Asexual!Peter)

what brothers are for (Iron Dad, 5k, Peter protects his little sister, tw: noncon)

i will keep you safe (Peter&Aurora, Iron Dad, 3k, Peter and Aurora get stuck while hiding a birthday present for Tony)

Baby Mine Series

close to my heart, never to part (Iron Dad, 63k, Peter gets turned into a toddler)

give me back my kid (Iron Dad, 5k, Peter with the Avengers as a toddler)

Superfamily Series

Sick Peter (Captain Pops, ficlet, Steve takes care of a sick peter)

plane ride (Superfamily, ficlet, Peter gets nervous on a plane ride and his dads try to calm him down)

After school Nap (Captain Pops, ficlet, Peter comes home to see Steve napping and joins him)

Artist Steve (Captain Pops, ficlet, Steve draws Peter)

GPS and Road Rage (Captain Pops, ficlet, Peter annoys Steve while he’s trying to drive)

boy (run like you're bulletproof) (Superfamily, 3k, Peter comes home from patrol with a bullet in his stomach)

without a fight (Superfamily, 5k, Peter gets angry at his dads before they go to a mission and then they’re presumed dead)

with me by your side (Superfamily, 2k, Peter is kidnapped and a bomb is strapped to his chest)

but i'm stuck (in colder weather) (Superfamily, 3k, Peter falls into a frozen lake)

you should never blame yourself (Superfamily, 4k, Peter needs his appendix removed)

give 'em what they want (without being too different) (Superfamily, 2k, Peter discovers he is asexual)

fear is a liar (Captain Pops, 1k, Peter struggling with his trauma of a past abusive relationship, tw:dubcon. self harm)

bloom (me and you) (Superfamily, Parksborn, 3k, Peter is bullied at school for being asexual)

take my heart clean apart (Captain Pops, Parksborn, Superfamily, 6k, Peter and Harry working through their relationship when one of them is asexual and the other is not)

how can it be time already? (Captain Pops, Superfamily, Parksborn, 15k, 6 times steve stopped tears and 1 time he couldn’t)

can you hold me? (Captain Pops, Superfamily, Parksborn, 75k, Peter and Steve are kidnapped)

Constant as the Stars Above Series

peter's stars (Captain Pops, Stony, Superfamily, 175k, Steve is Peter’s biological father and they are homeless)

chapel, little apple (Superfamily, 3k, Slice of Life)

stars in the city (Superfamily, wip, sequel)

Stony Bingo

steve rogers-stark: full time dad/husband, part time spider relocator (Superfamily, 1k, “go be a hero”, AU, baby Peter)

sometimes, it all gets a little too much (Stony, 1k, Cuddling)

walking a tightrope with you (Stony, 2k, AU: canon divergence, steve and tony share a bed in clint’s farmhouse)

#iron dad #superfamily #stony #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #my fic

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heartless-symphony · 3 years

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Ace Cream - Ace!Spencer x Ace!Fem!Reader

Hi ! I had this idea stuck in my head for a moment. I’m not ace, nor aro, so this might not be perfect but i really think Spencer would be really intersting (even more than he is, i mean) if he was ace. It would be nice to have a representation!!

Thanks to my two proof readers !!

MASTERLIST

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Ace Cream

Ship : Ace!Spencer Reid x Ace!Fem!Reader

Type : Some fluffy fluff

Warning : maybe some curse words, talk about sex and maybe murder ??

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Your eyes were wandering between the doors and the buttons of the elevator, your fingers tapping the side of your thighs in a fast rhythm. Your other hand anxiously played with the strap of your bag, lifting it closer to you. You took a shaky breath, trying to focus on something else. You remembered clearly how you had gotten here. Since you were young, you had been interested in police work and criminals, which kind of scared your family. As soon as you could, you joined the police unit of your city, using your free time to learn more and more, always more. You were never tired of learning. After spending days and nights working as a low-rank cop, you were finally promoted to detective, and you worked even harder, hoping to get captain one day. However, after a pretty hard murder case, you had received a letter. You were invited to pass the tests and training at the FBI after your “astounding” work. You had almost jumped in happiness. Since you had spent most of your life traveling, following your father in different countries, you had learned a lot of languages, a lot of different cultures, and it was one of the assets helping you to join the FBI. You were soon recommended to join the BAU, which you happily did. You had always admired the team and their work, using the little knowledge they shared about profiling for your own work. You had been waiting a long time to finally get where you were, and the day had finally arrived.

You tried to ignore your anxiety, closing your eyes to breathe. Your heart almost stopped as the doors opened, and you slowly walked out, looking around. Here you were, standing in front of the doors leading to the BAU bullpen. Through the glass door, you could see a whole lot of people working, and you bit your lip, trying to contain your excitation. Near the door were standing two men, and you shyly took a step forward. Agent Hotchner, in a simple black suit, was holding a file, reading through it, as a young man stood beside him, talking to him about what you guessed was a case. You recognized Agent Hotchner from the TV, but he was also the one you had talked to as soon as you got invited to the BAU. As for the other man, you could only remember him from all the interviews and press conferences they gave. The young man with curly hair and bright hazel eyes was no one else than the famous Dr Spencer Reid, who couldn’t be much older than you. You knew you were one of the youngest FBI agents, and you knew he was one of them too.

As you took another step forward, both agents glanced at you, stopping mid-conversation. Agent Hotchner sent you a little smile, before closing the case file.

“Agent Y/L/N, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. I’ll introduce you to the other. This is your first case, agent. Be prepared.”

You shyly waved at Spencer, before nodding. Hotch immediately started walking to the conference room, and the young boy gently gestured at you to follow him, letting you go first. You blushed a bit and thanked him with a nod, rushing behind Hotch, Spencer right on your tail. You walked in the room, all eyes falling on you, and you sent a shy waves toward everyone. You already knew them, obviously, but they didn’t know you. You hesitantly sat down next to Spencer, who seemed to have pulled the chair out just for you, but looked away very quickly.

“Team, meet Agent Y/N Y/L/N. She will be the new asset to the team from now on. You’ll have all the time to learn about her on the jet. Garcia, the case.”

Very quickly, the team accepted you as one of theirs. Emily, JJ and Penelope never forgot to invite you at one of their girl’s nights, you shared recipes with Rossi – he loved talking Italian with you –, Hotch treated you like a daughter and you always had fun with Morgan. The only one who seemed to avoid you was Spencer. When you did talk, you always had fun, sharing facts, teaching each other stuff. However, he often stopped talking and suddenly looked away, almost ignoring you for the rest of the day. You didn’t understand the way he acted with you.

Since the day he first saw you, Spencer knew he was doomed. He immediately liked you, your knowledge, the fact that you always carried a notebook full of quote and colorful pencils, the smiles you gave him, the attention you ported to the victims and their family, the way you knew all the Disney songs by heart and the fact that you were almost as badass as Emily. Everything about you made him smile. He even wanted to hug you, which usually didn’t happen after such a short time. Everything you did, everything you said, made him feel like a complete idiot, but in an awfully good way. It was pissing him off. Since he was a kid, he had refused to let himself fall for anyone. He had let his guard fall down for Maeve, and he ended up getting hurt. He didn’t want to make the same mistake once again. He knew how hard it was for people to deal with him on a daily basis, and he also knew that his asexuality wouldn’t help. Nobody knew, of course, because they wouldn’t understand, but sometimes, he just wished he wasn’t so different. When he saw you smile, he wanted to pull you close. When he saw you cry, he wanted to wipe away the tears and kiss your forehead. But he couldn’t. He obviously liked you, he clearly had feelings for you, he knew that. But he couldn’t act on it. Even if you liked him back, which seemed almost impossible to him, he knew that you would run away as soon as you knew about his secret. He knew it was hard for people to not have sex when they were in a relationship, and it was something he just couldn’t offer you. So he shielded himself, or at least tried. Every time you talked for too long, every time you smiled, every time your connection seemed to grow closer, his heartbeat would remind him of his feelings, and he knew he had to run away. It’s almost as if he wanted you to hate him. It would be less painful.

You had joined the team almost a year ago now, and it had become like a second family to you. You loved spending time with them, and they seemed to love spending time with you too. You were sitting at your desk, JJ sitting on it, a cup of coffee in hand. You were supposed to be doing paperwork, but the both of you had decided to take a little break. You glanced at Spencer, who was sitting on the other side of the alleyway. He seemed to be reading – no, devouring – a book, and you smiled softly. JJ glanced at the both of you, before letting an exaggerated sigh.

“So, Y/N. How’s that guy you told me about ?”

You looked down, blushing a bit. You didn’t see Spencer’s eyes shooting up, immediately falling on you, but JJ definitely did and she smiled. You let out a soft whine and leaned against your chair.

“Horrible ! He spent the whole date trying to feel me up. No matter what I said, he just wouldn’t stop. It’s like he didn’t know what being ace means. I was pretty clear about not wanting to have sex, though ! I’m giving up, I swear. I’m gonna die alone.”

Jennifer let out a soft laugh, throwing her head back, and you quickly joined her. At some point, you glanced at Spencer –you just wanted to see if you had bothered him, it was definitely not to secretly look at him. You immediately stopped laughing, blushing furiously. Spencer had put down the book, very obviously looking at you. JJ let out a soft laugh as she watched you both, before leaving. You didn’t even look at her. It had been a while since you had let yourself fall in his eyes, and you just realized how beautiful he was. You knew he was beautiful – how could you ignore it ? – but now, something seemed to have changed. He got up, slowly walking toward you. You ran a hand through your hair and cleared your throat, reaching for a case file.

“Hey.” His voice was so soft, so calm. You looked up at him and waved shyly. “Hi.” He smiled softly.

“I, uhm. I couldn’t help but hear you complaining about a guy to JJ.”

You blushed even more and it felt like you could die of shame. You weren’t hiding the fact that you were asexual, but something about him knowing made you feel incredibly anxious. You looked down and nodded slowly, trying to shrug it off. “It was nothing. Guy was a jerk anyway.”

He smiled and gently lifted your chin up. Your eyes met again and you shyly bit your lip. “I didn’t know you were ace.” You tilted your head and his hand left your face, almost making you whine at the loss. He had never touched you before, but it felt like home. You shrugged. “It’s not like I’m hiding it.” You hoped your voice didn’t quiver, or that it didn’t make him uncomfortable. It didn’t seem like it. He smiled widely and held out his hand, which you shyly took. He gently helped you up, and your faces were suddenly so close that you could see every little detail on his face. He smiled shyly and you did too, trying to calm your burning cheeks, in vain. You knew that you were most likely red as a tomato, but you didn’t care. He was close, so close. You almost took a step back, but his hand on yours pulled you even closer, and, almost too slowly, your lips connected. It only lasted a second or two, but it was enough to make your heart rate go up. He sent you a sad, sorry smile, almost letting go of your hand.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I miscalculated the way you’d stand up and I didn’t know you’d be so close and- oh.” You shut him up, hesitantly connecting your lips again. After a second of shy, hesitant kissing, you both pulled away. “I thought you hated me.”

His eyes widened and he quickly shook his head. “What ? of course not ! Why would you say that ?” You shrugged and looked down, and he gently lifted your chin up again. “I could never hate you. I just thought that I had to stay away so my feelings would go away.”

You frowned and bit your lip, making him stare at them. “Why would you want to do that ?” He shrugged and mindlessly stroked your cheek. “Everyone I ever had feelings for either died or left me because of my asexuality. I didn’t want that to happen with you. But now that I know..”

You smiled widely. You couldn’t believe it. All this time, all you had to do was to tell him about your sexuality. You let out a soft laugh and he blushed, obviously embarrassed, so you gently pecked his lips. “I hope you won’t take this much time to take me out on a date.”

He smiled and shook his head and pulled you a bit closer, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He gently stroked your back. “Of course I won’t. How about tonight ?” You nodded happily and leaned forward to kiss him again, smiling widely.

You heard a whistle and you suddenly remembered where you were, pulling away to see the whole team staring at you. You whined in shame, hiding your face against Spencer’s chest, making him smile.

Hotch smiled sadly. “As happy as I am to finally see you two together, the date will have to wait. We have a case.” Spencer let out a loud growl, obviously unhappy about it, and you all chuckled. You didn’t care that you had a case and would have to miss your date. You were just glad today happened.

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