#and till they have the respect towards each other it’ll be fine

[twinkodium]

Meanwhile Lando and Oscar:

#f1 #Oscar piastri #Lando norris #my papaya boys 🥹🧡 #mctwinks #Twinklaren #Landoscar #as it was expected some people really can’t live without trying to create drama 😭 #where there is none #look at them just having fun #even Lando said that he likes to have a teammate who pushed you to be better #and till they have the respect towards each other it’ll be fine #most wholesome duo on the current grid and you can’t change my mind 🥺

[sugawara-sweetheart]

𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 | 𝔟𝔞𝔨𝔲𝔤𝔬𝔲, 𝔨𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦, 𝔨𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔞 + 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔶𝔞

❣︎anon: Hey lovely, could I request headcanons for Kirishima, Kaminari, Bakugou and Midoriya being in a secret relationship and how they're relationship gets discovered?

❥bakugou katsuki:

☽ it’s not that bakugou’s ashamed of you- he’s just a very private person and doesn’t want the rest of class-1a knowing his business and personal life

☽ so your relationship is very subtle; you don’t interact much out of the norm during class, you only hang out around school in his large group of friends and you have to be wary when going to his dorm room that nobody sees you

☽ so far so good. nobody suspects a thing

☽ until you forget to lock the door one day. you’re lying in bakugou’s bed with him, his arms wrapped around your waist as you’re watching youtube videos together on your phone when the door bursts open

☽ “kacchan! what are you-”

☽ bakugou springs apart from you swiftly as kaminari stands in the doorway, his mouth falling open with shock

☽ “hey, what’s this?! were you two cuddling- OI KIRISHIMA! BAKUGOU WAS CUDDLING-”

☽ “SHUT UP BASTARD!” bakugou growls, practically leaping off the bed and moving away to the other side of the room. “no we weren’t!”

☽ you’re stunned as you stare at your secret boyfriend glowering at a cackling kaminari whilst kirishima and mina rush into the room, evidently confused but amused

☽ “bakugou was cuddling y/n. i think they’re dating.” kaminari smirks whilst bakugou growls with anger, his fists clenching as his friends laugh and tease him

☽ he tries to deny it outright, growling threateningly. “we weren’t cuddling! mind your own business! this has nothing to do-”

☽ “katsuki, come on.” you sigh heavily. “you don’t need to get this defensive.” as bakugou looks at you, his anger fades momentarily as he sees the disappointment etched on your pouting face

☽ “fine.” he grits his teeth as he stalks over to the bed, tugging you up into a tight hug that has you caught in as much surprise as his friends

☽ “yeah, we’re together. and what about it?” he’s completely serious, not at all looking embarrassed and you feel smitten that he seems proud enough of you

☽ “woah, that’s so manly!” kirishima beams whilst mina is cheering

☽ “how does he get a s.o before any of us?” kaminari pouts as he leaves the room with his shoulders slouched

☽ from then on, bakugou simply doesn’t care about your relationship being exposed and won’t care about how much he’s seen around with you

☽ whenever kaminari is sat beside him, he’ll shove him aside to let you sit there instead and he’ll even feed you some of his spicy noodles when he’s eating them, not caring who sees

��� and he’ll proudly refer to you as his s.o whenever you come up in conversation, mostly because he’s so proud and appreciative to have you knowing that no one else can

❥kaminari denki:

☽ neither of you meant to hide the relationship purposely as you both hung out plenty, were sweet to each other and teased each other. it’s just nobody seemed to suspect you were together so you felt no reason to bring it up

☽ so it comes to a complete horrible surprise to everyone when you walk into the common room wearing a fitted pair of shorts that just seems to hug your ass so well

☽ and kaminari can’t resist squeezing your ass as you walk past him on the couch, a huge grin stretched across his face

☽ “wow, you’re so hot.”

☽ everyone stares in horror for a moment before chaos erupts. jirou and tsuyu are reaching over to punch him whilst iida and kirishima are yelling at him, the other girls asking you if you’re okay whilst you and kaminari are so confused

☽ “wait, wait!” you cry, shielding kaminari from jirou and tsuyu’s punches by pulling him into your arms. “he’s my boyfriend!”

☽ they all freeze, tsuyu’s fist raised and utter shock on their faces

☽ “him?” spits bakugou. “are you sure? why?”

☽ you scowl a little as you pull kaminari into you, brushing your fingers through his yellow hair tenderly before you press a kiss to his forehead, a smile growing on his face

☽ “didn’t you guys know?” he asks, just as bewildered. everyone shakes their head as you and kaminari start laughing

☽ nothing really changes much for the two of you; you both act as usual, your relationship dynamic pretty much remaining the same

☽ but sometimes you flirt a little heavier or kiss in front of the other students, mostly just to evoke that look of pure shock and confusion they always have when you do

☽ and of course kaminari will start gloating to mineta. “i bet you’re so jealous. you’re just not on my level to have a s.o, you know?”

☽ he ends up speaking about you more often, explicitly referring to you as ‘my s.o y/n’ every time to the point where bakugou loses it and just yells ‘WE KNOW THEY’RE YOUR S.O YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY IT EVERY TIME!’

❥kirishima eijiro:

☽ kirishima would never want to hide a relationship. shying away from the truth isn’t something he considers to be strong or ‘manly’

☽ but he’ll respect your wishes of wanting to keep it private from your fellow students for the time being

☽ he always treats you like a friend around others, being his usual kind self so nobody suspects anything different whenever you two would be caught alone together

☽ but one evening you and kirishima seem to be the only ones hanging out in the common room and after a whole day of being with friends, you’ve not had a chance to be alone

☽ he tugs you onto his lap as you’re cautious, smiling against your lips as he kisses you

☽ “don’t worry,” he mumbles, hands gripping your hips. “nobody’s going to come down now, they’re all asleep.”

☽ you’re both lost in your heavy kisses, making out on the couch with you straddling his lap and playing with his red hair that you don’t hear the footsteps coming down the stairs

☽ that’s until there’s a loud squeal and you both spring apart, shocked to see mina stood at the foot of the stairs with a huge grin on her face

☽ “oh my god! you two- i cannot believe this!” she cries. “since when? tell me everything- you have to!”

☽ kirishima gives you a weak smile, hesitant about your feelings. he truly wants to come clean, he always has and you know that since mina knows, it won’t be long till everyone will too so you nod, smiling a little as you edge close to him

☽ “it’s only been a few months,” kirishima smiles, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he pulls you into him

☽ mina asks a lot of questions- who confessed to who, your first dates, when did you guys first kiss- that you and kirishima both answer truthfully, laughing and smiling about the warm memories

☽ he’s so relieved to finally come clean, he’s been waiting for this moment for ages where he no longer has to pretend and can just be truthful

☽ he starts to act a whole lot more romantic around you; he’s more caring towards you than he is with his friends and holds your hand whenever you’re both walking around and is truly much happier

❥midoriya izuku:

☽ midoriya would feel shy about his relationship with you. it’ll feel personal and  his sense of inferiority may worry him about revealing it to people so he tries to keep it a secret

☽ not that he’s brilliant at doing it. he always acts a little more flustered around you when other people are around and he can’t control the blush that rises to his cheeks

☽ and whenever people mention you, his green eyes widen, leaving your fellow students narrowing their eyes at him. “what’s up with you and y/n?” to which he’d stammer and practically yell that it’s nothing, nothing at all is going on between you and him

☽ “that was a close one.” midoriya sighs when you’re both hanging out on the grass outside the dorms. “mina now thinks i hate you.”

☽ “izuku, you did pretend not to hear me when i asked you to pass me a pencil in class today.” you giggle to which his cheeks would flush pink as he smiles at you sheepishly

☽ “i’m sorry.” he says earnestly, hand reaching out to envelope yours. you bring it to your smiling lips, kissing the back of it when suddenly there’s a loud gasp

☽ iida and uraraka are stood in front of you both, eyes widened with shock before they’re grinning and rushing over

☽ “you two!” uraraka exclaims. “since when were you guys a thing?”

☽ midoriya is practically beetroot as you giggle, squeezing his sweating hand tighter

☽ “it’s been a little while.” he feels shy about it but after seeing uraraka and iida’s sweet response, how they agree you’re both so cute and look so sweet together, he feels a whole lot more confident

☽ once everyone finds out, he’s no longer shy at all when it comes to you. he becomes the tender boyfriend he is privately in public too, holding your hand, kissing your cheek, hanging out with you in front of other people

☽ midoriya feels even happier when everyone reacts so sweetly- the girls think he’s adorable as a boyfriend and tell you you’re so lucky and the boys tell him he’s so cool for having a s.o

☽ even when midoriya shyly asks bakugou ‘kacchan, what- um- what do you think?” bakugou finds himself merely growling as he can’t find anything bad to say

#bakugou imagines #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #kirishima imagines #kirishima headcanons #kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #kaminari imagines #kamindari headcanons #kaminari x reader #kaminari x y/n #midoriya imagines #midoriya headcanons #midoriya x reader #midoriya x y/n #bakugou fluff #kirishima fluff #kaminari fluff #midoriya fluff #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #boku no hero

[marvelatthetwilight]

Love you more

Feeling in a giving mood so you’ve got two parts posted together! - Addie ♥️

Love you anymore

I think I love you

“I just don’t understand why I’m sitting out here, in the cold. Where is Paul? What’s going on Jared?” Just as Jared is about to speak, Sam appears from the path.

“We had a few issues in the kitchen, so there’s been a change of plans, we’re just going to hang out here until we can get everything ready. How’s your day been Y/N?” Sam attempts to distract Y/N from her suspicions as he catches a glimpse of Kim at the door, giving him the thumbs up.

Y/N doesn’t let go of her suspicions, but she’s excited to talk to her friend about her job, and she chats away about the strange incidents she had helped with that week. She was most fascinated by the different reports of larger than life wolves in the forest, and she shared her suspicions with the group about what kind of animal it must be.

The pack exchange glances, and Jared smirks, about to share his own insight, when Embry returns up the path to let Sam know the animal problem had been dealt with. “Some tourist had let their huge dog off its leash and it ran away, it’s reunited now though so we are back on track!”

“Great, Y/N, let’s head down to the beach now.” Jared says excitedly as he grabs Y/N’s hand and pulls her up from her seated position on the floor.

“I’m assuming the answer is no I can’t go and see Emily and Kim first?” She whispers to Jared, who laughs and shakes his head.

“This will be worth it, I promise.”

Jared holds out his arm to Y/N and they link, walking towards the path, sharing suspicions about the strange animals.

As they near the bottom of the path, Y/N can hear soft music, an acoustic version of her favourite song playing from a small speaker tucked under a tree.

She looks ahead and can see a low table set up on the sand, surrounded by candles, with Paul sat next to it, dressed in a smart shirt and tie.

Y/N’s face flushes, no one had ever done anything like this for her before. She thought carefully, realising that really she hadn’t understood true romance until she met Paul. He made her feel like the most precious person in the world, she felt special, she felt cared for, respected, and loved. Jared squeezes her arm and then turns around, running back up the path, leaving her to walk to Paul on her own, her heart hammering in her chest.

She takes the opportunity to take him in, admiring his face, his eyes gleaming, his gorgeous smile lingering on his cheeks. Oh I love him Y/N thought to herself. There was something about Paul that just drew her to him, and every new piece of information she found out about him just made her love him more, though she hadn’t realised that till that moment. Neither of them had said this to each other yet, and considering they weren’t even officially dating Y/N decided to keep this piece of information to herself, for the moment at least.

Y/N reaches the table and Paul stands up to hug her, pulling her in close, taking in her scent to calm his nerves. This was the moment where he would explain what Y/N really meant to him and he had been planning it all week. Kim and Emily helped him with the logistics of getting her here and making it romantic, but the words were all down to him.

Paul takes a deep breath, letting her scent fill his nostrils and calmness flow through his body. His anxiety and stress had been through the roof all day, so when things had gone wrong he couldn’t stop himself from phasing, he needed to keep calm in this moment, the last thing he wanted to do was phase in front of Y/N and scare her away.

As they pull apart from the hug, Y/N stands on her tip toes to place a quick kiss on Paul’s lips. “I missed you.” She says softly, “where have you been? Everyone’s been really weird with me since I got here.”

Paul rubs the back of his neck. He takes a deep breath, takes Y/N’s hand and gestures to sit down. “From the moment I met you I fell...”

“First course is served!” Seth shouts as he and Colin come bounding down the path carrying plates.

“Seth! Not yet!” Paul says with his teeth clenched and the two younger pack members come to a stop at the table.

“Oh erm, Emily told us to bring them now, should we go back? It’ll probably get cold if we do that...” Seth shrinks back when he sees Paul’s glare directed at him.

“We will go back, Emily can just make new food! It’s fine, everything is fine!” Seth spins on the spot, heading back up the path, but when Colin tries to do the same he loses his footing and drops the plate, food landing in Y/N’s lap.

“Colin!!!” Paul growls, his face flushing and breathing deepening.

“Er, Y/N you need to move. Now.” Seth shouts as he bounds over to Y/N and grabs her arm. This only angers Paul more. Before Seth has the chance to help Y/N leave the beach, Paul is replaced by a massive, dark silver wolf, crouched and ready to spring.

“Get back Y/N, Colin, get her.” Seth instructs as he moves away and phases, a sandy coloured wolf, significantly smaller than Paul’s standing in his place instead.

Y/N doesn’t have a chance to process what has happened in front of her before more wolves appear and Colin drags her up the path to Emily’s house whilst Paul is distracted.

Over two hours passes of Y/N sitting in shock at the dining table in Emily’s house. Jacob, Emily and Quil try to calm her down, making her eat and drink, before she’s finally in a position to talk, and ask questions.

After an hour, Sam returns, and attempts to answer as many of Y/N’s questions as possible knowing that this wasn’t the way Paul wanted things to go so trying to calm Y/N as best he could.

“So where is he now? Is he ok?” Y/N asks after a few minutes of silence. She had run out of questions at this point, still trying to process, but realising that it didn’t matter, it didn’t change how she felt.

Sam smiles at this, knowing now that the imprint bond was in full force.

“He’s ok, Jared took him out to run and calm down. He should be back soon, hopefully.” Y/N nods at this, taking a sip of the coffee in front of her.

At that moment Embry, Quil and Seth come bounding in, smiles on their faces, indicating that all was back to normal.

Jared follows them in, moving to Kim and placing a kiss on her cheek before wrapping his arms around her. Y/N smiles at the interaction, and her heart lines for Paul.

Lastly, a rather sheepish looking Paul steps through the door, eyes immediately searching for Y/N, worrying that she had left. When he sees her his face breaks out into a huge grin, and Y/N returns it, standing up from her seat and moving towards him slowly, worried that too much movement could spook him.

Paul holds out his hand and they walk together back towards the beach.

“Y/N I..,” Paul starts before Y/N interrupts.

“I know Paul. Sam explained a lot of it. But...it doesn’t really matter. It doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

Paul smiles his cheeky smile, “how do you feel about me?”

“I love you Paul.”

They stop walking and Paul turns to face her, cupping her face with his hands.

“I love you too Y/N.”

“I know, but I love you more.”

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[latenightdecaf]

Entry 5 - Good Weather Day

part of let the pile of good things grow series - series masterlist

Previous entry here

Yoongi x reader

Ft. nonidol!bts

Producer!yoongi, roommate!yoongi, soft!yoongi

slow burn romance, friendship, slice of life, series of drabbles/one shots,

a/n: i know it took me such a long time to update this. I even contemplated on just leaving this like this but no, i’ll have to see this till the end. Even i, myself need closure. Anyhow, to anyone who have stumbled upon this I hope you like it.

Word count: 1,700

“Hey.. you run?” he commented as soon as he saw you on your tracksuit and running shoes standing in the living room.

“Yeah… i do.” He looks at you all puzzled. As you make your way to the kitchen and gulped half a liter of water in seconds.

“You just dont get up so early in the morning, my friend. I run and I haven’t run in days and I can’t think—so I have to run.” You continue to babble and looking a far while holding your water mid air “it’s like my head’s all cloudy and the sunlight just wont stream in. And I can’t think….”

He made his infamous tight lipped smile and said, “what are you being so poetic for so early in the morning?” he drank his water and continued to gaze at you.

You let out a small laugh in your own non sense.

“I dont know either. Anyhoo, why are you up…” you paused to eye him from head to toe “and ready to go out? At 7 am in the morning…. who are you?” Not believing your eyes that this, in fact is the man you’ve been living with for months now. He’s not a morning person and you respect that about him.

“I have a schedule to meet with this new artist, for her debut and this is the only time she has and her agency said she really wanted me. So here i am.” You nodded and found an opening to tease him. “Oh, she wants you… wink wink.”

Completely ignoring you like always, he finished his glass of water and grab his keys and turned back on you.

“Arent you going to run?”

“Yeah let’s go.”

Before locking the door behind you, he asked “You sure you have everything?”

Checking your pockets to see, “Yes.”

“Cash? Phone?”

“Check, check!”

“You sure you’re didnt forget anything?”

“Yoongi please.” You irritably answered.

He smiled and locked the door to your apartment. Walking together towards the stairs when you said,

“Thanks for fixing the light bulb by the way… last week.” Gaze fixed he just nodded.

“Are you okay btw?” Surprised by the question, you didnt even realized you both are already at the ground floor and in front of his car. You looked at him puzzled.

“Yeah i’m okay, why won’t i be?” Still looking at you when he pressed on the keys for his car to open.

“Nothing. I’ll go ahead.” He said and be on his way. You waved him bye with a smile and walked away with your airpods on.

Running is the thing you do, when your mind’s all clouded and you can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong either. You ran around the block and into the nearby park. And by the end of it, you were just honestly walking and admiring the view. Thinking to yourself what a good weather day this day is.

Hoping it’ll actually be a decent day indeed.

You went home after a long meeting with a colleague about this new book she’s planning, and asked if you would consider doing the illustrations for her. Of course, you felt flattered and told her you’ll probably need some time to think about it. She respected it of course, and asked you to take your time.

You sneaked in quietly into the living room, and found a girl drinking in her coffee and watching the tv and Yoongi standing by the sofa and watching it intently with her.

Standing behind him, you tapped his shoulder gently and said, “Hi….” Smiling sheepishly.

He smiled at you and you immediately said, “I don’t want to disturb, I’ll just go to my room.”

Before you can even escape, he grabbed your wrist and said, “No, come on. I want you to meet Hyuna.”

The girl, so feminine and soft greeted you with her eye smile and friendly face. You felt almost embarrassed, he doesn’t really have to introduce you. “Hi, I work with Yoongi.” She extended her hand and you shook it embarrassingly and said, “well, i’m…” looking over to Yoongi as you paused, “I’m his roommate.”

You have no idea what are you so shy about, it’s not the first time you’ve met one of his friends. Casually at the same restaurant before, you bumped into each other and he introduced you to Jin and Hoseok. It was fun and casual, but this one felt a little different. You’ve never seen him bring a friend home before and if he did then you probably weren’t home to actually meet them unlike this time.

After the introductions and small talks about the program they were watching and the fact that you were already dying to just go to your room, that is unfortunately across the hall. You opened your mouth to say something, only to close it again. And then after a second you said, “I better get going—to my room.” You wave goodbye to Hyuna, “It’s nice meeting you, Hyuna.”

And before you can move again.

“Why don’t you have dinner with us? I’m cooking.” Yoongi suddenly offered.

‘Well that sounds like a date,’ you thought to yourself. You immediately declined and in sudden panic you said, “No, no, no, no… I don’t want to interrupt. And I… I actually have plans, dinner—with Haneul today. So yeah—I better go get changed.” You hurriedly walked to your room before Yoongi can say anything again.

And as soon you got into your room, you sighed the greatest relief. And wondered why in the world would Yoongi even invite you just to be polite?! It already feels like a date and there seemed like something going on between the two of them. You dont like being caught in the middle of anything that’s why you have developed the habit of lying fast just to get yourself out of situations you don’t like.

And this one is just one of those moments, obviously. So no, you don’t have dinner plans with Haneul. Your original plan for tonight is to actually sleep, but you already said that you’d be out and apparently changing clothes also so that you have to do. With a heavy heart, you’ve changed your clothes after an hour of thinking more ways that you could probably get out of this, and despite that you left the room in defeat.

You went to see both of them in the kitchen, looking at Yoongi’s back as he cooks and her telling him some stories and holding a beer beside him.

‘Aww they already looked like a couple.’ You thought to yourself.

You stopped in the kitchen and quickly told them you’d be going ahead.

And ahead you go, out of the apartment and the sun has just set and you feel really tired after the day you just had. You do have your car keys with you but you decided not to go far instead. So you walked, just a couple of blocks away—your favorite deli just opened a new restaurant beside it and you’ve been meaning to try their food so you thought maybe today’s the day.

You went inside the restaurant, cozy and thankfully enough not that crowded still. You sat by the window, brought out your notebook and ordered yourself a bottle of wine and some oysters. There’s nothing to celebrate but wine is always a good idea. ‘Maybe you can celebrate Yoongi’s love life,’ you thought and that kind of made you smile.

Dinner’s done and as you were just finishing your bottle of wine, and wondering whether to get another one. You thought you saw someone familiar outside, the street’s quite small and the street light’s just adequate. You’re not sure.

You saw this guy, has a black cap on and his back facing you—180 cm in height so familiar and yet so different. He’s with a girl. He opened the door to the passenger’s side of his car, hand covering her head lightly as he guides her inside, gentlemanly. He hurriedly went to the driver’s seat and then the car left.

You laughed to yourself, sipping in your last wine.

‘It can’t be Joon, he doesn’t drive.’ You shake your head to shake those crazy thoughts away and finished your meal and got your bill.

After dinner you stopped by the deli to get some of your favourite sausages and some cheese. Eventually buying ice cream as well to topped off your day. Walked around the neighbourhood for a couple more times before eventually walking back to your place. Thinking to yourself, that you’ve probably given them enough time to themselves and by this time you can just eventually say, ‘It’s late, i’ll probably just turn in’ in case—they would politely ask you for anything.

Bag of groceries in your wrists, hand inside the pocket of your hoodie and ice cream on the other. You went inside your apartment only to find it quiet and empty. Yoongi with his glasses on just sitting in the sofa watching tv.

“Hi” You raised your hands with ice cream to greet him and eventually sat on the sofa.

“What happened to your… date?” Eyes fixed on the tv and still eating your ice cream as you asked.

“It’s not a date.” Yoongi replied

‘Yeah right’ you thought. But you just eventually shrugged your shoulders as a reply.

“Do you have more of that?” Yoongi asked.

Eyes still fixed on the tv, you reached for the other ice cream in your bag and give it to him without even looking.

“I know you like this flavor.”

“It’s okay. I just eat it because you keep buying them.” You turned your head towards him with a confused look.

“Then what do you like then?”

“Nothing in particular, Vanilla’s fine.” Opening up his own ice cream and eyes still fixed at the tv.

You turned your head back, nodding.

You both sat in silence eating some cookies and cream ice cream while watching Batman Begins.

mood board sr: x x

#bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts imagine #bts scenarios #yoongi fics #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #yoongi scenarios #yoongi imagine #bts roommate au #roommate!yoongi #producer!yoongi

[rivalry-trope-enjoyer]

Kaeya x GN! reader: Fake Dating AU

*Started a new series of the Genshin Impact boys as different romance tropes in one-shot form, starting with Kaeya! The list will go on soon and I plan for Diluc to be next. Disclaimer: May be a little bit OOC since this is my first time writing Kaeya. 

The Kaeya as far as you had known has always been a sweet talker that wooed all the people of Mondstadt with a mysterious and alluring charm. You, too, had fallen victim to his hand. 

Unfortunately, being a traveler with no permanent place to stay in all of Teyvat, it was customary to take someone like Kaeya with you on such adventures. You didn’t hate his company; he always loved to crack jokes even if it came with a flirtatious anecdote at the end. He had even already established sweet nicknames for you and even went as far as playfully calling you “sweetheart” or “dove” from time to time. 

Spending time with him casually already seemed like a nightmare for your poor heart, and commissions and tasks were the exact same story. 

This time around you were sent on an errand to take care of some Fatui agents with Kaeya around Mondstadt, the two most capable, arguably, of sneaking around when it came to the Knights of Favonius. 

Around this time relations with diplomats have soured from the incidents that had happened in Liyue, and a lot of secretive moves are needed to take care of the root of the Fatui in Mondstadt. 

The both of you have decided to embark on your journey, in which Kaeya had the faintest of ideas that he had under his sleeves on how to get through with the Fatui. 

Upon arrival you both decide to approach them, careful with how you act and greeted them politely. 

“What is your business with the Fatui?” they grab a blade under their coats as their masked faces pointed to you both.

Kaeya casually approached them and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling your closer causing you to blush instantaneously. 

“I apologize for the intrusion, but my significant other had run a shop in Mondstadt, we sell sunsettias and apples that we farm in springvale and we have gone bankrupt from the unfair trade system of this entire nation!” Kaeya had played his part well, a little too well to make you realize how much he had been acting around you. 

He had shocked you initially with his actions, and you had thought of it to be selfish to hold onto him like this a little longer and to just pretend. 

You slowly embraced him back, which caused Kaeya to flinch initially, but tightened the grip he had on you like a warm embrace. 

“He’s right,” you stated in a sullen tone. “My husband and I, we cannot make an honest living from this, and we had heard around that your code involved economics, so we hope that we can trust you to, even out the scales a bit,” you instantly lowered your head at them with respect and tugged at Kaeya to do the same.

Waiting for a response your heart tensed up ever so slightly, but when you heard a gruff “Fine” coming from the Fatui, your heart soared in excitement. 

“We will avenge your little fruit stand at dawn tomorrow. Mondstadt’s knights will know terror,” she muttered before walking away and signaled for the rest of the Fatui to do the same. 

Kaeya had immediately let go of you and the strong winds of Mondstadt had struck you ice cold. He gave you a flirtatious smile as he held your chin with his index finger and thumb close to your lip.

“You did a great job playing my significant other there, sweetheart,” he continued to call you these playful names that made your heart twinge in confusion and embarrassment.

Realizing his skills when it came to acting, you wondered if the affection that he gave you from time to time as well as this very moment was all a ruse. 

Giving him a sullen face you slowly pulled his hand away from your chin, backing away from him and walking back to the headquarters.

“Hm? What seems to be the matter? Nothing Captain Kaeya can’t fix,” he ran to stand next to you, but you looked away from him, terrified of what he could do next to you. 

“It’s nothing, Kaeya,” you wave him off. “Nothing you can do about it, anyways...,” you mutter the last line to yourself that he had barely heard with his own ears. 

It was difficult for Kaeya to help you in such a depressed state that he had, and thought going about it by giving you space. After what had happened in the past, he preferred for you to have your moments before he’d butt in himself. 

He distracted the thoughts by letting the Knights of Favonius know about the incident and prepare for a raid at dawn. However, when leaving Jean and Lisa had noticed something drastically different about Kaeya’s behavior; a worried look on his face. 

Dismissing it as part of the Fatui’s attack, he had never really felt total fear towards them and knew how easily he could take a couple of their members head on. However, he found himself checking up on you and did not dare step in the bar he loved, knowing that because of his actions he would be the last thing that you would want to see. 

In the mean time you spent a lot of time at the tavern, letting the bard’s music and lively atmosphere drown out your overthinking thoughts, as you waited till the next morning until you had to face the mysterious Kaeya yet again. 

With a sword ready in hand and the other guards at the front of the headquarters, you watched the Fatui approach and soon became no match for the Knights of Favonius, countering the surprise raid with ease.

At first your swordsmanship kept you protected, but upon seeing Kaeya in a distance, you fumbled consistently. Forcing yourself to get back up in battle, he looked back at you, too. Worrying for your safety, a feeling that you would have last expected from him. 

As you took on more of the Fatui agents than you can handle, one had crept up behind you, and aimed a blade towards your throat. 

Fortunately, Kaeya was quick enough to act and knocked down the Fatui with a couple of blows, aiming a sword at their neck. 

“Y/N! Quit slacking off you could have died there,” his normal cunning attitude and mocking remarks seemed to have lessened tenfold.

“What, are you acting about caring about my wellbeing now?” you were fueld with anger as you let it out on the enemy attacking, knocking them out in a similar fashion with swords clashing the blades of the Fatui. 

“Well-” Kaeya parried the shots being thrown at him. “-If you consider me hiding what I’ve felt for so long acting, then I must be the most talented actor in-” he was cut off by quick attacks from the enemy. “-all of Teyvat!”

You were shocked at your statement, and in the heart of battle, yours filled with adrenaline from Kaeya’s words. “Wait-” you continued to battle those in front of you, swiftly putting them out of their misery with quick blows to free room to talk to Kaeya. “-Wait, why now?” you panted out with tire. 

He let out a cocky laugh as he took on more of the agents. “Doesn’t matter when. Doesn’t matter if you thought I was faking it before. What matters is-” he grunted out of pain when he was forcefully hit at his side. “-That I got the message across, right?”

After hours of relentless battle he finally doubled down and the Fatui had retreated, leaving you with minor injuries but Kaeya taking on more than needed. 

Sitting at his side on the battlefield, you grabbed medicine that was strapped to your waist. “Lift up your shirt,” you disregarded what he had said earlier in fear for his wellbeing. 

“Are you sure you don’t need that medicine yourself, Y/N? You’re face is awfully red,” he outstretched a shaky hand to cup your face with a wry smile, his eye shimmering as he stared at you.

Your heart thumped rapidly when combining his previous words of confession and his present actions now. You froze in time to Kaeya’s cold touch and let him be in your company this time around.

“Shut it, Captain Kaeya,” you took out the medicine and poured it over his toned chest, hands shaking from the flustered feeling you had throughout.

“Ouch, who knew that someone without a cryo vision could be so cold to a person with one?” he winced at the stinging medicine covering his wound, and in return you held his hand cupping your face.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered to him. “It’ll only hurt a for a little bit longer before it heals, if it actually hurts at all,” you stubbornly let out. 

He let out another weak laugh. “I wish I was faking it this pain this time around, Y/N, but everything I’ve said on this battlefield is the truth.”

You were silent at this point, working diligently to bandage his wound.

“Holding you had felt like I cradled the world in my arms, even if it was a temporary moment, dear,” his fingers tapped gently on your cheek. “Even if the idea of us being wed was fake, the feeling that significant others would have for each other felt real to me.”

You smiled at his notion, staring into his glimmering eye with the weak smile and face caked in scars and dirt. 

Holding him close to you, you could not help but smile back.

“And you promise that you aren’t faking it this time?” you asked.

He laughed again, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles gently. “I promise what I feel is real, Y/N, and I’d love to show you for whatever days in Teyvat we have left.” 

And in that moment, that fog of mystery unveiled Kaeya’s true nature and colors in front of you in a moment of vulnerability, one you wanted to cherish every moment and label as real. 

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Slumming It | Kevin Atwater X Reader (Chicago PD)

summary: When pulled into an undercover op for the Intelligence Unit, you couldn’t be more excited. The only person who catches your hesitation is your boyfriend. A lot is unsaid in the bullpen, your relationship being one of them.

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“You keep looking at me like that and they’re gonna know you’re slumming it with a uniform.”

Your words were punctuated by the complete zip of the knee high leather boots. But it wasn’t till the hell smacks the concrete of the locker room does Kevin look up at you, unimpressed with your statement.

You tilted your head at him, hoping it aided your humor. All it did was send the little eye contact held fleeting.

“I’m not slumming it with a uniform.” Kevin shook his head toward the ground, until he realized what he just said. “I’m not slumming it with you, either.”

Your hands found the other boot, a sigh escaping your lips at how much the tight fitting accessory is going to fit. “You’re tripping up, Atwater,” It glided up with little effort, giving you the chance to cross your legs and look across the room. “I can see Ruzek getting on your ass already.”

“Can you stop with-”

“Or is Halstead sending a sly smirk at you?”

Your light heartedness has no place in the backlit changing room and even little place in a situation like this. Joking about your boyfriend’s friends finding out about his relationship, with you standing there dressed like a hooker, all while working an undercover op...you should’ve stuck with commenting about how the color of the dress did absolutely nothing for your eyes.

Still, Kevin would’ve found a way to call you out. He was quiet but that just meant he spent more time listening. He was done with your ill timed jokes.

“Sorry.” You bit your lip, knowing you pinched a nerve. You didn’t know what to worry about more - the way you just embarrassed yourself in front of a member of the Intelligence Unit or how you insulted your boyfriend.

You hated that the latter took priority.

You found Kevin’s eyes, too dark to read. But the look he was giving you - an analytical gaze mixed with what looked like frustration with the furrow in his brow - had you resorting back to your go-to.

“We uniforms aren’t used to working anyone other than a partner.”

You could hear the worry in your voice growing as each word entered the space. If the tone didn’t solidify his assumption, the choked laugh you gave did it. Nothing said “Can I do this?” like a meek laugh.

Girlfriends worried.

Cops did no such thing.

Straightening your posture you released your hair held in a tight ponytail. Shaking it out, you offered a smile. “Having your team at my disposal just got to my head for a second.”

Kevin pursed his lips, his arms crossed defensively over his chest. He looked great, done up in his own undercover wardrobe. Of course, his wasn’t as extreme as yours.

You were pretending to be a hooker. Short dress, fishnet stockings and heels that were nearly half your height. And that wasn’t including the heel. You hadn’t looked in the mirror after Trudy bombarded you. The amount of lipstick you could just feel on you made you want to wipe it off.

Kevin on the other hand was just supposed to be him. Tall and handsome, a drink of water to fit in right among the elites of this Hookah Bar you were raiding. Minus the badge, you could’ve sworn this look of a blazer and dark jeans had made an appearance at your front door. As well as your bedroom floor at one point or another.

He walked forward, hands finding your shoulders gently, his eyes pouring into yours. He took your breathe away. Or maybe that was the anxiety creeping up on you.

“We’re not at your disposal. We’re on your side.” You couldn’t help but lean into his palm as it crept up your shoulder. “We have your back.”

“Better you than this dress.”

Again, he didn’t find it funny. You sighed, nodding in all seriousness. “You have my back.”

Giving up on the idea of convincing him with a look of complete and utter confidence (you were saving that for the mission) you strode past him, grabbing the furry white jacket off the end of the bench.

On your way, you gave him some of the rope to tug at.

“That easy to tell I’m nervous?” You asked, slipped the fur over your shoulders.

He followed your steps, the pink handbag looking teeny in his grasp. “You uniforms got no damn poker face.”

You chuckle at that, feeling better with him in a joking mood. It was forced, you could tell by the way his tongue was sticking out between his lips, but you didn’t call it out. Humor came to everybody in their own ways. Yours was easier to cling to.

“Yeah, well without a uniform I’m sure it’ll get better.” You accepted the bag, twirling it in your fingers.

“Better?” Kevin asked with offense. “Gonna be the best. Why else would we bring you up?” He whispered in your ear as you made your way to the garage.

You pretended to think for a second before turning around, tiptoeing backwards and tracing his collar.

“For you to oggle me.”

The sound of the door opening snapped you back to reality. This was work. You might’ve been pretending to be a hooker but you weren’t on the job yet. Definitely not with a colleague who you would never do such a thing with.

Kevin caught the door, holding it open for you. As you walked past you gave your best respectable-just-another-day-in-the-office smile. But upon his next words, it was hard to keep it up.

“Like I’d show them I’m slumming it with you.”

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Slumming it, you were definitely not.

You had quested the expensive dress placed in your locker. Why did a hooker did a $500 piece of clothing that barely covered her ass? Because as a high class hooker, expensive taste breeds....expensive tasters.

Men. With money.

But there was only one man you wanted.

He had money, sure.

But he also had guns.

A whole warehouse and business of illegal firearms. Chicago, ever the “Heart of America” was this guy’s selling point. Everything shipped here and then shipped out.

But a man he was. A man with needs. Expensive needs on short time. Besides, he had cash to burn. Made sense he booked it to this club, paid for a girl, had his way with her, and then was onto a business deal with a couple AK-47s by dawn.

Lucky you, getting a front row seat to it all.

You really hoped all you got was a seat. You really didn’t want to have to go to bed with this guy.

Jay would hopefully make sure of that. Imploring a deal on this guy’s “night out”. Who could resist making some money while spending it on something as pretty as me?

You gulped, remembering your first date with Kevin. He paid for the meal, quoting something similar. He couldn’t believe I had said yes to going out. He insisted on paying.

Tough as nails he was in his bullet proof vest. Beneath it, a teddy bear with manners of every mother’s dream.

“Aye, mami, how you doing?”

You turned to the fourth? fifth? guy who approached you, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. He was security, like every other guy who had hit on you yet, and not your target.

They really thought protecting their bosses wasn’t their job. Trying to catch the runner ups was their priortiy.

“Looking for something a bit better than that.” You heard Ruzek say over the comms.

“She’s got standards,” You looked over your shoulder toward Kevin, posted at a table near by. He sent a quick wink before finishing his statement. “As every girl should.”

“High ones, too.” You whispered.

You knew he was rolling his eyes, more so at you chiming in than your hint at your secret boyfriend’s height, but missed it since your view became full by another presence.

“Hi to you, too.”

Bingo.

You smiled at the man you had waiting for all night. One glance at his opening jacket, shimmering from the gun strapped in on both sides, and you knew this was the one. You’d been studying his face for weeks, of course. But nothing said arms dealer like...arms.

Arms that you felt wrapping around you.

Arms that you had to embrace.

It wasn’t the guy that had you nervous. Or the situation. Hell, you felt fine pretending to be a hooker. You had your team behind you.

You also had your boyfriend watching. That’s what made you resistance to accepting the embrace, taking in the fluttery whispers, and nodding at the invitation to his booth.

It was one thing to go undercover and flirt. A whole other when doing it in front of the one person you were undercover with and wanted to flirt with.

You were a cop first, you reminded yourself as you sat down on the plush velvet sofa. You were a cop, you repeated at lips found your neck.

Where the hell was Jay? Swooping in to make this deal? Get you out of this?

“Hey man, hate to intrude here.”

You froze for the first time at the sound of that voice.

A voice you loved to hear. But not here. Not with some other guy all up on you.

The dealer let his grip loosen on you and as he turned toward the newest addition to the booth you got your first clear look at it.

Your secret boyfriend.

Currently playing an undercover role he was not assigned to. All while you were undercover as a hooker attempting to get in good with a well known criminal.

The rest of the team was having just as much of a frenzy on your ear piece. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jay panicking, not so much as ten feet away.

Kevin must’ve beat him to it.

Something told you it wasn’t the want to be the bad guy. Rather, break up the bad guy and you.

He had your back. Too much this time.

The target felt the same way, attempting to shake him off and coming back to you for more.

Your eyes met Kevin’s - more hallow than earlier - over the shoulder of the suspect. It sent you freezing again. What were you to do? Blow cover to save a relationship just as hidden? Or keep this going and lose something you never would’ve really had?

“I like seeing you work.” You giggled, gently pushing him off of you. Your eyes glimmered with fake admiration (really anxiety bubbling up) but it did the trick. You didn’t even have to use your line about how you would work for him later.

Taking the bait, he spun and began chatting with Kevin.

Unfortunately, he liked his work and play mixing. A hand found your leg, circling your knee. Kevin’s gaze never left the dealer’s but you could tell it was killing him. The toothpick, which had been loosely hanging out his mouth earlier, was now being gritted together so loud you could hear it over the music.

What was more obvious than his clear discomfort? The hand sneaking its way up your leg. No amount of disco lights or smoke from nearby bongs could hide the manly grasp on your thigh.

Even when he lifted your skirt up you couldn’t flinch. He was so close to admitting it all. He’d skimmed the numbers and the details but if Kevin pressed a little bit harder...

“Tell me more.”

Kevin’s eyes had swiftly found the connection on your leg. It wasn’t obvious enough for concern but his tone was. It was distant. Unfocused. Everything a dealer didn’t want in a deal, no matter the environment.

“You don’t seem interested in enough.”

“I am.” You giggled.

Damn. You were too quick to jump. He gave you a disapproving look and you could see it all falling. Everything you had worked for. Gone because you were trying to protect this case more than your real relationship.

“Not as much as me, girl.” Kevin spat.

He caught both of your attention’s, scooting closer. “I want armory. I know you have it. I can swear on the things you’re gonna do to this girl tonight, you can get it to be by tomorrow.”

OK, you weren’t the only one putting work before romance.

The thought scared you for a second but you had more to worry about. Most importantly, the feverish squeeze of your thigh that bloomed from the exciting prospect of a business deal.

The guy said it himself, shaking hands with Kevin and giving all the details we needed for a case.

You were stunned how good this was going. It was all falling into place.

Kevin seemed just as shocked too, sitting there silently...which was very unlike the bold player he was pretending to be.

Of course, no story has a perfectly happy ending.

The fault in the plan, the lack of calling out the safe word to trigger the team flying in.

The word slumming (your choice) barely crossed your mind before the guy’s lips were on yours and he was hurting you with such force.

You felt trapped for what felt like eternity (with your boyfriend looking on at least) but what was really seconds before he was ripped off of you.

“Get your hands off of her!” Kevin threw the guy on the ground, the gun in his belt loaded and aimed at his head.

He looked back at you once his hands were up, breathing heavy. OK, it had messed with his head as much as yours.

A little too much, though.

Because the next thing you knew, Kevin was kicked to the ground and the dealer was grabbing his own gun.

Thankfully, you were wearing a uniform more fit for the job.

In seconds you clashed with the arms dealer, hitting down hard on his hand to realize the gun in his grasp while simultaneously grabbing the other pistol from his pocket. Just as you lifted it up to aim it, Kevin was forcing him onto the booth, hands behind his back.

“Chicago PD!” Had just left your lips as the rest of the team came by. You breathed out, no longer having to play it cool.

Kevin was also given a break when Jay came in to take him away. In two steps he was in front of you, releasing the gun from your hand and pulling you close.

“I’m never letting you out of that uniform ever again.” He muffled into your head before tipping your chin up.

You smiled, cutting the distance between your lips till they grazed his when you spoke. “You can try all you want but I know you love seeing me out of it.”

Kevin pulled your close, squashing whatever space lay between you two.

“Woah, what’s going on here?” Ruzek called out with a holler, bringing you both to reality.

Out of the corner of your eye. you saw Kevin stumble a hand flying over his head as he thought on his feet.

You took a step forward, a hand on Kevin’s chest. “Kevin is slumming it with me, a uniform.”

Laughs erupted from the team, Voight shaking his head.

Kevin saddled up beside you, pulling you close once again.

“How many times I gotta say I’m not slumming it with you?”

“A million. “You shrugged. “I did have to lower my very high standards for-”

You words went unfinished as his lips found yours again.

You didn’t mind, thought. There’d be another undercover case sooner or later. You could tell him then how it was you who lucked out.

The End

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Disney Romance - Brave’s Blue - 200 followers special

@holykillercake swan!!! Sorry for the wait! Thankyou for requesting! You know how much I love Killer, This story took a while for me to get inspiration and actually write it, but here I am with this! Please don’t keep high expectations, I may not reach them.

Pairing : Killer X Princess! Reader

Word Count : 3.6K

Warnings : Nothing but Fluff, a long ass fic written by me!

A/N : Yes Its the Movie Brave! I hope you like it! Its lengthy but please give it a chance! Its the story of our favorite Pasta Boy!

“Princess Y/N, its an honor to meet you. I’m Jason, prince of Goustvania, I’ve heard so much about you and your Kingdom”, Jason said as he looked at you. You both were in your garden which had beautiful plants and flowers.

“Prince Jason, don’t get me wrong but, as this is a formal meeting for suitors, and I would like to keep it that way”, the way you said it, made Jason to gulp. He was not a potential suitor and he knows that. By pulling some strings he made it to the list. There are many princes who wanted to marry you.

You were not only beautiful but were also the princess of the wealthiest Kingdoms. Not even a single death due to starvation was recorded in your country. As marriages are a part of a treaty, if a person could marry you, you’d definitely share your riches to help.

“So, I’ve heard that, your country is really big and has the absolute weaponry with a very powerful army”, she looked at the prince who was scared to even speak to her. But he didn’t want to waste the opportunity.

Putting on his brave smile, he said, “My country is beautiful and definitely has the most powerful machinery”, proudly he ended, only for you to nod in return by taking the silver cup in front of you. It contained the finest tea, which was brewed from the leaves of Assam.

“Prince Jason, but my resources say that your country is in the verge of war with another 5 countries. And in your last war, even though you’ve won, you’ve lost many soldiers. Is it true that you’ve been requiting many soldiers to compensate the loss”, you took another sip of the tea as he gulped.

“I also heard that you’ve already been engaged to princess Lucy from the snow kingdom. I didn’t hear anything about breaking your marriage”, Jason had chills sent up and down his spine because of the questions you were asking. Not even his friends knew about the information of him getting engaged to princess Lucy.

“I suppose that even she doesn’t know that you are here. The partner that I’m choosing needs to be loyal. I’m sorry but you are no longer a suitor. I’ll make arrangements for you to leave this place within a day”, you bluntly said getting up.

“Oh no, Please listen to me. I’ll break the engagement as soon as possible. Just give me anoth-”

“Please don’t make me repeat myself. Ive already made up my mind”, you replied sternly and walked out of the garden without giving him another glance.

You felt your mood was ruined after meeting him. ‘How can people be so disloyal towards their partner?’, you thought as you entered your chambers. It had blue curtains, blue carpets, a big blue bed. Simply said, it was a pastel blue aesthetic with also a touch of white to it. You had twenty minutes time before you had your next job to check the travel and trade matters of the country. You removed your closet before you plopped on the bed and closed your eyes.

Blue always calmed you down. That’s the reason why you wanted your room to be with blue stuff. Blue reminded you of the sky. The peacefulness was what you required in your hectic life as a princess, who is taking care of the country. As the King was feeling sick, you took the job on yourself and took care of the country yourself from the past two years. You knew the kings, princes wanted to marry you because of your country. Everyone was selfish and had the same motive. You were sick of this. You mostly tried not to meet princes and tried to dismiss the proposals. You wanted a person, who could love you and be loyal to you. To love the country as you loved. Would respect your opinions as a queen.

Little did you know, Prince Jason wasn’t happy with your decision. As he went to the house of the witch of your Kingdom. He sat before her and asked her, “I need a potion. A potion which can make a person to change, to go feral, like an animal”, rubbing his hands nervously he looked at the witch.

She asked no questions, just stretched her hand forward. He placed a bag of silver coins in her hand. The old witch went to her cupboard and took out a very small bottle with olive green liquid.

“Mix it in her food and it’ll do its job”, she mumbled and Jason started to return to your castle.

But little did he know, every single potion had a reversing effect. This potion was asked with a person with full intent to destruction, anger, greed. A potion was available to reverse the spell.

“My lady, my lady”, you heard a voice calling you so you opened your eyes and looked at the person before you. It was your butler Heat. You woke up with a groan and asked him, “How long have I been sleeping?”

“It’s been 30 minutes my lady, you are getting late to check the Travel and trades of the country”, he said sternly. You grunted as you sat on the bed.

“My lady, that’s not how a princess should behave and Oh lord!”, he exclaimed looking at the corset on the floor and walked towards the door, “Please dress appropriately”, he closed the door behind him.

“Damn corset”, you cursed as you picked it up. Heat was your head butler and also very skilled fighter. He talked less and worked more, a reason why you chose him as your assistant. He gave wise suggestions and always respected you.

You wore your corset with the help of a maid and went to your office to work again.

Being a prince, Jason easily slipped with the maids into the Kitchen, and saw the tray of food, which was supposed to be given to you, just before Heat could enter the place, Jason added the portion into the tea cup.

Like every day, as you were doing the paper work and Heat placed the tray of food in front of you. You took the cup of tea and savoured the fragrance. Before sipping it, you asked Heat, “Why were you late by 10 minutes?! You know how much I am addicted to tea”, your glossy eyes conveyed how you felt.

“Prince Jason was talking to maids in the Kitchen, so there were a lot of maids slacking off and not doing their respective works”, he replied.

“Is that so, then get him out of the castle as soon as possible”, you ordered and he bowed.

“By the way, don’t even think of skipping the work. Last time I had to do your work because you sneaked out”

“Tsk, how rude!”, you said to yourself as he left. You drank your tea with so much happiness and continued to work. Suddenly, you felt pain in your chest. You placed your hands on your back in an attempt to remove the corset. But even after removing the corset, your pain still didn’t subside. You fell to your knees and panted for air as you closed your eyes. Then suddenly your pain stopped. You opened your eyes and your gaze landed on your hands. Your eyes opened wide.

‘What the hell?!’, You looked at your torso and you noticed that you were not… normal.. You took the fine silver plate with your claws and saw your reflection in it. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You turned into a bear now. ‘But why? How?’, your thoughts were stopped with a knock on the door. Indicating Heat will enter now.

You didn’t know what to do, so you opened the window and jumped down it. If Heat was to see you, he wouldn’t even spare a second glance and Kill you as you looked like a bear and search for you. You slowly climbed down and escaped into the forest by not being seen by any soldier. You ran in the forest quickly trying to process everything. ‘Why? How?’, your questions weren’t stopping in your head.

You stumbled because of a rock in your way and rolled down into the deeper part of the forest. There you tackled some people in your way. You couldn’t stop rolling till you got hit by a tree in front of you. Clenching the side of your head with your claws, you slowly got up. You stood on two of your legs and cursed, “Oh Davy Jones! What have I ever done?”.

“What the hell?!”, you looked to your side and saw that you crushed 4 people and you saw a guy with a mask, standing a few meters away from you.

“Tsk, I hope I didn’t kill them”, you said and again the Mask dude flinched. You both stared at each other for a while before he spoke, “How the hell can you talk?”

Your brain took a few moments to process and then you gasped. “I can talk!!! I didn’t think I could talk! Hey Mask man, can you help me”, you asked and walked towards him only for him to swiftly take his weapons out.

You took a step back and said, “No! Don’t harm me! You don’t know who I am!”, you said as your back hit the tree. You maintained eye contact with the mask and hid behind the tree.

The man was very confused at your actions. He was actually about to fight some people but you crushed them to death. So he owed you one. He asked, “You shouldn’t harm me”.

“I won’t! And you also, please… don’t hurt me”, after hearing your request, he hid his weapons and walked towards you as you also did the same.

“How can you talk?”, he asked again.

“Oh! I am actually not a bear. I am a human, but I don’t know why I became like this. Please help me. I wanna turn back”, you requested.

‘The only reason why I am decided to help is because this bear crushed these jerks. But what it is asking doesn’t make any sense. Its way too much work’, he thought and said, “Too much of trouble. Do it yourself”, with that he started to walk away.

“No! Wait!! Please help me. If I go to any other human, they’ll freak out and I’ll be Killed. I am a human for real. Don’t leave me. If you were turned into a bear, you’d want to be turned back. Please help me, I never begged anyone in my life like this. Please understand”, you said as you walked beside the masked man. ‘Tsk… this stupid bear is kinda right’, he thought and stopped in his tracks.

He huffed, “let’s sit and talk”, he said as he sat on a big root of a tree and you sat opposite to him.

“Tell me clearly. How did you turn into a bear? Did you drink any potion or anger any witch by doing or saying anything rude?”, he asked you and you shook your head no.

“I didn’t even go to any witch and didn’t take any potion”, you replied looking down. “I never thought I’d turn into a bear. I’ve always taken care of the people around me”.

The man before you sighed and said, “Don’t be disappointed just yet. How much time has it been? Since you turned into a Bear”. You looked at him and replied, “Its been 3 hours, if Im correct. I’ve been wandering in the forest from more than an hour, and it took me a while to escape from my house”.

He hummed as he nodded and again asked you, “You said that you didn’t anger any witch but did you anger anyone in particular?”, he asked. You thought for a while and Jason’s image popped into your head.

“I… I rejected a proposal to get married and… the person was really mad at that”, you admitted.

“Did you eat anything, that person gave you?”, he questioned

“But after I rejected, I didn’t even meet that person again. I only got on with my daily tasks”.

“It doesn’t have to be given. Must’ve slipped something in your food”, the masked dude said and got up. He continued, “Let’s go, you must be hungry, Wandering the Jungle all by yourself”

You looked at him with a bit suspicion. ‘What if he kills me and sells my skin or make me a coat for himself’, negative thoughts started to run in your mind and he noticed how you were hesitating.

“Look, I have enough food thanks to the Princess. I don’t have any reason to kill you”, as he said it making your heart skip a beat.

“Okay…”, you mumbled and walked behind him to a small hut, which was inside the forest. Hiding from all the other villages. Apparently, he was a poor armorer, weapons specialist and also a former bandit. So, he didn’t want to be mingled with the villagers. He maintained few connections with some people who wanted customised weapons. Entering into his hut, you were mesmerised by the wide range of weaponry.

“Woah! You seem very talented, why don’t you work for the Princess? I’m sure she would love all your creations”, you said as the man washed vegetables and fruits for dinner.

“No way. It’s the palace. I’m sure there are so many people working for Princess anyway. Also… I’m a former bandit”, he confessed. ‘Why would a princess want a person like me in her castle working for her? I’d scare her’, he thought.

“Tsk… your talent is going waste. You would be really helpful to the army, they have been in need for weaponry and there might be a conflict with another country soon”, you replied as you took the apple and gobbled it in one bite. You were really hungry and were thankful for the food.

“Why are you speaking like you know all the things about the Kingdom?”, those words made you to choke.

“Rumours”, you lied as you drank the water from the jug leaving your claw marks on it.

“I’m sure the Princess will manage those problems in a blink of an eye”, he replied.

“Why are you so sure?”, you enquired only for him to sigh and lean back on the wall.

“Because she made the country enrich and developed the poor villages. Now people atleast can eat twice a day due to her. I became a bandit only because I had no food. But since I get food, I left that. But still some people are angry at me because of my deeds of the past”,”.

“Oh!! We have a fanboy here”, you teased him only him to trying to deny it. Even his neck was turning red because of your teasing.

“Did you see her?”, he replied by shaking his head no.

The next day you he wasn’t in the hut when you woke up. You started to search for him. Then you found him coming back.

“Welcome back! Where did you go?”, you enquired him as you looked at his mask. He noticed that you were walking on your fours this time. But the way you came towards him and greeted him, made his heart warm. He had never experienced such treatment.

“I met a customer to give his order to him. I also asked him about any witches he knew in the area”, he said and your eyes lit up with hope.

“I also met the witch and asked her about this condition, she said its cure able”, he ended and you cheered with happiness and rolled on the grass.

“YAY!!! Will she help? What should be done?”, you rolled again only for him to slip out a chuckle and stop it quickly. He himself was shocked at how you could make his sealed lips to talk more and also to let out a chuckle.

“She asked me to create something for her and in return she’ll give me the potion if she likes what I make for her”, he confessed. Guilt started to form in your heart. About how he had to work for her, to save you.

“I now need to think what she would like”, he said with relief in his voice and walked towards the hut.

After a lot of designs and dissatisfactions, you both started to eat. He cut his vegetables separately to eat them through his mask while you just ate them… well like a bear. Then you got an idea. Even if she was a witch, she was a girl after all.

“What if… you give her a blade, which can be hidden in her skirt?”, you managed to speak. You both noticed that your voice was getting hoarser than it was.

“I need to work quickly. I can’t fail you now. I guess the time is running out”, he sighed and added, “You are walking on your fours too”.

With in an hour the design was ready and the mask man started to create the new weapon for the witch. You went out and played with the butterflies as he made it.

After another hour with the beautiful blade, he stepped out of the place and waved you bye. You managed and said, “Thank… you”.

Now his time was slipping out and he had to be quick. He handed the weapon to the witch and she analysed it for a while and nodded her head as an approval with a satisfied smile. The masked man sighed in relief and took the blue potion which was in a small container. He quickly headed towards the hut in the forest. He had to save you as soon as possible.

By the time he reached home, he noticed that the hut was almost destroyed from the inside with many claw marks and the weapons were thrown everywhere. You were still in the house, emerging from the darkness. It was already evening and the sun was setting. He saw how your eyes seemed nothing like before. They were just like a wild animal. Before he could even think, you punched his face so hard that he flew and hit the wall. His mask broke into pieces because of the force.

Not giving up, he jumped on you and held your face tightly as he wrapped his legs on your waist. Your claws on his body hurt so much. Blood was dripping but he stayed like that. Trying to calm you down and call you.

“LISTEN TO ME! I KNOW YOU ARE STILL IN THERE! I GOT YOU POTION”, he screamed on the top of his lungs, as you tried to throw him away. But at last, you looked into his eyes. He had light blue eyes. Blue, was your colour. Looking into his eyes, you calmed down and stopped struggling. He took out the small container and opened the lid. He slid it into your mouth and patted your head. Soothing you down.

Slowly you could feel the change. The pain was inevitable. But you kept looking at those blue eyes of the man in front of you. That kept you sane and you closed your eyes and fell down on your knees. You opened your eyes, panting for air. You noticed that your hands were back to normal as well as your torso. Suddenly you felt a blanket over your shoulders. You looked up and saw the man with cheeks redder than any tomato you’ve ever seen. Your senses slowly got to you and that was when you noticed that you were… not dressed.

Pulling the covers even closer to you, he stepped away and walked towards the other room. He swiftly came back and handed clothes to you and without looking back he walked towards the main door and closed it.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were… a lady?” he asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were really handsome?”, you replied making him blush even more as you wore his clothes.

He wore a mask and agreed to walk you home. You apologised for messing his apartment. After you reaching your castle, he was absolutely stunned just as the guards at the entrance. He tried to leave but, you didn’t let him go. “Work for me, its an order”, you announced and walked with him still his hand in yours.

Heat was absolutely pissed at your behaviour and was surprised to look at the man beside you. “Who is this?”, Heat asked and you replied, “He is going to be our new armorer, I hired him and I want no objections from you”

“No objections huh? You leave the palace, dump your paper works on me, come back with a masked dude and demand no objections? Tell me what’s his name and where you met him?”, Heat inquired making you gulp. You turned towards him and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Killer”, he chuckled.

“Killer, I met Killer in the forest”, you said proudly to Heat as he shook his head and mumbled, “Unacceptable”. As for Jason, he thought he was scammed and never came across you ever again.

One Year Later

As you handled your paper work Killer stayed in your room to keep an eye on you. His work was exceptional and helped the soldiers to get good results in their weapon wielding. You glanced at Killer and said, “Killer why don’t we get married?”, almost giving the poor man a heart attack.

You knew he was turning into a tomato under his mask. “Killer, we have been dating since a year. Lets get married”, you said as you stood up from your place.

“Yes! Yes Lets get married”, he replied as he fiddled with his hands, head facing down. You placed a hand on his mask and removed it. Pulling him down you captured his lips with yours in a Kiss and smirked at your success. Now you were really marrying a person, who was kind, who was selfless, respected you, was loyal and also loved you to death.

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Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x NB!Reader

Warnings: some angst, FLUFF, and our boys being the best boys.

In which they comfort you after a rough day or week

A/N: im sorry if Izukus section is shorter than Bakugou’s. trying to practice writing other characters. enjoy!

Saturday's are reserved strictly by the majority of the girls from class 1-A, leaving the guys to hibernate inside their dorms as they allow the commencement of girls night. You've never rain checked nor rejected the idea of spending  quality time with your friends, considering all the tribe's and trepidation's everyone has endured together during their time at the academy. It's nice to just strip away the stress and dip your toes in pure relaxation.

Unfortunately, you woke up with a bad case of cloudy thoughts. For the past week you've been carrying the weight of dread, causing your mood to drastically change throughout the day. You'd be having a civil conversation with someone one minute and then the next minute you're completely irritated by their presence. You've tried to balance it out and fix it overnight with the regimes you researched on the internet. A new sleeping schedule, healthier diet, yoga, and even went to the extreme of writing in a journal. It was all so cut throat and prestigious, nothing close to your liking. Katsuki made fun of you for it one day when he snuck into your room and read the many inscriptions in your journal entries.

"This stuff reminds of Deku. Always shoving his nose in that stupid notebook of his," he didn't care much to hear your refutes about Izuku. "Anyways, what's with all this depressing shit you are writing? You don't really feel this way do you?"

You didn't give him a definite answer that day. Only a curt "no" and he resumed rambling about his day like nothing happened, having you listening with his voice like white noise going in one ear and out the other.

And that's how it went on throughout the duration of the prior week before Saturday.

Inside the confinement of your dorm, you made the rational decision to sleep in instead of attending classes. The chilling thoughts kept you up all night, never once allowing sleep to take full throttle. You tossed and turned around on your bed, unable to shut off your brain. So when you woke up in the peak of late afternoon, you weren't surprised to see the unread messages on your phone. All of them were from your explosive boyfriend.

King Explosion🤍: Oi you running late? Mr.Sleepy head is taking roll call

King Explosion🤍: y/n where tf r u?

King Explosion🤍: fine don't answer me ig

King Explosion🤍: are you at least coming down for lunch? i made curry last night and imma make you finish it

King Explosion🤍: fking hurry before dunce face eats it

King Explosion🤍: nvm he ate it 😐

Katsuki never intended for the message to be funny. He's probably blowing actual steams of smoke through his nostrils and ears while chasing kamanari amongst the halls. The comical imagery made you laugh harder. At least he made you crack a smile. You haven't shown any emotions let alone a hint of enthusiasm for tonight.

Maybe it'd be best to sit this one out.

"Hey, we're missing a person! Where's my y/n?" Mina asked after scanning the group of girls huddled around on the carpeted floor.

Momo shifted uncomfortably on the cushioned pillow she stole from the couch. "Y/N said she wasn't feeling too well to join us for tonight. Something about food poisoning and throwing up every hour."

In unison all the girls gasped, along with a concerned 'ribbit' from Tsuyu.

"Well I hope she gets to feeling better. I wouldn't want her to endure such sickness for much longer," Tsuyu croaked out.

Everyone in the circle agreed and promised to pay a visit later in the night to check on you.

On the fourth floor, Katsuki stared blankly at his phone, hands shaking due to the repressed anger he's been holding. Each of the messages he sent previously were all left on read, including the one he sent an hour ago asking if he could have a cuddle session with you before girls night. Yes, even an ill tempered guy such as him enjoys sappy shit like cuddling. After pacing back and forth in his room for a solid 5 minutes, he was now dead set on confronting you in front of your friends.

Katsuki made a beeline for the elevator and aggressively pressed the 1st floor button repeatedly in hopes it'll make the process go quicker. He reached the commons area in precision time, overhearing the girls giggle after someone suggested playing truth or dare. He towered over Uraraka's figure, casting a demonic shadow version of himself in the circle. Hagakure shrieked and clung onto Jirou.

"Where's y/n you extras?" He demanded, voice deafening the brunette under him.

"She didn't come tonight. She's in her dorm room sick," Jirou explained to him as she tried pry the invisible girl off her arm.

"Like hell she's sick!" Katsuki spun around quickly and retreated back to the elevator, mumbling obscenities under his breath. "She's going to pay for being so careless and irresponsible."

The commons room fell silent once the explosive blonde disappeared behind the doors of the elevator, all eyes searching each other in complete shock. Uraraka was the first to speak out of the small group.

“Should we warn y/n that Bakugou is coming for her?”

Jirou averted her gaze to the direction bakugou left off from, a ghost of a smirk spreading on her face.

“Nah. Knowing y/n, she can handle the asshole on her own.”

King Explosion🤍: can i come over? i wanna cuddle, i miss u

The text message kept flashing behind your eyes every-time you closed them - a sad image of Katsuki waiting impatiently for you to reply back with a heart or one of those unusual memes he unapologetically adores. You knew he’d be furious, no doubt about it, but you rationalized your decision and concluded it would be best to avoid your boyfriend like the plague till this undesired feeling dissipates. Katsuki doesn’t do well with people being emotional, let alone handle his own emotions for god’s sake.

Your own thoughts were interrupted by someone raping the outside of your door. The continuous knocks made your head spin, a painful sting ghosting back and forth between your eyes. Remembering back to an hour ago, you messaged one of the girls that you weren’t going to make it to tonight’s session. Surely they respected your wishes and continued on with their hangout? But you forgot about the one person who’s persistent and stubborn like a cat.

“I know you’re in there y/n! You may have fooled your idiotic friends with a lie, but you keep on forgetting you’re terrible at lying!” Katsuki hollers against the wood of the door, not once being considerate of those living above her.

He’s right. You’re absolutely horrible at making up excuses for yourself. Dating someone as intuitive as him will be the death of you.

“If there’s something going can you at least let me in? You can’t ignore me forever y/n.”

Again, he’s right.

You slipped out from the comfort of your bed and padded towards the door, mentally preparing for the blonde to scold you once he enters your room. What you weren’t prepared for was the tears swelling up in the ducts of his vermillion eyes - his hands clenched tightly into fists as he looked down at you. Your breathing hitched when his arm outstretched to rest on the door frame to keep his trembling body steady.

“What the hell y/n? Why the fuck have you been ignoring me?! Did I do something wrong?!” He asked, not caring about his current appearance.

You grab ahold of his other arm and absentmindedly started rubbing it affectionately, trying to coax him into calming down. “Katsuki no! You didn’t do anything wrong! Why would you think that?”

“Because dumbass, you’ve been distant this past week,” he paused, choking on his words. “Are...are you breaking up with me?”

Your eyes shot up instantly at his horrifying assumption. “Katsuki, if I tell you the truth, will you promise not to make things worse for me?”

He tilted his head in confusion, but nodded once you led him into your messy bedroom. Once inside, your boyfriend plopped down on your bed, watching intently as you anxiously bit down on your nails - a nervous habit you picked up at the beginning of the school year.

“I’ve been feeling weird lately. Ever since the beginning of last week. I don’t know how to describe it but, my brain is constantly feeding into my already negative state. Telling me things I know aren’t true but I’ve convinced myself they are. Almost as if a grey cloud is hovering above me,” tears were already starting to pour down your cheeks. “I just...I just feel so miserable and lonely and useless and irritated and- I’m so sorry for ignoring you. You probably want nothing to do with me after this!”

You manage to turn away from the sight of the blonde during your speech, ashamed of pouring out your emotions onto a person who disregards other peoples emotions and constitutes them as a quote on quote “pussy”.

From behind, you can hear faint shuffling nearing your already shaken up figure. A pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a wall that could only be described as his own chiseled chest, doing the same as you did moments ago with his arm - lulling you to calm down a notch before he stared speaking.

“If you been feeling this way, why lie when I asked you a few days ago after reading your journal?”

“I know how you are, Katsuki. You get very uncomfortable when people talk about their feelings. So, why should I be any different?”

Your boyfriend suddenly maneuvers you around in the circle of his arms, shifting to where you’re now making direct eye contact with him. His gaze intense and unwavering.

“Because you’re my girlfriend? I don’t give a rats ass about any of these extras. When it comes to you, I’d make an exception for. I made that promise to myself when we first started seeing each other. So don’t think for a second that I’ll disregard your true feelings, dumbass.” He stepped a couple of inches backwards, ankles eventually hitting the bottom of your bed - making him fall and dragging you along with him. You landed on top of him, head still buried in the depths of his hard chest. The vibrations of his chuckle shook your whole body. Katsuki gently titled your head to be leveled with his, a red tint of blush painting his pallid cheeks.

“I’m being serious though. Don’t be afraid to come to me when things get tough, okay? I love you too much to see you like this.”

Next thing you knew your boyfriend stole your breath away by meshing his plump lips onto yours, hands snaking their way into your hair and carefully massaging it. By all means, you let him have his way with you by kissing the sadness away, tears puddling together cheek on cheek.

He let go eventually, pecking a quick chaste kiss on the side of your mouth before hauling you further into the bed. You settled on letting him spoon you, knowing how much he likes the feeling of your backside pressed against him, and the fruity aroma of your hair infiltrating his senses.

“I promise Katsuki,” you said after some time during the cuddle session.

He shifted in his spot, head placed firmly in the crook of your neck. “Promise what?”

“That I’ll come to you when these thoughts return again. I should trust you by now, and I need to not let these emotions ruin everything in my life. I love you that much.

Your confession swelled the very last evidence of Katsuki being a human being, his heart.

He smiled weakly to himself and nuzzled more into your shoulder, brushing his warm lips against the tender skin. “You better, dumbass.”

-

Today was just so exhausting, and the big fat 'D-‘ written in red ink on your final report was the icing on the cake. To make things even worse, Aizawa reminded the whole class before the exam that this was to determine wether or not if you'll be joining the training camp that'll commence the following winter break.

Hopefully this was one of your teacher's terrible deception tactics into making everyone do their absolute best, go plus ultra even. But to your dismay, he was indeed very serious of the matter this time.

It wasn't your fault, not entirely. You stayed up all night listening to another one of your boyfriends rambles, the conversation lasting till 2 am. Izuku grew worrisome and anxious ever since his encounter with a gruesome villain, thus resulting in him to pour his emotions out onto you. Poor baby kept mentioning the safety of All Might and you.

Solemnly, you left class and trailed back to your dorm room, wanting to ignore the jovial atmosphere inside the cramped room as everyone traded and talked about their scores.

Izuku noticed you leaving abruptly and got up from his desk to follow you behind, bidding a quick goodbye to his friends.

Your room was dark and dramatically colder than usual, a trickle of light threatening to pour in from the cascading sunset. You laid down on your stomach with one of your pillows propped on your head, in hopes to shield away anyone from seeing your ugly-crying face.

Too late because Izuku was already standing outside your dorm room, swaying back and forth on his feet while biting down harshly on his lip. He can hear your soft cries seeping through the door. He doesn't know why he's hesitating, he's your boyfriend after all.

Moments later you hear the acute sounds of someone knocking on your door, followed by the soft spoken voice of your green haired boyfriend.

"Baby? Can I come in? I-If that's okay with you I m-mean! It's alright if you need some space but you left class so early I figured something happened to you and I got really worried because you always wait for Iida and uraraka to walk us back to the dorms as a group and maybe it had something to do with what I was telling you last night-."

You crack the door just a smidge before fully opening it, revealing your bloodshot eyes and tear stained shirt to him. His breathing hitched once his eyes fixated on your disheveled state. 

"Can you comfort me? I need you right now Izuku," your voice cracked a little, throat still tight after the crying session.

His strong, lean arms wrapped around your body momentarily, encasing you into a bear hug. Hugs from Izuku were amazing, no exceptions. He placed a quick peck on the crown of your forehead.

"C'mon, let's get inside and snuggle. How does that sound?" he asked as he unwrapped himself and took your trembling hand, leading you back inside the dimly lit room.

Izuku laid you gently down on your side once reaching the bed, crawling alongside with you before  draping the covers over the both of you. His familiar hands snake around your waist and nudges you to roll over. You obliged and shifted your body to face his, sparkly green eyes staring straight at you.

"Tell me, what's wrong baby? Does it have to do with the recent exam?" his thumb started tracing delicate lines on your hips, your uniform long gone and now replaced with comfortable clothes instead.

"I failed Izuku...I did so terrible on the written exam. I kept falling in and out of sleep during the test that I didn't have time to finish the middle portion of it," you exhaled a shaky breath. "Who knows what'll happen on the practical. I'll probably fail that too...I'm such a failure compared to everyone."

Izuku grabbed the tender flesh of your cheeks and directed your vision to level with his. He looked angry and concerned.

"Don't say that y/n! You're not a failure! That exam doesn't determine wether or not if you're good enough to be a hero. I've seen you in action hun, and I know for a fact that you're possibly the most strongest person I've met in my lifetime! You're ambitious, smart, determined, and so freaking beautiful." He then kissed you tenderly on the lips, his eyes closing slightly due to the contact.

"So...freaking...beautiful." He whispers against your mouth.

His sentimental words were enough for you to push back the negativity and simply enjoy the intimate moment.

Izuku lifted his head away from your face to rest it against your temple. "You're going to do great things, okay? One failing grade isn't going to be the end of the world. Trust me sweetheart, I've had my fair share in failures during our time here in Yuuei. But look at me now, still standing."

You nuzzled more into his chest, tickling his chin with your hair. Faintly, you can hear the pitter patter of his heart beat bursting through his rib cage.

"Would you love me even if I was a horrendous looking-failure?" you were clearly teasing him, but sometimes Izuku became dense when it came to that.

"Y/n! W-Why would you ask that! Of course I would you dummy! I'd love you no matter what."

This time you return the favor and kiss him, knowing how to easily fluster him in seconds. He whimpers into your mouth at the sudden contact and cups your jawline affectionately.

The two of you stayed like that till the moon shone through the balcony curtains, illuminating your skin in a dusty glow.

Lips bruised and swollen red, you laid lifelessly in his arms, letting him wove his scarred fingers through your hair. Izuku would occasionally stop to peck your lips, then resumes his attention back to your hair.

"I'm sorry by the way. I shouldn't have kept you up last night before the exam. I'm such a horrible boyfriend..." he admitted suddenly.

"Yes. Yes you are."

He gasped and stopped his movements altogether, obviously taken aback by your blunt words.

You giggled and said, "Kidding. You're the best boyfriend. Apology accepted.”

After hearing that, Izuku shoved himself onto your chest and let out muffled cry. "D-Don't scare me like that. Almost made me have a heart a-attack!"

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A/N: So, I'm obsessed (once again) with Taylor's Fearless album and I've decided to write one shots of each of the songs. They probably won't be that good cause I'm literally just writing them down and posting them. (No spellcheck, no beta reader, no nothing) I just wanna get back to writing and this came to mind.

SUMMARY: It's been almost 2 years since Civil War. You and Steve have grown closer while on the run, but you can't help missing the roller coaster love you and Tony shared. (Inspired by: That's The Way I Loved You)

I was sitting by the window of my ratty Motel room, simply staring at the wet cobblestones of the empty street barely lit up by two lamp lights. My thoughts kept drowning me, it was a new thing with me when I was alone. I made so many mistakes in my life and now the solitude seemed to bring them all to the forefront of my mind.

A knock brought me out of my stupor and I was instantly in alert, gun out of its holster and aiming towards the door.

"Y/N, it's me and Nat." Steve's voice was heard muffled by the wood.

I relaxed, letting my shoulders fall. I reholstered my gun and unlocked the door, letting both of them step into my room. As soon as I locked the door behind them Steve pulled me by the waist and kissed me. Just a quick peck. I blushed and stepped away.

"I got you something." He smiled and pulled out a packet of skittles from his pocket.

I couldn't help, but smile. "I haven't had these in years not since..." I trailed off not wanting to mention his name.

Steve nodded and kissed my forehead.

"I have to stop by Wanda's and Sam's just to check in. I'll be back later tonight, alright?"

I nodded still staring at the bag of skittles in my hand. Steve opened the door and waited for Nat to walk by first. She stopped beside me and squeezed my forearm making me look up. She gave me her signature side smirk. She always voiced her support. She was mine and Steve's biggest shipper.

After the two of them left, I waited till I couldn't hear their footsteps anymore before collapse on the bed. Once again, while in solitude, I let the memories of my mistakes flood my mind.

It was a few hours later when Steve knocked on my door again. I opened and stepped to the side to let him in. He locked up and once again pulled me towards him by my waist. This time he just holds me.

"I know this life is hard. I know how hard...how difficult leaving was..." He's hesitant with his words, always sensible and caring of my feelings.

I just nod, unable to use words, afraid I'll just start sobbing.

"You know I'm doing everything I can to make this as easy for you as possible, right?"

I pull back and stare up at him. I let my hand caress his bearded jaw as I look deep into his blue eyes. "I know, Steve and I appreciate it so much" I whisper and stand on my tip toes to kiss him.

I fall asleep in his arms that night like many before and again like many times before we have to leave suddenly. Sam is the one to wake us, urgently banging on the door. We'd been tracked and we needed to move out quickly. All of us are out of the building in less that 15 minutes. We head to our cars and Steve opens up my door, helping me step in like a true gentleman.

"You look beautiful tonight." He says with a grin and I roll my eyes with a chuckle and close the door. He jogs to the driver side, and we're all off to find our next hideout.

The ride is long and before I know it I've fallen asleep.

*

"Tony!" I yell as soon as the elevator doors open. "Tony Stark!" I shout once again.

"What!? What!? Why are you shouting?" He asks, coming out of the kitchen. His hair is wet , he's wearing a black tank top and sweats and holding a bag of chips.

"Why am I shouting!? Have you seen the news!?" I yell again. His confused face only makes me madder. The rage is building like the rain and thunder outside like it's mimicking my mood.

"I was showering...so no?" He smiles and that is the last straw. I explode, my voice basically shrill.

"All the news channels are showing the explosion! The one of the building you and the Avengers were in! They don't show you guys coming out of it! I called Tony!"

"Sweetheart, I'm fine. I'm alive." He says like my tone isn't a very obvious clue to my state of mind.

"You didn't answer when I called! You what? Came home, showered and were gonna eat fucking chips! Did you even think to let me know you were okay!?" I couldn't seem to lower my voice even if I wanted to. I was so upset.

"I was gonna call you as soon as I sat on the couch." He excuses.

"Fuck you, Tony Stark!" I hissed and started walking to the elevator to leave.

"Friday close access to the elevators." Tony said as he made his way towards me. I dodged him and made my way to the doors that led to the hall.

"Friday if you could, please." At his command the padlock turned red, obviously meaning they would not open, at least not for me.

We stood a few feet apart, me glaring and him smirking. I must've lost my mind that night because I looked out towards his Ironman platform and made a run for it. He followed me out, both of us instantly soaked by the rain. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to face him.

"Are you insane!? What was your plan!? To jump off of the building!?" He yelled over the roar of the rain.

"You're the one who locked all other exits."

"I was bloodied, bruised and covered in soot and cement and dust, okay!?" His change of tactic threw me.

"What?" My eyes were wide. This whole conversation was an unpredictable rollercoaster.

"That's why I didn't call you. I...didn't want to scare you. I don't want you to worry eveytime I go save the world...So I came here, hid the suit, cleaned up and then I was going to call you."

"I always worry about you, Tony."

He sighed and looked away from me. I'd always known his fear. He lost Pepper because she couldn't handle his Ironman life, so he tried to keep me out of the loop thinking he was helping, but it wasn't.

I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around him. "Call me. It helps me to know how you are. Even if you're bleeding out." I said locking eyes with him

He chuckled. "I'll be sure to do that. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, you insufferable man."

And with a laugh he kissed me in the rain at 2am we were so in love back then.

*

"We're here." Steve's voice roused me up from my dream, or more like memory.

"Where is he? I mean 'here.' Where is here?" I ask still groggy.

"One of Nat's safe houses." Steve fills in and starts unloading the car.

I'm not sure if it was the dream, but the memory of Tony crushed my mood. Steve must've noticed my shift because he asked if I wanted to sleep alone tonight and I agreed. They're so different that sometimes it's shocking to me. Steve respects my space, Tony was always there even when I didn't want him to, but always needed. Steve has never made me wait, Tony was known for being late. I started telling him the wrong time to try and trick him into arriving on time. They're opposites. Steve gets along so well with Nat who is basically my sister, while her and Tony were never the best of friends. Steve is just charming and endearing and even while being on the run for almost 2 years he's managed to make me feel comfortable. But I can't help it, I miss Tony.

It's while sitting on my bed alone, opening my bag of skittles that the tears come as I remember him. I fall asleep, sobbing that night.

*

I had been sitting in the couch for an hour. Dressed amazing if I may add. Heels and everything which I hated and he wasn't here. He was always so late and I was more than frustrated. I heard the elevator doors open and I didn't even glance. I was gonna strangle the man.

"I know I'm late. I'm sorry, I was--"

I interrupted his apology "Let me guess, you got tied up in the lab? Again."

"Actually no."

His answer suprised me and I turned to glare at him, but my eyes widened when I saw him holding a huge jar full of red skittles.

"W-what is that?"

He smiled and walked closer to me, setting the jar on the table next to the couch.

"I know you only like eating the red ones so ta-da."

I laughed. "Are these the reason you were late or are these a gift to make up for being late?"

"A little bit of both? I forgot to pick the order up earlier today...cause I got tied up at the lab...so I went to pick them up after and that's why I'm late."

I sighed and kissed him. "You drive me insane."

"But that's the way you love me." He teased.

I nodded and kissed him. That's the way I loved him.

*

As I sit outside with Steve, leaning on his chest, I can't help but wonder if he knows. My smiles aren't real, and I've gone numb over the months. I barely feel anything anymore. The numbness worsened after we started whatever this is. Steve has always been looking for someone to fill the emptiness since Peggy and conveniently I needed a balm for the pain of losing Tony. We weren't in love, or at least I hoped he didn't love me...because my heart doesn't feel anything anymore.

*

"You're...you're siding with him?" The crack in his voice made me wince.

"Tony, I can't sign the Accords."

"Why not!?"

"You know what being under the governments control has done to me!" He knew of my past, of the millions of tests I was subjected to, the betrayal, the rules that were only there to hurt me. I'd confided in him every dark moment.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "We need to be held accountable." He repeated to me what he'd said at the conference room.

"I know, but not like this. Tony--" I went to touch him and he flinched away. That simple move broke my heart.

"If you side with him, it'll break us."

"Tony..."

He locked eyes with me, begging me to stay, but I didn't. I couldn't and I lost him.

*

I had decided that morning that I needed to talk to Steve. He was my friend before we became anything more and even if it meant making our runaways situation awkward, I needed to be honest with him. I couldn't keep sleeping wrapped in his arms. He needed to know that my heart belonged to Tony. He needed to know that I spent my days dreaming up plans of how I could see him without getting arrested. He needed to know that I looked for him in every person we passed by. He needed to know...or at least I needed to tell someone. I took a deep breath and started walking towards him when a ring broke the peaceful morning silence.

He looked at the number on his burner phone before locking eyes with me. "It's Tony."

#tony stark x reader #tony x reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #tony stark imagine #ironman x reader #ironman imagine #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #post civil war

[lazychickensoup]

Do a daisuga (or whatever you want) hero/villain au were the super hero (daichi) and the villain (suga) are roommates but keep there "jobs" a secret so neither of them know that when they make up excuses to go out and fight their nemesis that the other is doing the exact same thing. After battles they go home and make up excuses on why they're covered in bruises and such, only realizing that they're fighting each other when one of them finally catches the other and pulls off there mask.

𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠

𝐴/𝑛: 𝑖𝑚 𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐼𝑤𝑎𝑜𝑖. 𝐻𝑂𝑃𝐸 𝑈 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝑈𝑇 𝐵𝐶 𝐼 𝐷𝐼𝐷 𝐴𝑁𝐺𝑆𝑇

𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑆𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜!𝐼𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑧𝑢𝑚𝑖 𝑥 𝑆𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛!𝑂𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎

𝑇𝑊: 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑆𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝐴𝑁𝐺𝑆𝑇!!!

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“Iwa-chan I’m home.” Tooru swings his keys around his finger letting it fly off into the miscellaneous bowl by their front door. He was met with silence meaning his roommate wasn’t home yet. He stretches and groans while heading to the bathroom to bandage up. Another day, another loss in his book. He doesn’t know how but his nemesis, Chroma, defeated him in every battle for the past 5 months. He was starting to get tired of it as well. He needed to figure out a way to defeat Chroma so he can show the world that the hero system is corrupted and broken.

“Oi dumbass I’m home.” Tooru walks out of the bathroom to greet his roommate. Both their eyes went wide when greeted with the sight of bruises and cuts all over each other.

“Hajime what happened this time? You never come home in this bad a state.” Tooru rushes to get the bandages and first aid kit. He sits Iwaizume down letting his fingers trace over each bruise examining them. Hajime cups Tooru’s cheek grabbing his full attention.

“You know firefighting can get rough, don’t worry about me. What about you though? Looks like you’re boxing matches didn’t go well today did they?” He kisses the top of Tooru’s head and grabs the bandages. Tooru stands up letting him treat a huge cut on the side of his torso.

“Never a dull day in the ring babe. Although my opponent was surprisingly strong today. Caught me off guard.” Hajime finishes wrapping the bandages and pulls Tooru’s torso toward him to rest his forehead on it. Tooru runs his hands through Hajime’s hair hears quiet sobs and tears on his stomach. They sit in silence for a while holding each other.

“You know I hate your job,” Hajime says lifting his head up meeting his lover’s eyes.

“I know. I would say the same for yours but it’s more respectable than mine.” Tooru laughs but Hajime’s face remains sad. “I’m sorry, I promise I’m fine though. I’ve gotten used to it.” He leans down to kiss Hajime. “Let’s make dinner. They had you out there late tonight.”

---

After they had finished making their dinner Tooru jumps on the couch and turns on the tv. Flipping through channels one by one he stops on a new report of the battle from earlier.

“Once again Hero Chroma has defeated Ero, but this time was much more intense than their previous battles. It would appear that Ero has stocked up on some gear that quite literally defies the laws of physics. It has been reported that Chroma once had trouble standing back up but powered through-” The channel had switched off.

“News is not dinner TV Tooru.” Hajime places the remote on the coffee table after turning on a movie.

“Sorry. Seems like that guy Ero really roughed up Chroma this time.” Tooru pridefully speaks.

“Yeah, it sucks though. Ero getting stronger is dangerous, Chroma won’t be able to fight him forever. I’m scared that if Ero ever wins, all hell will break loose.” Hajime sighs taking another bite.

“You think so, huh.”

---

“Agh! How the heck did he get stronger?” Chroma asked himself while dodging flying pieces on debris. ‘If I keep this up my suit will run out of power. We’ve been fighting for 4 hours and he can keep going. When did I become so weak?’ he thinks.

Ero continues to whip loose concrete at Chroma till one piece finally hits him. He jumps to victory and launches himself over to what he thought was an unconscious body.

“Well well, looks like our little bicker has come to an end hasn’t it, Chroma.” Just as Ero reaches for his rival mask Chroma presses a button on his upper chest releasing shock waves sending Ero flying backward. He catches himself mid-air hovering high above the buildings. Chroma flys up to him giving distance between them.

“Our ‘bickering’ won’t end till you are behind bars Ero,” he yells watching closely to predict his next move.

“Why would it be such a bad thing if I win? You’re getting weaker friend. Maybe under that mask is an old man. That would explain why you can’t grasp the reason why I need you gone. If that’s the case then why don’t I explain it in simple terms old man? See, I want a world that is disposed of hero’s, nothing more. No ruling the world, or having disciples. Just a world free of oppressing, high and mighty, people like you. The hero system is corrupted. You all want the glory now, you don’t do it for the people. That’s why you will be the first one to go Mr. “top of his class, high rankings at a young age.”

“Yeah, well for one I’m no old man, and two I vow not to lose cause I know if I do, all hell will break loose.” Ero quietly gasps at his last few words.

“I’m scared that if Ero ever wins, all hell will break loose.”

It was too soon to be a coincidence. He feels tears sting his eyes as he looks down. ‘Hajime?’

“Haj-” Just as Ero calls out Chroma slams into him. Forcing his body from high altitude down into the ground at impossible speed. As the dust cleared there was a crack in Ero’s mask. This time Chroma was the one reaching for the mask. He lifts it off to find a crying man. A man he had never imagined being behind that mask. His lover. Tooru Oikawa. Tooru stood there too shocked to move as he had already found out who his rival had been.

“T-Tooru, I-” he takes off his mask revealing himself. Hajime Iwaizumi. He drops to his knees with tears streaming down his face. His heart aches. Physically aches. “I loved you. I trusted you and this whole time you-” he couldn’t find his words.

“Hajime. I don’t know what to say either, but please don’t say loved.” his voice breaks and he takes deep and heavy breaths. The impact from being slammed into the ground did a number on him. He knew that the words he was saying now. The breaths he was taking. It’ll be his last ones. Hajime crawls over by his head seeing blood coming out of his mouth and nose. At that moment he had realized what he did. He cries out, starting to beg whoever was listening for help. There were news reporters and police but they kept their distance as told. Hajime strokes Toorus hair. “You know the only reason I started doing this is because of you.” Tooru croaks, coughing up blood.

“Wha-why for me.”

“Well not that I knew you were a hero, but when we first moved in together and you would come home all bruised up from “firefighting” I couldn’t take it. Me being under the impression that the only reason that was happening to you was because of heroes and their carelessness when fighting. None of them were ever held responsible. Every day I would wait on the couch for you to come home begging that whatever happened that day didn’t kill you.” he confesses reaching out his hand to hold Hajime’s face. “I’m sorry Haj if I would have known…”

“Shut up.” Hajime interrupts holding Toorus hand that was placed on his face. “Don’t act like a hero now you idiot. I didn’t need your protection. I needed you to be safe. This is way worse than boxing you know. Look where your stupid thinking got you. We need to get you to a hospital.” he cries harder holding on to Tooru’s hand for dear life. ‘I can’t lose him. I don’t care about what he’s done. I need him to be okay. Please stay for me.’

“Hajime, I love you. Please don’t blame yourself for this. Please move on and be happy okay?” with that Tooru’s body relaxes and his hand falls numb in Hajime’s.

“No...please...NO.” Hajime cries out holding Tooru’s body in his arms cradling him. He kisses his forehead and holds him tighter.

“...I love you too.”

---

After the fight was over and some questioning was done Hajime was finally allowed to go home. He enters the dark apartment flipping the lights on. He turns on the Tv and news headlines flooded many channels.

“Hero Chroma (Hajime Iwaizumi) Defeats his rival Ero (Tooru Oikawa) only to find out by the public that they were lovers. Many have mixed emotions about this situation. More on this later.”

‘Shittykawa. You’re such an idiot.’ he walks over to the fridge that had a note on it from Tooru.

‘Another big match today! Wish me luck my Iwa-chan. I love you.’ Hajime slowly peels the note of the fridge tears drips down onto the paper making wrinkled spots. Sitting down on the bed in his once shared room, he holds the note and a picture frame of him and Tooru doing victory poses from one of their games in high school. He stares for a while, not moving or crying just staring. He walks into the bathroom into the cabinets. He’s not thinking clearly, who would be at a time like this? He has a numb expression, body moving in slow motion, but tear still streaming down no sign of stopping. He mindlessly grabs a bottle and pours the substances in his hand. Looking at the picture one last time he smiles and whispers.

“We’ll be together soon my love.”

#iwaizumi angst #iwaoi #tooru oikawa angst #iwaoi angst #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #oikawa tōru #iwazumi hajime #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu angst #haikyuu au #🥢🥡.ask #🥢🥡.drabbles #🥢🥡.mutuals

[words-for-holland]

Apple Tree Kisses | T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: The boys take Y/N out for apple picking on their day off. Much fun. Much cuteness. And lots and lots of apples.

A/N: So maybe another mini installment of fall adventures with Tom? Well see how it goes. Hoenstly dont even know I feel about this one lol.

“We’re going apple picking this fall right?” Y/N asked the boys as they all sat down, scrolling through their phone in their cozy Berlin suite. Neither letting out an answer, as they all sighed in unison.

“Right?” Y/N asked again. “Tom, right?” She playfully shoved his shoulder hoping to grab her boyfriend’s attention. Y/N could easily see the slight smirk that grew on his face. Of course, Tom was never one to ignore his girlfriend, but he loved to tease her when it came to doing things she really wanted to do. In all the years they’ve been together, he knew Y/N was the most indecisive person in the world but when she knew what she wanted...she knew exactly what she wanted and would go the distance to get it.

“Mmm I dont know Y/N. We might be busy.” He chuckled, his pink sleeves engulfing Y/N in a cozy bear hug.

“Cmonnn. It’ll be fun. We cant miss it this year. It’s tradition.” She reasoned.

“I know Darling. Soon. I promise.” Tom gave her a chaste kiss on her slightly chapped frown, which slowly turned into the smile he always loved to see.

Needless to say, soon came a lot faster than Y/N anticipated. As she wrapped up a few emails from work, Tom, Harry, and Sam stood before her, leaning over the table, giving the Goofy Holland smile. “Whats up with you three?” Y/N giggled.

“We’re going on a trip. So you better get ready.” Sam answered as he walked away.

“Better hurry up before we leave you.” Harry joked around as he made his way out as well.

“I do suggest you wear something cute. I mean, you always look cute. You’re perfect, but Im just saying that red plaid shirt you got in the closet...just does things to me.” He groans, making his way to their room to get ready as well.

Y/N playfully rolls her eyes and scoffs out a chuckle. Of course all the boys finished up before her as they head to the car waiting for Y/N. She appears, wearing Tom’s suggestion with a white top undeneath the plaid shirt and black leggings, opening the door and sitting beside her giddy boyfriend, who was smiling from ear to ear. He sported a denim jacket and pants with a white shirt underneath and navy blue baseball hat, much like his character Arvin from Devil All the Time. Of course Tom very well knew, this look did things to Y/N after the first time she saw the film with him, making comments about how hot he looked as a southern bad boy. “Well you’re looking mighty fine there miss.” Tom flirts, displaying his southern accent for Y/N.

“Why thank you kind sir. You’re not too bad yourself.” She responds back, smirking at his comment. Tom leans in quickly to give her a small peck...only to go back in for another. And another..and another...

“Ugh, can we save the flirting and snogging till after the car ride. Please. Im trying to keep my lunch down for the next hour.” Harry groaned in the front seat.

“Sorry Harry.” The love birds mumble as they sit in their respective seats.

For those wondering, Harry did indeed survive the hour drive while keeping his lunch in tact. The group arrived at the German apple orchard called Alstead farms where they were dropped off at front.

Y/N took in her surroundings. Seeing the fall foliage, with autumn colored leaves sprinking the walkways, the sounds of the busy stands of food and fresh produce, the smell of freshly fried apple cider donuts it reminded her exactly why fall was her favorite season.

“Cmon darling, you’re supposed to be day dreaming about me not those apple cider donuts.” Tom teases as he grabs her hand in his.

“Trust me mate, I wouldnt blame Y/N if she was. Those donuts were absolutely amazing..” Sam muffled as he shoved another donut in his mouth.

“Oi, you already got yours?! And didnt even bother to share?” Harry questioned as he tried to grab the crumbled bag of sugary goodness.

Sam rolled his eyes at he reluctantly lent his last donut to his brother. The four grabbed their wagon, maps, and bags, ready to gather as much apples as they could. They went row by row, picking up macintosh, fuji, honey crisps, and empires. They tasted each one closing their eyes in delight, and scrunching their faces with ones that werent so sweet.

Harry took pictures of the surrounding and as he turned around he was given the perfect angle to capture a sweet moment between Tom and Y/N.

The two had their hands interlaced as they admired one tree with golden hues on the apple. Tom leaned in towards Y/N’s ear as he told her a funny apple pun, kissing the top of her head. When Y/N turned around to hear the clicks of the camera, she proceeded to cross her eyes and stick her tongue out.

“Thats attractive.” Harry comments with a hint of sarcasm as he looks through his camera. They all knew how camera shy Y/N got when she was aware of her picture being taken. In her words, posing for the camera while acting natural, made her feel like an awkward deer that’s about to get run over over....Dont ask, its a long story. “Okay, wait the lighting and this tree is perfect though. I want you and Tom up on that tree.” He commanded as he pointed at the sturdy tree with curly branches.

“Uhh...you sure about this?” Y/N asked, in an apprehensive tone. “What if I fall?”

“Oh c’mon darling you know I wont let you.” Tom said as he grabbed her hand to reassure you. “I’m not gonna let you fall. Ill hold on to you the entire time.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Sam, hold the apples for them and I’m begging you to please not eat my share.” Harry groaned at the thought.

Tom and Y/N had situated themselves on the tree not as high up from the ground as they had anticipated. At first they took a photostanding up. Tom towering over her as he stepped onto the higher branch, one arm hanging on the branch above him and another holding onto Y/N’s hand. They smiled and looked into each others eyes completely forgetting that they were on a tree and Harry was taking their pictures. Y/N took his navy hat and placed it on her own as they laughed. Tom licked his lips at the sight and couldnt help but to lean in, “You look so hot right now.”

“Oh god, stop you know thats not true.” Y/N giggles as her cheeks are tinted with a light pink blush. Tom continued to look at her smiling, and buting his lips. He really couldnt contain himself when she was acting this adorable. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me.”

Tom laughs out loud at her comment. “But I kinda do...like everyday.”

“TOM WERE IN PUBLIC!” She squeals covering face.

“Okay love birds, stop the flirting and give me one more pose. If you can manage just kiss each other without falling, I think it’d be perfect.” Harry instructs.

“Dont have to tell me twice, brother.” Tom replies as he looks down at Y/N, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Tom he said kiss not snogg, dont get any ideas. We’re in public!” Sam yelled out.

“You three are such debbie downers, I swear.” Tom pouts.

“Yeah yeah, come on lover boy.” Y/N says curling her index finger to gesture him to lean forward. Tom happily accepts, as he leans down pressin his lips against her soft glossed ones. They stayed like this for sometime, feeling the slight tingles that came with it. Slowly...so very slowly did they pull away, but only for Tom to come in for two small pecks...three...well maybe four...Okay five but that was it.

“Wow...these actually came out good.” Harry said atonished by how well he captured the sweet moment between his brother and Y/N. Tom who was very excited to see how their came out, jumped down from the tree as he made his way towards Harry. Meanwhile Y/N took her time trying to make sure she didnt completely fall off the tree. Sam was watching Y/N as he had his phone recording her. He didnt think there would be much but knowing how clumsy she was anything was game.

She was barely 2 feet off the ground, but for some reason it felt like the empire state building. “Wha-Okay.” She speaks out as she takes a leap of faith. Y/N sticks the landing, she walks toward Sam, Tom, and Harry with confidence that only lasted 0.5 seconds.

Thump

“WHAAA.” Y/N sqeuals, as the branch hits her straight on the face.

While all three boy were heavily concerned, they couldnt help but laugh so hard at what happened to poor Y/N.

“IM SO GLAD I GOT THAT ON VIDEO.” Sam yells out, tears of laughter streaming down his face.

“My god that was priceless. Please send that to me.” Harry says emoting the same expression as his twin brother.

“Darling, are you okay?” Tom says stifling a laugh, as he checks her precious face. “How did you manage to hit the tree?”

“Honestly I dont know.” She cries laughing. “These things just happen.”

“It’s okay.” Tom places feather light kisses on the corner of her eye. “C’mon lets get you an apple cider donut.”

“This is going on instagram I hope you know that.” Harry yells out as the couple walks away.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader

[mageofseven]

Hi there! Congratulations on the 100 followers!! I'm really happy for you! If you don't mind, I would like to submit a request ^_^ Could you do the brothers reacting to an MC who is really sympathetic towards them? Like the brothers could tell a sad story or just look down one day and MC starts tearing up and goes over to hug them while spouting words of reassurance to them. Thank you :3

Aww this sounds really cute! Of course I'll do it!

Also, thanks 🥰 I'm so happy happy that this blog has hit such a milestone and I'm really grateful to all of you guys~

Spoiler warnings: Year One spoilers in Lucifer, Beel, Belphie, and Satan's sections, Chapter 32 spoiler in Asmo's section

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Lucifer:

Really isn't the type to open or talk about any issues he has so it'd take a very long time for MC to get such a moment with him.

When the moment does come, I'd imagine the sad story involving the day he lost Lilith. Maybe one day he's feeling oddly sentimental and wants to tell MC in detail about the day that eventually led to their existence?

His eyes went wide when he realized they were crying thought.

"You..." They sniffled. "You really gave everything you could for your sister till the very end."

When they they flew their arms around him, the demon could only sigh and pat their back.

"I did not tell you that story so you could pity me."

"B-But... you're always giving your all; not just for Lilith then, but for your brothers too. You bear so much responsibility and work so hard... you have so much on your shoulders that no one ever even acknowledges."

"I don't need it to be acknowledged; I just need my brothers to be safe and taken care of." He tried to pull back to look at them, but they tightened their hold on him.

The man sighed and squeezed back, realizing that his words won't really sway them.

It was strange... having someone care about his wellbeing and acknowledge his hardwork. It had been a long time since anyone had done so.

The man just felt odd, a bit uncomfortable, but... appreciated it nonetheless.

Mammon:

Honestly, it was probably after the millionth time his brothers ganged up on him for no reason.

MC had snapped, finally having enough of it all and screamed at them to just stop, to just for once leave Mammon alone.

The second born rushed to their side.

"Oi! It's no big deal--"

Gaaah! He couldn't handle their tears with all of his brothers watching!

He quickly dragged MC to his room. When the door clicked shut, he pulled them into a hug.

"Whaddya doing this for, Human? I'm fine..."

"But they're ALWAYS giving you shit, even for things that aren't your fault... and I hate it."

The tense demon was struggling to figure out just what to say to calm them down.

"Yeah, yeah, I know... but it's better this way, believe me."

"Better than what?" The human pulled away to look up at him.

Oh devil... they'd probably just cry more if he explained, but he honestly felt cornered by the sobbing human.

"I... look, it's just better if they say shit to me instead of to each other, got that?"

Just like he thought, MC's tears started spilling quicker. Panicking, he led them to the couch and pulled them in for a tighter hug.

"You don't need to go crying for me..." He mumbled. "I mean, it's the nothing The Great Mammon can't handle."

He struggled to tell them so, but it meant a lot that they cared about him. The man couldn't say he could think of a single other person who'd shed tears for him.

Honestly made him wanna shield them from those moments for now on though. Whenever his brothers start talking shit, he tried talking over them and finding a reason for MC to leave the room.

He's glad they care about him, but he never wants to see them cry again if he can help it.

Leviathan:

In contrast to Mammon's situation, what probably broke MC with Levi was his own negative talk about himself.

He rushed to his Henry's room to when he had gotten his new game shipped from Akuzon

But when the human turned down his offer to play with him, the Avatar of Envy deflated, muttering about how they probably have a million things they'd rather do than spend time with dirty no-good otaku--

!!!!

They. Were. Touching him!!!

"Please... don't talk about yourself like that anymore." They teared up as they hugged their friend.

The third brother's brain was just short circuiting. He was getting... affection???

Eww, gross... keep doing it

...is what he'd be thinking if they weren't crying!!

"Please... just remember that I know you're better than the things you say about yourself." They told him. "I know you're a kindhearted, smart, and passionate person and I really want you to see that too."

The human got him tearing up too.

"O-okay..." He mumbled.

Satan:

For this brother, the moment would have taken place when Satan told MC how he was born and how he felt that he had to gain knowledge so he could feel worthy of being respected and didn't want to be dismissed as a person just because of how he was born.

It was towards the end of his story when he noticed MC start to cry.

Before he could ask, however, the human launched themselves at the blonde.

"You don't have to do that..." They buried their face in his shoulder. "You have nothing to prove to anyone."

Satan raised an eyebrow at this. He wasn't quite sure what to say. It has been a lot time since anyone tried to comfort him or hug him.

The last hug he recieved was probably from Beel or Asmo when he was a child.

"Satan?"

The man sighed and wrapped his arms around them as well.

"I'm honestly not sure how to respond to that... thank you though."

The fourth brother just felt odd at the human's comfort; it simply wasn't something he was used to nor did he really know how he was expected to react to their care

But... he also had no intention of rejecting it.

Asmodeus:

For Asmo, it was around the time of the Bloody Moon event, the day of voting to be exact.

Asmo was nervous about the contest and was worried about losing to Lucifer.

After watching the demon snap at Luke when the poor boy just wanted to help him, MC pulled the fifth brother aside and gave him a hug.

"It's okay." They told the demon. "I know you're gonna win because you worked so hard for it. Even if you don't though, I'm still right here for you. Always."

The demon teared up a bit and squeezed the human back.

"Awww, Doll!"

The man really appreciated all the support MC had given him throughout this period

And the fact that she cared enough to comfort him while he was at the lowest made him feel so touched.

This is why they're his favorite person; they're always there when he needs them.

Beelzebub:

It was when Beel told them about the day he thought his sister died.

An archer on his Father's side of war was ready to shoot and Beel had to choose whether to protect Lilith or Belphie

Causing his sister to be shot in her wing and fall from the Celestial realm.

When hearing about the guilt he felt from not being able to protect his sister, tears spilled down MC's cheeks

And Beel pulled her in for a hug.

Of course Beel would make this into something he had to comfort them about.

"Hey. It's fine." He rubbed their back.

"No, it's not." The human sniffled. "You've carried this guilt for so much long than I've even been alive... but you shouldn't. It wasn't your fault."

"MC--"

"No." They pulled back to look up at the big demon. "You didn't shoot the arrow nor did you start the war. It was never your fault and... I don't think your sister would be happy if she knew that you blamed yourself for it."

It'll take a lot more to erase hundreds of years of guilt but...

He was really glad that he could talk to them about this.

Most of his brothers weren't good with emotional talks nor could they handle talking about Lilith.

To have someone he could turn to with this topic... it meant everything to him.

He hugged the human close for a while and thanked them for this talk.

Belphegor:

Belphie apologized for... ya know... the Incident™️

MC had learned along the way that he essentially did all of it because he never really healed from his sister's death

And he wanted so desperately for someone to blame.

While Beel blamed himself for Lilith being shot, Belphie blamed himself for her life being put in danger to begin with.

It was his own interest with humans that got her involved with them

But he couldn't handle the weight of those thoughts so he put so much energy into redirecting his self-hatred at humans.

Finding out his sister lived a happy life with the human man she loved after he thought she died, finding out that MC descended from his sister... it was enough for the weight of his actions to truly hit him.

That's why he apologized to MC

And why MC understood it all too well.

The human hugged him close.

"I'm sorry you suffered for so long..." They said softly. "I won't hold any of it against you; I just want you to heal and be happy."

The seventh brother froze. After everything he did to them, they could still say something so kind to them?

...they really did come from his sister.

The demon knew they were different people and he didn't confuse them for Lilith

But he still felt they inherited his sister's kind heart.

Not that he said any of this aloud, of course

But having MC with him, who not only tried to understand him, but even held him close to comfort him from the long standing pain in his heart...

He was just grateful for them.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc

[dirtyoatmeall]

Blueberries (Kaminari Denki x Reader)

A/N: :0 I know what you're thinking, another fic so soon?? I'm trying to go through my WIP's before starting anything else, and I have about 38 ideas and about 15 wips, so... yeah. Hopefully I'll get more out soon!! I wanted to say thanks in advance, this blog is a few followers away from 100, which is insane to think about. I really appreciate all of you for reading my work and liking it enough to follow. I hope you enjoy what the future holds!

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x Reader (gn but refences to makeup, so probably fem leaning?), Established Kiribaku

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Language, I think that's it

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“I don’t know Kiri, finals are coming up soon, and my anthro professor has been up my ass-“

“It’s one fucking date, it’s not like it’s a week long excursion in the mountains, Jesus” You rolled your eyes at Bakugo’s interruption, sticking your tongue out at the angry blonde. Before you could argue with him, Kirishima spoke.

“Katsuki is right (Y/N), it's just one night! If you don’t enjoy it, then that’s that! He’s not the type to make things awkward if they don’t work out, I think you’ll have a really good time.” You sigh, you could never say no to the red head. “I guess it is just one night.”

He smiles, big and excited while Bakugo just rolls his eyes. Kirishima whips out his phone, furiously typing. “Great, I’ll let him know, you guys are having dinner at 6, I’ll text you the location, you two will meet there, just in case. There’s already a reservation, so when you get there just tell them your name and they’ll take you there.” Your eyes widen, you only have a few hours to get ready and psych yourself up for the date. You pack up, grabbing your drink as you get ready to leave the café. Kirishima wishes you luck and you head back to your apartment.

You met Kirishima Eijiro in your first year of college. You were in the same intro to history course, which was required for all freshmen to take. The two of you were paired together for a group project and became quick friends. You learned you both lived in the same dorm building (the only gender neutral dorm building on campus) and soon enough the two of you were inseparable. Though you hadn’t been able to meet his friends besides his boyfriend, Bakugo Katsuki, due to your busy schedule. The following year the three of you got an apartment together close to campus. You were a student full time and also worked full time at one of the coffee shops on campus, so even though you’ve known the two of them for two years now, you still had yet to meet all of their friends. A few had come over during your weekly movie nights, but there were still one or two you haven't met yet due to conflicting work schedules. One of them being your date for the evening.

You sighed as you stared at your closet, wishing the duo had returned to the apartment with you to help than staying at the café to study. You looked up the restaurant you were meeting your date at. It wasn’t fancy, thank god, and you pulled out your favorite outfit that fit the dress code and quickly got changed. You finished your hair and makeup with a few minutes left until you had to leave, spending them sending pictures to the group chat for approval, making sure your shoes matched your outfit and your socks weren’t pulled up too high. Kirishima sent a thumbs up emoji and a compliment and you were out the door, triple checking the stove was off even though you hadn’t used it today, gripping your keys nervously as you locked the door and made your way to your car.

The drive was short, and you spent it listening to your favorite songs of the week that hyped you up, turning the volume up and singing along as you tried to calm your nerves. It’ll be fine, its just one dinner. The date is what you make of it, go in with a positive attitude and an open mind. You repeated your thoughts like a mantra, thoughtlessly mouthing along to the song playing as you pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.

It wasn’t dark yet, the summer sky just turning a soft orange, but the streetlights were on nonetheless, illuminating the almost empty lot. You pulled into a spot next to a seemingly empty car, checking your phone once you parked.

It was 5-till, and you flipped down the mirror to check your makeup, applying lipstick and double checking the contents of your purse. Wallet, keys, lipstick, pepper spray, makeup wipe, EpiPen, breath mints, tampon, condom. You nodded as you ticked off each item in your mind, you had everything you needed, your phone was fully charged, and you looked good. You exhaled, you got this, you smiled to yourself as you got out of your car, double checking it was locked before turning to walk towards the restaurant, only to stop when you noticed the man standing in front of you, smiling nervously when your eyes met.

Your eyes widened slightly and your hand instinctively sought out the pepper spray in your purse, keeping it hidden for now as you took a half-step back. Noticing your wariness, the blonde’s eyes widen frantically, holding his hands up defensively as he takes a few steps back, widening the space between you. “Ah, sorry! You’re (Y/N) right? Kirishima showed me a picture of you a few days ago, I’m Kaminari!”

You relax immediately, your lips curling into a sheepish smile as the apprehension leaves your features. He relaxed as well, bringing his hands back to his side as he took a step forward, making sure to still give you room. “Oh! Sorry, you just startled me there. Kirishima did not do me the favor of letting me know what you looked like beforehand.” He nodded in understanding as you approached, joining him on the sidewalk, much closer this time. You noticed a faint tint to his cheeks as you head into the restaurant, and you were already glad you agreed to go on this date.

_

You laugh, only to choke on your drink, coughing and hitting your chest before laughing even harder. You took another sip, grinning at the blonde sitting across from you. The two of you got along great, you had a similar sense of humor and plenty of shared tastes. It had been over an hour, but it felt like you just got there. You roll your eyes playfully at his joke about ‘giving you something else to choke on’ replying that an inch or two isn’t enough to choke you. You snort at the mock-offense on his features when you excuse yourself to the restroom.

When you return your empty plates are gone and Kaminari is smiling smugly. You raise an eyebrow and narrow your eyes jokingly. “What did you do now?” He scoffs, “You act like I did something bad! How you wound me so!” You roll your eyes at his dramatic cry, still waiting for an answer. “Well, I’ll have you know I took the liberty of ordering your favorite for dessert.” The smug look returns and your eyebrow joins the other in surprise, you lean forward, resting your chin in your hand as you watch the blonde.

“Oh? And what might that be?” Kaminari smirks and says with unwavering confidence, “Blueberry cobbler, duh.” You have to cover your mouth to keep yourself from laughing too loudly. His eyebrows pinch slightly, not sure of your reaction. “Who told you that? Bakugo?” You say it jokingly, but his silence is enough of an answer. You wince slightly, not expecting it to be true. You sigh and smile amusedly at the blonde across from you. “I’m allergic to blueberries Kaminari.”

He blanched at your words, a mix of embarrassment and mortification crossing his face. “Please tell me you’re kidding.” You smiled sympathetically and pulled your EpiPen out of your purse. “’friad not. But don’t worry about it! It’s sweet that you asked them about what I liked, really. I can bring my share of the cobbler back with me, I’m sure they’ll eat it.” To make matters worse, the waiter brought the dessert out as you comforted him, and smiled apologetically at the waiter when Kaminari asked for two boxes and the bill. You were worrying that he was too embarrassed to continue the date, thinking of ways to get back at your roommate when his hand touched yours gently, bringing you out of your thoughts. “I figured we could get some ice cream? Non-toxic this time I promise.” You grin and nod, shoving your card toward the waiter when he comes back, much to your dates dismay. “You can get the bill next time.” You say with a wink, as if you weren’t about to go to another location.

After dropping leftovers off in your cars, the two of you walk a few blocks to a creamery, getting your respective ice cream cones and then walking to the nearby park, sitting on the swings. You gently swing as the two of you talk about random things, almost dropping your cone multiple times from laughing. After treats had been consumed and wrappers discarded, you head back to your cars, walking closer than before.

You brush shoulders a few times before you loop your arm through his, hugging it to your chest as you tangle your fingers with his, glancing at him to make sure it was okay. You flush slightly when you catch him looking at you with an adoration filled gaze, he clears his throat and looks ahead, squeezing your hand in reassurance.

You arrive at your cars all too quickly, and you untangle yourself from him, kissing his cheek gently as you thanked him for tonight. You happily exchange numbers before parting ways, and you sigh when you close the car door, starting your car. You glance at the box in the passenger seat, grateful for the otherwise deadly blue fruit.

#my writing #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #boku no academia #boku no hero imagines #boku no hero academia #kaminari denki #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #kaminari x you #kaminari x y/n #denki x you #denki x y/n #bnha denki #denki kaminari #kaminari denki x you #kaminari denki x reader #kaminari denki x y/n

[themetaphorgirl]

I asked for cute and cuddly things so I could write something adorable!! I tried to combine as many as possible!

@therestisconfettis​ : “the psolc babies making a pillow fort!!”

@birds-are-better-than-you​ : “My brain immediately goes to people actually listening to him talk instead of cutting him off, but thats just rooted in sadness”

@fragolinaa​ : “I just want people cuddling him, maybe someone who hasn't yet like Emily or Dave?”

@purpleturtle31extra : “Spending an off day exploring music together! Like showing him songs that remind you of him or a certain memory..”

anonymous: “cute cuddly idea: u mentioned Emily and Dave getting Spencer legos. Write a little thing of a rainy day or whatever and everyone’s just chilling building random shit with legos and then there’s gonna be Spencer actually building something with proper ratios and actual potential urban planning and everyone else is just like “hmm... I have built something vaguely resembling a plane”

anonymous: “omg cuddly mom alex?? maybe spencer napping with her and he has a nightmare??”

I hope I touched on everything!! I think I captured at least a little bit of everything!!!

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“Hey,” Emily said. “Are you feeling okay?”

Spencer dragged his fork around his plate, his chin resting heavily in his hand. “I’m not hungry,” he said dully.

“This is your last day to eat whatever you want,” she pointed out. “Go get something sugary. Donuts or something.”

He shrugged, and she bit back a sigh. Everyone else had left on Wednesday afternoon to spend Thanksgiving break with their respective families- literally everyone, even Hotch- and while they’d had a nice Thanksgiving at James’s house, and she was enjoying having her room all to herself, she and Spencer had been left behind, and the kid was moping like it was his job. She was starting to figure out that while he liked doing things on his own, he needed the security of knowing that everyone else was nearby.

“I guess I’ll go get some chocolate milk or something,” Spencer sighed, sliding down from his chair. 

“See? There you go,” she said. “Treat yourself.”

As soon as he slid down from his chair and trudged away she pulled out her phone.

the cause of hotchner’s headaches

9:09am

You guys need to help w the kid hes so sad i dont know what to do

James texted back first, which didn’t surprise her.

doctor james, medicine man

9:10am

Is he okay? 

the cause of hotchner’s headaches

9:10am

HES SAD I CANT HANDLE IT COME HELP ME

spaghetti grandpa

9:11am

He’ll be fine. He knows everybodys coming back today right?

the cause of hotchner’s headaches

9:12am

HE IS SAD NOW COME OVER

She set her phone aside as Spencer walked back up to the table with a carton of chocolate milk in his hands. “Can you open this for me, please?” he asked. 

She did and handed it back, but he didn’t drink it. “How about we go watch a movie or something?” she suggested. “While we’re waiting for everybody to get back on campus. That’ll be fun, right?”

He shrugged. “I guess,” he said. “What time is it?”

“A little after nine.”

He scrunched up his face, calculating. “Who do you think will be back first?” he asked.

“I don’t know, babe, we’ll have to see,” she said. “Drink your milk and we’ll get out of here.”

He sighed. “I don’t think I want it anymore,” he said. She shot him her best impression of Alex’s mom look. He rolled his eyes, but he drank it anyway.

Outside the dining hall it was cold and gray and dreary, rain falling just steadily enough to be irritating. She pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and made Spencer put his purple galaxy-print raincoat on over his his sweater before they walked down the steps. 

“Do you think the weather will ground planes?” he asked anxiously. 

“Your guess is as good as mine, squirt,” she said. “It’ll definitely rain all day, but I don’t know if it’ll affect planes. You’ll probably know better than me.”

He said nothing, but he slipped his small hand into hers. She squeezed back gently. The kid had been perfectly well-behaved the whole time she’d been left to watch him, but it was frustrating to see him so sad and quiet and droopy. She didn’t think it was possible to be homesick for other people, but Spencer definitely had a bad case of it.

They settled in the common room, but the cozy space seemed cavernous and empty without the rest of the group. Spencer left his coat and his shoes in his room and settled into Alex’s usual spot on the couch, leaning on the armrest. 

“So what do you want to do, kiddo?” she said. He raised and lowered one shoulder. She huffed. “I’ll just pick something then.”

“Nothing scary, please,” he said, his chin resting on his folded arms.

“No, don’t worry, I learned my lesson,” she said. She grabbed a Star Wars off the shelf- she wasn’t sure which one it was, but she figured she couldn’t go wrong with something sci fi.

“Hotch’s plane lands at eleven, right?” he said as she plunked down on the opposite end of the couch.

“I think so,” she said. She reached over and ruffled his hair lightly. “Stop overthinking, you’re going to blow a fuse in there. Everyone will be home soon, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worried,” he mumbled.

They got about halfway through Star Wars (she still wasn’t entirely sure which one it was) when they heard Dave and James on the stairs. “Hey, guys!” Dave called. “We’ve got presents!”

Emily paused the movie. “What do you mean, presents?” she said. “What’d you bring me?”

James and Dave each held large plastic tubs that they dropped with heavy clatters on the floor. “Spencer, you’ve been having fun with the legos we got you for your birthday, right?” James said.

Spencer raised his head. “Yeah,” he said slowly.

“Well, we decided to dig around for our old lego collections you can have your own giant collection,” Dave said. 

He slid off the couch. “Really?” he said.

“Yeah, absolutely,” James said. “Go get yours, we’ll put them all together.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up. “Okay!” he said, darting off to his room.

“Oh my god, thank goodness you two are here,” Emily said. 

“You know, you said he was sad, and I didn’t believe it till I saw him,” Dave said, wrenching the lid off the first bin. “He looks like a deflated balloon.”

“See? I wasn’t lying,” Emily said. “Poor kid has been moping all week.”

James checked his phone. “Hopefully everybody will get in without any problems,” he said. “Alex texted me a little bit ago and said they delayed her flight by an hour.” 

“Oh, yikes,” Emily said. “She’d better get back here soon. And don’t tell the kid that, he’ll worry more.”

Spencer ran back into the room with his legos. “How should I organize them?” he asked. “Color first or size first?”

“How about we, you know, build something?” Dave suggested as he sat down on the couch. “C’mere, passerotto, I think I have all the pieces to the batcave.”

“Ooh, which version?” James asked as Spencer sat down on the floor in front of Dave.

“I don’t know. I think I built it once when I was Spencer’s age and then never touched it again.”

Emily leaned over James and scooped up a handful of plastic pieces. “What are you going to build?” she asked.

“Hey, don’t copy me!”

They worked on their projects mostly in companionable silence, sometimes absent chatter. Rain continued to tap at the windows. At least Spencer seemed distracted at last, focused on his projects.

Lightning cracked, white light shining through the window for a brief moment, and everyone jumped; Spencer knocked over one of his structures. “Holy shit,” Emily said. “That was terrifying.”

“You okay?” Dave asked, touching Spencer’s arm lightly.

He nodded, leaning against Dave until he lifted him onto his lap. “Do you think everybody’s okay?” he asked. “Planes can’t always fly in this sort of weather.”

“I’m sure everybody’s fine,” Dave reassured him. Spencer bit his lip, still staring out the window. “So what have you been building?”

“Scale model of campus,” he said. “Well, it’s not exactly to scale. But it’s pretty close.”

James held up a lump of legos. “This was supposed to be a plane,” he said. “But it doesn’t look particularly aerodynamic.”

Spencer laughed. “What kind of plane is it supposed to be?” he asked. “It looks like an off-kilter Cessna.”

“I don’t know. Just...a plane,” James said. 

“I’m trying to see how tall I can build this thing without it falling over,” Emily said. “Not much success yet.”

“I’m sure you know, caro,” Dave said, poking Spencer lightly in the side. “How tall is the tallest lego structure ever?”

“The tallest one is in Milan, it’s a hundred and fourteen feet, eleven inches tall,” he said. “The previous tallest was just a hundred and fourteen feet tall, in Budapest.”

“Milan, hm?” Dave said. “Maybe I’ll go see it next time I’m over there.”

“There’s one in Tel Aviv that was built to be four feet taller but-”

Lightning cracked again and Spencer jumped. Dave rubbed his back lightly. “It’s okay, it’s just a bad storm,” he said. It was too late, though- the attempts at distraction had failed, and Spencer was clearly back to worrying, the corners of his mouth tugging down.

Dave looked over at Emily. What should we do? he mouthed. She shrugged helplessly.

Thankfully, right at that moment heavy footsteps echoed on the stairs. Spencer raised his head. Please let it be one of our group, please let it be one of our group, Emily thought fervently.

A tall figure in a rain-soaked coat made it to the top of the stairs, almost terrifying for a split second, but he threw back his hood and shook his head. “Jesus, that was a nightmare,” he said. 

Spencer scrambled to his feet and ran towards him, nearly kicking Dave in his haste. “Hotch!” he shrieked, throwing his arms around his waist.

“Hey, kiddo!” Hotch said, bending to hug him. “Hey, careful, it’s raining really hard out there, I’m drenched and I don’t want you to get wet.” 

“How was your flight?” James asked.

Spencer, undeterred, still clung to Hotch; Hotch ran his fingers through his thick short curls. “Unbelievably shitty,” he said. “Flights were getting canceled left and right, it’s just storming bad everywhere. If I hadn’t gotten such an early flight, I might not’ve made it back.”

“That’s what we’ve been worrying about,” Emily said. “And when I say we I mean Spencer.”

Hotch tugged him back so he could see his face. “Hey, stop worrying,” he said. “Everybody will get back eventually. I promise.” 

“I can’t help worrying,” Spencer said. “What if everybody’s flights get delayed? What if something happens to their planes. What if-”

Hotch scooped him up. “Hey, I think the dining hall’s open for lunch,” he said. “Anybody else hungry? I didn’t have time for breakfast before my flight and all they gave me was one packet of pretzels.”

“They stopped giving away peanuts because of allergies becoming more common,” Spencer said, leaning his cheek against Hotch’s shoulder even though his coat was soaked with rain.

“Yeah?” Hotch said. “How about you go get your coat and your shoes, okay? I’m starving.”

“Okay,” Spencer said reluctantly. Hotch set him back down on his feet and he ran down the hall to his room.

“I am so glad you’re back, Hotchner,” Emily said, sweeping her lego tower back into the bin. “He’s been so sad with everybody gone.”

“I can tell,” he said. “Has he been like this the whole time?”

“Oh, yeah,” Emily said. “I’ve barely been able to get two words out of him.”

“Even when they came over for Thanksgiving he wasn’t talking much,” James added.

Hotch sighed. “I didn’t even think about this,” he said. “Poor kid.”

Emily’s phone buzzed. “Oh, it’s Penelope,” she said. “I’ll put her on speaker. Hey, Pen, how’s it going?”

“Terrible!” Penelope said, her voice crackling over the line. “I made the flight from California to Texas for my layover, but they canceled my connecting flight. It’s storming too bad.”

“Oh, yikes,” Dave said. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she sighed. “They have me booked for a flight first thing in the morning, and the airline is putting me up in a hotel for the night, but it’s so frustrating.”

“I’m sure,” James said. “Stay safe, okay? Do you need anything?”

“Are you kidding? The hotel has like a million channels and room service, I’m doing great!” Penelope said. “I’ll call you guys in the morning before my flight, okay? Talk to you soon!”

Emily sighed as the call ended. “Well, that’s one down,” she said.

“Penelope’s not coming?”

Spencer peeked out of the hall, his rainboots on and his coat dragging from his hand. “Yeah, her connecting flight got canceled,” Dave said. “But she’s safe, and she’ll be on a flight tomorrow, okay? So don’t worry.”

Judging by the way he pressed his mouth together, he definitely was worried. Emily pushed herself up from the floor. “Let’s go get lunch, okay?” she said. “Before Hotch starves.”

The rain had gotten decidedly worse, coming down in heavy sheets and flooding patches of the courtyard. Her umbrella helped a little but not much; Dave complained loudly the entire walk over. Spencer stayed glued to Hotch’s side, clinging tightly to his hand even once they made it to the warm safety of the dining hall. 

Hotch pulled Spencer’s hood down as they got in line. “What do you want?” he asked. 

“I’m not hungry,” he said.

He frowned, then covered Spencer’s ears. “Emily, be honest,” he said. “Did he eat while we were gone?”

“Not for lack of trying,” she said. “I kept putting shit on his plate and he barely touched it.”

“Did he just eat ice cream and candy?”

“He didn’t even want sweets. Or coffee, even.”

Hotch’s frown deepened. “Well, shit,” he said. He dropped his hands to Spencer’s shoulders. “Okay, kid, you have to eat something. If you don’t pick, I’ll pick for you.”

Spencer shrugged. “That’s fine,” he said. 

Hotch met Emily’s gaze, eyebrows raised. “I told you,” she said. 

She followed Hotch down the cafeteria line as he filled up two plates. Spencer stayed so close he ran the risk of getting stepped on, his small hand clinging to the hem of Hotch’s jacket.

Dave and James had beaten them to their usual table, and neither of them looked particularly happy. “Bad news,” James said. “JJ just called. Her parents rescheduled her flight. They were worried about the storms, so she’ll be here tomorrow afternoon.”

Emily glanced over at Spencer. “But she’s okay?” he said anxiously.

“She’s fine, caro,” Dave said. “And she’ll be here tomorrow.”

“What about Derek and Alex?” he asked. “Have they called? Or texted.”

“Not yet,” James said. “Maybe they’re already on their flights, though. I”m sure we’ll hear from them soon.”

Hotch set the tray down on the table, then picked Spencer up and set him down in his chair. “They’ll be fine,” he said. “So how did Thanksgiving go for you guys?”

Even with their attempts at changing the subject and trying to draw him into the conversation, Spencer seemed to sink further into himself, his legs tucked up under him and his chin resting in his hand, his plate still mostly untouched. Emily couldn’t blame him for being sad. All week it had been just the two of them in the nearly-deserted dining hall, and even with the boys there it seemed wrong without the rest of the group- Penelope shrieking about something that didn’t need to be shrieked about, Derek regaling them with stories from football practice, JJ’s pretty laugh bubbling over, Alex keeping the peace and stopping cups and plates from getting knocked over and tilted onto the ground.

Hotch didn’t make much headway getting Spencer to eat, but at least he ate a little bit, and their little group braved the storm to get back to Lincoln House. “What have you guys been up to?” he asked as they settled in the common room again, coats and umbrellas hung up to dry.

“Legos,” James said. “This was supposed to be a plane.”

Hotch laughed. “Yikes,” he said. “I’m glad you’re not planning on going into engineering.”

“Yeah, probably for the best,” he said ruefully. “I-”

“Hold on, hold on,” Dave interrupted. “Did you guys see the group chat?”

Emily fumbled for her phone. “No, I didn’t, I...oh.”

“What’s wrong?” Hotch asked.

“Derek’s flight got canceled too,” James said. “He says it got delayed and he sat on the tarmac for three hours, but they pulled everybody off the plane. His mom’s already picked him up, so he’s fine.”

Emily glanced over at Spencer. He curled himself up smaller, his knees tucked up to his chest, chewing on his thumbnail. “But he’ll be here tomorrow?” he said. 

“Yeah, he’ll be here tomorrow,” Dave reassured him.

Spencer lifted his head. “Can we call Alex?” he asked quietly. 

“Yeah, of course,” Emily said, immediately pulling Alex’s contact info on the screen. “Here, kiddo. Just press-”

Lightning cracked, and with a sharp pop the common room went dark.

“Holy shit!” Emily shrieked, the phone falling from her hand.

“Did a fuse blow?” Dave said.

James got up and looked out the window. “Well, judging by the other buildings on campus...I think the power’s out everywhere,” he said.

“Well, fuck,” Hotch said.

Emily raised an eyebrow. “Watch your language!” she said in mock horror.

“Oh, shut up,” Hotch said good-naturedly. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait for the power to come back on. Spencer, do you want to go ahead and call Alex? She’ll probably be glad to miss the power outage.”

“I think the tower’s down too,” Spencer said in a small voice. “There’s no signal.” He held the phone back out to Emily. “Thanks anyway.”

She reached for the phone, and as the lock screen flickered she caught the faint mark of tears on his cheek. “Oh, no,” she said. “Oh, fuck. Spencer, don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying,” he said, but there was a distinct wobble in his voice.

“Spencer, it’s going to be okay,” Hotch said. “The power’s going to come back on, and everyone will be home soon.”

It was too dark to see, but she could hear Spencer sniffling in a valiant effort to keep form crying. “I know,” he said. “But I-”

Hotch picked Spencer up and placed him in Emily’s lap. “Stay here with Em for a second,” he said. “James, Dave, come with me.”

Spencer dropped his head against Emily’s collarbone as she wrapped her arms around him. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Don’t be sorry,” she said. “It’s been a rough week, dude. You didn’t get to go home and see your family, and you miss everybody. And you’re worried because of the storms. It makes sense.” She kissed the top of his head. “And now we’ve got all this power outage shit. But it’ll be okay.”

Hotch dumped an armload of stuff onto the nearest armchair. “Thank goodness for Penelope’s illegal candle stash,” he said. 

Emily twined one of Spencer’s short curls around her finger. “What’s with all of the pillows and blankets?” she asked.

In the dim light she could see Hotch grin. “We’re going to make a blanket fort,” he said. “C’mere, Spencer, I could use your brain for this.”

Emily set Spencer on his feet as James and Dave brought in their collections of pillows and blankets. She busied herself lighting candles and placing them in safe places around the room as Spencer directed the older boys in their construction. He seemed to perk up a little bit with something to focus on, especially as they let him be in charge.

“Okay, I’ve made some blanket forts in my day, but this one is pretty cool,” James said. 

“That’s because Penelope has about eight million blankets and they’re all soft as baby puppies,” Emily said as she crawled into the fort. “I claim the blue pillow!”

All five of them fit comfortably inside, the interior lit with a string of battery operated fairy lights, also taken from Penelope’s room. Spencer nestled himself between Hotch and Emily. “Are we going to tell Penelope that we borrowed all of her stuff?” he asked. 

Hotch handed him his favorite blanket. “I think if we leave the fort up till she gets back, she won’t mind as long as she gets to hang out in here,” he said. 

“What should we do?” Dave asked. “Power’s still out, and there’s no wifi either.”

“Oh!” Emily said. “Okay, I’ve been trying to get you to listen to this album for weeks. Now is the perfect time! You’re a captive audience.”

They took turns passing each other’s phones back and forth, listening to different songs in the comfort of the handmade blanket fort, playfully arguing over each other’s tastes in music as the warm glow of the fairy lights cast soft shadows. Spencer seemed a little less tense now, snuggled safely between Hotch and Emily with his blanket hugged to his chest.

She hadn’t kept track of time, but it was at least two hours before the power switched back on, the overhead lights suddenly way too bright after the dimmness of the tent. “There we go,” Dave said, sitting up and checking his phone. “And we’ve got signal again!” He stretched his arm over James and Emily to hold out the phone to Spencer. “Here, passerotto, see if you can call Alex.”

He took it eagerly and tapped at the screen to bring up her info, but his excitement faded almost instantly. “It went right to voicemail,” he said. “Thanks anyway.”

James scrambled ungracefully to his feet. “Hey, since the power’s back, who wants to watch a movie?” he said. 

“Not a Star War, please,” Emily called. “I can’t tell any of them apart.”

Hotch propped himself up on his elbow. “Hey, Spence,” he said. “It’s okay. I’m sure Alex is fine.”

“Yeah,” Spencer said. He turned to Hotch, one corner of his mouth tugging up in a rueful little half smile. “I bet her flight got canceled too. It’s okay.”

James flipped the overhead lights off, leaving them back in the glow of the candles and the string lights, and crawled back into the fort with the remote in his hand. “All right, if anyone has objections, y’all can get up yourself and change it,” he said.

Emily settled back as the movie started. Spencer was quiet beside her, but after a while he rolled over onto his stomach, his forehead pressed against Hotch’s arm and his blanket tangled around his legs, and she smiled when she heard his first little snore.

“Hotchner,” she whispered. “This blanket fort idea was genius.”

Hotch grinned. “Sean made me make one for him while I was home,” he said. “I figured Spencer might like it too.” He paused. “Is he asleep?” Emily nodded. “Thank god.”

James sat up and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Guys, I still haven’t heard from Alex,” he said. “It’s still going right to voicemail when I call her and she hasn’t answered any texts.”

“Maybe her signal’s out too,” Dave said. “Don’t worry about it. Alex can take care of herself.”

James pouted. “Yeah, but...I might be a little worried about her,” he said. “It’s not like her to not answer.”

“Awww, you miss your girlfriend,” Emily teased. 

“I do! I do miss her!” James said. 

“Guys, if any of you wake up Spencer, I will murder you,” Hotch hissed. 

“I’m sorry!” James whispered back. “I just- I think I need to be worried about Alex.”

Suddenly a familiar person knelt down and leaned into the tent. “You’re worried about me?” Alex said, her long red hair hanging loose around her shoulders. “That’s so sweet!”

James scrambled up, smacking Dave in the face in his haste. “Oh my god, I missed you!” he said. He tugged her closer, cupping her face in his hands, and kissed her deeply. “Oh my god. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she laughed, running her fingers through his hair. “My phone died and I didn’t pack any of my portable chargers in my carryon. Where’s everybody else?”

“Everybody’s flights are delayed,” Emily said. “Spencer’s been beside himself.”

“Oh, poor thing,” she said. “Is he sleeping? I don’t want to wake him up.”

“Yeah, he just dozed off,” Hotch said. “He’s going to be so relieved to see you.”

Emily scooted over to make room. “C’mere, the movie hasn’t been on for very long,” she said. 

“Hey!” James protested. “She’s my girlfriend, shouldn’t she be next to me?”

“Well, she’s my roommate, and I’ve had her for longer,” Emily said. Alex laughed as she settled between her and Spencer, busying herself with snuggling him against her side and tucking him in. Emily leaned over to whisper in James’s ear. “Besides, we all know you two are gonna go fool around the second you get a chance. You’ll get your quality time, don’t worry.”

Even in the dim light she could see him turn red. “What are you guys whispering about?” Alex asked. 

“Nothing!” James squeaked. Emily made a rude hand gesture and he smacked her arm. “Emily! Stop it!”

She snickered as she leaned her head against Alex’s shoulder. “How was your week being in charge?” Alex asked as she adjusted Spencer’s blanket around him.

“Could have been worse...could have been a lot better,” Emily said. “He was so sad. I’m not good with sad kids.”

“I’m sure you did great,” Alex reassured her.

The movie was almost over when Spencer began to shift and whimper in his sleep. “Is he okay?” Emily asked.

“He’s-” Hotch winced as Spencer kicked him in the shins. “Ow. Bad dream, I think.”

Alex sat up. “Okay, I’m going to wake him up,” she said. 

“Careful, he can be pretty feisty,” Hotch warned.

Alex stroked his hair back from his forehead as he tried to pull away from her. “Spencer, wake up,” she called gently, her hand resting on his chest. “Come on, darling.”

She kept coaxing him until his eyes finally opened. “What’s going on?” he mumbled.

“You had a bad dream,” she said. 

He blinked. “Alex?” he said sleepily. “Did your plane land safely?”

Hotch laughed. “Yeah, kiddo, her plane landed safely,” he said. “Get the sleep out of your eyes.”

Spencer rubbed his face and blinked again. “Alex!” he yelped, throwing himself into her arms. 

“Hi, baby,” she said. “Did you miss me?”

“A little bit,” he said, tilting his face so she could kiss his cheek. “Was your flight okay? Was there a lot of turbulence?”

“Everything was fine,” she reassured him as she cuddled him against her side. “Now, sh, I think Dave is getting invested in the movie.”

“No, I’m not,” he said absently.

“Yes, he is,” Emily teased.

Spencer settled down with his head on Alex’s knees; Hotch tugged his blanket around him. “Everybody else will be here tomorrow,” he said. “Penelope’s connecting flight got canceled, and Derek’s got canceled, and JJ’s parents rescheduled her.”

“That’s good,” she said, stroking her fingers through his hair. “Go back to sleep, darling. You look so tired. And everything’s going to be okay, nothing to worry about.”

The rain had settled back into a light tapping on the window; the thunder and lightning had long since stopped. Emily leaned back against her pillows, smiling in contented relief. Alex was right. Everything was going to be okay.

#au: patron saint of lost causes #caitlin writes things #emily prentiss #alex blake #alex miller #aaron hotchner #hotch #dave rossi #james blake #spencer reid

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Instinct: Din Djarin x Reader - Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Unexplainable

Series Masterlist

Plot: Mando and Y/n run into unexpected complications when trying to leave Arvala-7.

Warnings: violence, enemies to slightly tolerable partners, more backstory teasing, the slowest of slow burns continued 🔥

Word Count: 6.0k

A/N: I’m not used to writing slow burn and even as a writer I’m frustrated. Like I’m having to hold back and tell myself “not yet...” I’m just not built for this shit 🙈 Anyways, enjoy! I’ll be sitting in the corner in fetal position trying to recover from this week’s episode...

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Silence seemed to be the founding principle of mine and Mando’s partnership. Not a word had been spoken between us since we’d killed the IG unit and taken the child. I hadn’t taken issue with the absence of words exchanged before our discovery, but now I had questions and wanted to know if he was asking himself the same ones.

“Do you have any idea what Imps would want with a child?” I finally asked during our walk back through the valleys. 

“No,” he answered flatly, I could tell by his tone that he didn’t want there to be any further conversation. He’d ended his singular acknowledgement of my presence with a razor sharp period. Talking time was effectively over.

We continued our walk back to the ship with the only noise being the squishing of our boots in the mud. It was then that I realized even the harmless lizards that had been wandering the path with us had gone quiet. Mando and I both stopped in our tracks and looked around our general vicinity, my hands hovering my weapons just waiting… 

Quicker than I could anticipate, a Trandoshan leapt out from behind a rock and swung a vibro-axe. Mando and I ducked out of the way just in time, he made a point of kicking the pod that contained the child out of harm’s way. The Trandoshan went after Mando before he did me which was his first mistake. While Mando fended him off using his own armor, I came up on our attacker from behind. Slipping my vibroblade out of my gauntlet, I reached around his neck and slit his throat. On cue, two more Trandoshans jumped down from the rocks. Mando pulled out his pulse rifle and started fighting one off while I dodged the other. As far as weapons went, I was outmatched. But skill? No one could top me.

After narrowly dodging a swing of the axe, I dropped down quickly and made a slice in the Trandoshan’s calf. He let out a pained cry just before I made an identical cut in his other leg. Popping back up to my full height, I slammed my head into his and watched him struggle to keep his balance. Reaching one of my holsters, I pulled out my blaster and shot him through the chest. I turned to see Mando aiming his pulse rifle at the attacker who was running toward the child. He fired a shot and the Trandoshan exploded before my eyes. Both of us looked around to make sure there were no more coming, a familiar beeping sound turned my attention to the ground. 

A tracking fob.

“Does everyone have one of these things?” I commented, holstering my blaster and sheathing my blade.

“Guess so,” answered Mando as he crushed the device under his boot, “We’re not going to make it back to the Crest before nightfall. We’ll set up camp somewhere when the suns begin to set.” ————

Another thing I discovered quickly about the Mandalorian: he was the stubbornest being I’d ever had the displeasure of meeting.

We were sitting atop one of the hills with the suns setting in the distance. Our camp wasn’t much, it was a lantern and the three of us. I was finishing a ration bar listening to the stifled groans of my partner as he cauterized a wound he’d gotten during the fight. We were on the third minute of the self preformed medical procedure and I wasn’t sure if I could take any more of the sounds.

“I’ve got a medpack on me, bacta and stitch supplies. It’ll hurt less than the mutilation you’re doing to yourself,” I nodded towards the reddened wound site.

“I’m fine,” he gritted out, continuing the cauterizing and trying to bite back his cries of pain.

A dry chuckle tumbled from my lips, “Are you that difficult that just cause you don’t like me you’re going to inflict more pain on yourself than necessary?”

Ceasing his actions, he turned to me quickly. “I don’t need your help,” he barked, staring me down and trying to intimidate me to look away first. 

I wasn’t backing down as I twisted my body to face him. “You really are an asshole, aren’t you? Offer’s revoked, buddy. Get infected and die for all I care. It’ll mean a bigger bounty for me.”

After my last sentence had ended, Mando unsheathed the vibroblade strapped to his leg and rolled towards me. Just as fast, I pulled out my own and the knifes clashed. Mando was hanging over me and had pulled my free arm up over my head before I’d known what was happening. With his beskar armor, overpowering him would be more difficult but not impossible. I kneed him hard in the groin and he let out a sharp cry, I shifted my weight to roll him on his back and straddled his waist. Mando pushed harder against my blade till my grip weakened and it flew out of my hand. I wriggled my wrist out of his grasp and took hold of both his, slamming them above his head as he’d done to me. After a few seconds of struggling against one another, he managed to get the upper hand once again. He rolled both of us so that he once again hovered over me, his helmet so close to my face that if I breathed on it the visor would fog. My legs were still locked around his waist as we grappled against each other, grunts and groans escaping both of us. Had it been anyone else, I’d have made a suggestive joke about the position we were in. But not him, not for all the credits in the galaxy…

Mando had dropped his knife at some point during the skirmish, the only weapon we had now was our respective hatred of one another. The strange thing was that neither of us were fighting to kill. It felt more like trying to assert dominance over the other. I fought against the grip he’d somehow regained around my wrists, eventually freeing one of them and landing a punch against his unprotected chest. He let out an ‘oof’ and I used the element of surprise to my advantage. I punched once more before using every ounce of energy left in me to shove him off and free my body. He landed in the sand next to me on his back, both of us lay there attempting to catch our breath. A mutual concession to one anther. He was strong, I’d give him that, and as skilled a fighter as the legends had said. If he had fought to kill me, even I could admit that my chances of survival were slim.

As I lay panting, I turned my head to see the child had gotten out of its pod. It had waddled his way in between me and Mando with its eyes focused on the latter’s wounded arm. I carefully watched as it extended its hand out towards Mando’s cauterized cut, it shut its eyes as if it was in deep concentration….

Mando covered its small green palm with his own and picked it up, he walked it back to the pod and placed it in. I wiped the thin layer of sweat from my brow and pushed myself up into a sitting position. I didn’t spare the Mandalorian any glances, I simply stretched my arm out to retrieve my knife before turning my back to him.

At the sound of the child’s trills, I turned back around to see it’d escaped the pod again. Mando picked it up once more and set it back where it belonged. I watched the two of them stare at one another before Mando pressed a button on his gauntlet that shut the pod’s doors. “I’m leaving at dawn with or without you,” Mando addressed me gruffly, walking back to his designated spot in the sand and returning to repairing his armor. 

I knew that if I give an equally rude response, I’d only be starting another fight and I was too sore for round two. Swallowing every remark I wished to verbally slap him with, I removed my jacket and bunched it up into a makeshift pillow. I laid my head on top of it and turned on my side to try and get some sleep. One more day, I thought, one more day and then you’ll never have to deal with him again…

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The next morning was tense as we made our way back to the Razor Crest. The only content member of our party was the child who babbled and cooed its way through the journey.

When we got to where Mando had parked the ship, a surprise was waiting for us. A large sandcrawler was parked next to the Razor Crest, which looked like it belonged in a junkyard rather than in the skies.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” I muttered in frustration, “Jawas.” Mando sprung into action and kneeled down, pulse rifle in hand. After scoping out the scene, he aimed the weapon and vaporized one of the Jawas. He continued firing shots, driving them deeper into their flurry of panic. They quickly scurried back into their vehicle and began to slowly crawl away. 

“C’mon,” Mando grumbled and we took off after the thieves, the child’s pod in tow and programmed to follow. 

Mando kneeled and took another shot with the rifle that did absolutely nothing to slow them down. I kept running and he caught up quickly with me, once we were running in tandem with the vehicle, he leapt and grabbed onto a service ladder. He began to climb it and I latched onto the bars directly below his feet. As we climbed, I felt the sandcrawler drift to the side and turned my head to see that we were about to be crushed by a rockface. There was no time for both me and Mando to climb to safety so I did the first thing that came to mind and let go.

I fell the short distance to the ground and landed harshly on my back in the narrow gap between the sandcrawler’s wheels and the rockface. I rolled to my side and coughed away the dust around me before scrambling to my feet. As the child’s pod passed me, it looked back with concern etched in its small features. I started running once again and made a point of gesturing to the child that I was okay. I could see from a distance that various object were falling onto a still moving Mando, who had climbed up half the vehicle. He was walking up the side of it aided by his grappling hook, but as soon as he’d made it to the top he promptly fell. It was a much larger distance between him and the ground than the one I’d crossed and unexpected worry flooded me. I picked up my pace and dropped to my knees when I came to his body. He’d been shot with something, probably an ion blaster, because there was electricity running through his armor. I didn’t dare touch him for fear of getting shocked.

“Mando, wake up,” I prompted, knowing it would be of no use without touching him, “C’mon, wake up.” The child cooed from nearby, the same worry in its face that it’d had for me moments ago. Its ears lowered in sadness as it looked at Mando laid out.

“He’ll be okay,” I said out of nowhere, not knowing whether or not it was true, “He’ll just be out for a while.”

I decided to let the shocks through his armor die down before shaking him awake, which took several minutes. All the while I found myself concerned for the wellbeing of the man I’d wished death on the night before. The long and short of it was that if he died, I had no chance of getting off the planet and would end up being killed by another hunter with a fob. As much as I hated to admit it, I needed the Mandalorian.

Once the electricity died down, I grabbed both of his shoulders and gently shook him. “Mando, c’mon, wake up. Wake up.” He awoke slowly, the slight tilt of his head and grunt from his modulator being the only signs. I removed my hands from his body immediately and sat down in the sand next to him. 

“How long was I out?” he asked groggily.

“Twenty minutes maybe,” I answered, “They shocked you something awful, your armor was glowing blue the whole time.” “They get away?” 

I rubbed my aching back as I replied, “There wasn’t much I could do to stop them. I’m good but I’m not that good.” “Can I get it in writing that you admitted that?” Mando asked, tilting his helmet in my direction. There was a dry type of humor laced in his voice that at any other moment would have made me laugh. 

“Don’t make me regret not leaving you here to rust,” I pointed a finger towards his helmet as I rose to my feet. Contradicting my cruel words, I extended my hand to help him up which he surprisingly accepted. He stumbled a little as he stood, I was there to push him back up before he fell. We both looked over to the child whose worry for us had faded into observation.

“Let’s get back to the ship, see what damage they did,” Mando said, shaking off the supportive grasp I had on his arm.

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They’d stripped the ship almost in its entirety. Every weapon was gone, the engines were busted, the ship was emitting sparks in every crevice and corner. 

The decision to find our way back to Kuiil’s was an easy one. Though it was an exhausting journey that took up the entire day, we didn’t have any other choice. We needed help.

When we arrived at sunset, Kuiil didn’t need to turn around to know we were in his presence. “I thought you two were dead.” “Came close,” I responded, “Now we’re just stranded.” After he brought food and drinks out, which I was in desperate need of after our day long journey, I let the child out of the pod. I wasn’t sure what it was capable of doing so I kept a careful eye on it. It didn’t seem interested in anything other than chasing a frog.

“This is what was causing all the fuss?” Kuiil asked, staring down at it.

“We think it’s a child,” Mando said, fiddling with his screwed up armor.

“It is better to deliver it alive, then,” Kuiil said as he passed us.

“My ship has been destroyed, we’re trapped here,” Mando stated.” “Stripped, not destroyed,” Kuiil corrected as he handed Mando a tool, “The Jawas steal, they don’t destroy.

“It doesn’t matter, either way we’re stuck here,” I commented, swirling around the last bit of liquid in my glass. 

“They’re protected by their crawling fortress,” Mando said, “There’s no way to recover the parts.” I smirked at the opportunity to correct him on the name of the ‘crawling fortress’ but decided to let it go. I wasn’t any happier than he was about being stranded.

“You can trade,” Kuiil suggested. “With Jawas? Are you out of your mind?” Mando asked in disbelief. “I will take you to them,” Kuiil said as he retook the tool from Mando, “I have spoken.” Mando and I shared a look as if running the plan by each other, I shrugged and downed the last of my drink. We weren’t exactly in a place where we could pick about our options. 

“Hey,” Mando barked in the child’s direction, “Spit that out.” I turned to see the child swallowing a frog whole, burping afterwards in delight. This is definitely not what I signed up for, I thought

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We journeyed through the rainy night, me, Mando and the child in a cart pulled by Kuiil on one of the blurrgs. We arrived in the morning at the sandcrawler with Kuiil taking a more diplomatic portion and giving them a friendly greeting. 

“They really don’t like you two for some reason,” Kuiil commented.

“He disintegrated a couple of their friends,” I replied, glancing toward Mando who was seated at my side. 

“You need to drop your rifle,” Kuiil ordered.

“I’m a Mandalorian, weapons are a part of my religion,” Mando contested.

“Then you are not getting your parts back,” Kuiil stated matter-of-factly. 

I sighed in frustration, “Can they not be a part of your religion for a couple minutes? The sooner we get the parts, the sooner we get back to Nevarro and the sooner we go our separate ways.” Now that was enough to make him lay down his rifle with little hesitation. If mutual hatred was what lit a fire under him, then I was more then willing to stoke it.

Mando and I got out of the cart but before we got any further, one of the Jawas aimed their ion blaster at both of us. Kuiil looked us over and found the problem, “You both need to get rid of your blasters.” 

As easy as it was for me to ask Mando to get rid of his, I hesitated in letting my own go. Of course, this earned me a tilt of his helmeted head and a snide remark. “The sooner we get the parts, the sooner-“ “Oh, can it, rust bucket,” I mumbled as we tossed our blasters into the cart.

Kuiil gestured for us to follow him so we could negotiate with the Jawas. We took our seats across from them and Kuiil began to translate. “They will trade all the parts for the beskar.”

“I’m not going to trade anything,” Mando’s voice began to rise, “These are my parts, they stole them from me.”

I didn’t speak Jawa but I could tell by their tone that whatever they said to Mando was snippy. He tried to reply in their language but it came out broken and all they did was laugh in reply. 

“You understand this?” Mando raised his arm and flames shot forth out of one of his gauntlets, sending the Jawas diving for the ground.

“Whoa. Easy, easy…” Kuiil said calmly as he pulled Mando’s arm back. I had a feeling that nothing ever rattled the ugnaught. He continued translating between the parties. When the Jawas rose and eyed our cart, Mando and I both turned quickly. Two of them were closing in on the child.

“Get away from it!” we both yelled in perfect synchrony. They obeyed immediately but that didn’t stop me from eyeing them until they were back in front of us.

Kuiil conversed with the Jawas further until Mando managed to make out some words. “The egg? What egg?”

On cue, the Jawas began chanting the same two words over and over. Whatever egg was in question, I had a feeling that we were about to get up close and personal with it. 

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The task was simple, or so it sounded. Mando and I were to go and retrieve the mysterious egg and in return the Jawas would give us the parts back.

As we disembarked the sandcrawler, something told me that however easy we’d been made to believe the excursion would be was not true. It didn’t matter, we needed the parts and there was no other way to get them. My and Mando’s shared desire to return to our separate lives was fueling us both to get the job done as soon as possible.

Where the Jawas had said the egg rested wasn’t terribly far from the sandcrawler. With the child’s pod behind us, we walked up to the cave where it the coveted object supposedly lay.

“Ready?” Mando asked as he adjusted his own gauntlets. 

I unholstered my blasters and nodded, “Ready.” We entered the cave with caution, it was dark and impossible to see anything. Mando turned on his flashlight mounted on the side of his helmet and illuminated our path. It didn’t take us long to figure out why my gut feeling that it would be a difficult task was right. There was a soft growl nearby that made our heads swivel around only to come face to face with a mud horn.

“Shit!” I mumbled underneath my breath and our gunfire began bouncing off the walls of the cave. No shot that hit the creature actually succeeding in hurting it, only angering it. It only took a few seconds for the mud horn to rise to its full power and headbutt us out of the cave. 

Mando and I were sent flying through the air and landed in the mud outside. Having the armor had protected him somewhat, but nothing was to there to break my fall even slightly. I was almost certain that I’d heard something crack upon impact but couldn’t worry about it. With a groan, I rose to sit alongside Mando who was also trying to collect his bearings. The mud horn came out of its cave and faced us, Mando raised his pulse rifle to fire but couldn’t get it loaded quick enough. The mud horn came charging towards us, I was able to roll away in time to not be hit. Mando wasn’t as lucky, he was violently tossed a few hundred feet back. Just as I looked up, I caught the mud horn with its eyes locked on the child’s pod. It began to charge toward it and instinct took over, I launched my whipcord forward and it wrapped around the mud horn’s horn. At the exact same second, Mando programmed the pod to move away. I was now the mud horn’s target as the whipcord detached from its horn and flew back into my gauntlet. It began to charge toward me once again, except this time I had no plan. All I could do was run. I knew I was playing a losing game, trying to outrun a creature ten times my size…I could hear the mud horn’s growl fast approaching behind me just as I slipped and went face first into the mud. After all the years spent endangering my life, capturing some of the biggest criminals in the galaxy, this was how it ended. My life taken away by a slippery patch of mud.

As I awaited to be split in two by the creature’s horn, I felt a body shield mine followed by the heat of flames. Mando. He’d jumped in to…save me? 

The mud horn leaned down and pressed his arm, and consequentially me, further into the mud pit. Mando held firm in his assault and continued to flame the beast. With his weight finally off of me, I rolled onto my back and wiped the mud from my eyes. His flamethrower jammed so he extended his other arm and launched his grappling hook at the mud horn. I grabbed his bicep to pull myself into a sitting position only to be met with our next problem. The mudhorn turned around and began to run in the opposite direction, pulling me and Mando along with it. We were dragged through the mud, sputtering and grunting the whole way. His hand found my arm as we held tight to one another. Flying through the mud with each other was the safest option, we didn’t run the risk of getting trampled.

Think, think, think of something…I thought. Doesn’t have to be great, just something that doesn’t result in immediate death. 

Without thinking, I shot my whipcord out and it attached to the mud horn. I let go of Mando’s arm and grabbed my cord, hoping that he could put together what I was trying to do. He did. We both found our footing and dug our boots into the ground, trying to slow the creature down. To no avail, the cords snapped and the two of us went rolling through the mud. I wiped the substance from my face to see Mando had landed a few feet away from me. The mudhorn was getting ready to charge again in our direction. I scrambled to my feet, unsure of what I was planning to do. I was helpless to watch as the creature rammed its horn against Mando, sending him flying through the air.

“Mando!” I yelled, running as fast as my weary legs could carry me. Why? I couldn’t say. I couldn’t stand him, wouldn’t have cared if he’d have dropped dead in the middle of the desert earlier in the day. But in that moment, the hatred that came so easily to me left my body entirely and was replaced with the unexplainable need to save him. I dropped to my knees and slid towards him in the mud, his armor crackling blue once again. 

“C’mon, get up,” I urged, gripping both of his shoulders tightly, “Get up, c’mon, we’re not done.” He didn’t verbally respond, just gave a groan as he struggled to sit up. I was so focused on helping him that I’d forgotten about my own exhaustion for a moment. I didn’t know how I was going to stand, let alone fight. Mando was able to make it onto one knee while I couldn’t find to strength to get off of both mine. He’d also had the semblance of mind to pull his vibroblade from his boot, looking to me and silently telling me to do the same. I reached for mine with a shaky hand and unsheathed it, raising it up alongside Mando’s. It was a sad last stand to take, but neither of us could go down without a fight. I scrunched my eyes shut, knowing death was imminent was enough. I didn’t need to see it charging towards me.

When the attack didn’t come, I hesitantly opened one eye. What I saw was…indescribable. 

The mud horn was levitating, roaring relentlessly, and unable to harm us.

Mando rose to his feet and extended his hand down to me, pulling me up to my unsteady feet. At the first wobble, he threw his arm around my waist to keep me upright. I needed the support, much as I hated to admit it. We got closer to the mud horn to examine what exactly was happening. The thing didn’t have wings, there was no explanation for it. Through my blurry vision, I looked around us for the child realizing that it’d escaped my mind briefly. But when my eyes found the pod, it was clear that it was the one causing the unbelievable sensation. With its eyes closed in concentration and its hand extended, it was somehow causing the mud horn to float in the air.

“Wh…What?” I whispered breathlessly.

After a few seconds, the child passed out from exhaustion and fell back in its pod. As it did, the mud horn dropped back to the ground and roared in our faces. Mando and I didn’t need to communicate to form a plan of what to do. We both rammed our knives into the side of the beast’s skull, dropping to the ground in a heap afterwards. It roared once more before falling, the impact causing Mando’s weight to collapse further onto me. His body was once again shielding me. When we heard no noise coming from the mud horn, he sat up and freed me to get a look at the creature. Pulling each other up, we slowly walked over to examine the body. I knew it was dead, but I didn’t object to Mando stabbing it once more with our knives before handing mine back to me. We stood there, catching our breath before turning to assess the child. We limped to the pod to see it twitching ever so slightly in its sleep. I had never seen anything like the act it’d performed, it had saved our lives. 

We silently watched it until Mando broke the silence, “You okay?” “I think so,” I breathed, turning my gaze to his muddy, battered self a once over, “You?”

“Fine,” he responded, the condition of his armor begged to differ, “C’mon, we still gotta get this egg.” ————

The journey back took longer than our departure, what with us having the combined strength of a child. And definitely not the child we had trailing behind us…

“Mando! Y/n!” Kuiil cried as he saw us coming towards him. “We’ve got it,” Mando announced, the tire in his voice was audible, “We’ve got the egg.” The Jawas all scurried to surround us and take the fuzzy egg from Mando’s hands. They cheered and sliced it opening, revealing a gooey substance that they all maniacally feasted on. Mando and I made our way to Kuiil, “I’m surprised you waited,” Mando said. “I’m surprised you two took so long,” Kuiil quipped before turning around and getting ready to load up the cart. 

The Jawas held true to their word and returned all the parts they’d taken from the Razor Crest. The four of us rode back as the suns were starting to set, me and Mando sitting back to back on a crate watching the child carefully. It hadn’t moved in a while, a tiny bit of concern invading my mind.

“Is it still sleeping?” Kuiil asked from his position on the blurrg.

I reached out to shake the pod gently, the child responded with a soft inhale and movement of his lips. “Yes,” Mando answered as he watched me. 

“Was it injured?” Kuiil inquired further, we’d explained to him what had happened as best we could. We didn’t even understand it which made it harder to describe to a third party.

“I don’t think so, not physically,” Mando said, his head never turning from the pod. Kuiil sighed, “Explain it to me again. I still don’t understand what happened.”

I shook my head as I replayed the surreal moment in my mind, my eyes trained on the child, “Neither do we. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

No, that seemed like an understatement. I had never seen anything even in the same realm of mysterious and odd sensations. It seemed like a moment out of a child’s storybook yet it was as real as the surefire death the kid had saved Mando and I from. The curious part of me wanted to ask Mando if he was questioning the phenomenon as much as I was. But I knew I wasn’t likely to get an answer out of him comprised of more than a disinterested syllable or two so it would be wasted effort.

When we get back to Nevarro, none of this will matter anyway, I thought. 

It was dark by the time we got back to the Razor Crest. Kuiil volunteered to stay and help us with repairs and with three sets of hands, it went faster than expected. By morning, the three of us were in the cockpit conducting a successful test on the engines.

“I can’t thank you enough,” Mando said as we stood by the ramp of the ship with Kuiil, “Please allow us to give you a portion of the reward.”

This time, I was okay with Mando freely giving away our credits. “Yes, you saved our asses several times these past two days. Please take the money.” The ugnught shook his head firmly, “I cannot accept. You are my guests, and I am therefore in your service.” As Kuiil packed up, Mando paced around the exit of the ship. “I could use a crew member of your ability, and I can pay handsomely.” I leaned against the wall of the ship, watching the exchange. Mando wasn’t my cup of spotchka, but him and Kuiil seemed to have a much better repartee than the two of us. If they travelled together, it would work well.

“I am honored,” Kuiil said sincerely, “But I have worked a lifetime to finally be free of servitude.”

“I understand,” Mando nodded, “Then all I can offer is my thanks.” “And I offer mine,” Kuiil gestured outside the ship, “Thank you both for bringing peace to my valley.”

With a nod to both of us, Kuiil departed the ship. I pushed off the wall to stand next to Mando and watched the unnnaught mount his blurrg. “And good luck with the child,” Kuiil waved to us, “May it survive and bring you a handsome reward. I have spoken.” I chuckled softly to myself at his farewell greeting and gave him a nod, there wasn’t a plethora of kindness in the galaxy, but Kuiil? He was one of the good ones, a dying breed.

“Let’s get going,” Mando said, pressing the button that retracted the ramp and shut the doors.

We silently made our way up the ladder and into the cockpit with the pod following Mando’s gauntlet’s programming. I took my seat in the chair behind the pod and watched as Mando powered up the ship. Before we took off, Kuiil, who was still seated outside, gave us a final wave. With that, we were finally back on track to Nevarro.

Once the course had been set, Mando turned around and copied my posture. Hunched over and watching the child peacefully sleep. What Kuiil said had gotten into my head, may it survive…May it survive. What if what it did for us had exhausted it to the point of death? For a split second I wasn’t thinking of any bounty, only the child. 

“Think it’ll wake up?” I blurted out, my mind having turned off as I watched the steady rise and fall of its chest.

Mando shook the pod gently, trying to wake it. “I don’t know,” he said quietly before facing forward in his seat and adjusting a few switches.

Add dependably non-hyperverbal to the list of qualities the Mandalorian possessed. I sat back in my seat, unsure of why our lack of communication suddenly bothered me.

Just as I settled into my chair, a coo came from the pod. Before my body knew what it was doing, I sat up straight and came face to face with the child’s big black eyes. It seemed alright on the surface, no visible signs of exhaustion or any injury. 

“Hey,” I called to Mando, who only tilted his head slightly in response, “We’ve got our answer.”

He finally turned around fully to see the child, not saying a word but clearly examining it with the same attention I did. Sometimes you didn’t need to see someone’s face to know exactly what was going on in their head. Something told me that Mando was as curious as I was, just better at hiding it. He looked over to me and gave me a once over, “You should use the refresher before we get to Nevarro.” 

I looked down at myself, I had forgotten for a few seconds that I was still caked in dry mud from the day before. Suddenly I felt disgusting and had no issue with following Mando’s suggestion. Silently I rose from my seat and headed out of the cockpit, but not before taking one last look at the child. Its eyes were trained on me as I prepared to leave the room, there was something about its stare that caused every thought in my head to cease. There was nothing but innocence and wonder, something so pure that no one as cruel as a bounty hunter was ever on the receiving end of. I began to squirm under its gaze, feeling emotions rise in my chest that I wasn’t used to. I hurried down the ladder and towards the sanisteamer, in sudden need to be as far away from the kid as possible.

I knew exactly why it bothered me. 

Flashbacks of events prior to my life in the guild were coming, I could feel them. Over the years I’d gotten good at controlling them or at least being able to work through them, but this was different. The emotions were working their way through my body until lodging themselves firmly in my chest. Feeling the constricting, I hurried to grab my spare set of clothes out of my bag and made a sprint for the sanisteamer.

Only then, when I knew nobody was around me, did I allow the familiar panic to wash over my body.

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Puppet Strings

Please don’t police the shit out of me for this one (I’ve read and seen all of what’s happening in Tumblr with the talented authors 😭😫---either way, I DGAF if I get judged for writing this. Y’all are getting this for free. LMAO. Welcome to my freakin’ kinky world. 😭

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Characters: Stephen Colley x Reader

Summary: You’ve had Stephen wrapped around your finger by using your family’s kindness to your advantage---keeping him guilty and complying over whatever wishes you wanted---he was giving it due to your manipulative, cunning persona. You were being head-over-heels for him that made you have your reasons, thinking that being the way you are was fine for your strong obsession. 

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Manipulative reader. Obsessed reader. This is quite dark for me because she’s using our puppy to her benefit (somehow?)---using Stephen as if he’s her boy toy. Spitting. Sub!Stephen. Porn with a plot. (Though, this was planned to only be porn without a plot LMAO) Dub-con. Exhibitionism. Angst? Thirsty ass reader. Not connected to the plot of the movie.

Words: 3,810+

A/N: I didn’t know what happened that this ended up this way. Please don’t judge my soul for this.I was all ‘oh my baby stephen’ to writing this filthy shit. Also, Stephen’s 20 in this and the reader is 19, okay? So, legal. (In my country it is) ENJOY, FILTHY LADIES! This made me pout because of how soft Stephen is and the reader is quite...Eh. 😭 I think this will be a 3-5 part fic. Heehee. Or maybe not----lmao. We’ll see. 

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THE SMELL OF BLUEBELLS WAS ARDENT AND SWITH, it's scent thoroughly withstanding and wafting through your nose with the odor of sweat. Stephen's earthy and musk scent adding more stimulation to what was being given down south and around the canvas of your breasts.

An ample amount of slime trailed a path from the swell of your knockers through the meander of your neck, feeling a pair of soft, delicate lips having its way and paving to have a suck; thrilled and exploratory over giving you a mark that you surely ordered him around to.

You've felt the tiny nibbles on your neck, feeling full over being filled by the cock of your family's lackey who happened to be under your manipulative, presumptuous fingers. Stephen was having his way with you, as he was commanded to do so in the middle of harvesting crops; all sweaty, dirty and masking in his domestic labor as your fingers hooked along his belt hoops, pulling him away from the field towards a veiled place where bluebells were filled.

The first time you've had sex with Stephen, he was beyond hesitant. His rosy cheeks fueled as if it was on fire from the moment you've asked him for more of his services; to be the one to take your virginity rather than a rich, middle aged man who had terrible mustaches that crept the heck out of you.

Stephen and his pure innocence understood your favors of help by wanting him to accompany you in the city while you buy things for yourself or stuff that your mother asked to buy.

Much to your dismay for his lack of apprehension, It wasn't the type of aid you were asking for.

How pretty his face flushed a lot more from how you've frankly told him that you needed a different type of assistance to satisfy that curiosity of yours made you giggle, the desire pooling more in the pit of your stomach, filling in the prurient passion as if it was enough to stimulate you.

Stephen Colley was utterly pretty, beyond God's work as he was sculpted with a face of a Greek God as people have been saying. Your family even admiring God's work of art by how he was created; enough to be painted and inspired to be sculptured in the museums. He was the first boy in your fantasies and the only one that could make you breathe deep breaths in between rubbing the itch in your mound as you explored your body by yourself that nobody ever had yet.

He was your fantasy. The boy in your dreams that you would gladly want to have in your life for years end.

After welcoming the afterglow of an orgasm, such debauched thoughts came into your head in the same time you've wanted to rub onto that button again for thinking about him.

You were going to have him. You wanted him, you've mindlessly convinced yourself. Stephen was a plague that could infect your precious little mind---the facade of an innocent, kind and shy sweetheart that your family has been seeing from you was ruined when you've reached puberty.

It wasn't helping that Stephen walked around the house with clothes that you surely want to ruin. Your mind being influenced by your older sister's experiences with men and how her sex life have been.

She was a wild one and deep inside---no matter how much you tell yourself that it was a deed that people respectfully hold onto, the untamed part of you wanted to experience it with the boy who had adorable rosy cheeks and a gorgeous accent that could make you gush.

Being in line with the heavens, you were lucky Stephen was quite naive despite being a year older than you and with all the plans you had inside your head, being manipulative and guilt-tripping him till he would obey was the only answer for him to accept your offers because the boy was beyond nice and respectful, innocent---delicate as he may seem in being a rose without thorns amongst the bundle of daisies growing along the field.

You weren't his first to be honest; hearing that he had his virginity taken by a lady when he was taking a trip to the city, the woman being older than him and enamored by his beauty, she was very pretty as Stephen saw her the first time---growing a little crush before the lady has offered him a night filled with pleasure, leaving him alone the next morning and a ton of cash that has left him heartbroken by expecting a number or a sweet filled morning with her.

Was this obsession you had for Stephen? you couldn't tell while having the luck of being boffed by him no matter how tentative he may been. The phrase you've been telling whenever he was reluctant held a powerful will for making him capitulate over your wishes.

'You're working for us---I'm your miss. Shouldn't you always follow what I have to say, Stephen?'

Guileful and conniving for you, but you've had no other choice especially when you've heard your sister gossip about how he was starting to take a liking over a girl across the neighborhood, the lady living in a castle---going way back with him and her family because they've known each other since they were kids until they've moved away and came back to their hometown.

Cassandra. That was her name. It was a name that should be left forgotten in Stephen's mind.

Your boy shifted in between your opened legs, your dress hiked up and his trousers unbuttoned; stopping on the end of his derriere as he stuck his swollen cock inside your tight folds, kissing and licking along your throat and breasts that had you mewling beneath him.

Begging him to take you in the middle of the grass to relieve that fantasy only he could satisfy, you've laid beneath him and promised that he could take his time and do whatever he pleases. Exploring every inch and depth of your body with your dress being in a bunch and unfastened by Stephen. Today, you've just wanted to feel him, touch him and let him be inside you because of certain feelings that can't be resisted.

He was patiently taking his time, both of you basking in the afternoon glow before dusk and never bringing in a gas lamp before night even arrives. Stephen was licking your taut nub, his mouth close to your nipple as his hot breath was fanning along his own saliva, bringing pleasure and satisfaction. Another weak whimper erupted from your mouth, watching his eyes closed; tongue darting out to flick your other hardened nipple before deeply moaning out his approval as he devoured your breasts with a tight, strong suck.

The lewd action was enough to make your spine and toes curl.

You've flexed your cunt, tightening around his girth and you've heard him lowly groan with your nipple in his mouth. He immediately pulled his mouth off your breasts with a pop. Innocent, lust-filled baby blues stared above you, the flicker in his eyes asking and waiting for your next behest.

"Stephen," was the only word you managed to croak out, sounding like you were being choked as you felt him slowly pull out of your thirsty cunt. He leaned his head to the left, dipping his head and giving you a kiss which caught you off-guard; it was plain and enough to take your mind off his throbbing cock that has slithered in. After being explored by his mouth on your body, Stephen's lips that landed on you to give a peck surely felt unfamiliar because you both rarely do share kisses in the midst of intercourse.

His crimson colored lips on yours felt divine. The sudden smooch probably involuntary in his part because of how sexually intimate you were being with him. You've swallowed the moan forming in your throat by feeling him wholly pull out, moaning and whining from the lack of imbue and by forcing yourself not to have your way with his lips---wanting nothing but to dance your mouth with his.

You knew this was a one-sided affection and he didn't entirely adored you like how you do for him.

Your fingers gripped onto the grass on either side, it traveled and clasped around Stephen's neck that felt balmy beneath the pad of your fingers. Drops of perspiration smoothening out as you watched him pant above you, breathless and in a daze. His cheeks turning rosier and crimson from such scabrous act you've brought him in.

He was heavy and scathing on your thigh. His hand grabbing onto the growing base of his throbbing, uncut, hard cock as he looked between you both, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he was feeling his cock on his hands, fingers enclosing around his girth to give it one jerk that made you salivate.

His neck was sweating, drops of perspiration falling along his temples and to distract yourself, you've darted your tongue out to sweep the sweat off his face, catching him off guard that made him throatily groan and cast you a look, his eyes withdrawn and thoroughly focused on what taboo you tried to help him be accustomed with.

The place you decided to be ravished on was rather risquè but also getting you more thrilled to know that your sister knew this spot as a location you always spend time with whenever you were reading. You've heard tiny shuffling of bushes which made Stephen look away and observe whoever that was with his eyebrows knotted together---distracting him and pushing the worry away just like you always do, you've quietly whispered in his ear.

"Put that cock in me, Stephen. Please,"

At the sound of you pleading, it was enough to pull his thoughts away from being concerned over your family catching you both in such a raunchy moment. Their daughter laid amongst the land, being ravished by their worker who they've trusted for all their heart---a boy whom they didn't expect to be salaciously connected with you.

The both of you were in for a tough scolding if caught.

Pointing the head of his cock in your entrance, he'd swiftly drove in. You were wet enough for him to slip inside with the right tightness of your cunt that pushed him to grunt as he filled you in one go. Your back curled from the penetration, the thirst for sexual gratification being answered by Stephen when he started to thrust his hips, experimenting over the pace that could make you moan around his arms before pummeling like how he wanted to.

"Oh yeah---yeah---yes, just like that," you've choked in your own moans and pleasure, licking your lips and watching how he was defiling your cunt with his cock, your slick moisturizing his---the filthy sound of your juices coating his, thrusting in and out of your folds; becoming music to the sound of insects probably watching how you were both sending each other raptures.

Stephen knew how thrilled you were becoming by the audible sound of how filthy he was making you feel. Being aware of the obscene sound whenever he tries to fasten the pace, slowing down to let you both appreciate the erotic sense of debauchery has gotten you biting your lip up at him.

You were his miss and whatever you wanted was his job to give.

He'd slip a hand in between you, the pad of his thumb finding your clit and when he did, Stephen started rubbing that throbbing nub of yours in rough, circular motions making your core jerk, your hips chasing his hand with each thrust he gives; entirely accepting and embracing the sheer pleasure he was giving.

Your boy was deeply grunting with each shove of his hips, his cock befouling your scheming soul and you were loving every moment---cherishing the sounds he create that only you could muster.

Only you, not Cassandra---not anyone.

In the midst of such onslaught and currently trapped in your own bliss, you've never took heed of Stephen panting out your name; thinking that he was bemoaning his desperation for continuously prodding your hole in a greedy pace, his carping had a flicker of perturbation in his diluted, lust-filled baby blues as he tried to catch your attention.

"Miss---Miss," Stephen couldn't stop his smutty assaults. Too concentrated on reaching both of your highs as he peered down at you with his peepers growing larger when he heard your name being called from afar; being an echo of warning that what you were both caught up with was utterly unchaste.

"---your family---ugh---they're seeking for you," he grunted with every word and plunge; his pace never stopping and his fingers reaching further down to polish your clit. Your leak being spread all over your folds as he licked his lips, admiring how you were writhing beneath his body---how you reacted to his ministrations.

Their voices echoed from afar, alerting you both that they were closer than you imagined them to be. It was the dead of the night already, the time after nightfall as you both welcomed the sins of passion that you have gotten Stephen to be involved in again. Being in the shadows of the night, the moment was easier to covert from your family as you laid to satisfy your mania. The ruffle of grass being stepped on repeatedly actually has been the sound of Stephen ardently violating your cunt along the land of dew.

You've both turned your heads to see light coming from the far distance. A buzz of incomprehensible words of unknown from your sister who was mindlessly telling her hunches as to where you both went; remembering that Stephen was also not around for her to ask if he could buy stuff around town because it was already night time.

"Oh, yes!---don't mind them!---just do me,"

He slowed down his pace, skeptical over being caught but never stopping his thrusts while his features turned conflicted over being dubious and also feeling like he was floating for the twist of elation written on your face from his drives. You've grabbed onto his hair, roughly turning his head to face yours as he loudly grunted and groaned above you, the sound made you slip a finger on his lips to shush his moans.

"You're not going to get caught---we're not going to get caught. Just stifle your moans. You can do that. You're a good boy---our good boy and you'll make me cum, right?"

The whispers you've managed to slip past your lips made him stare down at you, understanding what you were trying to point out and it has not been seconds before he'd nodded before you, starting his relentless pace that made you sigh as he was trying to build up your orgasm again, grabbing onto your ankle and hooking it around his hip as he continued to forge himself in you; his breath hitting your face with every push---grunts being uncontrolled from the actions.

You've heard a twig break from behind, not wanting Stephen to be distracted---you've grabbed onto his face and forced him to look at you; your heart beat never ceasing to run fast whenever he stares into your eyes. The fast heart beat also being the cause of your orgasm coming.

He'd shifted in between you, your hips bucking to meet every thrust he offered. Mewling out lewd moans whenever he hits that spot that felt so heavenly. Reaching for his hand, you've guided him back to where he has been flicking---your clit that he immediately rubbed on as you were approaching your high.

Loud, rough grunts came from his throat, feeling his own coming as your cunt gripped him hard for the sounds he was creating. Your mouth and face contorted in sheer pleasure when you've violently thrashed against his hold. Stephen's unconscious response was to grab onto you, keeping you closer to his lean, muscular body---a wiry sculpted body from all the hard work that he does for your family; convulsing in his arms as you gushed around his penetrative cock.

Rambunctious ugh's came from the both of you, especially from your boy who was in the midst of coming. Your sensitive cunt was jolting as Stephen went on in propelling himself, his face of bliss bringing you ecstacy as it was hot for a beautiful face to be debauched like that. You've forgotten your family who was in search for you when he wholly pulled out just in time for him to spill his warm seed over your torso, his load shooting out in spurts as he breathed heavily above you.

You've both shared silence after a moment of paradise. As a habit you've held Stephen accountable, he'd delicately held onto your jaw with his calloused fingers, pinching them together to set forth over opening your mouth. It was an understanding and idea that you told him about after an act of pleasure. He was against the idea at first before you've basically convinced him that there would be no moment as if you were being degraded. But, he somehow has become used to it after quite some time.

Besides, it was one of your wishes. His miss surely needed to have it when she wants it.

Gradually opening your lips, Stephen has lined his mouth on you. Drawing down a line of spit and aiming to shoot it inside; thoroughly not bothered about the fact of it already as he spat inside your mouth, making you grin as he gathered his spilled cum on your torso with a finger, slipping them inside your vermillion, his eyes in a daze as he concentrated over the mouth that has sucked on his cream-filled fingers---swallowing the mixture of his saliva and release like it was food for your tainted soul.

He certainly didn't expect you to be ribald and deceptive from such a religious family---But, considering your sister and her liberated moments, maybe it was probably in the blood.

"Was it how you liked it today?" he simply acknowledged, tone curious over the fact of being caught by your family was thrilling you which is why you've dragged him along the meadow while he was working, asking him for a quick frigging in a deserted, furtive space.

Stephen helped you wear your dress after snapping his breeches back, keeping himself decent. He still wore his white, dirt-filled tank top. Slipping over his suspenders on his shoulders, the latter remained sitting on the grass as you stood up. The expression on his face mixed with a look of a puppy who was blushing under the moon light, his hair utmost unkempt and clothes looking rumpled as if he had a wild night.

"It was everything, Stephen." you softly muttered, flattening the stresses of your dress with the back of your hand, erasing any proof or evidence that you had a nooky with your family's beautiful helper. A sigh left your lips as the ache of thirst was probing your spine, yearning for more than once today.

"---But, can you do me one more favor?"

"Anything, Miss Y/N."

Stephen waited and watched for your response, seeing you ogling at his beauty as he sat silently, catching sight of those suggestive flicker of your eyes under the night.

You've knelt before him, having your height differences obvious from how you tried being eye to eye as he was still taller than you. He'd simply studied your face, changing into an expression that he wouldn't get to reject---not that he ever does because he had no other choice but to follow what you wanted because you were still his patron.

"Can you visit my chambers after dinner?"

He was quick to become uncertain over the service being asked. His thoughts hastily going to what happened in the middle of fornication a while ago; the risk of being exposed by your family for what you both decided to tumble through the afternoon, "But, Miss---"

His protests were cut short when you've distracted him with a delicate kiss to the lips, using it to your advantage as it left seeing him swallowing his apprehension down in the pit of his stomach. Kissing you back with a soft peck that got you sighing when he pulled away to wait for your answer, his complains never being risked to be told. Currently disoriented from the kiss you've given him out of the blue and from the feeling of being confused over what he should feel for letting you have him explicitly.

"My family won't be awake in the middle of the night,"

"Would...you wish to be ravished again?" he understood what you wanted. Another part of his services that he only gives you because you were artful enough to manipulate him into thinking that the idea was fine---that giving you his body and soul was fine.

Stephen had his utmost respect for everyone in your family because he was thankful for them to be employed in the household. Which is why he was even helping you in this part of favor that he surely could have no say about.

"Yes. Can I have you for the night?---I need you tonight,"

He gave a small smile, his fingers reaching for a couple of bluebells from behind. Completely helpless to be under your demands, "If you are in need of it, then I suppose it is fine. Will it help you sleep at night?" the latter slipped the flower behind your ear, his beam so precious with a soul valuable enough to be exploited or influenced by your manipulative ploys.

"Yes---Yes, it does. It'll keep me in deep slumber rather than sleeping like I never have slept at all,"

"---Then you can have me again if you want to---all night if you wish so,"

You've let him tuck the flower, appreciating how handsome and charming he sweetly smiled when you've taken his fingers and kissed every pad of it.

"Thank you, Stephen. You're amazing,"

"Anything for you, Miss."

There will be no place for Cassandra or any other women in his mind. You were determined to swarm his thoughts with only you---where he would worship no other woman nor let him have the desire to feel pleasure over others. From the moment he came into your lives, you've already marked him as your person when you were younger; having this toxic affection for him from the moment you've seen his sweet, seraph face. His personality and characteristics being adding more to your fixation when he was so kind to be gullible---fastening him in a physical-venereal connection that would aid to your benefit.

Stephen Colley was only yours and a puppy---your puppy that you would gladly take care of forever even if it means to be the bad guy in the house.

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