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omeleta-omelete · 2 years

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And here I am, late for sure, but finally with the second part of this ask game, featuring all the asked headcannons about Raz by @marooncookie! 🎉 Again, I tried my best to properly answer everything... and even though I had a lot of work with some of them but also with my stupid internet, I'm sure it was worth it!

The text wall of headcannons below is once again all organized by colors and emojis, to make your lives at least a bit easier when reading it! Haha! I hope you guys enjoy it! 👉👈

🏳️‍🌈 LGBTQIA+ headcannon - Raz seems to be an absolutely straight sweetheart, and that's it! He definetly will grow up to be the best boyfriend / husband ever, just like his dad Gomez Adams! XD

💌 Fluffy headcannon - my headcannon is that Raz has basically two ways to show affection: or he invests a little of his time to be with the ones he loves, or he helps everyone with something. Absolutely anything, as long as he knows that person will be happy in the end... which is kinda problematic, as we could see by his actions in Psychonauts 2, but I'm sure he will learn how to do it in a healthier way!

💔 Angsty headcannon - I have this headcannon that Raz will have a terrible dead due his relationships with the Psychonauts, at least in some alternative timeline or whatever. Basically, he would dig into stuff he definetly shouldn't be researching about (even if he was doing so just to fullfil his curiosity), and such research would led him to discovery the worst, shadiest things done by the organization. Confidential information about polemic psychic incidents, sanatoriums... stuff done for the government, that the government kept to itself. However, instead of stopping there, Raz would feel so mad and disappointed that he wouldn't stop his research, hoping to someday maybe fixing all the harm done. Did the government want it, though? Absolutely not! 🚫 So they chased Raz, aiming to eliminate him. But he, noticing the suspicious amount of dangerous accidents that were happening around him, started to doubt everyone, everything. He doubted the Psychic Seven, Truman, Hollis... even Sasha and Milla's true intentions. And the fear to see his loved ones getting hurt made him isolated... or almost, Lili was just too hard headed to walk away from her boyfriend's life. Until one day they couldn't hid anymore... and during a night mission, they died alone in a suspicious car crash.

🧸 Hurt / confort headcannon - after Psychonauts 2 ending, I can't headcannon anything but Raz finally reconciling with his family! After all, now that he realized no one never hated him, and now that the Aquatos are more opened to deconstruct their prejudices and accept their psychic side, I'm pretty sure things will be better. I mean... yes, I know that's not exactly a Raz headcannon, but anything would be more endearing than Donatella cooking Raz a huge amount of his favorite food, and after she silently watched stared him dinner, she would ask him to help her wash the dishes only so she could tell him about how she was not acting like the mother he deserved lately, about how she was sorry for having hurt his feelings... but of course without never saying these exactly words - she's still an 80s mother, after all. Or an embarrassed Dion talking with Raz while they cleaned up after a show, however, he ends getting so emotional after bear-hugging him that his eyes fill up of tears and he completely forgets about what they were doing before that. Now, Frazie surely would try asking Raz for some psychic training... in the weirdest way possible. Because first she wouldn't just talk with him, oh no! She would appear from the top a tree while screaming "HEY RAZ, CATCH IT!" rightly before throwing at him pinecone, in one of their old mind games. And everyday day she would play with him a different game, until he asked what the hell was going on... or until she finally got the courage to adress the issue.

🪀 Silly headcannon - Raz won't admit it to anyone, but the truth is that his job as a Psychonauts is the perfect excuse for his "pretending to be a super cool spy" childhood games stop seeming weird. I think he's a very imaginative kid, who's always creating new toys from scraps or new games to play with his siblings - specially when he's bored, or when Tala and Queepie are acting like if each one of them had eaten a whole package of sugar. Also, I guess he also likes to wander around all alone, or along his sisters (because they're just way cooler than his brothers) and visit all the tourist places in the small towns they pass by. I also love wholeheartedly the headcannon by @rachonaut on Twitter that Raz needs glasses but he won't admit it! LMAO

💤 Sleep headcannon - Raz is an easy sleeper. It doesn't matter if it's too light or too noisy. If he's trying to sleep on his bed, on the chouch or the floor... if everything is moving or still. He sleeps extremely easy, and once he falls asleep, nothing can woke him up but Frazie's way too loud snoring. Now, all of that stops being true when he gets distressed with something. Sometimes he's so pissed, afraid or anxious that he just can't sleep at all, not until he is certified that nothing bad will happen.

✨ A ship I like with this character - Lili, definetly! They're not only cute together, they also have an awesome dinamic! And as I already said on the first half of this ask game: they surely will develop a very strong psychic connection in the future, despite the many ups and downs they will go through as time passes.

🔪 A ship I don't like with this character - Sasha, or any other adult characters. Come on, that's straight up pedophilia and it's not acceptable at all! It's just gross, morally dubious (at it's best) and absolutely, absolutely illegal!

🎃 Something I think he's afraid of - besides fearing water like all the other Aquatos (oh gosh, I love how ironic their name is), my guess is that Raz biggest fear is to disappoint the ones he loves, specially his parents. I mean, that's actually something shown in both games, but specially in Psychonauts 1! During the Meat Circus, he's not afraid of dying at all - he's afraid to disapoint his dad, to not being able to live up to his expectations, and of not being loved because of that.

📦 Overall feelings about him - overall, I love Raz and that's needless to say! He's a good boy with a big heart and an awesome humour... he's complex, but not in an angsty way - let's be honest. The duality between his cool persona and his actual nerdy, way to excited personality is absolutely hilarious! 😂

📢 Favorite thing about him in canon - definitely, his humour. Raz has some hilarious puns and an immaculate sarcasm that must be appreciated!

🧨 Least favorite about him in canon - I guess I get so pissed about it because it's painfully relatable, but Raz, honey... YOU HAVE TO IMPOSE YOURSELF! Stop letting those adults to be so mean with you, you deserve better than that!

💬 Favorite line he said - honestly, Raz has lots and lots of awesome lines, so chosing just one of them was way more difficult than I ever thought it would be! 🤡 But after much consideration, I finally decided which lines will be honored today: the one about not drinking before noon, and the CAH CAH (or was it CAH-CAW? Was it hyphenated?) in it's entirety. They both made me laugh more than it's acceptable to laugh while playing games.

🔔 Unpopular opinion - I know that Raz is the fandom's darling (which is very reasonable), but portraying him as a little, helpless kid who suffers with what is just a projection of our own issues is just so wrong! Raz is a sweet but sarcastic ten years old, not a toddler who cries for his mama because someone was a bit meaner to him than usual. I know that self projection is perfectly normal, and that it's crazily easy to do so with characters we love. You absolutely can headcannon so many things as desired, but there must exist a line between a healthy amount of self projection and complete changes about how a character behaves to the point he / she / they becomes someone almost unrecognizable. The world isn't a shiny bunch of rainbows, and that's the best qualitie about Raz: he's strong enough to deal with life the way it is even though he will need lots of therapy later on . 😅

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I absolutely hate how the fandom portrays Raz as not knowing some basic, extremely popular stuff about pop culture in general. He grew up on the circus - not in a faraway countryside or isolated tribe (and I'm saying isolated, because lots of indigenous communities have intense contact with our globalized society). And he grew up in the 80s! So even if indeed Raz didn't have access to telephones and television in a daily basis, he still got the radio, the magazines and the newspaper - all three things being available almost everywhere -, besides being exposed to the ridiculous amount of propaganda spread all over the cities! Saying that he' never heard of the most popular bands, movies and news is not only a big stretch... it sounds extremely prejudiced to me!

🔈A song that reminds me of him - is it cliché? Yes, it is. But how could I dare chosing any other song but Rasputin, by Boney M? That song is Raz, and Raz... is this song! 🕺 Simple as that LOL.

Oof. So... I guess that's all for today! I really hope I could give you at least some satisfactory answers! 😅

Do you reader have any other Psychonauts related asks for this ask game? Go ahead and ask them all - answering you guys is always a pleasure! ❤️ Bye bye, and see you later!

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention.

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

-----

“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.”

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?”

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions.

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

-----

The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall.

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head. The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast.

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again.

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming.

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.”

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts.

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt.

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

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jaedore · 3 years

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 | 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: jaehyun x reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: mythology!au, angst, romance

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, suggestive (just making out lol), mentions of alcohol, violence (mentions of choking)

𝐚/𝐧: if you are uncomfortable with these themes then i highly suggest you no longer interact! also, thoughts/emphasis are italicized. I'll just put the header on when I have the patience bc I felt like this is long overdue

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You woke up finding your body was stiff and sore. It overpowered the pain in your wounded knees that stung with every movement of your limbs. Yesterday seemed like days ago, it felt like a fever dream. No, a nightmare. All you wanted to do was just curl up in bed, but then you remembered that your mother and you were having dinner at Jaehyun’s place. You’ve never gone to the Underworld, you didn’t hear many good things about it and that terrified you. What if Cerberus ate you? What if a wandering, lost soul stole your soul? The questions were endless and it sent you down a spiral of nervousness.

“Y/n?” Your mother softly came in, an apron hung around her neck and the aroma of breakfast food seeped into your room.

“Morning, mom,” you croaked.

“How are you feeling?”

Your mind flashed back to yesterday; Jaehyun in your room, tending your wounds, being flirtatious, or whatever. You remembered it as clear as the Fountain of Youth.

“I’m fine,” you answered, swiping the sheets away from your body to peer at the wounds.

You gently peeled back the bandage a bit only to see that the wound was almost gone. It held a faint discoloration as it was in the process of healing, but you were impressed nonetheless.

“So,” your mother began as she sat on the edge of your bed, “tonight, I was thinking about bringing a pasta dish. Or should we bring a cake? A pie maybe?”

“We can just pick up a pie from the bakery,” you brushed your hand in the air, dismissing any ideas, “it’ll be easier anyways.”

“Ah, yes. Hades does like his spicy chocolate pies,” your mother hums as she smoothes her palm against your bedsheet.

“Ugh, I don’t know how he eats that stuff,” you grumble, swinging your legs off your bed.

“Well, he is the God of the Underworld,” she raises both of her eyebrows at you, “so, what will you be doing today? It’s super nice out.”

Peering at your window, the sun shines brightly in the sky. The sky is bare of clouds and it does seem like a beautiful day today. You can imagine yourself sitting in the grass with a book in your palms. But you had more important things to do today, like beating the shit out of Maeve.

Your shoulders slump as you reply, “I’m going to go train with Mark.”

“You’re always training with that boy,” she narrows her eyes at you, “are you in love with him?”

“Mother!” You raise your voice, snapping your head to her, “No, I am not.”

Athena only laughs at your reply as she gets up and makes her way out of your room.

“Hey, Y/n?” her voice stops you before you step into the bathroom.

“Yes, mom?”

“You know you can tell me anything right?” she asks, her voice sweet and loving.

You nodded, recalling the things that happened last night at the beach. You haven’t told her and she must be worried, but you’re too drained and confused to spill it. So you spare her a small smile as you walk into the bathroom, not saying a word about what happened.

“Come on! You can hit harder!”

Annoyed at Mark’s ‘words of encouragement’, you purse your lips as you attempt to hit the boxing pad with your mitts. You were beginning to get tired, your arms burned from the repetitive movements and your knees ached as it chased after your feet. Mark hasn’t given you a break since you’ve gotten here and it’s almost been an hour of constant hitting.

Growing frustrated, you shouted in protest, “I’m done!” you throw your mitts on the dirt.

Mark sighs, seeing the frustration in your eyes, “Okay, what’s really going on?”

You exhale a short breath, “Nothing you’d be interested in,” you answer him sharply as you walk towards one of the rocks to sit on. Mark follows you closely, but quietly afraid to set off the fuming bomb of anger you always held.

“You know,” he starts, “I’ve heard a lot of mysterious things about you,” he plops right next to you.

You curl your legs up to your chest as you stare forward at the waterfall, “Like what?” you mumble, really not interested in what he’s heard because it’s all been bad stuff.

“You tell me,” Mark shrugs.

You tighten your hold on your legs, “I think someone’s out to get me,” you whisper.

Mark leans in to hear you clearer, “Maeve?” he whispers back.

You shudder, her name bringing back awful memories, “Yeah, but I’m not sure why. I have nothing that has to do with her. Sure, I provoked her on the first day, but...it wasn’t severe to draw it out this far.”

Mark’s eyebrows furrow, “What do you mean?”

You explained what happened last night at the beach party. You quivered as you retold the story from your perspective. It was a vivid nightmare that you didn’t know how to wake.

“Where is Lucas now?” Mark asked.

You fumed at the male’s name. He hasn’t texted or called you since last night. He would be the key to all of your answers, but he wouldn’t answer any of your messages or calls. Lucas was friendly, always nice, and shined bright like the sun. You just wondered what he was up to.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, picking up the mitts from the ground, “come on. We came here to train. Plus, I want to forget it all.”

Mark quickly jumps to his feet, “do you think this has anything to do with the feud between Hades, your mother, and her’s?”

You tilted your head to the side, “What feud?”

Mark smirked, “Guess you don’t know then.”

“Mark,” you lowered your voice when he dismissed your question, “what. Feud?”

“I’ll tell you if you can beat me,” he said, picking up the other pair of mitts that laid on the ground.

Storming into your house, you shouted, “Why didn’t you tell me about the feud you had with Hades and Eris?”

Taken aback, she looked at you with wide eyes, almost dropping the spoon she held, “w-what are you talking about?”

You inhaled, “Why didn’t you tell me that after the Titan War, Hades, and apparently Zeus, imprisoned Eris in Tartarus? And that you were helping them and now she’s after me, possibly because of it?”

“Who told you that?” your mother calmly put down the spoon and rubbed her palms on her thighs.

“Does that really matter right now, mom?” your voice rose in anger.

“Sit down,” she wipes her hand on a napkin, discarding it as she walks towards you, who begins to be seated at the dinner table.

“Eris and I were good friends, we trained together as kids. She was good, almost better than me, but there was always the tension of competition between us. One could only be good in the eyes of Zeus so we grew up and trained with that mindset. As we got older, we were still good friends, but there was always that silent tension between us. When the Titan war came to be, Eris rebelled and fought against us,” your mother sighed, anguish tainting the streaks of her face, “I tried everything in my power to persuade her to fight with us, to be on our side, but that’s when she said all of the things that were never said. That I was the favorite, I was the best only because I was the favorite, I was only fighting along Zeus because he favored me more than her. Not because I was good or tactful, she disregarded our training together...our friendship, the bond that we had growing up. It was stupid really, but eventually, we beat their army and imprisoned her. According to Zeus, she did more damage during the war that I wasn’t aware of. That’s why she’s imprisoned in Tartarus. I haven’t asked because she’s...she’s dead to me really.”

You leaned back in her seat, realizing that Maeve probably was only acting out of feeling because of the relationship between both of your mothers. Her mother was imprisoned in the deep abyss below the Underworld, while yours lived a perfect, rewarding life.

“Is that why we’re going to the Underworld tonight? To talk to Zeus?” you quietly asked.

Your mother nodded, “I know I should’ve told you. I’m sorry. I just didn’t think of the possibilities of her coming for you through her daughter because of me.”

You shook your head, “It’s fine. I just want this to stop,” your fingertips brushed against your neck.

“Well,” your mother sighed, peering at her watch, “you don’t really have time to get ready, so why don’t you rinse your face from the sweat, and then we’ll pick up the pie and head on down.”

Head on down. You whimpered as you stood up. And it wasn’t because of your sore legs.

As you washed your face, you wondered if Jaehyun would be eating with you guys. You recall that Hades said Jaehyun was always at the Mourning Fields talking to the souls that wandered there. There, holds the souls that wasted their souls on unrequited love. Does Jaehyun love someone? Or does he not? Then you remembered how he took up space in your room last night. His fingertips sent icicle daggers through your skin that you felt their phantom as you wiped your face on the nearby towel. With the hopes of Jaehyun not speaking to you tonight, you braced yourself on the journey of walking down into the Underworld.

You jumped back at the sound of barking. Cerberus. The three-headed dog barks at both you and your mother. No matter how powerful your mother, Athena, was, she had no power over a creature created to guard the gates of the Underworld.

“Why isn’t he coming? I rang the doorbell like five minutes ago,” your mother grumbled.

As if on cue, the gates opened and the growling sounds of Cerberus silenced in question.

“They are not the enemy or the dead, Cerberus. They’re our guests.” a voice rang above you. You found out later that the voice belonged to Hades, but you saw Jaehyun stepping out from behind the black, iron gates.

“Good evening, sorry for the wait.” Jaehyun bowed to you both.

Your mother paused, regretting the comment she made before as she saw how handsome Jaehyun was, “You’re Jaehyun, right? You grew up so well.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Tch “ma’am”. As if you actually had manners. You rolled your eyes at his sense of poise. You wonder where he learned such acts in a short amount of time.

Your mother nudged you, “do you have anything to say?” she whispered.

You inhaled a sharp breath, narrowing your eyes at the prideful male in front of you, “Thank you for having us,” you mumbled, barely nodding to him.

“Please, this way.”

Jaehyun led your mother and you towards Hades’ Palace, the stone tower tall enough to peek through the rising fog of the evening. Across the path to the left stood the Judgement Pavilion. Several souls lined up waiting for their next home where they’d be trapped forever. One of the souls snapped their eyes to you as if they knew where you stood, who you were. Their eyes were full of darkness and fury, almost consuming you into a tunnel of doom.

Jaehyun snatched your arm, his grip vice-like, “Don’t look at any soul who hasn’t been through the Judgement Pavilion, it’s their last chance to steal a living being’s soul before they’re judged into exile.” You hadn’t realized it but it was only you and Jaehyun who stood on the pavement that led you to Hades’ Palace.

You looked ahead not seeing her, “Where’s my mom?”

“She already went in. We didn’t even notice you were gone until she asked you something to only find you not behind us.”

You inhaled a sharp breath, “How long have I been standing here?”

“Around five minutes, you didn’t hear me call you?” Jaehyun’s eyebrows furrowed.

Shaking your head in denial you said, “No, I didn’t until you grabbed my arm,” you eyed down to your arm seeing that he still held you. Jaehyun’s grip loosened as he also realized that he hadn’t let go yet.

“Come on, let’s go,” his hand tightened around your arm once again as he dragged you towards the stone palace.

“I can walk myself,” you snapped at him, attempting to yank your arm from his clutch.

Jaehyun turned to you, his eyes cool and icy, sending chills down your spine, “I know,” he lowly said, “but I’m not taking my chances,” he gripped your arm again, leading you to his home.

The moonlight barely shined against the copper stone of his palace, creating sheer darkness looking like it hadn’t been touched for centuries. As unwelcoming as it felt, you could smell the complete opposite; a small scent of mint, the natural smell of tree bark, and the faintest feather of lavender. You glanced forward at Jaehyun, he hadn’t spared you look as you two made your way towards his home.

Jaehyun led you past the Asphodel Meadows, only tugging on your arm harder to bring your senses back. He was right to do so because looking at it was hypnotizing. You were even surprised that the ground-up dirt was able to grow flowers, and not knowing what kind they were, they were the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. The trees that sheltered them were bare of leaves and plants, creating a haunting aura, but it didn’t alarm you enough to look away.

“Come on,” Jaehyun tugged at you once again, this time gaining your attention.

You glared at him making you feel like some child that wasn’t able to concentrate. “What’s down there?”

He glanced back at you, mirroring your expression, “You don’t want to know.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t. Now hush, we’re almost there.”

After a few more steps, you both came to face his home. The palace was bigger than you expected as it loomed over you. It felt like you were walking into your own exile.

“I thought you got lost,” your mother called to you as you walked in with Jaehyun behind you.

“She almost did,” he mumbled as he passed you to sit at the dinner table.

“She’s always been a curious one,” your mother laughed.

“That could get you in some serious trouble, girl,” Hades walked into the room with spoons in his hand. The high-pitched cackling sound of the spoon hitting the dishes made you wince, “come sit, it’s almost time to eat.”

Obeying Hades’ words, you idly sat next to Jaehyun with shame settling in your bones because you felt embarrassed that he had to drag your ass back to his place. The skin where his hands once grasped your arm felt tingly and you couldn’t burn it from your mind. It’s not like you and Jaehyun had many encounters, or rather, pleasant encounters, but you can’t help yourself but stare at him from the corner of your eye. Jaehyun sits with poise and pride, but you can see the burden he carries in the way he slightly slouches and the exhausted sigh that wriggles from his lips.

As everyone eats, you can’t help but think what Jaehyun’s thinking about. You can tell he’s thinking about something from the tension in his brow and the small pout coming from his bottom lip. From time to time, you ignore the small moments where his arm or leg brushes against yours or when you both reach for the same dish. And there’s a sort of tension over the table as everyone silently hides their comments as their food reaches their lips.

Hades is the first to speak, “So, I’ve heard you’ve had quite the events lately,” his tone low and cautious.

You clear your throat, “Um, yes.”

You begin to tell him everything that’s happened from the start of Maeve to the event in the Phantasms Forest. Not leaving out a single detail, you didn’t even notice your hands tensing up until you felt warmth from another on top of your chilled skin. Turning to your mother, she nods to you in comfort, letting you know that you’re doing well and you’re strong for facing what you’ve been through. Hades listens closely, not reaching for his food and feeling the slight disgust from those who caused you harm. Truth be told, he knew what was happening and why it was happening to you. Slightly nodding at your mother, they both lifted themselves from their seats and walked out the door leaving you and Jaehyun alone.

You turned to the male to your right, “Where are they going?”

Jaehyun shrugs, grabbing the nearby plates, “Probably to Tartarus.”

“What?” You snapped up on your legs, immediately following him to the kitchen sink, “Why?

“I’m sure you know that’s where they’re keeping Eris,” Jaehyun spares you a glance as he begins soaking a sponge in soap.

“Yeah,” you crossed your arms, “but why are they going down there? To talk to her? What is she going to do? What are they going to do? How long is this going to take?”

Tired of the overload from your questions, Jaehyun turns to you. Unbeknown that you were leaning forward towards him as you spoke, your eyes widened as you came face to face with the hot-headed male. His eyes were a pool of darkness with a hint of brown like melted dark chocolate. You stood in front of him with your feet glued to the ground. Heat radiated off your body as you parted your lips. Jaehyun’s eyes flickered down. He sharply inhaled to only let it out as he turned away and began scrubbing the dishes again.

“Bring the dishes to me and I’ll wash them,” he said before you could turn away from him.

You clutched the collar of your shirt. What was that? Your fingers trembled around a plate when you realized that he didn’t even answer any of your problems.

Setting them on the counter next to him, you snapped, “You didn’t even reply to my questions.”

“You talk too much.”

Stunned, you purse your lips and walk away. He can clean the kitchen by himself. You sat yourself in their living room, plopping yourself on the couch. If it weren’t for the dim lamp that flickered in the far corner of the room, you would’ve walked around blindly. The walls were painted in black, the rug was black, and even the couch you sat on was black. Everything was black like a fire had torn through the palace. The only color that caught your attention was the pictures that sat on top of the unlit fireplace. Making your way towards the photos, you found family photos of Jaehyun and his parents. It looked like a regular family you would suspect in the human world, a mother and father playing with their toddler son in the park. Except it wasn’t a park and it wasn’t a regular family. The field Jaehyun played on was the Field of Asphodel, but it was beautiful, there was greenery, grass, and beautiful flowers that bloomed around little Jaehyun. You wondered what happened to the breathtaking scenery. Your eyes landed on a particular picture that made the corners of your lips lift in the slightest. There, laid little Jaehyun sleeping peacefully in the embrace of Cerberus who also laid in slumber around the little boy, sheltering him from the rain that penetrated to the Underworld. Cute. The faint blur of a finger covered the corner of the picture, you wondered who took this photo. You thought that maybe it was his mother, Persephone, who no one’s heard of for years. The last thing you heard was that Hades kidnapped her after eating six pomegranate seeds and she was forced to live six months in the Underworld and six months in the mortal world, Earth. But she hasn’t returned from her six months on Earth. And it’s been 20 years.

“No, I don’t know where she is, nor do I really care,” Jaehyun said beside you.

Jumping, you didn’t even realize he was there. Holding your chest, you panted, “I didn’t even say anything this time.”

“I know,” he glanced at you, his gaze flickering back to your lips, then lower to your neck, “but you were thinking it.”

“I-”

“Come, I might have some ointment left for your neck,” Jaehyun doesn’t even give you a chance to protest.

Grabbing your wrist, you obediently follow him back into the kitchen.

“Sit,” he commands.

You look around in question, “Where the hell am I going to sit?”

Jaehyun reached up to the upper cupboard, the bottom of his shirt slightly lifting with his shoulders to reveal his back, “on the counter, of course,” you averted your eyes somewhere else when he turned to face you, “unless you want to sit on my lap,” he smirks.

You shake your head, lifting yourself on the counter. Even if you sat on the counter, you were only tall enough to meet him at eye level. Snapping the cap open, the familiar smell of mint and ginger filled your nose as he dipped two fingers in the gooey substance. A very sinful scenario flashed across your mind as he pulled those fingers back out, his digits drenched in the healing fluid. Squeezing your legs together, you cleared your throat as he crept closer to you, but that only led to Jaehyun sliding his free hand around your nape to pull you closer.

“I don’t bite,” he whispers, that smirk returning.

“I didn’t ev-”

You tensed as Jaehyun’s fingertips brushed on your skin to apply the ointment. Both of your bodies were so close to each other, the only blockage being your knees that dug into this stiff abdomen. It also didn’t help that Jaehyun’s face was incredibly close to yours. With one movement, your lips would’ve met.

“Relax,” he whispers, his eyes switching up to meet yours.

Chills shoot down your spine, a sudden heat pooled at the bottom of your stomach at the breeze of his breath. But eventually, you relaxed. Until you felt his hand on your neck rubbing circles. He repeatedly dipped those long digits of his in the ointment and reapplied it to your neck. To be honest, you thought it looked fine, it was still sore and hurt in certain places but it felt like he was lathering you in it. Once in a while, you’d wince at the pressure Jaehyun’s fingertips pressed against some of the bruises.

“Sorry,” he’d murmur. You’d thin your lips but relax as soon as he apologizes, his voice sounding sincere and gentle.

Slightly turning to the side, you let out a troubled breath, sharply inhaling another, repeating those steps over again and again until Jaehyun slowly pulled away. His warm hand slipped from your nape and your breath trembled, the cold air settling on it as soon as he pulled away. You watched him set the ointment back where he got it from, not missing the flutter of his skin that revealed the slight muscles in his lower back. Oh boy, you sighed.

Jaehyun turned back to you, “You alright?”

You nodded, “Will it still be there by tomorrow?”

Jaehyun walked to you as you stayed glued to the counter, he hummed, “Considering that you almost met death twice in the span of two days, it’ll take a few days,” he was closer once again, “just be careful,” his voice in a low whisper.

You could feel his breath brisk your cheeks. You didn’t know if it was your own heat warming you up or the faint warmth of the words that escaped his plump lips. You felt his abdomen on the curl of your knees like before and there wasn’t a way to bring them closer because it’d reveal to him what you were thinking...or feeling. Maybe you weren’t thinking clearly, maybe you were just lonely. But the longer you stayed in front of him, your desire to kiss him grew. He’s been nothing but cold and mean, but he’s been so kind and taking care of you despite his spiteful aura. You sucked in your bottom lip, stopping whatever trembling words attempted to escape from the cage of your tongue.

You sucked in a sharp breath when Jaehyun’s hands slid to your waist.

“Don’t do that,” Jaehyun brought him closer to you, prying your legs open to create space for him.

You sucked in another sharp breath, “Do what?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Jaehyun seemed to be drawing closer to you, his gaze occasionally glancing at your lips as both of your breaths began to weigh down. Closing your eyes, you swore you felt his lips brush yours until you realized he wasn’t kissing you at all, but instead lifting you until you were back on your feet. With bodies still closer than the stars were to the moon, you tipped your head up to meet his gaze. Already looking at you, Jaehyun let out a heavy sigh.

You should’ve inhaled another breath because the next second, you found yourself against Jaehyun’s lips. Those lips that were so pink and so inviting met yours. It felt like Olympus was on pause and it was just you and him. No Maeve, no darkness, nothing. A heavy sensation of peace settled in the curve of your palms as you dragged them down his chest. You gasped when he bit your lip, sucking and, licking it for permission of entrance and you immediately complied, not giving it any thought at all. Those calloused hands of his wrapped around the small of your back, pulling you closer flush against his body, against his hips. Jaehyun’s tongue danced with yours, a gasp revering the way he held you close to him, the way with each stroke, you moaned enough to satisfy him. Until he pulled away.

With panting breaths and blinking eyes scattering across yours, you could see the panic in his eyes. You could see instant regret that pooled in the darkness of his eyes, yet you couldn’t help but inhale when he stepped away, the heat of his body replaced with his familiar coldness. Your eyes follow Jaehyun as he runs out of his home. Not saying anything to you, but leaving you alone in the darkness of his home. In the Underworld. Standing alone in his kitchen, you could hear the loud beating of your heart penetrating your ears, blocking the sound of droplets from the faucet, the hum of the house, and the confusion in your breath. Your fingers fly to your lips, the feeling burns yours like a scar. Was it something you said? Was it something you did? Gulping, you frantically searched the cupboards for a cup of water, thirst reaching your throat, but instead you found a section that opened up to bottles of whisky and wine.

Even better. Finding a drying cup in the sink, you poured yourself a glass of the bronze liquid, not caring for it’s age or make. You winced as the liquid scorched your throat, coughing at the slightly burning sensation that warmed your mouth, but anything was better than the searing feeling of his lips and the pain of when he pulled away.

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Idea: enemies to lovers w Fred or George, with smut???

oh HELL yeah that’s what i’m talking ab!!! i’ll be writing that soon thank u <33

UPDATE: I wrote it. Here!!

Pride and Prejudice

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, NSFW 18+ ONLY, smut (I’ll add a warning so you can skip it if you don’t want to read it): face fucking, oral (male and female receiving), grinding, unprotected sex (it’s not worth it irl pls use a condom <3)

Word Count: 4.2k

One could definitely say Y/N and Fred didn’t get along. It was always strange to both of them, considering that they were so similar, they got along with each other’s friends, but when it came to each other something just didn’t click. George figured they were too similar, Angelina thought they were just too competitive with each other, but neither Fred nor Y/N could really place why. They just didn’t like each other and did about anything they could to piss the other off.

It was always silly pranks, minor jokes, and constant bickering. The first time Fred had ever pranked Y/N was their first year at Hogwarts. Right as she was pulling a mandrake out of its pot, he slipped her earmuffs off, causing her to faint. Or, at least, this is how she remembered it. Little did he know, Y/N was just as fierce as he was and more than willing to get him back. He had successfully started a prank war. About a week after she had been embarrassed in front of her entire class, she decided revenge was a dish best served by house elves. She sweet-talked some of the house elves in the kitchens into charming his plate, so every time he tried to put food on it the food would disappear. The pranks went on, ranging from changing each other’s hair color, charming broomsticks to constantly knock them off, and stealing the other’s homework.

Although, it seemed to be getting a lot worse in their sixth year. The pranks were getting to be a lot, the lack of teamwork during quidditch, the bickering. All of it was starting to get old to their friends. Finally, one day, everything exploded.

Fred had a great idea that morning for how he was going to fuck with Y/N that day. He had gotten his hands on some veritaserum the year before, and although their friends typically used it during truth or dare, he had decided it might be fun to give it to Y/N right before potions. So, as she turned to talk to Angelina, Fred slipped some into her juice. About fifteen minutes later, Y/N answered every question asked to her truthfully, and she knew there was a problem.

“Hey, Y/N, what time did you go to sleep last night?” Fred asked, testing to see if it had kicked in yet. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

“I couldn’t fall asleep until like four because of Angelina’s snoring.” She quickly put a hand over her mouth, eyes wide.

“Y/N! That’s kind of rude.” Angelina lightly slapped Y/N’s arm.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.” Y/N’s cheeks were flushed red. When they all sat down in potions, trouble started.

“Miss Y/L/N, what is the last ingredient meant to be added to liquid luck?”

“I’m sorry, professor, I don’t know the answer because I’m busy having a life.” The class, Snape included, fell entirely silent, Fred trying to hold back his laughter as to not give himself away.

“Twenty points from Gryffindor, Miss Y/L/N see me after class.”

“What, so you can mentally abuse me like you do your other students?”

“Fifty points, want to make it more?” Snape threatened, turning around. His cape flung across the front of the classroom, and before Y/N could make another comment about Snape, Angelina spoke.

“Y/N, what’s gotten into you today? That’s not funny.” Angelina whispered to Y/N.

“Angelina, it’s not meant to be funny, but even if it were, it would go over your head.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Aren’t you failing all of your classes right now? You spend so much time practicing quidditch, like sure we get it. You’re good, but maybe you’d be a little smarter if you paid attention in classes.” Once again, Y/N slammed her hand over her mouth. Fred started cackling, although neither Angelina nor George found it funny.

“What are you laughing about?” George asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hey, Y/N, are you sure that’s why she’s failing?” Fred snickered, ignoring George.

“Actually, Angelina, maybe if you spent less time ogling George you’d do better in this course. Or maybe it’s just because Snape actually is a terrible teacher, right professor? I mean, he doesn’t actually teach anything, all we do is read from the stupid text that’s older than Professor-I-don’t-wash-my-hair up there.” This time, Fred was laughing so hard that other people in the classroom started quietly laughing. Y/N and Angelina were both crying at this point. “I can’t stop, what’s wrong with me?” Snape, immediately understanding what was going on, sent both Fred and Y/N to their head of house.

“Mr. Weasley, do you understand that you drugged a student? This is a serious offense. We have a girl in tears in potions.” McGonagall lectured. Fred held back a smirk, trying to keep himself from laughing.

“It’s just veritaserum, she’s the one who said all of that mean stuff.”

“Yes, Mr. Weasley, but it’s also your fault. Frankly, the professors and I are quite tired of the pranking and joking between you two. We understand there’s some kind of rivalry here, but it’s gone too far this time. You humiliated a student and a professor during class. Both of you.” Y/N had tear tracks on her cheeks and almost started crying while being lectured.

“I think it’s time you two learn to get together. One month of detention. Immediately after classes, I want you both in my office. Every afternoon, weekends too. No more Hogsmeade trips this year.”

“Professor--”

“I don’t want to hear it. We’ll see if you can attend the yule ball in December when we get there.” Now Y/N was crying, upset that she might miss out on something everyone else would be able to go to.

“I can’t believe you drugged me.”

“Shut up, it’s literally just veritaserum.”

“Whatever, you prick, no one will talk to me anymore. Angelina’s my best friend, and she won’t even look at me.”

“Well, George won’t talk to me, either. So, whatever. We’re in it together.”

“Because of you, do you ever even think before you act?”

“I’m sorry, you’re speaking to me about thinking before I act? Couldn’t you have just not spoken?”

“Do you even know how veritaserum works? You dipshit.”

The two argued on opposite sides of McGonagall’s classroom, having been ordered to literally just sit there, eat dinner, and go to bed when they’re done.

“What kind of detention is this anyway? No lines, no trophy polishing.”

“They’re just trying to get us to deal with each other. And stop pranking each other, probably.” Y/N glared at Fred, narrowing her eyes. He rolled his.

The next day at their second detention, they sat in silence for the majority of their time together. Y/N was just glad they weren’t arguing this time.

“Has Angelina spoken to you, yet?” Fred broke the silence about a half-hour before detention was over, and they could return to their common room to do homework before bed.

“No, has George spoken to you?” Y/N asked politely.

“No.” Fred deadpanned.

“Do you feel bad yet?” She smirked, staring at her hands.

“Yes, but not for you.” Y/N rolled her eyes at his response.

“Whatever, prick.”

“Look, we wouldn’t be in this boat if you hadn’t dyed my hair green last year.”

“Actually, we wouldn’t be in this boat if you hadn’t made my broom knock me off in the middle of the quidditch pitch. I had a concussion, you fucker.”

“Actually--”

“Oh my god, actually, I don’t care. Okay? Shut up.” Y/N snapped, finally turning to look at him. He looked over at her. Their eye contact was uncomfortable, challenging.

Finally, a week after their detentions started, Y/N decided to try civility.

“So...how was your day?” Y/N asked, picking at her nails.

“So we’re not arguing today? Are you playing a trick on me?”

“If you’re going to catch an attitude with me then forget it. I just haven’t spoken to anyone other than you for the past week. I figured we should at least have one positive conversation.” She rolled her eyes, turning in her chair to look over at him.

“My day was uneventful, thanks,” Fred answered, turning in his chair to look over at her. “...how was yours?”

“The same.”

“Lame.”

“I mean, yeah, obviously.”

“What homework do you have?”

“Potions still. I suppose Professor Oily wasn’t too happy with the truth on my mind.” Fred smirked at this answer.

“You have to admit, what you said to him was hilarious.”

“Oh yeah, I don’t give a shit about bullying him, I’m just upset Angelina’s still upset.”

“That’s fair, I didn’t mean to cause that. I’m sorry. I guess.” Fred apologized. “Don’t let that go to your head.” He added quickly, seeing a smile form on Y/N’s face.

“Have you ever apologized in your life before now.”

“Countless times, I just didn’t ever care enough to apologize to you.” He chided.

“Oh, so we are arguing today, then?”

“No, sorry. I just,” He paused, looking for the right words.

“Don’t like me?” Y/N assumed.

“That’s not even it, I guess. I don’t have a reason to dislike you.” Fred shrugged. It was weird because he only disliked her because she disliked him.

“I know!! I only dislike you because you started the pranks when we were eleven.” Y/N spoke up excitedly.

“Did I?” Fred scrunched his face, trying to remember.

“Yeah, you took my earmuffs off when we were pulling mandrakes in herbology first year.” Y/N shrugged, now seeing that it wasn’t worth being so upset about.

“Oh, no, that was an accident. I was trying to make it cover your ears better, but I accidentally pulled it off.” Y/N froze, her eyes closing.

“Oh, Godric.” She facepalmed.

“What?” Fred asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“You idiot!! If you had just told me that we wouldn’t be here.” She stood, stomping her foot.

“What does that mean?” Fred stood.

“I pranked you a week after that happened. I made all the food on your plate disappear.” Her hands were balled into fists at her side.

“See! I knew you started it.” He pointed accusingly at her.

“Only because you’re awful at communicating!” She pointed back.

“...So…this all started from a miscommunication?” He stared at the ground, realizing he had an enemy after all this time that could’ve been a friend.

“Exactly.”

“Okay, go home.” McGonagall flung the door open, excusing the two. The two grabbed their bags and left the classroom. On the walk back to the Gryffindor dorms, they spoke about how stupid they felt after all this time of hating each other for no reason. They worked on their homework together, having no one else to help them, and went to bed.

Saturday arrived, and the two arrived at the classroom together. After McGonagall left, they spoke of previous pranks that had actually been great ideas. They spoke about quidditch, classes, the Triwizard tournament. Eventually, they got back to talking about their lack of friends.

“I guess it’s probably worse for you, though, since George is your twin.” Y/N offered, a frown on her face.

“He’ll get over it. He always does, and I’ve tried apologizing a ton already. At this point, I think maybe they’re being a bit dramatic.”

“Or they’re planning something.”

“Like, revenge?”

“Maybe.” Y/N’s face scrunched in thought.

“Well, anyway, did you see McGonagall use Ron when she was teaching us how to dance.”

“Oh Godric, yeah I did. I was laughing so hard. Did you get to practice?”

“No, she told me to wait it out. You?”

“Same.” Y/N frowned, looking at her feet.

“Wanna practice together? In case we do get to go?”

“Who will even go with us? Even Slytherins won’t talk to me.”

“That’s a problem we’ll fix when we get there.” Fred stood up, getting closer to the sitting girl. She blushed when he held a hand out for her to grab. She grabbed it, standing up. She was able to fully realize how tall the twins were, never getting that close to either of them. Fred towered over her, making the dance a little awkward. They kept accidentally making eye contact, both just trying to peek at the other.

“Wait, no, I think you messed up that part.” Y/N stopped, staring at their feet.

“I thought it was right left left right?” He asked, looking at the top of her head until she looked up and made eye contact.

“I thought you’re supposed to switch off?” She furrowed her brow.

“Honestly, you probably paid more attention than I did.” He shrugged, his hands still holding hers.

“You’re right, I definitely pay more attention than you.”

“Oh, shut up.” Fred laughed, gently pushing Y/N away.

“Aw, a little sensitive?” She asked, grabbing his hands and looking at the floor again.

“Never sensitive from you, darling.” He also stared at their feet, making sure the steps were right.

“Except for when I turned your hair green.” She looked up at him, he shook his head.

“Oh Merlin, okay, yeah. That one time, I cried, yeah.” She squeezed his hand to make sure he knew she was joking, and he squeezed back.

The two practiced dancing every day for a week. The following Saturday, Y/N brought a muggle music player (“What’s that?” “It’s called a walkman.” “Oh, weird.”) so they had something to listen to while they practiced, but they pretty much knew the steps by heart by then. They swayed, dancing to the music much closer than they had been the previous Saturday. Y/N rested her head against Fred’s lower chest.

“What’s your family like?” She asked, bored.

“Big.” He laughed.

“Well, duh.” She laughed, trying to take her hand out of his to hit his chest, but he held it tighter. She looked up at him, chin against his chest. “I mean, like, what are they like? What do they do, what do they enjoy, what are they passionate about?” She bombarded. He looked down at her, his heart fluttering.

“Ginny is a killer quidditch player, and she’s just so kind. She befriended this girl who doesn’t have any other friends just so she can stick up for her when she gets bullied. Ron doesn’t have any common sense, but he’s pretty smart. He’s really good at Wizard’s chess, and quidditch, too. I think he feels like he’s second-best a lot because of Harry, but neither of them can really help it. George is just me,”

“That’s not true. You guys are very different.”

“Mum can’t always tell us apart.”

“His nose is more hooked than yours, and your voices are different. Besides, he’s more soft-spoken, and he probably feels like Ron does with Harry.”

“What do you mean?”

“Second best to you. You have this ability to make a spotlight on yourself in any room you walk into. But that’s not something either of you can control. I think you’re just more extroverted.” Y/N shrugged, placing her cheek against his chest again. Fred stopped moving his feet suddenly. Y/N looked up, pressing her chin against his chest again. “I’m sorry, did I overstep?”

“No, you just...nailed it. No one’s ever done that before. George and I used to get into little spats because of it. Also, I don’t think anyone’s ever noticed our differences before.” He once again felt a flutter in his heart.

“I think Angelina has noticed too.” Y/N shrugged, trying to make a lesser deal of the issue.

“Maybe.” He smiled down at her, she smiled back softly.

“You know, we only have like a week and a half left together. What should we do? I feel like we’re experts on this dance.” Despite her words, they continued swaying softly.

“I don’t know. What do you like to do other than pranks and quidditch?” He asked, leaning down to rest his chin on top of her head.

“Read.” She shrugged.

“Bring a book tomorrow, read to me.” This time her heart jumped into her throat. Something about reading aloud to someone seemed intimate.

“Okay.” She smiled.

So Y/N brought a book the next day. Her favorite muggle book, pride and prejudice. It didn’t take long for them to finish, Fred’s head in her lap, sprawled across the floor together.

“Why’s it so...old-timey?”

“It was written in the late 1700s.”

“They kind of remind me of us.”

“Why? Because they used to hate each other?”

“I guess.” He shrugged. He was hoping for a love story like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy.

“What do we do now?” Y/N raked her fingers through his hair, his eyes closed at the feeling.

“Wanna make out?” He grinned without opening his eyes. She laughed.

“Stop it!” Y/N stopped her movements, still smiling. He opened his eyes and sat up, smiling.

“Stop what?” He asked, starting to tickle her sides. She laughed loudly, throwing her head back. He continued until she was lying on the floor. He was on top of her, straddling her. Finally, he stopped, and she opened her eyes, still smiling.

“Do you...would you want to go to the Yule ball with me? If we can go.” He asked, not moving from the position. She sat up on her forearms.

“I don’t see why not. We already know how to dance together.” She shrugged, trying to play nonchalant by looking at her nails.

“Y/N?” She looked up. “Can I kiss you?” Fred asked, looking somewhat sheepish for the first time ever. She offered a soft smile, grabbing his cheek and pulling him down to her face.

(warning: smut starts here)

The kiss started soft, sweet. Y/N’s heart was beating out of her chest. Fred’s heart was in his throat. Eventually, she pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth softly, causing Fred to moan. At the sound, she felt wetness pool in her panties. “Y/N, I think I’m falling in love with you.” He whispered against her lips.

“Maybe I’m falling for you, too, Freddie.” She whispered, pushing their lips back together. She pulled his hair softly, causing the noise again. Smiling slightly into the kiss, she grabbed his arm, flipping them over so she was straddling his waist.

“Woah,” He paused, lips swollen. “That was kinda hot.” She laughed, leaning down to kiss him again. She felt his hard member against her clothed heat. She ground her hips down onto his, causing a much deeper moan to arise from Fred’s throat. He brought one hand to her waist, the other holding the side of her face. His hand on her waist traveled down to squeeze her ass underneath her skirt. This time, she moaned, making him harder. His hands traveled to the bottom of her t-shirt, tugging on it. She pulled away.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, his face slightly pink. She nodded wordlessly, helping him pull it off of her. He took his own shirt off, sitting up to kiss her. He grabbed one side of her face, kissing her hard once again. He slowly moved, leaving pecks from her face to her neck, where he latched and started sucking, causing soft moans to come out of her mouth.

“Freddie,” She panted, eyes closed. He moaned at the sound of her voice, his rough hand on her wait moving to grab her breast above her bra. She reached behind her and took it off, pulling his hand back to her bare breast. He kneaded it, paying extra attention to her nipple. He latched his mouth onto her other nipple, rolling his tongue over it. She moaned softly.

“Don’t hold back, darling, we’re here for a while.” He encouraged, whispering against her breast. She softly pushed his chest encouraging him to lay down. She kissed down his chest to where his pants started, looking up through hooded eyelids to ask if she could take off his pants.

“I want you to face fuck me.” She whispered, he moaned at the thought alone. He helped her take his jeans off, pulling her face quickly towards his to kiss her once more. “You don’t have to, you know. I didn’t say that because I wanted to fuck you.”

“I know, Freddie. I want to do this.” She smiled, sitting up on her knees. “Now stand up.” She encouraged. When he stood in front of her, she grabbed his cock, licking a stripe down the bottom of it. She wrapped her lips around his tip, causing a guttural groan to arise from Fred’s throat. He collected her hair into his hand, and she grabbed onto his thigh to steady herself. He was gentle, pulling her head towards him slowly. Each time she made it back to his tip, she circled her tongue around the head, causing a deep groan. She started pushing her head faster, encouraging him to take control of her. He did, pulling her far deeper onto his cock, until she could feel him on her throat. He set the pace faster, pulling her head quickly back and forth on him. When she could feel his cock twitched she pulled away gently.

“I don’t want you to cum yet. I want you inside of me.”

“Are you trying to commit a murder today? You’re killing me with the way you speak.” He moaned, pulling her up by her cheek to kiss her once again. He sat her on a desk without pulling away, unzipping her skirt. He kissed her neck and down her chest as he pulled her skirt off. He pulled her closer to the edge of the desk, his face inches away from her cunt. As he kissed the inside of her knee and thigh he asked if what he was doing was okay, and she nodded, moaning. He pulled her panties off, latching his lips onto her clit quickly. He flicked his tongue quickly against the small bundle of nerves.

“Finger me.” She moaned out, her hands tangled in his hair. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back. He started with one finger, curved up, keeping a steady pace. She whispered, asking for more, causing him to use two fingers to fuck her. Between his tongue and his fingers, she was unwinding quickly. He quickened his pace with both, causing her to moan his name. It wasn’t long before she had unwound completely, pulling his hair as she let out a string of curses. When she was finished, she pulled him up by his hair to her lips.

“Do you still want me to fuck you, baby?” She nodded in response, wrapping her legs around his hips. He teased her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips. When she started whining, he pushed into her cunt slowly. They both breathed a sigh of relief after the build-up. Their foreheads rested together as he slowly fucked her. He moved his lips to her ear.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum for me, you know that?” He whispered, licking the shell of her ear, causing her to take a deep inhale. She grabbed the back of his neck pulling his lips back to her own.

“Freddie, I’m gonna need you to fuck me faster.” She said against his lips. He grinned into her kiss, fucking her faster. He reached down, using his thumb to rub her clit. She moaned, despite still being sensitive from the previous orgasm. The faster he rubbed her clit the faster she felt the build-up in her stomach. He was already well on his way to finishing, but at the rate he was going she would cum first. He latched onto her neck, gently sucking, pushing her over the edge quickly. “Freddie,” She moaned, throwing her head back, toes curling. He came soon after hearing her moan his name. He rested his head in the crook of her neck, both of their breathing starting to match again.

(smut ends)

“Well,” He spoke after a few minutes, leaving her body. “I can’t say this is what I expected out of detention.” He smirked, looking up at her. She smirked back, getting up to get dressed.

“I think detention just got a lot more fun, Darcy.” She referenced. He grinned.

“I like the way you think, Miss Bennett.”

About two weeks later, they arrived at the Yule ball together. When they showed up hand in hand, many were surprised, but George and Angelina smirked at each other.

“I told you if we just left them alone long enough they’d end up together,” George stated.

“Well, you were right,” McGonagall stated, approaching the two youngsters. “And now my classroom has a smell to it.” Causing Angelina and George to break down with laughter.

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Jensen Ackles: Tired

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Wife!Reader, Jared x Gene

Pov: Jensen

warnings; Panic, anxiety, guilt, collapsing, more panic, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, Swearing

Summary(request): Ouuuuh I'm sooo happy that you write for Jensen!!! Can I pleaaase request a one shot of Jensen x wife reader in which she collapses because she's been exhausted taking care of the kids and he feels guilty that he didn't notice and he's determined to help more ?? I'm so sorry if this sound dumb. No pressure if you don't wanna write it.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N- This wasn’t a stupid idea, I know that this had taken me a bit of time to write, so I’m sorry about that. I absolutely love this idea. Thank you for requesting/anon it. (Your eye color: Y/E/C) @firefly-graphics for divider

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"Kids I need you two to sit in the living room while mommy cleans the kitchen." I heard Y/n say from my upstairs office. I was currently working on my second album for Radio company.

I had been up here for the past couple of days. Once or twice a day I'd hear Y/n get louder than normal, saying something to the twins about how they needed to stop fighting with each other.

Our twins, Ada and Jay. A boy and girl. They were bundles of energy, they run up and down the halls. There little feet leaving loud echos around our home.

"Yes, mommy will turn on Disney. You want to watch frozen two again?" I heard Y/n say. This was the first time that it sounded like the two littles had agreed on something.

A moment later I heard the soft intro music of frozen two. I smiled and continued to work on the new lyrics for our second album. We had promised our fans that the album would be out relatively soon. By soon I mean within a month's time.

I needed a break, I wasn't able to get anything done on an empty stomach. So I made my way down our elegant stairs. I saw the littles entranced by the tv, they didn't even notice me come down the stairs.

I let them be through thinking about how long it had taken for Y/n to get them to calm down. Mostly how much it had taken Y/n to get them to be quiet.

I shuffled my way into the kitchen,, passing behind Y/n as she cleaned a day's worth of dishes. I wrapped my hands around her mid-section, whispering in her ear, "Hey my love." She leaned into my touch and took a rather deep breath closing her eyes.

"Hey honey, what are you doing down here? I thought you had your album to work on." She said trying to unscrew one of Ada's sippy cups. I took the cup out of her hands and unscrewed the top with ease.

"I needed some food in my belly. Looks like you've got those kids preoccupied."I said release her from my hug and slipping a look into the fridge.

"Yeah I do, they've got me going in circles." She said finishing up by putting the cleanish dishes into the dishwasher. She turned to face me, motioning me to grab her water bottle from the fridge.

"I can see that, but hey remember you've got it. If you need anything come get me okay." I said giving her a chat kiss and walking back through the kitchen up the stairs.

I heard the music for the ending of frozen two come and go, but I could smell the start of dinner. I was done with working on the new album, so I changed into some more comfy pants, and went downstairs.

The twins were asleep on the large couch in our living room. Y/n was humming to a song in her head, I stood there and watched her. She danced around, cutting up peppers and messing with the oven for chicken.

She turned around and let out a loud shriek, "Jensen, you scared me!" She said with a huff. "You should be more careful, hell I could have thrown this knife at you." She said setting the knife down.

While I was staring at my beautiful wife I noticed a few things. Her skin seemed dull, I could see the bags under her eyes, her dancing wasn't a full-motion like it usually is. She stops and takes deeper breaths.

"Are you feeling okay?" I asked her out randomly. Giving me an odd look, a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm feeling fine. Why?" Y/n asked me. "I was just wondering, that's all baby," I said kissing her cheek.

"I'm going to wake up the twins okay, if not they'll be up till five in the morning," I said, smacking her ass playful. The roll of Y/n eyes was the last thing I saw before I made my way into the living room.

"Ada, Jay. It's time to wake up." I said softly, Ada stirred in her sleep and Jay didn't even move. Ada slept like my wife does. Very softly, now on the other hand Jay sleep like a rock like his father.

"Ada, it's time to get up. Mommy is making dinner, you want dinner?' i said coaxing her to wake up. Jay still laid asleep, Ada's eyes fluttered open, "Dada!" "Hey baby girl, did you sleep good?" I asked her, hugging her.

She wrapped her small arms around my neck and looked at me with a wide smile, "Yes I sep good." She said, she giggled. A giggled much too Y/n's. "Do you want to help me get your brother up?" I asked Ada.

"Do we have to wake him up." She said a frown replacing her smile. "Yes, I'm afraid we have to," I said smiling. "Fine Daddy."She said unwrapping her arms from my neck and climbing next to her brother, she patted his shoulder.

"Jay, brotha daddy says you gotta wake up now." She said going from patting his shoulder to poking his side. "JAY! WAKE UP!" Ada screamed at the top of her, "Hey, hey there's no need to scream at him, baby." I said interru[ting her screaming session.

"Here let daddy show you how to wake him up," I said with raised eyebrows. "Jay, mommy says you'll get dessert if you wake up and eat all your dinner," I said rubbing small circles into Jay's back.

He opened his eyes and looked back and his sister and me. His eyes reminded me of his mother's Y/E/C eyes. Ada's eyes were the color of him, dark forest green, and when we went outside to play or to the beach, Ada's eyes turned to a light green something resembling an emerald.

All of a sudden my thoughts were interrupted when I heard the crash of something from in the kitchen. I rushed to go see, worried about Y/n. When I rushed in she was collapsed on the floor. "Y/n, honey," I said walking over to her. "Y/n... Y/n are you okay?" I questioned.

"Mommy?" I heard Ada and Jay say at the same time. I needed to make a quick decision. So I called Jared. Telling him that Y/n had collapsed on the floor.

Moments later I heard the door open and shut. "unc Jar." I heard Jay say, then I heard the click on heels behind him he had brought Gen with him. "Jared let me take the kids, you go help Jensen and get Y/n some washcloths a glass of cold water. Okay," Gene said.

"Hey, Auntie." Heard Ada say. "Come on kiddos let's go get some stuff from y'alls bedroom." I heard. Trying to keep Y/n's head elevated. "Hey, Jensen, What happened?" He asked. "I don't know Jar, One minute she was fine and she was cooking dinner, and next I heard a crash while getting Ada and Jay up."

"Jensen just breathe." He said, " How can I relax Jared, my wife.. my wife is lying unconscious on the kitchen floor. And I don't know how to help her." I said running a hand down my face.

"Jensen. Stop take a breath. Got get some washes clothes to get them cold as you get them. And come back here, okay." he said patting my shoulder.

I ran up the stairs passing the twins' rooms, gene gave me a sympathetic smile and was packing the twins' bags. It's a good idea take the kids to your house for a moment. I ran into our closet grabbing far too many, running back down the stairs.

Missing a few at the bottom almost tripping over my large stature. "Get them wet we're going to put some on her forehead, neck, and wrist. Get that glass of water too." Jared said.

Eventually, after Gene had taken the kiddos to their home, Jared and I moved Y/n to the couch. She started to wake up, her eye fluttering open. It was more than too nice to see her Y/E/C. Jared excused himself telling me that they would keep the kids for the rest of the night.

"We'll keep the kiddos, give Ada, Jay, Shep, and Odette a surprise a sleepover," he said patting my shoulder then left. We sat in silence for a moment.

"Wait?" Y/n said first. "I asked if you were okay," I said. "Yeah you did and I wasn't lying." She said, "So, why did this happen then, Y/n?" I questioned her.

Again we sat in silence, "Because Jensen, I feel like I'm doing this all by myself, you're so sucked into finishing the damn album you've left your wife, your wife to deal with two toddlers." She said arguing with me. She took the washcloths off her forehead and wrists throwing them onto the coffee table.

I hadn't realized how much weight I had put on her shoulders. I guess I kind of just expected that she could take it. "I... I guess I didn't realize that I was doing that." I said.

"No, you didn't. You know what just forget it, okay Jensen. I need to finish dinner and then get Ada and Jay from Gene." She said. Truing to get up, but ending up bouncing back onto the couch.

"No, look. I know that I was forgetting about things. And forgetting that you can't take this all by yourself. Yes, you're my wife and you mean the world to me. You don't realize the amount of panic that went through me when I heard that crash. I understand now.' I said

The tears starting to come out. 'You don't know what I would do without you. I wouldn't know what to do without my wife, my beautiful, strong, amazing wife. I'm sorry I fucked up. Please, Let me fix it." I said begging with my wife now.

She stared at me, reaching her hand over to my face wiping the stray tears that had fallen while I was talking away. "Okay, I guess we both fucked up. I didn't say anything to you, and you wouldn't have been able to know." She said scouting closer to me, her hands staying on my cheek.

With her warm hand still on my cheek, I leaned into the touch. "I'll finish dinner, you, Y/n you relax please." I said pleading. She shook her head, "How about we do it together." Y/n offered I smiled and grabbed her hand bringing her up from the couch. "I like that idea," I said.

Going in for a much-needed kiss. She meddled into it. "We can take advantage of the littles being at Gene, and Jared." She whispered against my lips. "Naughty," I whispered back. "Dinner first though," I said stripping the moment of its erotic nature.

"Okay, baby But you've got dish duty for a while," Y/n said her hand sliding up and down my chest.

Completed On: 04/25/2021

Taglist: @akshi8278 @wonderfulworldofwinchester @deanswaywardgirl @hit-meup69 @fofisstilinski @doctorlilo

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kaderp · 3 years

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ALRIGHT FUCKERS THIS IS GONNA BE A HELLA LONG MEGAPOST AS I WAS GIVEN THE OK

BASICALLY this is gonna be a collection of bullshit me and @blackfliesinbluesugar have come up with and drawn

It starts with Goldie still living in Ireland at 17-19 and Scrooge from ages 18-20 staying in Scotland. And long story short they're dumbasses as teens. Cliche forbidden romance type stuff. Goldie's dad has shot people in the foot for trying to mess around with Goldie or just even talk to her for too long. So the only logical explanation they have is make Scrooge hide in the barn when he visits.

Basically Scrooge chills in the barn for a while cause Goldie's the only one that ever really goes in there because she's in charge of all the chores there. Which is where the context of this post is from

After the first time they fooled around Goldie was like 'oh crap what if I got pregnant D:' and told her mom she's going through a phase of flowey/big dresses when in reality she's trying to hide a potential baby bump. Now her mom doesn't care because she's too caught up in the fact that Goldie is finally 'acting like a lady.'

So eventually because they never put together that 'hey, if we keeping doing this we're gonna end up with a baby', Goldie does end up pregnant. And because her dad is a dick and a 'I catch you with my daughter then you die' type of shotgun dad, Goldie is freaking tf out.

About a month after she finds out she's pregnant, the O'Gilt's (well mostly just Goldie and her mom lol) get invited to a fancy dinner and Scrooge is really wanting to see Goldie again. So what better way to see her than to travel to Ireland, steal a uniform, and sneak into said dinner party as a busboy. Problem is he can't risk Goldie's dad seeing him again so he tries to slick back his whiskers

But while Scrooge is running around, he eventually spots Goldie across the room. Now he's never seen her in anything fancy, usually just the flannel and green work skirt. And he just about dies 😭

By now she has a bit of a baby bump she's had to hide so she normally goes for high waisted dresses that immediately flow out.

Anyways, as Scrooge is putting on the uniform he realizes he has absolutely no idea how to actually be a busboy. He doesn't know the first thing about dining and stuff so he's just like AAAAAAA

As they both see each other, Scrooge gives a dorky grin and Goldie smiles before realizing he snuck in. Right when Scrooge goes to see her he gets dumped with a bunch of dishes he has to set. Goldie sees him struggling to figure out how to set a table and he just gives her a nervous grin while she's like 'oh you beautiful dumbass -_-'

She's turning red cause she's trying so hard not to burst out in laughter as Scrooge slips and a bunch of silverware falls on him

He's getting yelled at by the director but he's just giving Goldie a goofy grin from across the room.

Her parents: remember to be calm and not make a scene no matter wh-

Goldie watching Scrooge trip on the tablecloth: BWAHAHA

But as the dinner progresses, Goldie remembers Scrooge doesn't even know she's pregnant. So she keeps trying to tell him but they both constantly get pulled away to do other things.

Towards the end of dinner Scrooge gets a free moment and realizes then that 'holy shit I actually like really love her!' So he darts to wherever she is and is struggling to get it out cause he doesn't know how much time he has left. He eventually spits it out and tells Goldie he loves her and is immediately called away. Scrooge takes her hands and quickly kisses her cheek before running to wherever the director is calling him from.

Goldie is shocked and stays still for a moment but by the time the shock wears off she realizes Scrooge is already long gone and they don't see each other again. And now Goldie's like 'crap crap crap, he said he loves me and I didn't even tell him I'm pregnant.'

They aren't able to communicate for a while cause Goldie's so focused on trying to keep her family pleased while still hiding her baby bump, and Scrooge keeps getting sidetracked and forgetting to write. (You can't tell me that isn't something he'd do because he kept getting distracted in the life and times when coming back home). He has her address, and he has started a letter, and even his family knows about her. 3ish months pass of no communications until one night Goldie starts contractions.

She darts to the barn after the first contraction and realizes she has to do this alone. A letter takes a day to get to Scrooge and going to Scotland herself would take closer to 7 hours. At that point it would be safer to not move.

It's like 3am by the time she lays and the egg ends up being pretty small. The entire time Goldie was just getting sicker and sicker. She ends up too weak to even hide the egg and has a high fever. She seriously thinks she's not gonna make it for the first night she can barely stay conscious.

The next morning she has just enough strength to lazily hide the egg in the hay and sluggishly make her way back to the main house. Her parents are already up and she explains she started feeling iffy while doing chores and collapses.

Because her parents aren't completely heartless and she still is their daughter, her parents' main focus shifts to trying to nurse her back to health. They assume she fell with a bad flu and don't know she had spent all night laying an egg.

During this time she writes to Scrooge telling him to get over here asap, it's an emergency.

Goldie's parents take over her chores in the barn and the moment they said that Goldie went into panic mode again. During a lunch break she climbs through her window and runs to the barn to hide the egg better. She does, and she successfully makes it back to her room but collapses again and sleeps until the next day.

Scrooge arrives 3 days after she lays and now she's really panicking. She's still weak and sick, and her parents are coming closer and closer to finding the egg. Scrooge when he sees her is genuinely freaking out. Not only for the future and that he now has an egg, but because Goldie did it by herself in a dirty barn. She's still a little loopy even though it's been a few days and Scrooge just feels heart broken that he wasn't there to help. He starts going on a tangent about how she could have died but Goldie just kisses him to get him to stop blabbering.

Scrooge helps her clean up a bit cause even with her parents looking after her, she's still a mess. But as he's washing her and the egg up, they hear fighting from the main house. Her parents realized she wasn't in her bed. She starts crying and tells Scrooge he needs to run home asap because if her dad finds out he'll most definitely kill him and/or the baby.

(This was the first doodle for the au before deciding on an exact age/place/look so don't mind the sloppiness)

Scrooge escapes right as her dad comes in. She pulls the excuse of she thought she felt well enough to do chores.

Scrooge rn is running like a madman back to Scotland. He went from chilling with his family to being a father who's child needs to be kept secret within a day.

By the time Scrooge gets back home it's the middle of the night and is ngl feeling pretty overwhelmed. He tells Downy that he messed up and she's just like ??? So Scrooge holds up the egg and Downy just purses her lips like 'ah'

The next morning Scrooge explains to his family what happened and doesn't leave out any detail. Fergus and Downy obviously have mixed feelings. Scrooge is barely 19 yet he already has a kid??? But in the end they realize they can't change what's happened and focus on helping Scrooge protect this child.

Once the baby hatched, all mixed feelings from Downy erased and she just went into 'this is my grandbaby and no one will touch her' mood.

Scrooge and Goldie kept in contact from the moment Goldie gave away the egg. Because of the little incident of Goldie 'trying to do chores while sick,' she was put under close monitoring for the next few months and couldn't visit each other. After constant writing back and forth, they find a date to meet up half way between Scotland and Ireland so Goldie can meet her baby. They try to decide on baby names through the letter but they can't agree on anything. Goldie finds out that Scrooge moved out of his small Glasgow home and into McDuck Castle. He gives her the new location on the map as well.

The first time Scrooge tries to sneak out with the baby Fergus is just standing right outside with his brow arched and Scrooge starts freaking out.

Before Scrooge can apologize for trying to sneak out, Fergus just asks if Scrooge would like him to go with.

Scrooge is a little shocked but can't talk with the frog in his throat and just nods. Along the way Scrooge explains how he and Goldie have been trying to find the right time to sneak out for weeks because it was so hard for Goldie to get free time. She was sent to go across country to get supplies and uses that opportunity to go meet up with Scrooge and the baby again.

Fergus just nods and continues.

When they do see Goldie, she almost breaks down at the sight that the baby survived and is being raised in a good house hold and can't stop holding her. The baby is about 3 months old by now. They finally agreed on a name and she ended up being named Maryanne. (Yes Jelly and I chose that because it means Star of the Sea)

She has to give the baby back to Scrooge cause stupid teenage and still getting over pregnancy hormones are getting the better of her and she starts full on sobbing as she sits on the ground. Scrooge freezes cause he's like aaaaaa what do I dooooo while still holding the baby.

But Fergus crouches down to her and asks if she wants a hug. All Goldie can say is 'uh huh' and he just wraps himself around her. She hugs back and Fergus rocks back and forth until Goldie's calmed down.

'I'm sorry I pulled your son into the mess. I-I was just so scared that my papa w-would kill one of us that I didn't know what else to do.'

Fergus pulls her away so he can actually look at her. And part of him feels that tinge of fear and sadness that the two teens had experienced. He grabs onto her shoulders which causes Goldie to look up at him.

'While I dinnae agree what you two did was right. Ah'm proud of you. Because what you did, finding the will to give up a child for their own safety, took a lotta strength there, lass.' And before she can react, Fergus pulls her in again and let's it sink in.

Scrooge is still holding the baby but now he's sitting down and bouncing the cooing baby on his knee while watching the scene unfold.

Over the course of the next few months, Goldie visits as much as possible and she grows closer to the family and Scrooge every time. On the times she can't visit, Fergus accompanies Scrooge in order to protect them from Goldie's dad. She's had a few close calls with her dad, but nothing too serious

After those events, Goldie practically moves in with the McDucks and they work on raising Maryanne. However like in the Rosa series, they're still experiencing tax trouble and Scrooge says he's gonna have to go to South Africa. The baby is about 2 by now and Scrooge is almost 21, while Goldie is about 19 and a half.

(This next section was an accident but basically it started as jotting down ideas but turned into a fic after I said it would take 20 seconds to write but turned into 2 hours fjdbfndn)

Scrooge is torn between whether or not to go until Goldie says she'll go with him. And because she's stubborn, no one objects. So the three travel across the world together. Maryanne practically grows up on the sea and all of those adventures where Goldie is present in the DT17 Rewriting History book happen.

On adventures they trade off tying the baby to their backs until she's old enough to not need to anymore. Although for the more dangerous ones, one of them stays behind.

But because they weren't married and had a kid in their teens, they were generally looked down upon. It got to the point where they just started saying they were married in order to avoid conflict with others. And after a while they actually forgot they weren't in fact married

'Huh, I forgot we're not actually married.' 'WAIT WE'RE NOT???'

'We're married' 'Oh ok, can i see your marriage records?' '... oh right'

But some old lady or old guy either way starts criticizing Goldie for being a young mother and they just deck the shit outta them and run. Or Goldie fighting someone with baby tied to her back.

Maryanne grows up to be an ocean cartographer and leads sailing expeditions and that's all we have for her. Also she has super blue eyes lol

That's basically almost all of the things we have for this au lol

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #disney #duck tales #don rosa #scrooge mcduck #goldie o'gilt #au #glittering goldie #scroldie #teen scroldie au #long post #really long post #megapost

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Soaps and Special Drinks

I wrote a giant melone x reader off a fantasy i had at work. enjoy

word count: 4k

warnings: delusional yandere, not sfw, breeding kink, stalking, public sex, aphrodisiacs, forced drugging, major dub con, does making someone uncomfy at work count? idk but its there

You didn’t hear her until she called your name for the third time, and when you did, you nearly fell over.

“Oh god, what happened, what did I miss, I wasn’t asleep, my eyes were open!” You yelled, leaving your manager to jump.

“(Y/n), it’s okay, don’t worry!’ She said, laughing a bit to herself. “Don’t worry, I was just going to ask about what was happening and if you needed anything. But it looks like nothing is happening.” She sighed. You nodded, looking around the shop. You worked at a small, handmade soap. The soaps in here were beautiful, but the shop itself was quiet, only getting a few customers. The bulk of sales ended up being online at the owner’s etsy shop, with the actual building simply being in their family for the last 300 years, making it hard to part with. You didn’t mind, the soap was nice, you often got to take some of it home, and the work was easy. But you couldn’t deny that god, it was really god damn boring.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Sorry, I’m just… Really bored.” You laughed, your manager just sighing.

“I can take the front of shop for a bit and you can play on your phone or something. You don’t have to just stand there all day.”

“I don’t mind it. Gives me time to think. Besides, I see you playing on your phone in front of shop all the time, I know that I can do it right here if I wanted to.” You hummed, your manager just rolling her eyes.

“I put it away when a customer shows up, don’t you worry. And what is it that you’re always thinking about, huh? A boyfriend?” She teased. You rolled your eyes.

“You know that I don’t have anyone like that in my life. I end up thinking about stupid stuff. Like what would happen if cows became four feet taller, or something.” You told her. It was a lie, of course, but you could never admit what actually went through your mind.

After all, how could you admit that you were just sitting there thinking about otome games and anime characters? It was nice to sit and think about lots of handsome men loving you. Maybe you played too many video games or watched too much anime.

“Alright, alright. Keep sitting with your weird thoughts.” She teased, the two of you laughing before the bell at the door rang as it swung open.

The two of you stared as you saw the man walk in. He was so strangely dressed, and he was wearing a mask. Is this some sort of bad Dread Pirate Roberts cosplay? Half of his shirt was missing, which you sort of wanted to chalk up to bad sewing, but you also knew that it merely could be bad fashion. People around here are weird looking. He had choppy purple hair that covered one of his eyes, making you think that maybe the whole mask thing was meant to be an eye patch more than anything. You weren’t an expert in eyeball health. Still, you smiled brightly at the customer, not wanting to offend as you walked over to him, ready to assist in any way possible.

“Hello, Welcome! Is there anything in particular that you were looking for today?” You asked, Melone looking over at you before his eyes widened. God, you were just so… So god damn cute! The apron you were wearing hugged your curves so well, your body was so cute in the way you held yourself, smiling as you looked up at the man. He could just notice your tummy under the apron, a shudder going through his body as he saw your bright, smiling demeanor looking up at him.

“Oh, I heard that there were handmade facial products here? I’m looking for something a little more natural in my skin care routine.” He replied, looking down to see your little name tag, smiling as he got the information. “Ah, I suppose then you could help me, (Y/n)?”

You forced your grin a little wider when he said your name, before nodding, waving him over and you brought him over to a little corner of the store. You don’t know why, but it seemed to only make you uncomfortable when people did things like read off your name tag. Which seems silly, after all, it was there for a reason, but still.

“Of course, sir, let me show you. Are you looking for something like a cleanser? We also have exfoliate scrubs, made all in house.” You told him. Melone just hummed, leaning over the products and moving a bit too much into your personal space as he pulled off his gloves.

“You can call me Melone, sweetheart, no need for the formalities. And do any of these have scents in their formulas? I would hate to break out from oils…” He asked, touching his face lightly. You just smiled, shaking your head. You took note of his name, trying to keep yourself smiling

“Any scents that the product has is from the actual parts, not from anything we add. Like, our coffee ground scrub smells like coffee, because you know. We also have some regular facial soap, all in bar form, that we have, if you’d like to see. I can also make some samples for you, and we have a sink where you can try out some of the testers we have out.” You told him. He just smiled, nodding as he looked around a bit.

“That’s all well and good, but what would you recommend before bed? I need to remove my makeup, and so many cleansers are for the morning.” He complained. You just smiled, looking around and grabbing the giant pot of what you were looking for.

“Here we go! This stuff kills at removing any makeup. It’s made with shea butter, honey and rose water, with a little bit of tea tree oil in there for that calming feeling.” You said, reaching in and using a little spoon to put some on one of the little dishes your store carried, and then handed it to him. “Go on, go to the sink and check it out! You should also really check out our poppy soap too, it has poppy seeds in it which honestly? My skin has never been better.” You chuckled. Melone looked at you, before smiling and nodding. If that soap was what gave you such a glow, then he would definitely have to try it. You sighed as you went back to the counter next to your manager, watching the man as he washed his hands, his eyes widening before he grabbed one of the little papers you had next to the table, and a pen. Since everything here was served in whatever amount the customer wanted, the shop kept papers for customers to make a list of what they wanted.

“What is it now, daydreaming about a customer?” Your manager teased, leaving you to roll your eyes.

“Do you want him instead? He was all in my personal space.” You replied.

“Oh, cheer up, he wasn’t that bad. A little weird, but harmless. And you really need to get used to the idea that Italians don’t have a notion of personal space. You practically lost it when that old lady grabbed your hand.”

“Hey, that was a while ago, that’s not fair! I think I’m used to it now, he’s just sort of creepy. Melone…” You mumbled his name to yourself, Melone’s ears perking up as heard you speak about him. Oh, your name sounded so good rolling off your tongue. He wanted to hear it over and over again, make you make the sound, scream it, moan it-

“I think I have my list ready, cara. Care to help me out?” Melone asked, coming over to the counter and leaning over it, handing the list over to you. You just took it from his hands, looking over the list before sighing.

“Can you get the bar soap while I get the cleanser?” You asked, writing down what you needed in the liquid before handing out the rest of the list to her. She nodded, walking off with a small smile on her face before you just sighed, going to get the cleanser. You grabbed one of the small glass jars you had, before putting it on the scale, taring it out after placing down the glass.

“Five hundred grams, right?” You asked, only for Melone to nod.

“Yes. It’s heavier, so it’ll be less than what I assume it’s going to be, so I might as well just go for it. I’ll use it anyway.” He replied, watching the way you reached into the pot and carefully scooped out the cleanser. You were so focused, he couldn’t help but imagine what you would look like in a domestic situation, maybe using a serving spoon to scoop out sauce for dinner, maybe just for the two of them. Maybe you would be in a cute little apron like the one you were in now, your feet bare and your hair loose as you grew heavy with his child-

In that moment, Melone felt a plan start to form in his mind.

The rest of the transaction went fine, in all honesty. Melone seemed as though he was suddenly in a hurry, that he forgot that he had something to do, purchasing his items and leaving with a quick “Ciao!”. You could tell that he was speed walking down the street, but you didn’t really care. Maybe you were over exaggerating, and he was just some normal gy, albeit oddly dressed. Still, it didn’t really matter to you. The fact that the store was empty meant that you could go back to your daydreams.

You were so grateful when the store finally closed. As the two of you locked up, you pulled your coat closer to your body, looking around.

“You should be careful now going home. It’s dark a lot earlier now, I’m afraid that maybe there might be some bad actors in the alleyways…” Your manager sighed. You nodded in agreement, the thoughts of how dangerous this city was becoming as Passione moved themselves in running through the both of your minds. Your manager had talked about moving, not wanting her kids to grow up here, and you couldn’t blame her. But both of you knew deep down that no matter where you went, the mafia probably lurked there somewhere.

“I will, don’t fret. Text you when I get home?” You asked, giving her a smile. She just smiled back and nodded.

“Don’t zone out and forget, alright? I’ll text you when I’m home as well!” She said, before waving, the two of you walking off in separate directions.

You hummed slightly to yourself as you walked down the street. You made sure to stay close to the streetlight, but you could swear that you could see something out of the corner of your eye, the feeling of being watched harsh in your stomach. You turned around often just to check, but no one was there. You must really be losing it today.

Still, it was like you were attracted to what was unknown. You instinctively started to move farther away from the streetlight, to try and see what exactly was going on in the shadows, but nothing was there. You barely even noticed how far you were in the dark until you passed by an alleyway. You didn’t even see the hand that shot out and grabbed onto your collar.

You immediately tried to scream, but you could barely make a sound as lips crashed into yours, your body pressed up against the wall as you squirmed. You winced as your head slammed against the wall, your vision tripling and a groan leaving your mouth and easily swallowed up by Melone. He pulled away, taking deep, harsh breaths, watching as you tried to focus on him.

“Don’t worry cara, it’s only me, didn’t mean to scare you, wanted to surprise you on your way home…” He cooed, pinning your hands above your head and moving to let his lips press against your neck, leaving light kisses and he hummed.

“Wha… Y.. You’re that guy from the soap shop! What are you doing, let me go!” You yelled, starting to squirm. Melone just pouted, as if you had told him a bad insult or you had genuinely hurt his feelings.

“Ah, don’t be like that, bambina. Are you mad because I embarrassed you at work? It’s alright, I’ll make it all better.” He hummed, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small vile. He used his teeth to pull out the cork, before letting a drop hit his tongue.

“Yep, it’s still good. Go on, drink this all down, and you’ll feel much better, carina.” He told you.

“Like hell I’m going to drink anything you give me-” Perhaps you shouldn’t have spoken. When you opened your mouth and started to yell at him again, he just shoved the vial into your mouth, pouring the liquid in before covering your mouth with his hand.

“It’s alright, I know it tastes awful, but you have to drink it all, amore, otherwise it won’t work.” Melone hummed. You just sat there, holding the foul tasting liquid in your mouth before finally caving and swallowing. It wasn’t like you had much of a choice. When Melone felt that you had swallowed, he pulled his hand away, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Di molto… Good, thank you. It means a lot to me that would trust me like that.” Like you had any other fucking choice. You just let your eyes narrow as you continued to let them dart around for some sort of escape.

“What exactly did you fucking give me?” You hissed, Melone laughing a bit.

“Well, I suppose you’ll feel it momentarily, won’t you? Liquid medication only takes one to four minutes to assimilate…” He hummed. You swallowed, feeling that your mouth was starting to feel really dry. It felt like everything was getting hotter, until your whole body was on fire. You let out a soft whine when you finally opened your mouth to let out a few pants, suddenly out of breath, before squirming again. This time, to try and get rid of the heat that was engulfing you.

“W-What is this?! Please, it’s so hot, what did you do?!” You cried out, internally cringing at how desperate your voice sounded. But Melone just ate it all up, leaning in to press his body against yours, the outline of his cock making you shudder. God, think, what was happening to you?!

“It’s one of the best aphrodisiacs out there. Only the best for you, bella, I want to make sure that you feel amazing throughout all of this…” He told you, before pressing his lips against yours. You tried to struggle, but god, you were feeling so weak as the drug coursed through your veins, and Melone’s lips felt so good against yours. You felt your knees get weak, your body slipping down the wall that you were leaning against as it became harder and harder for you to support your own weight. Melone just pulled away, watching you sink to the ground as if weighed down by your own lust, smirking to himself. You were so beautiful like that. Melone could see the way you were tugging at your clothing, trying to get them off in some relief from the hell that consumed you. He just chuckled, pulling you up and making you lean on him. You just ended up grabbing onto Melone tightly, trying to take deep breaths.

“Don’t worry bambina. I bet it hurts bad right now, doesn’t it? Maybe I should’ve opened you up first…” Melone thought aloud, before shrugging. Too late now. He reached down to start to pull your panties off, the other arm wrapped around you and firmly holding you against him. He shuddered at the way your soft body pressed up against him, holding onto him like it was the end of the world.

“Don’t worry, (Y/n). I’ll make this heat go away, make you feel all better. You’ll feel perfect and well once you’re fucked full of my children.” He hummed. Despite yourself, you just nodded, desperate for a suggestion that would mean that you would feel better.

Melone practically jumped in delight, easily pushing two fingers inside of you, relishing in how wet you had become, to the point where you were starting to slick your legs. You moaned, gripping onto Melone tightly and starting to whine shrilling, babbling back at him.

“O-Oh fuck, that feels so good, fuck, please, Melone, pleeeeease…” You whined, already trying to buck against his fingers. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough, it just wasn’t enough to satisfy you, to make you feel whole again.

“You’re tempting me so much, bambina. You make me want to fuck you right now, god, you’re going to be so full when I’m done with you, my cute little wife.” He told you as he added another finger, scissoring you open. God, if you could hold yourself up, Melone would have no problem getting on his knees and eating you out until you came all over his face. He wondered what cute, fucked out faces you would make after cumming five, ten, a hundred times for him. He felt his cock twitch in his trousers and did his best not to get ahead of himself. He wanted to make sure that you felt just as good as he did, but god, you were making it so hard with those cute faces of yours! The way you were clinging to him, gasping and moaning like a bitch in heat, begging him for more, it was all so much.

“P-Please, fuck, more… It’s still so hot, please, need you so bad…” You mumbled, moving to rest your head against his shoulder as he thrust his fingers into you. He let out a low moan at your words, his hips slightly bucking against you for it. He was so pent up, not wanting to waste a single drop until he found the perfect person to fill up with it, and here you were, all perfect and begging him to breed you full of his children.

“Aww, poor thing. Perhaps I gave you a bit too much…” Melone sighed, pulling his fingers out of you and leaving you to whine in frustration. He pushed his fingers into his mouth and just moaned, shuddering as he tasted your juices. You grabbed onto him tighter, begging for some sort of relief from this hell. When Melone finally pulled his fingers from his mouth, he let his own lips crash against yours, pushing your back against the wall and pressing your chest against his to hold you up while his hands moved to rip his cock out from his trousers.

It was nice, bigger than you expected, and you could see that Melone was well groomed about himself as well. In any normal circumstance, you would be continuing to scream, but as Melone started to rub his cock against you, slicking himself up with your juices, you just moaned.

“Yes, fuck yes! Please, more, give me more, god, fuck me already!” You cried out, squirming and trying to make Melone’s cock catch to try on your entrance. Melone just groaned, moving a hand to grab your hip, before pushing into you slowly. He threw his head back as he moaned, his nails digging into you as he started to move, only pulling his cock out half way before slamming back, leaving you to whine in return.

“Oh, cara, you’re so tight, fuuuuck… You’re so perfect, fuck, my pretty little wife, gonna be such a great mother, fill you up and keep you full of my babies-” Melone groaned, leaning forward and leaning on your shoulder, babbling his nonsense into your ear. And you just ate it all up, nodding and wrapping your arms around him and digging into his back, whining.

“Fuck, yes, please… Feels so good, please, Melone, pleeease…” You whined, holding onto him tightly as you tried to grind against him. Your words were enough to really spring Melone into action, starting to pound against you wildly, mouthing as your neck and leaving harsh bruises. You just scratched at him in return, leaving red welts that might even turn into bruises tomorrow. Melone groaned at the idea of you marking him so primally, the feeling of you marking him as yours just as he was marking you as his.

“God, you’re all mine, aren’t you? Love you so much, (Y/n), gonna keep you safe, warm, all mine, I’m yours just as much as you’re mine, fuck-” His teeth dug into his lip as he felt the way you were clenching down on him, the signal that your orgasm was fast approaching. Really, it was a miracle that you haven’t cum once or twice already, but perhaps it was something in the back of your mind that was holding you back, keeping you from finishing.

“Mmm, I can feel you’re close… Di molto, that’s perfect, do you want to cum while I breed you? It’ll be a great way to make sure it goes as far as it can.” Melone groaned into your ear, his voice sultry and husky in a way that filled your foggy head with static, only pulling Melone closer as you tried to chase your own orgasm.

“Yes, yes please, fuck, it’s too much, I’m gonna cum, please let me cum, please-” You mewled, on the verge of tears from how pent up you felt, grabbing onto Melone as if he would disappear if you let go.

“Fuck, good, then cum, cum on my cock, make me breed you, gonna fill you up so much, so perfect and soft and round, do it, cum for me, God-!” His voice was practically as a howl as his movements became jerky, before finally thrusting in and bottoming out inside of you, finally cumming. It was the feeling of him pushing inside of you that one last time that set you over the edge, a loud keen coming from you as you squeezed down on Melone, starting to milk him for all you could.

The two of you rode at your orgasms together, quiet panting and whimpers from the both of you as Melone finally pulled out of you. You practically collapsed as he let you go, free from the burning heat but now exhausted beyond all belief. Melone caught you, holding you up with his arms and chuckling a bit. You shuddered as you felt some of Melone’s seed drip down your leg, leaving Melone just to purse his lips.

“We shouldn’t be wasteful like that. I should’ve brought a plug, poor thing…” He sighed, reaching down to scoop up what fell and push it back inside of you. You moaned at the sensation, giving him a look to let him know that you were much too sensitive right now. He just laughed at your expression, before easily scooping you up in his arms.

“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter. We have all the time in the world once we get home.” Melone hummed. You stared at him incredulously, trying to figure out what the fuck he meant. You started to squirm a bit, but you were much too exhausted to really put in an effort to get away from him.

“Hmm? Well, of course I’m going to bring my wife home.” Melone hummed, petting your hair lightly. Your face went pale at the realization, but there was nothing you could do. Even if you could get out of his arms, you were too weak to run away away from him. You were stuck, hopelessly trapped with a madman, forced to listen to his deranged cooing as he made his declaration.

“We have a lot more work to be done if we’re going to make you a mother.”

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Dating Wayv | Lucas

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♡ pairing ; Lucas x fem!reader

♡ genre ; fluff, smut, angst

♡ word count ; 1.8k

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♡ how you meet :

you met Lucas at a restaurant downtown

he was at a team dinner with his members and manager

you were out celebrating your best friends birthday with several of your girlfriends

“two more bottles of soju please��

you decided to go all out tonight

treating your friend to bulgogi and soju, and whatever else she wanted

shot glasses clinked at the table

“happy birthday!” you all cheered

as you were eating your meal

you and your friends kept glancing over to the table filled with cute boys

it seemed as if they were celebrating something as well

one of the guys in particular caught your eye

or well ... ear

you kept hearing an infectious laughter fill the small restaurant

every time the boy laughed, you and your friends would giggle at how cute it sounded

you turned your head towards the sound

and your eyes were met with the giggling boy

it seemed as if he was aware of the giggling coming from your table

you quickly turned your head back

your cheeks flushed a light pink

after you all had finished your meal

your best friend wanted to go to the club a few blocks away

as you and your friends filed out of the restaurant

gathering by the curb

you fumbled through your purse, looking for your phone

“hey guys, I left my phone inside. I’ll be right back”

you turned around to head inside

and almost bumped into the crowd of people exiting the restaurant

you walked back over to your table where one of the employees was cleaning the dishes you and your friends had left

“did you see a phone by chance?”

the lady shook her head and continued piling the dirty plates

you felt someone tap your shoulder from behind

“is this your phone?”

it was the boy with the infectious laugh

“yeah, where’d you find it?”

“you left it when you were paying your bill. the lady at the counter found it.”

the floppy haired boy handed you your phone

“thanks”

you replied, nodding your head with a smile

your cheeks beginning to turn a light shade of pink again

you weren’t quite sure if it was because he was so cute or if it was the alcohol in your system

“you’re welcome”

you left the restaurant and rejoined your friends on the sidewalk

before you and your friends left for the club

you unlocked your phone, just to make sure nothing was messed with

and you noticed a new number in your contacts

“Lucas ♥ ”

♡ first date :

your first date with Lucas wasn’t anything too fancy

he seems more like the laid back type when it comes to first dates

he believes it’s more about the connection and the getting-to-know-you portion of the date that matters

not how much you can spend on the person

so instead, Lucas invited you out for a walk along the Han River at sunset

he picked you up from your apartment around 5pm

the two of you grabbed some street food before heading down to the river

you walked side by side on the path

you discussed basic things about each other

like your jobs, your hobbies, your family, and your friends

Lucas’ hand brushing against yours every few steps

he really wanted to hold your hand

but he was too nervous

he wasn’t sure if it was appropriate yet

and he wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with pda

as the night went on and the sun began to set

Lucas found a bench for the two of you to sit on and enjoy the evening sky together

he swung his arm over you, resting it on the bench behind you

your heart felt like it was gonna pump out of your chest

Lucas looked over at you with kind eyes

you smiled back at him shyly

“you’re really pretty, you know that?”

your cheeks turned bright red in response to his comment

your face felt hot

a smirk spread across his face

“no really, I think you’re adorable”

Lucas leaned in closer to you

his words were sweet

“I think you’re pretty cute too” you said in reply

it wasn’t until 11pm that you had returned home

Lucas walked you back to your apartment

he wanted to make sure you got home safe

you stood in front of your door

you played with your fingers behind your back

picking at the skin around your nails due to the tension between you too

“I had a really good time tonight” Lucas said

he looked down at you

his height making you feel small under him

“I did too” you replied looking up at him

“I hope I can see you again,”

he ran his fingers through his hair,

a nervous habit of his

“I’m sure you will”

you smiled up at him

the two of you stood in silence for a moment

the tension only growing

“goodnight, Y/N”

Lucas gently placed a kiss on your forehead

your eyes fluttered closed

you enjoyed the feeling of his soft, pillowy lips on your skin

he pulled away and looked you in your eyes

his ears were bright red with embarrassment

it was cute

“goodnight, Lucas”

you stood on your toes and kissed his cheek

♡ living together / couple stuff :

living with Lucas is interesting

not in a bad way,

just that there’s never a dull moment

the two of you are always giggling over something

Lucas is kinda clumsy

his long limbs are always knocking stuff over

or he’s tripping over something

or he’s knocking you over and causing you to trip

he sometimes forgets his size and his strength in comparison to you

but it’s not a big deal

any accidental bruises caused by his clumsiness is followed by lots of kisses

Lucas is kinda clingy when he’s around you at home

mainly because he tries to spend as much time with you as possible while his schedule is free

if you guys are ever just chillin on the couch, watching a movie

Lucas is snuggled up next to you

bedtime?

he’s the big spoon, with his arms wrapped around your waist

he’ll probably run his fingers through your hair, humming against your ear as you fall asleep

when he’s not home and he’s away on promotions,

he loves getting on a video call with you

it doesn’t matter if he can only speak to you for a few minutes or a couple hours

as long as he can see you and hear your voice

and if he can’t video call you, he’ll send you texts

especially when he misses you

he’ll send a lot

I can see Lucas being the type to send you a funny meme that Hendery sent him

or text you the joke that Yangyang told him

showers / baths with him are always nice

I feel like he’s into bubble baths

I’m talkin’ like the tub is overflowing with bubbles kinda bubble baths

those kinda baths end up in the two of you blowing bubbles in each others faces

and making bubble beards and laughing at how goofy you look

but bath time can also be relaxing

Lucas will have you lean back into his chest while he gently splashes water on your naked body

he’ll wash your hair, gently massaging your scalp

and you’ll wash his body, swiping sudsy washcloth over his chest

Lucas isn’t the most romantic all the time

but he does try to do something special for you every now and again

whether it’s a big or little gesture

tbh I think he’ll get some tips and advice from his members

if he knows he’s gonna be late coming home from practice, he’ll bring home your favorite take out

he also loves taking you out to fancy restaurants, treating you like the queen you are

also because he loves seeing you dressed up

and he loves showing off the fact that you’re his

♡ arguments :

the two of you don’t get into arguments a lot mostly because Lucas isn’t a fan of confrontation so he tries his hardest not to mess up or do something stupid just to avoid any sort of disagreement between you two

if you ever get into an argument with Lucas,

it’s probably because of how messy he can be

he’s not a slob, but he isn’t the most organized person

and that can bother you sometimes

you’ll get upset because whenever he’s home from promotions, you’re always picking up after him

or he’s sleeping in too much,

which doesn’t allow the both of you to spend time together while he’s home

those kind of things get sorted out pretty quickly though

Lucas realizes he’s in the wrong, and he’ll do anything to fix things between you

he’ll look at you with those puppy dog eyes, and suddenly all’s forgiven

he’s is such a sweetheart

such a gentle soul

so when he knows that you’re mad at him, it crushes him

he’ll try his best to distance himself from you

giving you some needed space

he knows you’ll come to him when you’re ready to discuss things

but whenever he’s mad at you

(which isn’t often)

he tends to be passive

Lucas is more of the silent treatment kind of guy

because he doesn’t want to raise his voice at you

or say something he’ll regret

♡ sexy time :

Lucas is a switch, but he’s more dom than anything

a playful dom, at that

I think he mainly subs when he’s in a lazy mood

and it’s just easier for you to take control in those situations

he also has pretty good stamina

so two rounds isn’t unusual for him

also he just has a lot of energy overall

going along with his stamina, he’s also into over stimulation

giving and receiving, but mostly giving

he loves watching the way you fall apart in front of him

climaxing over and over

it boosts his already big ego

Lucas has a size kink

he loves knowing how big he is in comparison to you in every way

his loves wrapping his long arms around your body

holding you close to him while you make out on the couch

his huge hands leaving bruises on your hips

holding your hips in place while he goes down on you

his long, thick fingers pumping in and out of you

marking you is his favorite thing

you’ll be showering together

you’ll stand in front of him with your back towards him

and he’ll be washing your hair

he’ll peel your wet hair from your shoulder

“oh, look at that”

his finger will brush over the purple mark on your neck

he loves looking at the marks he leaves on you and reminding you of the moment in which he gave it to you

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dekatsu · 3 years

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This is the second part to whatever the hell this was.

Part 3 here

Because Katsuki could care less about some idiot trying to steal the cat that suddenly wound up in his apartment, he doesn’t bitch about it to his friends.

“Someone is trying to steal your roommate?” Kirishima asks, a frown on his face. Next to him, Kaminari is laughing his ass off for no apparent reason. Katsuki decides to ignore him. He’s realized that the best way to deal with Kaminari’s fits of hysteria is to pretend they aren’t happening. He might risk killing him otherwise.

“I’m not going to repeat myself,” Katsuki says and takes another bite of his lunch. “If you spit in my food, you’re dead, Kaminari.”

“Dude,” Kaminari squeaks between bouts of laughter. “The way you said that. ‘Some surplus is after my roommate. I need a discreet solution.’ Discreet solution. Are you looking to assassinate them?”

Katsuki pulls his food closer to himself and makes a disgusted face at Kaminari, hoping the idiot will stop talking while laughing. “Don’t be stupid. 's not a political issue.”

“I’m more worried about the fact that you didn’t deny the intent to kill them,” Kirishima sighs as he passes Kaminari a tissue. Turning back to Katsuki, he says, “I thought you got along with Todoroki.”

That makes Katsuki halt for a moment and glance at his friend. “Todoroki is a plant,” he says, which is honestly explanation enough. How the fuck do you make friends with a plant who you sometimes feed and sometimes yell at to take a bath or put his fucking things in their place.

Finally having calmed down, Kaminari grins at him, chin propped in his palm. “Todoroki is pretty cool, actually. When he gets together with Midoriya, he really comes out of his shell. But Midoriya has this magic thing going on where he can just make friends with anyone so I guess he’s an expectation.”

At that name, Katsuki’s whole face scrunches up. The hell is with this Midoriya asswip, suddenly popping up in his life and threatening his everyday routine. “Shut it, Pickachu,” Katsuki grits out and stuffs his mouth full again, the spicy taste helps ignite the sparks of his anger.

“Speak of the devil. Oi, Todoroki! Midoriya! Over here,” Kaminari calls out, prompting Katsuki to choke on his food. Kirishima is still hitting his back when the dreaded asshole walks over to them with his roommate.

“Long time no see, Denki. All caught up on your lectures?” Midoriya asks, nodding at Kirishima before his eyes rest on Katsuki.

Katsuki bristles immediately, feeling like Kuri when Todoroki had dared step too close to her while she was doing her business. He cuts in before Kaminari can reply. “What you staring at, asshole?”

Kirishima chokes on his food, Kaminari stares at him wide-eyed and his plant of a roommate frowns at him.

Midoriya for his part just smiles at him and sits down to join them. He’s very much not welcome. “You must be Bakugou, then. Thank you for taking care of my cat. I heard you named her?”

“No,” Katsuki says and whacks Kaminari on his head when the idiot mutters something about delinquents and cats. Kirishima is still trying to recover from almost choking to death and is chucking down water.

“He named her Kuri ‘cause she hiccups. He also bought her tons of toys and took her to the vet, even though I told him I already did,” Todoroki the traitor says, stealing a few fries from Kirishima’s plate. Kirishima pushes the plate in front of him, abandoning the food in hopes of surviving this conversation.

“That’s a pretty name,” Midoriya remarks. He’s still staring at Katsuki like he’s got more to say so Katsuki glares at him, daring him to.

“No thanks to you,” he grits out through clenched teeth.

“I couldn’t call her name since I had to leave on a business trip so suddenly. Luckily Shouto said he would look after her for me.”

“You’re welcome,” Todoroki mutters through a mouthful of food.

Katsuki holds the urge to tell Todoroki off again for his shitty manners. Instead he glares at his roommate. “You didn’t do shit, plant. I was the one looking after the damn cat.”

“I had her for a week before you got home,” Todoroki says and Katsuki immediately bristles at the admission.

“And you didn’t fucking bother to wash her?”

“She was clean.”

“She smelled like piss until I got her into the shower,” Katsuki retorts, standing up in his anger. Kirishima holds up placating hands and Kaminari scoots away from him but Todoroki stays seated, munching on his damn fries and watching Katsuki from beneath his bangs.

That’s the shit you get when you have a roommate who knows you are all bark and no bite. Anyone other than Todoroki he would have flicked on the forehead but Todoroki has a special can of worms that Katsuki refuses to be part of. So he folds his anger into his words instead. “You are so fucking useless.”

“I tried,” Todoroki mutters, now frowning.

“And I’m thankful for that,” Midoriya interjects, looking between them both and patting Todoroki on the shoulder. “I’m thankful you looked after her without any experience in doing so. Thank you to the both of you,” he says, placatingly.

Katsuki sits back down and pushes his food around on his plate, reminded again that Kuri is not actually their cat.

“So,” Kaminari starts, looking at the table in large, before his eyes settle on Todoroki. “I heard from Katsuki here that you are moving out soon?”

At that Todoroki drops his fork and looks at them flustered, mouth hanging open. It’s an expression so unlike Todoroki that Katsuki frowns at him. He calls Todoroki plant for a reason. The guy doesn’t usually react to much of anything around Katsuki. Sure, Katsuki knows he blows hot and cold. He’s seen the guy go off on his father and watched him deal with the assholes who spread nasty rumours about the story behind his scar but that’s about it.

Seeing him genuinely affected like this is weird.

“How?” Todoroki asks and Katsuki’s frown turns into a suspicious narrowing of his eyes.

“Fess up,” he says, leaning forward, palm hitting the table hard.

“Nothing to fess up to,” Todoroki replies, face falling into an impassive expression again as he picks up his fork.

“If you’re moving out. I need to know,” Katsuki tells him, feeling a headache coming. “I can’t afford that shitty apartment alone.”

Instead of answering though, Todoroki stuffs more fries into his mouth, determinedly ignoring Katsuki. Next to him, Midoriya gives Katsuki a tight little smile, looking guilty as hell even though he shouldn’t even be part of this conversation.

Then it hits Katsuki all at once. This asshole ain’t only taking his pet, he’s stealing his plant as well. Katsuki takes his tray, stands up and stomps off, not waiting for his friends to join him. His next lecture starts in half an hour but he needs to get some fresh air.

When Katsuki gets home that evening, Todoroki is sitting in the kitchen while Kuri glares at him from the counter. Evidently she’s still not very happy with the safety locks Katsuki had put on the kitchen cabinet. Katsuki grins at her and she jumps down to greet him the moment she sees him.

After scratching behind her ear, Katsuki turns to the bathroom to wash his hands before he changes his clothes and joins Todoroki in the kitchen. He’s making dinner preparations when Todoroki finally talks.

“How do you feel about keeping Kuri?”

The questions blindsides Katsuki so much that he has to put his knife down and turn to Todoroki. “The fuck does that mean?”

“The cat. Want her to stay?”

“Why? That Midoriya asshole got sick of her,” Katsuki counters, turning back to the cabbage. “If he gets a pet, he better look after it.”

“He’s four years our senior, actually. Helped me out with some stuff back in the day and came by to visit me today. I would appreciate it if you treat him with respect.”

“Like I care,” Katsuki mutters. “Homewreckers don’t deserve shit.”

“I’m not moving in with Midoriya,” Todoroki clarifies. “I’m… I’m moving in with a - friend.”

“The person whom you tried to sneak out three weeks ago but who tripped over Kuri’s water bowl?”

“How do you know so much?” Todoroki asks, sounding slightly awed. “You knew about my plans to move out, too.”

“I didn’t know shit about that,” Katsuki confesses. “I was talking about the damn cat but the idiots misunderstood. As for your stupid booty call, I have never known you to be stupid enough to step into a bowl of water and also, I saw the second pair shoes when I got back home.”

Todoroki falls silent behind him until Katsuki places their ready-made dinner on the table and sits. He waits for Katsuki to take a bite before he says, “it’s not a booty call.”

“I don’t care. We aren’t having this conversation.”

“As a roommate, you are pretty cool.”

“Shut it.”

“Your food is better than my sisters. Don’t tell her I said that.”

“Look,” Katsuki says, feeling an itch at the back of his neck. “I don’t care whether you move out or not. Get lost for all I care. You aren’t much more than a plant I occasionally water anyway.”

“Right,” Todoroki says but the small smile on his face makes Katsuki want to break out into hives. What the fuck did he do to deserve this?

Katsuki aggressively stuffs his mouth full with his food, thankful that Todoroki has finally fallen silent. He’s done with his food and preparing a little something for Kuri, when Todoroki drops his dishes into the sink and says, “you never answered my question.”

Katsuki closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and grits out, “which one?”

“How you feel about keeping the cat.”

“Nothing,” Katsuki lies. “Why the fuck do you ask?”

“Actually…” Todoroki starts and the way he hesitates fills Katsuki with unease.

“Forget I asked. I don’t want to know.”

“Since I’m leaving-”

“No,” Katsuki says but Todoroki is a stubborn bastard who never listens even if Katsuki threatens to bin his shit and then follows through with it.

“I thought Midoriya could move in with you,” he finishes, speaking the dreaded words.

Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut, wishes again he could magically blow shit up to feel better about his life and the stupid choices he made to get here and again, is woefully disappointed when his hands don’t magically catch sparks.

Instead Kuri purrs against his right leg and Todoroki gives him the kind of grin that says he knows exactly how Katsuki is feeling about the whole situation and is enjoying this newfound way of inflicting damage on him. It’s like a shitty farewell present and Katsuki feels his anger erupt.

His hands don’t catch sparks for shit so he lets out a shout so loud, it makes up for the lack of explosions.

Todoroki honest to god laughs out loud, wild and untamed. It’s the first time Katsuki has seen or heard him do that as he runs for his room. Kuri sits down on the floor right by his legs and stares at him with wide eyes. Katsuki stares back, feeling like a child getting chastised.

“I’m sorry,” he tells her. He gives her some treats, scratches under her chin and tells her in a soft voice, “but I’m not ever agreeing to room with your apparent owner. The hell kind of owner is he anyway, not naming his cat and leaving you in Todoroki’s care.” Then, narrowing his eyes, Katsuki hisses, “Todoroki Shouto, just you wait.”

Kuri follows suit and hisses in reply. Katsuki grins and pats her head.

“All in due time, Kuri. Don’t you worry.”

#bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #kuri the cat #mine #my writing

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pimpedoutgreenears · 3 years

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shuya/hirono for otp questions? :D

Sorry this took a minute, but I love the ask!

1. Are they more "cute forehead kisses" or "hot making out" kind of couple? Maybe one prefers first option and the other one the second? How do they deal, in that case?

Shuya likes to give her cute little forehead kisses but of course Hirono is too cool for that kind of thing, at least in front of anyone. Like if he kisses her like that in front of either of their friend groups she acts disgusted and is like, "If you're gonna kiss me, do it right" and then she starts making out with him hard core. Shuya is always surprised by that but also always enjoys it.

But sometimes when they're alone he'll kiss her forehead and instead of starting a makeout session, she'll just scoff like she's annoyed, but then lean against him and kiss him along the jawline. Shuya always loves it and wishes she'd do it more.

2. If they wanted to shower their significant other with affection, how would they do that? Dinner in some fancy restaurant, gift, kisses and cuddles or an evening together on a couch with hot tea and very intimate talk?

If Shuya's looking to shower her in affection, you know he's going to write her a cheesy ass song. And she's going to listen to it and laugh her ass off. A part of her likes when he does this in front of other people (girls) because then she can flaunt that he's with her. But if he does it in front of Mitsuko, she hates it because Mitsuko always makes snide comments about him (Yoshimi thinks it's super cute though and wishes Yoji did stuff like that for her).

Hirono would definitely do it physically. Like, she feels like that's what's she's good at so that's what she goes with. But she also shows affection by taking him places that she thinks he'll like, like illegal rock shows and other sketchy places. She loves exposing him to knew stuff and loves the crazy adventures she takes him on.

3. Are they comfortable with showing each other affection in public? If one is and the other one not, how do they interact in public?

They're both comfortable with it! Like, it's a little different because Shuya's more comfortable with romantic affection whereas Hirono's more for physical affection but they strike a decent balance.

4. Do they have pet names? Do they like to embarrass each other in front of their friends/family/coworkers with some silly ones? Or do they keep it with basics, like "swertheart" or "honey"?

Hirono definitely calls him sweetheart in a sarcastic/condescending way when she's mad at him. She also calls him stuff like 'sexy', 'hot stuff', and 'guitar boy' normally. And she's not above calling him something that will embarrass him.

Shuya uses them in a more loving way, but he's pretty basic. Although I could see him coming up with something to call her for a song that's unique and then always using that, but I'm not sure what it would be. He doesn't usually try to embarrass her with them, but there are times where he would if they're fighting. He loves her, but sometimes he's gotta match her energy to earn her respect.

5. If one of them was away for longer time, like a week, how their significant other would greet them back?

Look man, Hirono missed her boytoy and she wants to makeout. But, also, maybe, under the surface, she also wants to just cuddle and talk. But she's gotta go through the motions first, okay?

Shuya also likes some kiss action, but he also wants to talk her ear off about whatever happened. So maybe they just talk in between making out?

6. How often do they say "I love you" to one another? On daily basics, leaving to work, with a kiss on a cheek and quick "love u, bye!" or it's more rare and more emotional?

Look, Hirono will admit she's in love when she's dead, okay? Love isn't real and people who believe in it is are stupid. Isn't it enough that she hangs around? Meanwhile, Shuya's throwing 'em out like confetti (by comparison, he's actually pretty normal about it). And when she doesn't say it back he just smiles and says stuff like, "Careful, or one day you'll slip up and say it back." And she flips him off, but he takes that as an I love you anyway.

7. Do they keep track of each other during the day? Asking how is that important meeting going and texting "I <3 u"? Or they just text each other grocery list and talk when they are both home?

They're both better with talking in person. Shuya loses his phone or forgets about it when he gets involved with other things all the time. So even though he tries to be a good boyfriend with his texting, it's pretty all over the place.

But that's okay because Hirono ignores it when she's doing something fun. So neither of them are super easy to get a hold of. Although sometimes Hirono's bitter when she ignores her phone all day and Shuya hasn't texted her. Like, how is she supposed to tease him about how much he missed her if he didn't text? And she's NOT saying she missed him!

8. How long into their relationship they are, when they say "I love you" for the first time? Who says that first? In what situation?

Shuya says it first, no question. It does take him a little bit but probably within a couple of months. It probably happens after they're doing something they shouldn't be doing and almost get caught, like they're at some underground rock show and cops show up and Hirono leads them out and they run. And once they're safe Shuya looks at her and tells her he loves her. Hirono freaks out about that though, because what the fuck, they're just having fun? Why did he have to go and make it a serious thing? Love isn't real and he needs to not try and pull that shit on her. Like, does he think he'll get more from her if he says that? Because he won't. It leads to a fight but they end up making up and Shuya basically says he doesn't need her to say it back but he needs to be able to say it. And that's how they operate for a long time. But eventually after they've been together for a long while, probably like months, maybe a year, she eventually lets it slip super casually, like, "I love your crazy ass." And she looks at him in a way that says 'yeah, I said it, don't make a thing about it.' And of course, Shuya does then make a thing about it because he can't read the room but he's just really happy, okay? After that she still doesn't say it much, but it appears occasionally.

9. Do they have some unusual ways of saying "I love you"? Squeezing hands, that they both know what means?

Anytime she calls him crazy it's code for 'I love you.' It takes him 90 years to understand that, but he eventually does. Then he starts saying it back to her and it becomes their thing.

10. How they show affection to the other one in everyday life? Do they cook dinner for each other? Or wash the dishes, even though it's not their turn, cause they know the other one hates it?

They just try to do things that makes the other happy. They spend time together. Hirono hangs out with his friends even though she doesn't like most of them and is only sort of mean to them. Shuya always reminds her of how smart she is and how she's better than she thinks.

#battle royale #shuya nanahara #hirono shimizu #peyton answers asks #do they have a ship name?#shuono #?

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the-ace-with-spades · 3 years

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(4/6) the best is yet to come

five times someone realized Ronan and Adam were basically married and one time they actually were

Part 1 │Part 2 │Part 3 │Part 5 │Part 6

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Matty liked Adam. It was not the simple liking he gave everyone he met but something much deeper and more familial — it had a lot to do with how Adam could make Ronan smile the way their whole family used to could.

But also with the way he could explain math.

Declan offered to get him a tutor when they moved to DC but he never liked the idea of a stranger in their house or a stranger seeing how stupid he was exactly. There were probably other dangers with engaging the Lynch family into the normal business, like prep school — which Matty hated the very idea of — so Declan often preferred to tutor Matty himself. It usually ended up with thrown textbooks, screams and another promise of getting Matty a tutor but Matty didn't mind. His grades weren't as critical and he could still get into college, even if it wasn't an Ivy League like Declan would prefer.

In the worst-case scenario, Matty could help Ronan with the farm. Being a farmer was something that sounded like a nice way to make a living. Although that would probably give Declan a hernia.

Matty would usually come to the Barns for the weekend, unless he had other plans with his friends, and help Ronan around until Sunday Mass, after which they would eat dinner together and then Ronan would drive him to catch the bus to Washington or Declan would pick him up, if he was going to the Mass that week.

Most of the time, Adam was also there for at least some of his stay. Matty was pretty sure he moved in with Ronan a few months before and was just pretending he didn't have his own shelves in Ronan's wardrobe, or his own laptop in their dad's study, or the shoes on the porch, or the weird, super-caffeinated green tea, all for the sake of appearances.

When Matty arrived on Friday evening the day before and Ronan went to the bus station to pick him up, the first thing Matty saw at the Barns, was Adam, lying shirtless under a tractor.

It was the one in obnoxious yellow color that their dad used to say was his favorite and it hadn't worked since before their dad died. It was easy to forget Adam was a simple mechanic, as of right now, when he could talk in this weird, Declan-sque way when he sounded both like a teenage boy and a lawyer of twenty years. It was even weirder to remember that Adam was the one that finally coerced Ronan to set up a legitimate firm and pay all the necessary taxes on the property and invest in the modern stuff while Declan tried to do that since he heard Ronan was dropping out to become a farmer.

Matty didn't say anything to this because he was still feeling the wariness Ronan had when it came to the whole being gay thing. Declan said they should leave him alone with it until he was completely ready so Matty never said anything about anything Adam, or Ronan, or Adam and Ronan had done.

He wasn't complaining when Adam offered him to help with algebra while Ronan prepared dinner.

This was also what made Adam feel so familial very quickly — the obvious naturalness of the whole motion.

Matty didn't remember much of their father as he never had that much of contact with him. He supposed that if he did, his parents would probably be in the same position as Ronan and Adam — mom would be preparing dinner and dad would be helping one of his sons with homework. And as strange as the concept of Ronan taking their mom's place on the farm was, it was actually true. Their dad was away so often that throughout most of the year, their mom was the head of the farm and did most of the chores that living with animals and acres of land involved.

Adam didn't look much out of place either. Even though he was at the house more than their dad had — or so Matty assumed, since they were still lying about the moving in thing — despite constant school and work, he belonged there in a way that felt like he was born to live there.

Adam explained his homework, Ronan cooked spinach cream pasta. They ate dinner.

"I'll do the dishes," Adam offered.

"Shut up and sit down, Parrish," Ronan replied, with a tone that was more suited for love confessions or romantic songs.

"Ronan."

"You're not doing the dishes, you worked the whole day so sit on your ass for five minutes and do this thing we normal people love called rest."

Matty wouldn't exactly call any of them normal.

Adam sat down and sighed. He and Ronan had the exact same conversation every time Matty came for the weekend.

"But I'm doing the dishes next time."

Matty had never seen him do the dishes despite him saying it every time.

"Are you staying for the night?" Matty asked because he liked to indulge people — if Adam moving in was something they wanted to hide, then he would pretend it was still a secret.

There was banging on the back door, which was also in the kitchen. Ronan opened the door grumbling and Opal came through.

"Go wash up, munchkin," Ronan said, sounding very much like their mom.

Matty decided to focus on Adam, who admitted, "Yeah, I'll be staying for a couple of days."

By a couple, he probably meant forever but Matty didn't plan to call him out unless it'd be in the speech he was going to give at their wedding.

Opal came back from the bathroom with wet hair and even a wetter t-shirt.

He had never thought someone could sigh with a tone of a tired parent without actually being a tired parent but Adam did.

"Let's get you in your PJs, sugarplum."

Ronan stared after Adam with his hands still in the sink. Matty stared at him.

"What?" he asked when he finally turned his gaze away from Adam and Opal.

"Nothing."

They watched Fast and Furious until Opal fell asleep on the floor and Ronan took her to bed. Matty said goodnight and went to his room, clean of dust and dirty clothes like every weekend he was staying at the Barns and that was it.

Matty woke up in the early morning hours and went down to the kitchen. Adam was there, making coffee, with a book in one hand.

"Ronan is out?" he asked, instead of a greeting.

"Nah," Adam said. "I let him sleep in today and fed the chickens earlier. He doesn't sleep that well still, you know. Coffee?"

There was a lot to unpack in those words so instead of doing that, Matty said, "Yeah."

Lynches were very good at not addressing the obvious, really.

And so were Adam.

They drank their coffee, Adam left their empty mugs in the sink when the stairs creaked.

Adam put the kettle on again.

Ronan came through the door, with a well-rested face but sleepy eyes, looking just the same way he used to look on Christmas morning. He smiled in an easy manner that had become uncommon for him over time and went straight for Adam, halting an inch or two before his face. Adam's lips quirked when he leaned in his direction.

"Had a good sleep?"

Ronan's arms wound around his waist and said, "The bed was cold."

And then he closed the gap and kissed him, with Adam's palm curling around his nape in one smooth move.

One of the things Matty remembered clearly about their parents, as a single entity and not two separate people, was how affectionate they were. Their mom had a soft touch that worked on almost anyone but especially on their father — he had melted under her hands, melted into long hugs, longs stares, long kisses.

So Matty tried to look at his coffee instead of at Ronan and Adam because this kiss did feel like watching your parents, with the second-hand embarrassment and the general confusion, and he hadn't been quite ready for that.

"Morning breath, babe," Adam said, between breaths.

Ronan's lips were just in the corner of his mouth.

"Don't care."

And then Ronan's hand was moving lower and lower on Adam's waist, lifting his t-shirt, until his fingertips were dipping into the elastic band of Adam's pajamas and—

Matty cleared his throat. This was way more than kissing and way more than he wanted to ever see.

Adam stepped away from Ronan, seemingly as awkward as Matty felt on the inside.

"Sorry, Matty," he said.

And then, in a manner that was very much alike their dad's, Ronan said. "I'm not sorry."

#pynch #pynch fic #outsider pov #trc #TRC #the raven cycle #my fics #my writing #matthew lynch

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ayellowcurtain · 4 years

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could u maybe write of sobbe being together at a party and seeing britt there and robbe completely freezes and gets a bit sad and angry bc he's still a bit jealous and hurt bc of how she treated sander and sander just reassures him

Can you please write a fic where Robbe tries to surprise Sander with a romantic dinner, went to the trouble of setting up a romantic atmosphere and everything but clueless!Sander calls him to say he’s staying out late with friends or other excuse. Robbe’s naturally upset but doesn’t mention anything. He clears up everything of the supposed romantic night but afterwards Sander realises his true intentions and feels immensely guilty and tries to make up with Robbe

Robbe knows where Sander’s heart is, he knows where his thoughts are, where his feelings are, he knows Sander like he didn’t think he could ever know someone else. But sometimes it’s hard to ignore his own insecurities. Sander lied to him about Britt before. And he kissed her while he was saying he loved Robbe.

He knows why and how that night happened, but it still hurts. Robbe wishes things had happened different at the start, but it doesn’t change their present and their future together.

It’s just that sometimes it’s hard for him to hide how bothered he is that Britt and Sander still talk sometimes. Robbe only knows Britt from other people’s perspectives, but he can tell she and Sander can be alike with some of their behaviors and Robbe feels like shit for not being like them, for being this well behaved child that hates upsetting others, that’s always thinking about what others might think of him.

Sander noticed how Robbe is still a little jealous of Britt the last time they were snuggling on the couch and then he opened his conversation with Britt to reply to her. Sander looked at him, somehow smiling and finding Robbe’s jealousy so cute, he came closer like he always does, sitting almost on top of Robbe, reading every single message he ever exchanged with Britt even thought Robbe told him a bunch of times he didn’t have to.

Even if only for a few weeks, even if he was in between them at times, Robbe watched Sander and Britt’s relationship for a little bit.

He watched them make out during all those days at the beach. Sander would be looking at him and maybe falling for him, but he was still with Britt, with her in his lap, kissing her, sleeping with her.

One night he even slept with her in that double bed bedroom and Robbe remembers he couldn’t sleep, thinking they were right there, just a wall between their rooms. He didn’t hear anything, but he knew what that bedroom was for. Robbe managed to avoid going there with Noor, but Sander didn’t. And he didn’t have to, that’s dumb, they were together, dating, having sex.

Robbe forces himself to stop thinking about all of that when he finishes lighting all the candles. He felt bad for all his stupid insecurities affecting their relationship and he wanted to make it up by making a fancy, romantic dinner date for them.

A night where they could stay inside, just the two of them like they love to do, spend hours lost in each other, forgetting about Britt and anyone else, eating good food, being romantic like Sander loves to be and stuff.

Robbe tried to take a long and relaxing shower, to shave his stubble from a few days, put some nice clothes on. Once he was done, he was already late, but that’s the good part of having their date at home.

He texted Sander just to make sure he didn’t forget about the surprise Robbe said he had for him.

But Sander wasn’t online and it took a while for him to reply.

The food was already cold, the candles were already melting away inside their little glasses, the bright light turned into a foggy, weak, smokey thing that didn’t light much.

Robbe gave up waiting after two hours sitting by himself on their couch. It wasn’t Sander’s fault, he didn’t know the surprise had a specific hour to happen so Robbe just blew out the candles and put them all away inside the little basket inside their kitchen cabinet, he washed the dishes and put the food inside the fridge so Sander could eat later if he wanted.

Of course he was upset, but mostly with himself for being so dumb, insecure and jealous. He took his fancy clothes off and took another shower. It felt like he had gone out so a shower felt like it was a must to get his body back to the normal routine of taking a shower after coming home and before going to bed.

Sander was having a good time with Britt and their friends. It took them a while, but it was good to hang out with their group of friends again and to know everything was okay between him and Britt.

He usually doesn’t stay out until this late and so on his bike ride back home it’s almost painful how much he misses Robbe, but Sander was sure he wouldn’t mind, they talked about this just a few days ago and Robbe was okay with him and Britt talking.

He laughs at how stupid he’s being, pedaling as fast as he can like they did on their first date inside the tunnel, just to be back with Robbe quicker.

“Robbe?” he asks once he finds an empty house, he’s still out of breath from running upstairs, but he hears the shower so he closes the door, paying attention to the fancy smell inside, it’s definetely from a candle they bought togehter when they moved in to this place and Sander smiles, thinking that maybe Robbe is giving himself a spa night type of thing. So he lets him be for a minute, looking around for food in the kitchen.

There has to be something, because their old washing machine is still working. So Sander continues on his search and when he opens the fridge is when all the pieces fall together.

There’s a bunch of food that wasn’t there earlier when he left, the smell of candles, Robbe being quiet and the washing machine working so late. Robbe had a fucking surprise.

Shit!

Sander forgets all about his hunger and anything else and rushes carefully to their bathroom. Robbe is still taking his shower.

“Robbe...” His boyfriend jumps a little and turns back around, finally seeing Sander, but he can’t see much of Robbe in return. The glass door of their shower is foggy, but Sander imagines Robbe is not too happy so he takes his clothes off, keeping his eyes on the shadow that Robbe creates behind the door, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know...”

“It’s okay...” he hears Robbe’s soft and broken voice even with the loud shower and Sander gets a little more worried by the way he sounds, he opens the door carefully and finally meets Robbe.

He’s not crying now, but Sander is sure he cried at some point and his heart breaks into a million pieces.

“Robbe, I’m so sorry. I should have told me about this. I would run home.”

“Stop, it’s okay. It was a dumb idea.” Robbe avoids his touch and Sander doesn’t force him to do anything, but it stings the way he can’t touch Robbe and kiss him sorry.

“No, it’s not dumb. Can we do it now? Please? We can eat now...”

“Sander, it’s okay...”

“Please, Robbe...please.” He whines and pouts and uses everything he can to change Robbe’s mind.

Robbe sighs and blinks slowly like he does when he’s really tired, but Sander needs to make it up for this mess. “I’m tired...”

“I’ll do everything. You just have to sit and eat.” He whispers, gently trying to touch his boyfriend’s cheeks, looking at Robbe, pressing his fingertips against the back of his neck.

“Okay...” Sander tries to smile, not to think about how he fucked up tonight so massively. He helps Robbe finish his shower and dry himself and Sander grabs some fancy clothes from their closet, going to change in the living room so they have a little surprise when they see each other dressed up.

Robbe takes a little longer and when Sander is about to go to their bedroom to check if his boyfriend hasn’t slept, Robbe finally walks out, looking so handsome, with pants that are not that big on him, a soft black shirt with two closed buttons on his chest and Sander smiles, it was one of his Chistmas gifts for Robbe.

Sander holds his hand carefully and walks Robbe to their small dinner table, pulling a chair for Robbe to sit and wait while he does everything: lights the candles again, putting them on a line across the table and he goes around to grab some clean dishes to put food for both of them, putting some soft, romantic music in the background as he waits for the microwave to reheat everything.

He looks down just to see what he’s already feeling: Robbe’s eyes on him. Small, tired, a little red eyes looking at him with no more hint of sadness. He’s back to being his gentle, kind self and Sander doesn’t deserve him.

Sander walks quietly around the table and Robbe follows him with his eyes, smiling softly when Sander puts his hands on the armrests, looking down at Robbe.

“I love you so much, Robbe. I’m sorry for coming home so late.”

“It’s okay...” Robbe looks down, his fingertips very quietly drawing random forms in the back of Sander’s hands. “Was your night fun?”

“No, it’s not. And yeah, it was, but it’s a lot better now. Everything is a lot better when you’re around.” Sander goes even closer, brushing his lips against Robbe’s, smiling when he closes his eyes.

“Your love, I feel you around me all the time” Robbe smiles and Sander can’t help but feel a little proud that Robbe recognizes Bowie’s lyrics now. Sander always heard his songs trying to imagine the feelings he was talking about, but he gets it now.

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #sobbe

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jungshookz · 5 years

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the one where agust d makes a comeback

↳ pairing: min yoongi x reader

↳ genre: ceo!yoongiverse, smut, more smut, and even mORE smut! NSFW!!! lower the brightness on ur device or else the cops will come for u

↳ summary: yoongi finds out you faked an orgasm and he’s going to gi-give it to you in more ways than one.

↳ wordcount: 6.5k

↳ note: this was surprisingly highly hiGHLY requested / a lot of you wanted a ceo!yoongi x agust d collab but more specifically an agust d x y/N (lucky girl!) collab and it would be a crime for me to noT grant that wish in form of a smutty drabble so here you go!!! this is my second attempt at writing a smutty drabble so take it easy on me pleathe!! i know my smut is clumSY but i really reaLLY wanted to make this happen (nobody’s allowed to talk about fishnets or else i’m suing) anyways ENJOY p.s. i told u i would be back before u knew it >:-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

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“jesus, that was good…” yoongi rolls off of you and flops down on his side of the bed

he rests his arm above his head on the soft pillow before pulling in deep breaths of air

hOo

he was on fiRE tonight

the bedroom’s been tainted with the smell of sex between the two of you

“mm, yeah.” you hum in agreement as you chew on the inside of your cheek anxiously

a moment of silence goes by and you wait for another second to pass before giving yourself the green light to go ahead and get some clothes on

also you’re kind of sticky so you should probably go and take anoTher shower

yoongi’s brows knit together as he stares up at the ceiling

something seemed… off tonight

but he can’t quite seem to put his finger on it

he replays the sequence of events that took place

he got home from work

gave hwayoung a bath

ate dinner and watched some tv with you

helped you with the dishes (and by helped he means he wrapped his arms around you from behind and pressed kisses down your neck whiLe you were washing the dishes)

ended up making out with you for a little while before you guys went to the bedroom for a little more privacy

and baM

here he is now in a post-sex daze

everything seems like they went swimmingly so he doesn’t know why he feELs like something was off-

oh!!!!! he knows!!!!!!

he knows exacTly what was off tonight!!!!

you didn’t do that thing

that little nose scrunch that usually happens before you’re about to-

yoongi pales

oh my god

“…did you fake your orgasm?” yoongi props himself up on his elbows when the realisation that you totally just faked your orgasm hits him like a train

you freeze in the middle of slipping your t-shirt back on before clearing your throat and glancing at yoongi over your shoulder

“what… makes you say that?”

yoongi pokes his tongue into his cheek “…you didn’t say no.”

shit

you were hoping you would be a good enough actress to pull it off but it looks like you’re not going to be winning any oscars anytime soon for your performance

sometimes you forget that your husband is a very observant man

the two of you have had sex many, manY times which means he’s seen you have an orgasm many, mANY times so of course he’s going to be able to notice when you’re not as enthusiastic as you usually are

it’s just that today was an off day!!!!

you woke up feeling kinda gross and bloaTed

and not to mention!

lately you’ve been waking up super early because hwayoung is going through a ‘i’m going to wake up at 5:30 on the dot every single morning and scream until u come and cuddle with me’ phase

and usually you’re 100% down to fool around with yoongi after hwayoung goes down for the night but tonight you just felt bLeugh

you weren’t really in the mood to do anything besides sleep but yoongi was obviously in the mood and since you’re a very caring wife you figured it’d be good for you to help your husband unwind after a tiring day at work

yoongi purses his lips in thought before turning to lie on his side

he doesn’t want to be that guy but oUCH

what a shot to his self-esteem!!!!

is he not good at sex anymore??

you faked an orgasm!!! one of his jobs as your husband is to make you feel good and he thought he was pulling out all the right tricks but apparently they weren’t working tonight because you had to pretend like he was making you feel good-

“yoongi, it’s really not a big deal…” you trail off sheepishly “and it’s not your fault!!!”

you know for a fact that he’s overthinking this and you feel awful

you should’ve just told him you didn’t want to do anything instead of going through with it and faking it

“yoongi…” you curl up next to him and prop your chin up on his bicep “i just wasn’t into it today, alright? it’s a me thing, it’s not a you thing… i promise! how about we go take a shower and try again-”

you jump in surprise when yoongi suddenly sits straIght up before turning to gawk at you because anotHer realisation just hit him

“you-“ he points at you- “you yawned! you yawned halfway through and you tried to play it off as a moan!!!”

you immediately wince

oh friCK

jesus christ

you knew you should’ve gone hands and knees tonight instead of missionary

at least it would’ve been easier to conceal a damn yAWN you complete AMATEUR

“you know, i don’t see it as a yawn…” you shrug “i think you should view it as a… slow, sleepy, sexy-“

“do noT even try to-“

“hey, i got up at 5:30 this morning, can you blame me??”

yoongi huffs and tosses the blanket aside before crawling off the bed

he’s just frustrated now

not with you, specifically

more with himself!

this is all his fault

he’s been suPEr busy for the last month and a bit with work (you guys have skipped date night three consecutive times and jimin is starting to get antsy because he hasn’t seen hwayoung in literally three weeKS)

he’s always leaving early in the morning and coming back late

is your guys’ sex life nonexistent now?

is he a bad husband???

an awful lover?????

do you not find him attractive anymore?

:-(

he hasn’t gone to the gym a lot since hwayoung was born but maybe he should take this as a hint to get his ass to the gym and lift some weights

maybe try to get his six pack back because it’s starting to fade

actually

looking at his stomach now it’s actually baREly there

it’s all that frozen yogurt he’s eating!

anyways the point is: you’re stuCk with him for the next like 60 years so it wouldn’t be good if you weren’t attracted to him!!

“yoongi,” you groan quietly, “don’t be like that, come on-“

“i’m fine, i’m fine.” he grumbles as he shimmies back into his sweatpants “i’m going to check on hwayoung, i think i heard something through the monitor.” he gestures to the little walkie-talkie sitting on his bedside dresser

you let out a sigh and glance over at the monitor before looking back at yoongi

“are you sure you’re fine? i can go and check on-“ yoongi swoops down to give you a reassuring kiss before pinching your cheek

“i’m fine. you had an off day, right? it’s just an off day.” he pinches your cheek again

“right, exactly!” you chirp before getting up on your knees so that you’re almost eye level with yoongi “you are so understanding…”

the mattress dips underneath where your knees are as you shuffle closer to the edge

“-i just wasn’t in the mood, and it’s definitely not your fault.” you hum and give yoongi a kiss on the cheek

yep

that’s all it is

you just weren’t in the mood and it’s definitely not his fault

yoongi lets out a sigh as he shuts the bedroom door behind him before reaching over to turn the hallway light on

he scratches at his bare arm as he makes his way down the hallway to hwayoung’s room

maybe he is overthinking this

after all, he has his off days too

he’s not saying that he’s ever faked an oRgasm like some people but he understands what it’s like to feel burnt out and not in the mood to do anything

it’s fine

it’s a one time thing

he’s stiLL the man

….right?

yoongi peeps into hwayoung’s bedroom and smiles softly when he sees her snoozing away drooling over that dumb cookie plushie you bought for her the other day

you joked that it kind of looks like him and that’s why she likes it so much but honestly he can’t see the resemblance

he takes a second to just glance around her bedroom

as per usual there are a couple of toys on the floor

it looks like you left a half-empty milk bottle on the dresser

he might as well bring it to the kitchen before the milk gets all gross and curdled

yoongi snorts quietly when he sees one of the framed photos sitting next to the bottle

it’s from that box you found with all his college stuff

it’s a polaroid picture of agust d chowing down on a little cup of tteokbokki

the picture was taken in the middle of the shoot for his stupid music video and he still remembers how good that tteokbokki was-

yoongi freezes and his lips part

💡l i g h t b u l b ! 💡

“i hate to break it to you, but people - especially guys - don’t just let go of something like that so easily! we have very fragile egos!!!” jimin exclaims and you can’t help but roll your eyes as you cross the street “no wonder he was so moody the other morning!!”

it’s been about a week since the incident but thankfully it seems like things have been smoothed over now

yoongi finally had the night off tonight and you obviously had to take advantage of that so you sent hwayoung off on her merry way with her little tote bag

jimin was moRe than excited to take care of her for the night

jungkook might’ve been even more excited because he hasn’t hung out with his favourite friend in a while and he even brought her a little takeout cup of steamed milk when they came to pick her up earlier

he even split his sandwich with her and he was having the time of his liFe watching her nibble on the soft bread

“i think i know my husband, thank you very much. i explained it to him and he was totally fine! sure, he was kinda hurt at first, but after i told him that i was sleepy and tired and not in the mood-“

“it doesn’t matter, y/n!” jimin exasperates “i guarantee he’s still thinking about it-“

“well, it’ll be fine, alright?” you grumble, “i’m bringing dinner to the office now, and then we’re going to get ice cream, and then i’m gonna surprise him with a brand new set of lingerie that was kind of expensive but it’s okay because-“ you’re cut off when you hear a familiar little squeal in the background accompanied with another familiar but slightly lower squeal “-everything okay over there?”

“yeah, everything’s great-“

“-last one to crawl to the sofa’s a rotten egg-“

“babawbwahabhaw-!”

“-jungkook, i didn’t baby proof the coffee table, be careful- hey, look, i’ll talk to you later, alright? good luck!”

“okay, i’ll-“ before you get the chance to say goodbye the line goes dead

as far as jimin is concerned: hwayoung > y/n

you slip your phone back into your purse before pushing the glass door open

your sneakers squeak against the marble as you make your way to the elevators

you were going to dress a little nicer because it is date night after all but since it’s just you and yoongi in the office for dinner you’re sure it’s not a big deal that you’re not dressed suPer super fancy

your outfit is still super cute though!!

it’s this blue-ish plaid mini dress with a square neckline and spaghetti straps (you paired it with a pair of nike air force 1s and ur feeling very Young and Hip)

you’re obviously wearing the diamond necklace yoongi bought for you (with the matching diamond studs in your ears)

but yes

this dress

the pattern kind of reminds you of a school uniform

school uniform,.,.. but make it sexy

it’s definitely on the sexier side because it ends like mid-thigh and there are two little slits on either side of the dress

you will admit that when you slipped into this little thing you felt a little siLLy just because you haven’t worn something like this in a long time and you don’t want to seem like a try-hard or one of those Cool Moms Who Aren’t Actually As Cool As They Think Are

but at the end of the day

who the freAk cares because ur still young and this dress is cute and you worked hard to tone ur body after giving birth to hwayoung and you’re going to show your body off if you want to gosh darn it!!!

you hum to yourself as the elevator starts going up and you adjust your grip on the takeout bag

you picked up yoongi’s favourite!!!! you were going to get burgers because you were in the mood for burgers but let’s be real

you stiLL feel kind of bad about what happened the other night even though you’re pretty sure yoongi’s over it

but yes

sushi!

a dragon roll for him and a spicy salmon roll for yourself

you even got a little tub of edamame and a seaweed salad to share between the two of you

ding!

“…huh.”

you’re surprised when the elevator doors open to reveal complete darkness

well, not really, but like.,.., kinda

all the main lights are switched off

it’s about 7 o’clock now so it makes sense for the office to be empty but you expected a couple of people to be working overtime

you always had to work overtime!!!!

but that probably had to do with the fact that yoongi had a big fat cruSh on you and didn’t know how else to spend time with you so he forced you to stay behind and organise files

the office is completely empty

which is actually kind of creepy now that you think about it

you start heading down the hallway towards yoongi’s office and you smile lightly at the little station by of his doors

that’s where you used to sit!!!!

and now jimin sits there

it’s fine

just a couple more months and then you get to come back

there’s a picture of him and hwayoung sitting on his desk which is cute

it’s of them and they’re wearing their matching teddy jackets

you’re going to have to talk to jimin about getting a picture of yOU and him on his desk

huff

you push yoongi’s office door open as you rifle through your purse for some loose change

“yoongs, you wanna come with me to the vending machine? i’m in the mood for some cookies-“

oh what the heck

you immediately feel a wave of anxiety wash over you when you look around and realise that this isn’t yoongi’s office

are you in the right room??

are you on the right floor????

are you even in the right building?????

where are you???

your brows knit together in confusion as your eyes flicker around

okay

this is definitely yoongi’s office because you recognise the mark on the wall from jungkook’s sneakers

this looks like yoongi’s office but it also doEsn’t look like yoongi’s office

and sure, you haven’t been here in a while but you don’t remember yoongi having… a monitor and two big speakers on his desk

and that keyboard deFinitely wasn’t here either

there’s a pair of chunky headphones slung over the top of the monitor and you can just make out the sound of a beat

(if you weren’t so focused on finding loose change in your purse you would’ve noticed that yoongi’s name plaque on the front door was replaced with ‘genius lab’ instead)

“what in the hell…?” you mutter to yourself as you stand behind yoongi’s desk to take a look at the monitor screens

you have no idea what any of this is but it obviously has something to do with music

the last time you had to produce a song was…

…well, never

“can i help you?”

you reach down to brush your fingers over the cool light-up keyboard

“hey, i think someone robbed you and then replaced your things with fancy music equip-“ you look up from the desk and-

wh-

wHA-

hOLY

SHIt

WHAT

your jaw drops straiGht to the deepest pits of hell when yoongi steps into the room

but this isn’t your yoongi

no no nO

not at all

this isn’t your yoongi with his pressed suits and his hermes cufflinks and his silky raven hair with not a strand out of place

this is-

oh my god

you never thought you’d live to see this day

you never thought you’d live to see this legend standing right in front of your eyes but here he is

here he is

this isn’t min yoongi

this is agust d.

“oh… my god.” your eyes are as wide as saucers as you take in the view

and whAT a view this is

yoongi shuts the door behind him and starts pacing towards you and you feel like your feet are glued to the ground

what the HELL

there are chunky silver rings decorating his fingers and thin gold chains hanging around his wrists and his neck

as the kids would say.,,..

… he drippin’

ok yuck you’re never going to waste time trying to learn cool slang ever again

his pressed dressed pants have been replaced with a pair of distressed skinny jeans and his crisp button-up has been replaced with a loose white tee

he’s wearing a plain black hoodie over it and you don’t remember the last time you saw yoongi in a plain black hoodie

his polished loafers? gone and replaced with a pair of chunky black boots

and his hair

oh, his hair

the coal black strands you’ve come to know and love have been bleached to a shade of blindingly white silvery-bloNDe

honestly his hair kind of looks like he just rolled out of bed but he’s really pulling it off

you don’t even-

you don’t know what to-

woW-

when did he find the time to-

his hair-!

the clothes??

what??? what is-

you’re not complaining or anything you’re just-

*sound of distress*

“again… can i help you?” yoongi raises a brow as he stands at the side of his desk

he crosses his arms before veRy obviously checking you out

your brain is still trying to process what in the heck is going on here

you plop your purse and the takeout bags down on his chair behind you before putting your hands on your hips

“i… i don’t know! can you help me? because quite frankly i am dazed and confu-“

“you in first year?” yoongi cuts you off cooly and you tilt your head in question

what is he talking about

“what?”

yoongi gives you a veRy unimpressed look and for some reason you suddenly feel a teensy bit intimidated

you’re getting flashbackS

when he first started working here he always gave you that specific look to let you know that you were being a moron

like that one time you came to him because the stapler wasn’t working and you were convinced that it was broken beyOnd repair but it turned out there just weren’t any staples in it

yeah

that look

“are you… a first year student?” yoongi repeats a little more slowly as if trying to hint something to you

and then it hits you

you and yoongi haven’t really dabbled in the world of role play very extensively but honestly,.,.,

you’re intrigued

and you’re always open to experimentation!

you’re open minded!

at the same time you can’t help but wonder why he even bothered doing all of this

obviously you knOW a part of it is because of the incident that the two of you are tip-toeing around but even before that happened he said he was never going to resurrect agust d out of pure mortification yet here he is

agust d

right in front of your eyes

oOH

another reason as to why he could be doing this might be because of the comment you made when you first found the agust d box!!!!

you know

about 18 year old y/n and how thirsty she would’ve been over 20 year old yoongi

how big of a crush she would’ve had on third year student music producer rapper bad boy min yoongi

those were your exact words by the way

(that riled yoongi up fAr more than he expected it to)

well

you can play along

you can definitely play along

you clear your throat “yes, i’m a first year student.” you cross your arms “are you?”

also

tonight was definitely the right night to wear this dress if you’re going to be playing the role of 18 year old y/n because she would probably describe your outfit as so ca-yUte*! (*cute)

“third year.” yoongi hums and offers you a smirk “what’s your name?”

“y/n.”

“y/n what?”

“min- i mean, y/l/n. y/n y/l/n.”

ooF

you haven’t introduced yourself as y/n y/l/n in a while lol

“well, y/n y/l/n, can i ask why you’re in my office?” yoongi asks uninterestedly as he swipes a finger along the top of his desk

“i don’t know, can you?”

yoongi scoffs before poking his tongue into his cheek “kitten has claws, i see…”

oh boy

he’s really not playing around tonight

yoongi steps over so that he’s standing right next to you

“so-“ he nudges you aside gently before hitting the spacebar so that the beat stops playing through his headphones “answer the question, y/n.”

you feel your mouth go dry when you notice how hot yoongi’s hands look when he’s wearing all those rings

not that his hands aren’t usually attractive when he’s not wearing any rings but it’s like,,.

you’ve never seen his hands like this before

you pout a little when you notice he’s not wearing his wedding ring

>:-(

you know he has to play the part or whAtever but STILL

“i guess i just… i guess i-i just… lost my way…?” you stumble over your words a bit when yoongi shuffles a little closer to you

god he smells good

he’s not wearing his usual expensive smelling cologne but he still smells good

his arm is pressed right up against yours and you can’t help but let out a shaky breath

“what’s the matter? do i make you n-n-nervous?” yoongi mocks playfully and nudges your side before pulling away

YES

yES he makes you n-n-nERVOUS

you don’t know how he did it but in five minutes flat yoongi managed to revert you back to the slightly awkward fresh-faced-wide-eyed freshman you were at the beginning of university

you suppose that’s just the power of agust d

“n-no.” you clear your throat and keep your eyes glued on the blinking cursor in front of you “i don’t know. maybe. yes.”

although you can’t see yoongi, you can certainly feel his presence behind you

a chill tingles up your spine

…you sense danger

it’ll be fine

just focus on the screen and play it cool-

a gasp of surprise slips past your lips when all of a sudden yoongi flips you around and cages you in between his arms

he nudges you back gently til your bum bumps up against the desk and you instinctively reach backwards to grip onto the edge of the table

“you’re a cute little thing, aren’t you?” yoongi chuckles darkly and nudges his nose against your cheek when you turn your mouth away from his

you don’t remember the last time you felt this hot and bothered and quite franKly you’re a little flustered

you can’t help but wonder if maybe you can get yoongi feeling the same way

it’s always him getting your cheeks hot and rosy

“hey- you okay?” yoongi snaps out of his bAd bOy persona for a second to check on you when he notices you space out for a second

the last thing he wants to do is make u feel uncomfortable

he honestly didn’t know how well this roleplaying thing was going to work out but if it makes u uncomfortable he’s deFinitely going to quit it

he hooks a finger underneath your chin and turns your head so that you can look at him

“yeah, i’m good…” you nod timidly before sitting up onto the desk “i just… um… i should probably tell you something before we get started…”

yoongi’s brows knit together in confusion

you trail a finger down his clothed chest before leaning forward to nudge your nose against his

your lips barely brush over his and he finds himself chasing after your mouth a little

he can almost taste that strawberry chapstick you’re always wearing

“you see, yoongi- yoongi, is it?” you pull away before he gets the chance to kiss you and yoongi nods quickly

okay

it looks like the roleplaying thing is still happening

you’re a pretty good actress

“i just thought it’d be good for you to know that i’ve never had sex before…” you flutter your lashes at him “so i’m awfully sorry if i’m a little… tight…”

…o god

yoongi swallows thickly and he feels himself twitch in his pants

you are playing a veRy dangerous game here

“yeah, baby?” yoongi hums and gives your hips a squeeze “i’ll take it easy on you…” he presses a light kiss to the corner of your mouth and a smirk twitches at his mouth when he feels you shiver

yoongi nudges your head to the side so that he can plant gentle kisses down your neck

and then

you say it

“what if i don’t want you to take it easy on me?”

he freezes immediately

…

yoongi’s mouth closes over yours in a searing kiss and you yank him closer by the collar of his jacket

so much for taking it easy on you

it almost seems like a competition between the two of you to see how quickly you can undress each other although you’re boTh losing because yoongi decides he’s happy with bunching your dress up around your waist and you decide you’re happy with just shoving his pants and briefs down mid-thigh

yoongi steps in between your legs and places a gentle hand of warning on your hip before he’s pushing himself into you

the two of you make sounds of disbelieving awe at the intimate contact and your back immediately arches as your fingers wrap tightly around his bicep

you don’t know why but it just feels different this time around

yoongi’s barely moved and he’s already making your head spin

yoongi isn’t doing so hot himself

you’re so unbelievably tight and warm and wet and-

“jesus, yoongi-” you fight the instinct to roll your eyes to the back of your head when yoongi slides himself in further

you can feel your toes curling in your sneakers

and just when you think you’ve got all of him he pulls back a teeny bit before surging all the way in

a shout of surprise slips past your lips and you immediately tighten around him

“fuck, baby, don’t-“ yoongi groans and digs his blunt nails into the flesh of your hips instinctively

“m-move, you can move-“ you whimper and wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer even though he’s already fully pressed up against you

the realisation that you can be as loud as you want hits you and you let out a particularly enthusiastic yEs-! when yoongi gives you a particularly forceful thrust

it doesn’t seem like yoongi has half a mind to keep you quiet

the two of you have the entire office to yourselves, after all

>:-)

he’s basking in the sounds that he hasn’t been able to hear in a while

sue him!!!!

the two of you usually have to keep it down a little because of obvious reasons, but now?

the circumstances have changed

“god, look at you…“ yoongi growls as he begins to pick up the pace

your nails dig into his jacket while you gasp his name with watery eyes and tighten your thighs around him

you cry out faintly when he hits that spot and your eyes nearly cross as he continues to roll his hips against yours again and again and again

o god

you’re falling apART

“does that feel good, hm?” you practically go limp underneath yoongi as he begins to hammer into you at a consistent rhythm

the table starts to creak underneath the two of you but it’s fairly obvious that the damn table is the last thing on your minds

“i asked you a question, miss y/l/n-“ yoongi grits his teeth and he grunts when he gets a good look at you

the straps of your dress are hanging off your shoulder

your cheeks and your chest are flushed and your lips are swollen from how often you’ve been biting and sucking at them

your eyes are glazed over and yoongi can’t help but feel a sense of pride when he notices a single tear prickling at the corner of your eye

“yes, yes-! y-yes, it feels good, feels s-so good-“ you’re babbling from how overwhelmed you are and your head lolls back in pleasure “nnGh, yoongi-!”

yoongi keeps hitting that same spot within you and it’s making your limbs and muscles tingly and wobbly at the same time

your legs are hiked onto yoongi’s hips and you lean forward to circle your arms around his neck

you want to prolong this for as long as possible and the only thing you can think of to distract yourself is by kissing yoongi for some kind of leverage

yoongi licks into your mouth as he kisses you and he gives your bottom lip a playful nip before he’s looping an arm around your waist and pulling you towards him so that you’re practically on the edge of the desk

your eyes squeeze shut on his next harsh thrust

the shirt he has on underneath his jacket is starting to cling to his skin and he feels droplets of sweat beginning to collect at the back of his head but there’s no way he’s going to stop now

his next few thrusts are slightly slower but rougher and reaching far deeper

your legs tighten on reflex and your mouth falls open when he grinds up

your hand slams down onto the desk and your fingers curl around the edge of it as yoongi continues to reduce you into a whimpering mess

oh god

you’re close

you’re like really close

“yoongi-“ you squirm underneath him and you feel your head starting to spin

“not yet-” he grunts out as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thigh

if you weren’t so distracted by the fact that you’re about to explode you’d probably notice that yoongi’s looking at you like he wants to completely devour you

his hand leaves your hip to slip in between your legs and you let out a needy whine

chriSt

it’s too much but at the same time you want more

“y-yoo-“

“not. yet.” yoongi groans out through gritted teeth

come on

just a little bit more

yoongi’s ego inflates tenfold when he sees your nose twitch ever so slightly

THERE IT IS

yES

fINALLY

that’s all he wanted to see

that’s all he needed to see

now he knows for sure that he’s still the man

>:-)

“oh my god, yoongi-“ you whine pitifully “please, please let me cum-“ yoongi pushes up again and you let out a sharp, wordless cry when your orgasm suddenly hits you like a brick wall

your back arches against yoongi’s chest as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you’re panting like you just ran a marathon

you’re seeing stars

you’re seeing the entire galaxy

“fuck, that’s my girl…” yoongi groans his praise

his jaw clenches as you tighten around him through your orgasm and before he knows it he starts to feel the knot in his own stomach becoming undone

“w-want you to cum inside-“ your fingers wrap around the nape of yoongi’s neck as you pull him towards you and nudge your nose against his “give it to me-“

yoongi swears he could die a happy man right then and there because you totally just quoted one of his songs (probably unintentional but stiLL) but that is completely irrelevant because he’s about to cum and-

“christ, you’re killing me-“ yoongi groans and buries his face into the crook of your neck

and then it happens

yoongi nearly bites his bottom lip off when he feels himself release inside of you

his grip loosens around the underside of your thigh as his thrusts start to weaken

he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and your head lolls back lazily as your eyes flutter shut

you are spEnt

“…i can’t wait to tell my friends i hooked up with a third year student.” you joke lightly as you peel one eye open and yoongi snorts in response

he hums as you run your fingers through his silky-ish hair

silky-ish is a reach

his hair is fried

all it’d take is a gentle breeze and his strands of hair will probably blow away like the florets of a dandelion

“you don’t like it?” yoongi presses a kiss to your collarbone

you give him a gentle tug because you’re scared that you’re going to riP the three strands of hair on top of his head out if you’re too rough

“i like it, but i miss my husband.” you hum as he pulls away from you and reaches over to grab the tissue box “and, you know, for the record… the only reason why i faked my orgasm was honestly because i was about to fall asleep-“

“wha-“ yoongi tosses the soiled tissue into the bin “-why are we going over this again??”

“-nO, what i’m saying is that you didn’t do anything wrong!” you cup his face in your hands and squish his cheeks together “-you don’t have to bleach your hair and shred up your jeans and wear like twenty rings on your fingers to seduce me or whatever, alright? i like- i love you and your natural hair and your pressed suits and shiny cufflinks and the only ring i want to see on your hand is your wedding ring, dummy.” you grab his left hand and inspect all the rings on his fingers “-not a scary skull ring with angry red eyes.”

you don’t even know where the heck he would’ve gotten a ring like that

“unless you’re broadening your horizons in terms of fashion and you wanna start bleaching your hair and wearing ripped jeans in which i will be very supportive-“

“y/n, relax.” yoongi laughs lightly and wiggles his fingers before reaching over to pinch your nose “i get it. it was an off day. i have them too!”

you freeze

“wait a minute, you whA-“

“-i just figured it wouldn’t hurt to try something new, you know?” yoongi changes the subject quickly and you give him a look that tells him the two of you are going to pick up this conversation again sometime in the near future

now you can’t help but wonder when yoongi’s ever faked an orgasm with you

if you faked one and he faked one then they cancel each other out

ok that’s fair

“i wouldn’t… mind if agust d makes an appearance from time to time, by the way…” you smile slyly as yoongi helps you off the desk

woAh

every muscle in your leg is trembling

thank god you didn’t wear your heels

yoongi sighs and runs a hand through his hair “you think you can accept an agust d with black hair? because if i have to keep bleaching my hair, i’m going to be bald by the time hwayoung turns one.”

(yoongi and y/n spend the rest of the night hanging out in the genius lab and y/n has to keep reminding herself to be gentle with yoongi’s hair when he has his face buried in between her legs. it’s proving to be a challenge.)

((hwayoung refuses to leave jimin’s arms because she’s a little scared of the man in her house who looks like her father but also definitely doesn’t look like her father.))

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Release the Hounds {6/?}

Chapter Six: Am I Supposed to Fight?

Pairing: Persephone!Steve Rogers x Hades!Reader

Chapter Summary: Both sides are preparing but the question of whether they will actually have to fight is still standing. And everyone has an opinion.

Word Count: ...2,000ish lol

A/N: Sooooo I’m a slack human being but I’m not giving up on this story! Just have a bit of a busy life at the moment hahah here you go fambam please forgive me. I’m going to try and smash out several chapters in the next week before I go on holiday/school starts back up.

Series Masterlist ~ Masterlist

As Hades stepped into the home of her brother she slipped off her coat and threw it over the back of the couch in the first living room.

“Where art thou my dear brother?” She called through the house and a sweet whistle sounded down the stairs and around her. She dressed and presented herself much more casual than when she met with Thor. She no longer adorned her business attire, dressed in black jeans and a loose t-shirt. Her boots hitting the marble as she climbed the stairs.

Loki’s house is extravagant. The outside something like a greek temple with its decorated ionic columns and statues. The inside much the same in its sense of power. But Loki likes to be comfortable. His home has a, well, homely feel to it. Art adorns every wall, in every corner but the blanket is thrown lazily over the couch, there’s a pile of books on the coffee table and as she walks down the hallway she can smell the sea salt as if they were right next to the ocean. She can hear the horses in his backyard through the open windows. Hades always enjoyed coming to Loki’s home because thats what it was. A home. It wasn’t a place of work, apart from his office, his children come and go as they please, there’s always dishes to be washed and laundry to be folded. She felt welcomed here.

“Since when do you work this late?” She leaned on the doorframe of his office as Loki looked up from his piles of paper, his long black hair disheveled from running his fingers through it.

“I’m a very hard worker excuse you,” he smiled and offered her the seat in front of his desk, reaching into a draw next to him and bringing out two glasses and a bottle of nectar in a beautifully adorned glass bottle. Hades’ eyes lingered on the bottle as she ached for him to just hand the thing to her so she could pour it down her throat. Lord she needed a drink after this week.

“And I’m beloved by all,” her voice was sarcastic and she drooled as he handed her the glass and raised his eyebrows.

“By me especially,” he winked. Loki, forever the cheeky bastard.

“My biggest supporter,” she smiled and they clinked their glasses.

Loki looked back down at his work, his forehead crinkled and his lip pulled between his teeth, she had an inkling to rip out the paper from under him but knew better to disturb him while he thought. It could be important afterall.

So instead her eyes wandered, they moved to the ceiling tall bookcase to his right, spotting some of her favourites amongst his collection. She stood and walked towards the giant fish tank he had to his left and peered in, watching the exotic fish minding their business.

“Why can’t people be more like you,” she muttered under her breath and the red and blue fish with a tail that looked like it belonged to a feather dancer stared blankly back at her.

“They don’t like being stared at,” Loki chimed from his desk, his attention still on his papers. She sighed and fell back into the seat.

“Perhaps if you joined me for dinner and a drink or two I wouldn’t. Why are you working, work is off limits on our nights.” She was getting agitated, her entire week had been filled with work, forgetting about the normal stuff, the addition of the council and that damn god of spring was starting to give her a headache. “I’m sick of work! I just want a night off, please Loki.”

“Well I’m sick of you being treated poorly by assholes who think they’re better.” His voice was stern and she leaned back for a second in shock at it. Loki was not often passionate about things. Unless someone had spoken poorly against him or, in Odysseus’ case injured his son and was just a “lying good for nothing asshole!” Loki fought when it was his reputation on the line, but this, this was different, the last time Hades had seen Loki fight for someone other than himself was when he went by Poseidon and they fought side by side with Thor, then Zeus, against their father. Hades prayed a war would not come of this strife that was forming between the Olympians.

“Thor told me what you’re doing, why didn’t you come to me about this? I would have told y-“

“You would have told me to stop, that it’s for nothing but I’m sorry to say Hades, you’re wrong.”

Steve had his nose buried in his notebook while his mother went on about her campaign to “keep that wicked witch of the Underworld from getting her death grip on the council.” He sketched out the cornucopia from the gates, the flowers that had adorned it. The pages were covered in those sketches, one of her crown, how it was burned into his memory but he didn’t dare draw her face. Currently his pencil shaded a hand, with a vine twisted around it, the thorns piercing its skin and Steve couldn’t help but feel the prickle of the thorns in his own hand.

“Steve!” He jumped at the sound of his mother’s voice. The book slammed shut and he slid into his pocket as she dropped a clipboard into his hands. “Go around the council’s homes, get their signature. Thor needs proof that we will not stand for her to sit with us. We must band together in a time like this. I have no doubt the olympians will agree.” He dropped the clipboard onto the table and shook his head. She paid no attention to him, instead continuing her work as she wrote notes for the debate. “Sing your name too, we can’t forget about ourselves.”

He picked up the clipboard and walked out the door making his way out of the house towards Bucky’s home first.

Bucky’s house always confused Steve, the interior and furniture changed every couple millennia but the outside, the general idea of it was always the same and it was never extravagant. Most homes in Olympus didn’t change much, they just added things to keep up with the times. Bucky’s home was basically a shack. A cabin in the woods. A beach house with the lake view to match. Made of dark wood with a porch that stretched around the entire front of the house. Bucky’s home was one that matched its owner in its entirety. Bucky was a relaxed man, he took things as they came and he was never very serious. It was one of the reasons Steve enjoyed his company so much because when his mother was up his ass or his work was being exceptionally hard Bucky was there with a pat on the back and a drink in his hand inviting him to watch the sunset over the water.

They were best friends, could always count on one another no matter what, Steve knew that Bucky had his back always, and so he knew now that no matter how much Bucky disapproved of the situation he would still back Steve.

“You’re mother is going to kill you.” Bucky sat leaning on his knees on the couch, his beer long forgotten about on the coffee table as he held the clipboard in one hand shaking his head at Steve.

“Pretty sure she always kind of wants to kill me.”

“Never. You’re her special little boy, her one perfect creation,” Bucky cocked a smile at his friend who rolled his eyes back.

“Shut up,” Steve leaned back and sipped at his own beer, watching it spin in his hands. It was a solid plan, if he went to the right people it would work, he could go behind his mother and her campaign and plead Hades’ case. Maybe even talk to Loki, though he wasn’t sure if Loki would believe him. He wasn’t overly sure if anyone would believe him.

“You already know I’m on your side Steve. I know Hades, I remember the last time she sat on the council. She’s smart, she has the knowledge and the authority, she deserves to be there, but the younger gods, the once who have forgotten what she did, the ones that have never worked with her. They don’t know. They eat out of Demeter’s hands with all her bullshit about satan and how we ‘don’t need the dead in the business of the living’,” Bucky mocked Demeter, he was never afraid to do that in front of Steve, at first he felt slightly weird about it, like his mother would know if he ever spoke a bad word about her but he soon realised the Bucky was safe, he could be himself and say what he wanted without consequences, well, with little consequences.

Steve thought about what Bucky had said, he knew that Bucky would be on his side, Bucky had never not shown support for Hades herself, just, ya know, the stupid shit Steve did in Hades…

But something stayed with Steve. ‘the ones that have never worked with her’, had Bucky worked with Hades? When would Bucky have to work with her? Bucky worked with the sun, he worked with prophecies and medicine, none of which concerned the dead.

“Start with Becca, she and I are one of the same, Pallas-Nat, she’ll be on your side too, I know she’s already talked to Loki about it. That’s who you should go to after, to him, if he knows, if he has confirmation from Nat, I know they hate each other because of Athens and Odysseus but he trusts her word, he trusts that she’ll choose the winning side.” Bucky went on and on about who Steve should see, who he knew that would be on his side.

He listened intently, took note and made a plan of what he should say to each. To Becca, goddess of the hunt, the best way was to talk to her about Bucky, they always fought side by side. To Natasha, goddess of wisdom, it was going to be harder. But if Bucky was right then she already agreed with Steve, they just needed to join forces.

Hades,

I don’t know when you’ll get this, I plan on giving it to Peter to pass on, I know I can trust him to get this to you safely. There’s five days before the council debates and I thought you would appreciate an update as to what is happening in Olympus.

I imagine you have your own ways, maybe spies, Loki has probably discussed matters with you also. He said he had told you he would fight whether you liked it or not, how you told him that he was stubborn. You said I was stubborn as well, I guess I am, but I can’t help fighting for what I believe in. I believe in you. I believe that you should have a say and so do many of the others, Loki, Becca, Natasha, and Jane all agree with me. I think we actually have a shot but Loki thinks it will take your appearance to convince Thor and the lesser gods and nymphs that will be present.

I hope to see you there, please.

Yours,

Steve

Hades and Sam sat side by side on the balcony that overlooked the gates. They watched as night engulfed them and there was an eery silence between the two. A fresh argument still sitting between them, two sides of the same fight.

Hades’ mind was fighting with itself, her guard was being torn down brick by brick as Loki and Steve tried to convince her to stand before the twelve Olympians. But Sam wasn’t a fan of the idea.

“What if it’s a trap,” he argued, “we don’t know what Demeter has up her sleeve,” he said, “we don’t need them!” He raised his voice and she let him get it all out.

“Are you finished yet?” She brushed her hand over her dress and looked at him as Sam nodded. “You’re right.”

Sam was shocked at what she said, he expected her to rationalise her reasons, he expected her to tell him to mind his own business, to tell him that she would stand up for the Underworld. But she didn’t.

“I’m what now?”

“You’re right Sam. Everything about this is stupid. The living and the dead shouldn’t be mixed, bad things happen, bad things like husbands wanting to resurrect their wives, like people thinking they can make deals in order to mess with what is natural. They don’t respect us or what we do here, you’re right, it could be a trap. Demeter will make it a living hell for myself and the rest of you here if she can. You’re right, we don’t need them, we run things differently here, our systems aren’t the same.”

“Then what…” Sam looked at Hades in awe, there was fire in her eyes and he knew that look, she was sick of being undermined, she was angry, she was determined and if he knew her as well as he thought he did he knew what that look meant. She had a plan. “Then why are you considering it?”

“Because they need us.”

Chapter Seven: Here Comes Trouble

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