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andraxicated · 2 years

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what do we have in common? we're reliable with the ladies!

Pairings: childe, itto, kaeya, ayato x f! reader (it's them four who else would it be?)

Synopsis: rich playboy genshin men hcs!

a/n: this prompt ( A WINTER'S BALL—HAMILTON) sounded so wonderful in my head but I can't seem to write shit for it. had to redo the whole idea...

milestone event masterlist!

Childe

he is the king of banger parties; you attend it and you'd find yourself together with the noise and adrenaline. when you're there, be prepared for the loud splash coming from up above: it's childe diving into the pool for you to be amazed. kudos to his risky effort to win your heart but you weren't that easy to please.

well, his hair pushed back and abs glistening with water is a treat to the ladies' eyes. (yours too)

he'd have his siblings lead you to a private part of the mansion, away from the noise and drunkards. you'd both find yourself meeting in quite a romantic setting, a jacuzzi between you two and childe acting surprised like "wow, never expected to meet you here".

it ends up with you dipping in the tub with him at a safe distance in case he tries something funny. but the only thing he does funny is making you laugh as you sip on your champagne, telling stories and clearing up rumors of himself in the process.

"how many girls have you led into this backyard?" you ask with a playful smile

"one. they never went past the party area." childe says as he takes a swig of fire-water while nervously peeking for your expression.

"really?" "yeah, although that one is a little tough to break" he says as he puts down the glass on a table and inches closer to you. the hot water and the heating atmosphere sets the mood for what's about to happen that night. all planned by this clever fox who had a fair experience with these kinds of situations.

"I'm pretty sure she'd let you break her" you whisper seductively to his ear, snapping all of childe's self-control and patience. he harshly grabs you by the nape and crashes your lips together. not bothering to ask access for your tongue, he just pushes it in and ravages your mouth.

his hands fiddle with the strap of your bikini top and pushes it down past your arms. you part lips with him to catch your breath, but this man is insatiable as he attaches himself immediately to the top of your breasts.

"parading around in skimpy bikinis every time we party but dressing modestly when you're with your family..." he chuckles and looks up to you.

"stop acting like a good girl" childe provokes with a scowl on his face and bites down your skin, hand covering your lips to keep your slutty mouth shut.

Kaeya

the one which daughters of high society label as a "manwhore": kaeya alberich.

they'd talk shit about him after getting a fill of his dick, crying and dirtying his name when he kicks them out of his penthouse. at this point, his reputation was as dirty as the names he calls them in bed. kaeya thinks they should've been at least thankful after spending the night with him.

if you get entangled with him, the relationship he could give you is as far as a fuck buddy because kaeya doesn't keep girlfriends. and you're fine with that, you just needed a casual thing and test out the rumors of how good this guy can be.

he's soon got your arms together behind your back, tanned fingers inside your mouth, tears running down your cheek as you face the clouds and feel him thrusting inside. congratulations, you're now both a member of the mile high club!

"mhm? it hurts?" kaeya's feather-light touches land on the sides of your body making you squirm in his embrace. "don't even try to make a sound" he dangerously remarks as he pushes in further.

fucking 35,00 feet up in the air in first class was a cross mark on the sex bucket list you made with him. those secret rendezvous are nice and mind-blowing but kaeya finds himself craving for something more, something different, and something real.

so when he asks you to stay the night, you can't help but stop dressing and just sit down beside him on his bed.

"what is it?" you ask as you snuggle back into the comforter.

"how do you feel about going back home with me?" kaeya's voice cracked midway that you giggled at him so cutely, sad that he can't focus on that because he's too nervous about your answer.

"what do you mean back home?" "you know...our winery at the countryside. there's unlimited wine, isn't that fun?" the last of his confidence attempts to entice you while his fingers gently pulls your chin.

your mind blanks for a second until you realize he wants to take you home to see his family. 'oh'. the world spins as your heart clenches strongly; he's never done anything like this. it's just you, only you.

and he really knows how to make a woman feel special huh.

"cool" "cool?" kaeya hums, puzzled by your response. "it's cool to breathe in the fresh air of the countryside. besides, I'd like to meet your father and your brother too." your wide-eyed self replies to him with a smile, one that made kaeya stop breathing. he kisses the top of your head while jokingly saying: "I'll show you who's the better brother" and you shove him away in a fit of giggles. you certainly have your own reserves about him but it suddenly didn't matter when you let your guard down and fell asleep to his scalp massage.

if someone saw kaeya's face that night, they would immediately run to their phone and proclaim the playboy is in love.

Itto

this one is a huge blockhead and dates women just because they're fun to be with, everyone is his buddy. as soon as itto sits on a chair, girls in bodycon dresses would come flocking to him, desperately squeezing themselves in whatever space is available.

you'd be watching the spectacle from across the room, turning around when the sight gets uncomfortable to watch; only to let yourself fall prey to itto's hungry eyes.

he's feasting on your backless dress, red eyes trailing down the curves of your body; wondering how good it would look on top of him with his large hands crushing your hips.

every party, every occasion he would attend is all the same: all eyes on Itto but he's looking at you.

of course, you'd start to feel the burn of his gaze, and when you turn around to find the source, you'd see his legs spread and eyes dark with desire.

you know that look, after all you've seen it directed towards you a hundred times. and so you'd form some kind of telepathy with him. going out the door and leaning against the club building to wait for this idiotic man. if he didn't get that, well fuck him and his stupid brain.

itto would go after you like a dog, standing up and shoving whoever stands in his way, mind going delirious if he ever fucking lost you.

"stop right there" he looks down to see a ysl stiletto stopping in his tracks, he traces the feet to the legs to the body and to the face. there he finds you tilting your head playfully; his unbuttoned shirt, lipstick marks on his collar, and the strong smell of women's perfume were all on blatant display.

"you look like you'd just got out of a dangerous situation" your voice takes a playful lilt as you step forward to initiate. itto then would stare at you and realize what the hell is going on.

dude makes a complete 180-degree change while you see a flush covering his cheek, mouth stammering and eyes staring blankly into your soul. he would be so confident in front of many people but it all shrinks down when he's all alone with a woman. they make him nervous :((

"so...what did you want to do?" itto asks as he sheepishly scratches his head and chuckles as you stand there flabbergasted.

needless to say, it was the worst first meeting ever and completely destroyed on how you perceived him. prepare to suddenly get invited to a ryokan or dinner as a token of apology from this nervous mess of a man.

itto doesn't care about rules or shit, he even once had a delinquent era back at his schooldays. who takes a girl home on the first date? arataki fucking itto. (he definitely got a confidence pep talk from his gang)

and he'd have you a crying mess by the end of the night, passed out soundly at the crack of dawn and legs hurting as he greets you in the kitchen with a round two of yesterday night.

Ayato

you've probably seen him before, Kamisato Ayato who got featured in Time magazine as a 'next generation leader'. after all, he's the one who cleverly saved his family company after his father's sudden passing.

he's young and has already built a name for himself in the world. mature, rich, respectful, handsome...he's everything you're looking for in a man.

you won't see him at pool parties or nightclubs, but in luxurious restaurants and hotels where he often holds meetings with fellow business partners.

as the sole heiress of your father's company, you need a suitable husband that has some value for you to use. your secretary hands a portfolio of suitable men that may fit your standard but oh how they get filtered out so quickly. one of your father's main concern is how no man will ever meet your sky high standard. he's distressed that his lovely daughter will end up alone and get eaten by cunning businessmen while she has no one to back her when he's gone.

the heavens have answered your father's prayer as you stop take a look at ayato's profile instead of chucking it to the bin.

"have you found the candidate miss?" your secretary asks in a hopeful tone. "hmmm, he's actually okay but we don't know anything about him so we need to be careful. he might steal the company under my nose when we get married." you say as you and your secretary shiver at the thought. nonetheless, you ask her to investigate him and get an opportunity for dinner.

turns out, ayato's private affairs are mostly a secret thanks to his capable retainers. but as a young adult, he didn't escape the media as he used to party so fucking hard and kept flings left and right until it was time to grow up.

you kept that information in mind as you sit across him in a private setting of a dinner. why does this feel so awkward? you've passed by each other on numerous occasions before but neither pays any mind to the other. well, that's what you thought but ayato has had his eyes on you ever since he saw you at your social debut, precisely his father's birthday party. both of you were young back then so he didn't dare pursue this cute girl he saw. it was a nice fleeting dream to be in love with you though.

so imagine ayato's delight to converse with you years later, revel in your beauty and the elegance you hold. he was such a nice man to be around, you thought it would be a stuffy atmosphere but he actually made you feel at ease!

gone was the gentleman ayato when he manhandles you to the bed and traps you with his strong body. heat rushing down quickly to your core as his lips tickle between your breasts, slithering to your clenching tummy and down to your throbbing entrance.

"didn’t your father say that he wanted a grandchild as soon as possible?" ayato asks out of the blue as he comes back to hover above you. " wha—ahh!" you couldn't even answer when you moan automatically from his teasing fingers. tears prickle your eyes when he grips your boob harshly, along with his teeth biting the soft flesh of your ear.

"maybe we'll give him a present soon. so allow me to finish inside you." ayato whispers in a low voice as he inserts his long finger inside your entrance. your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he perfectly hits the spot that makes you squirm.

all the good things said about ayato was completely erased from your mind as he devilishly shows you his expertise when he fucks you against the window, overlooking a gorgeous view of the city lights.

men with experience are different indeed.

ugh finally done. I was so scared because I had writers block ><

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h0w4m1h3r3 · 1 year

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can I get uhhhh...

drunken confession with dust and killer?

Ofc!! I didn't know if you wanted them at the same time so thas what I did-

TW/CW: short, alcohol, stupid end, swearing, l-bomb

Reader notes: swears alot, drinks, gender neutral

2nd person

Laying your head down on the bar, you breathed deeply and sniffed a bit. You had some new bar buddies, one on either side of you.

One of them, the one on your right patted your back.

"Y'know, I just love 'em sooooo much. And, and, I-I just can'tell 'em." You sniffed more and the man to the right of you kept rubbing your back. "The're so great an' I don' wanna ruin the friendship. I like both of 'em too, I don' wan' 'em ta think Imma slut or somethin'."

"i'm sure they won't. they probably love you back." The one to your left finally spoke.

"Naw, it's killer 'n' dust. Real tough guys. Ya know 'em?"

Both hummed in affirmation.

"Don' tell 'em tho'. They're awesome but real assholes too."

"you should tell 'em yourself. I know 'em pretty well, they do like ya. Alot." The one massaging circles into your back spoke this time.

"Alrig' funny mannnn. I don' believe ya one bit. I'm no' a fuckin' idiot..."

The shouting and music got louder suddenly. Your head spun and nothing made sense.

The throbbing of your head woke you up with a start. You were exhausted. Basically dead. Opening just one eye made the headache worse, the light from the window stinging your dry eyes. You let out a long groan.

"rise 'n' shine sleepyhead. I'm all for a nap but you've been out almost thirteen hours now."

Killer!

"wha... what..?" What was killer doing in my house

"you crashed at my place with dust last night. better be thankful we kept ya outta trouble or ya might be in someone else's bed."

Did you sleep with him!?

The fear must have shown on your face because he assured you nothing happened other than you being an idiot.

Idiot...

It all came rushing back.

Shit.

Mother of all buttcheeks.

In your drunken stupor you confessed to them. Your 'new bar buddies' were killer and dust.

"Shit, killer 'm sorry. Didn', I was drunk. Fuck." Your voice wavered and probably gave your fear away.

"so, ya didn' mean all that." Killer said in a 'knew it' kinda tone.

"Fuck, what did I say..." You whispered, but then quickly corrected yourself. "Ya know what, don' tell me, I don' wanna know."

"you confessed your love to us about some idiots named killer and dust. said you didn' want them to think you were a slut."

Fuuuuuccckkkk

"I'm sorry-" you began, but we're cut off.

"i don't think you're a slut. neither does dust." He paused for a moment before continuing. "we love you too. wow. l-bomb." He paused again. "it's true though."

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but you cut him off first.

"killer, if you are fucking pulling my leg I will torture you to death."

"c'mon, let's go to subway. for lunch. dusty's favourite."

#killer sans x reader #dust sans x reader #sans au #Utmv #drunken confessions #polyamory #Idk man #Drabble #Fluff #Readz needs a hug #From killer and dust #Specifically

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itsscromp · 6 months

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Idea! Insomniac Peter and Reader (Peter's sidekick since even before Miles) talking just after taking down Fisk? (Would prefer Peter and reader's relationship to be platonic or found familial, but that bit's up to you.)

Insomniac Spider-Man x Reader

I love this idea so very much !!!!, Reader would ask so many questions and peter would have so many stories to tell. Word count:912

"Finally off to Rykers huh ??" You said as you landed on top of the police van alongside peter.

"You know, I think you've got more enemies in there than I do."

"If you think this will be more than a minor inconvenience..."

"Whoop-- gotta go" Peter then swinged off.

"But hey, Good luck Willie, I have a feeling you're gonna need it." You finger-gunned him as you joined Peter and swung off.

"Idiots !!! I'm the one who kept order in this city !! One month !! In one month you'll wish you had me back !!" Fisk shouted at you both before then being transported to rykers.

Now for the backstory part of this, You and Peter Parker have been best friends since you two were in school, Both doing everything together and being there for each other. You were the first person he revealed himself as Spider-Man to, and not too long ago, you too have been bitten by a radioactive spider, You were excited and scared at the same time. But Peter was with you every step of the way. You two were now a crime-fighting duo, you did try to opt for 'The Spider-Pals' But that motion was shut down. But anyway off track, Fisk was your first supervillain and you couldn't be any happier.

"Peter did you see that ??!!" You said excitedly as you caught up to him.

"I did, I'm so proud of you dude !!" He smiled brightly under his mask.

"YAHOOOOOOOOO !!!!" You pulled off an air trick before stabilising yourself.

Peter has never seen you this happy and excited before, it was practically infectious.

"YEEEEEHAWWWW !!!" He barrel rolled, joining you on your excitment.

"I can't believe I did it, My first super villain."

"And there'll be plenty more to come, don't worry buddy"

"Say, I always wanted to ask, What was the first super villain you ever fought ??"

"That is an excellent question y/n, one I will happily answer over pizza"

He then rang tony's and got the usual rooftop delivery.

"Oh that looks so good"

"I love you, But now I must destroy you" Peter then scoffed the first slice down.

As you two ate the pizza, Peter told you about the very first villain he ever fought as Spider-Man.

"So, back when I first started high school, vulture decided to pay a little visit, you see his old research partner, Greg Bestman taught at ESU. Vulture tried to take Bestman out, I tried to stop him"

He even did some of Vulture's voices but ended up coughing shortly after.

"Sorry, that's my best vulture" *ahem*

"Anyway, continue" You bit into your pizza as you listened into the story.

"I'll tell you what y/n, That fight was hard, Then, just as I thought I might actually win. Vulture's evil twin brother showed up to help him !!"

"What... I don't remember him having an evil twin" You giggled.

"Yeah... No, he actually rope-a-doped me. I was exhausted, and He was barely winded, but man it felt like two vultures"

"Wow... This fight really was tough"

As he continued on with his story of the vulture and his "Evil twin brother" You two shared laughs, oh how he knew how to make you smile.

"That fight taught me I'd always be a kid from queens at heart, But I could carry that strength anywhere, To Manhattan, to the West Coast. Heck, even to Symkaria. Weird to think, But I owe it all to an old man in a bird costume, I should really write him a thank you note, but anyway. That my dear y/n, was the story of my first supervillain" He smiled and puffed his chest out proudly.

"Woah... That's so damn awesome !!!" you really were mesmerised by how well the story was and how wise peter was too.

"Have you also ever thought of voice acting, you could be pretty good in a video game" You playfully punched him.

"Unless they make a full-fledged version of Speed Nonagon, I won't by lending my talented voice anytime soon"

You giggled again and looked out over into the city.

"I really wouldn't be here today without you Pete, You helped me through so much even before I became like you" You smiled at him.

"We're a little team y/n, Spider or no spider. Heck you saved my bacon many times I could count from my run-ins with flash"

"He was such a jerk, But yet again like you said about vulture, I guess without flash we wouldn't have met."

"You know... That is kinda true actually" He smiled

"Maybe I should write him a thank you note... Nah I think he gets the memo" You chuckled.

"Your probably right buddy, I wouldn't have this any other way though, Your my best friend through and through" Peter smiled and raised his fist for a fist bump. "Don't leave me hanging"

"Well..." You toyed with him

"Not on my watch y/n, come ooooonnnnnn"

And you gladly fist bumped him, both giggling.

"Your too much man" You smirked as you watched the city go by until peter's phone rang.

"It's Captain Watanabe, she needs to see us" He then got up and put his mask back on. "You ready Spider-pal ??"

"I'm ready Spider-Pal" you patted his back and the two of you swinging to the chinatown police station.

Oh you two would have so many adventures together, so so many.

a/n. I love insomniac peter so damn much, he's such a lovable goofball !!!

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

#platonic #reader insert #insomniac games #peter parker x reader #insomniac spider man #insomniac spiderman #Spider-Man x reader #insomniac games peter parker

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huggybug · 1 year

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You walked into the senior’s house for a party. The team just won so of course they had to celebrate. The house was pretty crowded already as you made your way through.

"Y/N! You're here." Nolan yelled as he draped his arm around your shoulders. He had already had a few drinks in his system.

"Whatcha drinking there?" You asked him trying to look into his cup.

"I don't know. Grano made it."

You looked over to find Grano and to your surprise he wasn't far. You got out of Nolan's grasp and walked over to where Nick was bartending for others.

Nick smiled as he saw you. "Hey Y/N. What can I get you?"

"Whatever you made Nolan."

He nods and gets to work on your drink. He hands you the cup and you thank him as you take a sip.

"Wow that's strong" Nick shrugs his shoulders as he goes on to make himself a drink.

You follow Nick as he wonders off and joins a circle of his buddies. He sits down, taking the last seat. You just continue to stand when he pulls you into his lap. You sit on one of his legs as his hand wraps around you, resting on your thigh as he holds you.

"Moyle you better make a move on Y/N because she getting real cozy over there on Grano's lap." Jay tells Nolan as he points you out to Nolan.

Nolan's eyes grew dark as he saw you and Grano looking a little too comfortable. He always saw you as his best friend and one of the guys until last year. When he came back from the Frozen Four. You stayed with him that night and made him feel better after the tough loss. You two shared a kiss that night that no one knew about. You and Nolan also never talked about it either and told each other what it meant to you two.

As you were in deep conversation you here a crash and yelling that followed right after. You look at Nick and got up making your way to the kitchen. You push through people until you had a clear shot of what happened. You were met with Nolan, who had push some random student into the wall. Nick helps the guy up as you make your way to Nolan.

"I think you've had enough of tonight. Let's go upstairs." You say as you start to head to Nolan's bedroom.

As you close the door behind you. You turn to face Nolan. "What is wrong with you?" You half yell at him

He just shrugs and walks towards his bed and sits down. You scoff at his actions. "I'm talking to you." He knew that you hated when people ignored you. He just sat silently with his head down.

"Nolan..."

"I've had too much I guess." He mumbles not bothering to look up at you.

"Can you look at me when you talk?" You walk over to him and lift his head up so he's looking at you. "I know you when you've had too much and this is not it."

"I just need to go to bed." He says removing your hands off his face.

"No, no you don't. You need to..."

"I need to what? Talk? Okay Y/N I'll talk. You're on my mind twenty-four seven. I can't stop thinking about you. I look for you in crowds at games, at parties, everywhere. We kissed Y/N and we didn't even talk about it after. That damn kiss drove me nuts for weeks and I couldn't even get myself together enough to talk to you about it. I didn't want to ruin our friendship by asking you out and telling you how I felt. But after seeing you in Grano's lap I couldn't take it anymore." He confesses as he looks at you.

You look into his eyes, about to say something but instead you grab his face and kiss him. He doesn't hesitate to kiss you back and place his hands on your hips. You push on to his lap and straddle him your hands moving to the back of his neck, tugging on his hair a bit. He lets out a low groan into the kiss as you pull on his hair.

His hands slide down and under your butt as he stands and turns to his bed. He lays you down without breaking the kiss. He hovers over you. Your hands pulling on his shirt asking for him to take it off. He moves away for a second about to take it off when he stops.

"I'm only going to do this if you're not just going to act like nothing happened. I need to know that you want this too" He says in a serious tone

You look him in the eyes and nod. "I want this just as bad as you do Nolan. That kiss meant something to me. I was just to scared to say anything. I need you" You tell him

Without hesitation he peals his shirt off and is back to kissing you. Your hands grab at his biceps as he kisses down to your neck. Automatically finding your sensitive spot. You feel his hands push up under your shirt and play with your bra. He leans back and you let him take your shirt off.

Seconds later you're both naked and Nolan is admiring you. "Stop staring"

"Why? You're fucking beautiful" He says as he leaves kisses on the inside of your thighs. You watch him move closer to your throbbing pussy. His eyes on you as your breathing hitches when his mouth is hovering right over you. Suddenly his tongue is making little circles on your clit and you're finding it hard to keep your hips down.

"O-oh my- Nol-Nolan"

You knew he was smirking against you. As he watched you lose control of yourself. As his tongue ran through your folds. You ran your hands through his hair, pulling it a little as you screamed out in pleasure.

You legs started to shake and your hips started to raise as you were getting so close. No words or sounds were forming in your mouth. Nolan knew you were getting close. He just calmly continued letting your body do what it wanted until it was stratified.

You were catching your breath as Nolan removed his face from between your legs. He smiles as he wipes his mouth with the back of hand.

"Turn over." Nolan demanded

You did as you were told and got on all fours. His hands ran up and down your back before he started to leave little kisses down your spine. Nolan noticed how focused you were on his kisses that he took this to push into you. Running his finger through your food first to check that you were still wet.

Your mouth dropped open at the knew feeling. "Holy fuck" You breathed out as Nolan let you adjust to him

"You good?" He asks leaned down to kiss your shoulder not realizing he pushed himself in deeper causing you to moan. With your face in the bed you nod.

He sits back up and holds your hips as he slowly moves in and out of you. Making sure he didn't hurt you. You started to push back on Nolan, meeting his thrust, as you tried to get a little more friction. He didn't like that so he grabbed your ass to stop you and picked up his pace.

"Oh fuck, y-yes right there" You groaned

Nolan's breathing got heavier just as you thought he was slowing down to finish. He pushes your down into the bed. You legs together between his. He grunts as he picks up pace again and pounds you senseless.

“Yes, Nolan!” You scream into his sheet.

“You feel so fucking good” He says through gridded teeth as he slams into you.

He squeezes your ass, keeping his fast pace. Making you speechless again as your toes curl and your body tightens. Nolan starts to get sloppy and slow down. This time you could tell that he was close.

“Nol-” Was all you managed to get out.

“Go ahead, cum for me” He says

You fell apart under Nolan and he leans into you. You feel him twitch in you and he groans out as he pushes himself deep inside you.

Nolan pulls out and grabs a towel to help clean up the mess he made. He gets back into bed and pulls you into his side.

“So all I had to do was get you jealous?” You says as you trace his abs with your finger.

He makes a face “Jealous? No”

You sit up and tilt your head. “You said it yourself. You saw me with Grano and lost it”

He lets out a sigh. “Okay maybe a little but I have you know so the guys can look all they want but they can’t touch”

You laugh and smack his chest. Leaning back into him and cuddling up.

-nick smut anon! after a long writing drought i finally wrote something. ever since senior night i’ve been stuck in a nolan hole. which im not complaining about. i’ll be missing him so much after the season.

jealous moyle jealous moyle jealous moyle🤭🤭🤭

the past month i can’t think about him without wanting to cry because i don’t want him to leave lol i keep telling myself that nothing is gonna be worse than everyone leaving last year but it’s gonna come pretty dang close

#sorry i’m in my feels #but loved this hahah #nick smut anon #answered!

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gold-rhine · 11 months

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Itto meets Diluc, find out about his ‘secret’ identity, then get serious about the whole helping batman thing Diluc might actually feel embarrassed about the stunts, but i doubt. But i think kaeya might have the entertainment of his year at least …

no, see, this is how its obvious you're not an itto enjoyer. the whole point is that Itto would NOT find out diluc is batman, bc he trusts and accepts ppl unconditionally, without interrogating them. its been years and he still doesn't know who ayato is, thats just his cards buddy!

there are two ways diluc\itto can go down. first is what i already described before, which is itto as diluc's bodyguard. he would follow diluc to all batman missions and just think they are doing businessman stuff. like he didn't know that wine business involves fighting abyss mages in the middle of the might but wow, when they say its a tough market, they really mean it, huh. also bro, i heard that darknight hero was having a fight with abyss in the same location we were yesterday, can you believe???? thats so COOL, i wish we met him!!

second is that itto meets diluc and then meets him on his batman mission separately, when diluc is wearing like his little gay mask and a costume. itto is like omg thats so cool, but you kinda look like my new bro tho. and diluc panicking is like I am not diluc ragnvindr, thinking he's busted, and itto is like oh ok, mb you're secret twins separate at birth, gasp! like if his bro diluc says he's not batman, then he's not, end of story. bc his bro wouldn't lie to him. in this version he's having like two parallel romances, without realizing its the same person, and like fangirling about batman to diluc. but after some time in a romantic moment he's like no batman, sorry, you're very cool and badass and all, but i think i have srs feeling for my bro diluc, i can't betray him like that

like the point is that diluc keeps getting away with playing his billionaire libertarian fantasy that he doesn't need anyone bc all his close ppl figured out his stupid secret identity by themselves and then bend over backwards to help him while letting him pretend he didn't need it. there he would need first, look into itto's huge shining boobs bc diluc is way shorter eyes and lie to the most sincere and trusting person on the planet, which even for thickhead dumbass like diluc should highlight the hypocrisy. and second force him to open up and spell out that he needs help

#rhine talks

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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It looks like her everybody says it's a pain in the ass I'm not Carrie and it's funny cuz everyone talks about her ass now my ass is big in the movie I swear I'm not her but it's the same size and she had this miraculous ass this growing ass he says it's because of the cloud names he thinks and they're talking about taking information from them so that's what getting into and saying I'm her and I'm him he doesn't have a fat ass, he says he thought she was Prego we did too and she had a little papoose a pouch so maybe I'm pregnant I better not be with John arena Lord but it says more chances of being a little healthier and I do see that so now I'm going to ask someone what the hell that's all about and he says he knows what happens he says he knows cuz he sees it cuz he has to use it to purge his organ to make it work or keep it working at this time it's getting oxygen so should heal pretty soon and I won't be till it drops everyone says it and we're hopeful and it went up a teeny bit then down and then stayed down and it all crap. I'm looking forward to everybody looking at me I like the attention and that's what she says too that's terrific no wonder we get along no but okay I'm just tired of the show and I want my bike and I want your company to make it and I want to sell it cuz I'm writing it and it's mine now it says in the movie it's your bike now and good I said I'll show you how it's done and I roll like a maniac and when I was filming the movie they had one and I heard he designed it I thought it was crazy this guy's insane it won't work right and I didn't know exactly what he was doing and then it was just a victim or something because every way everyone treats them a certain way it's not very good and now I know why they can't help it so I got on the bike and I was going like 300 miles an hour and then the radio kind of yelling at me slow down slow down you're going way past the speed limit and look at those 300 I said it's only 300 km an hour I said no it's 300 miles an hour so I slow down to 180 I said how's that and they said you're still going way too fast and he says wow your character is the character and that's what it is Buddy boy that is so close I see you in person you have to show me your ass... No I've had a hard time understanding him. But okay he says no no not quite but thank you. Other people saw it now you're perverted for Christ's sake it's funny though you don't have to do that cuz the pants are so tight I'm not really pay it since like gear I thought we're in pants I'm wearing Spandex okay my pants suit they called a pants suit. No but those are pretty sexy looking anyways it's like chatting with a girl for crying I know why hes married. It's funny and stuff but it's a pain but she gets why the butt thing happened Hera says that last line and yes I'm still in the line I see what you're saying but she wants to have a dealership so I'm going to talk to her about it but we need competition it doesn't have to be perfect but just pretty big... But I know is saying is I have to get in there. Okay lady you got to come in so I'm going there with you to chaperone even if I have to go in person to New York I'll steal John remillard's car then again no I think I'll take bills. There's a lot of laughter on the line. I think the uncontaminated chain and Niko's harness and the uncontaminated dirt bike chain and that Ball's hanging from. Well girl whoa. Okay in that case I'm going to do the dealership it's just a real tough job we need it now. Okay I said my piece Hera says. So I'm going to meet I know where I am where are you I'm nowhere near that Starbucks not me at Starbucks you idiot oh yeah Baskin-Robbins that's not even opened anymore. Well I'm out. For now . Hera says. I'm going to get back to work when I get a open this up pretty soon and I have a car in this movie too and it's not a normal one so you got to look for it

Zues

I'll help really ok you see.!!! 😎

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the-cat-at-the-theatre-door · 3 years

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What kind of father do you think Alonzo would be? <3

Alonzo was the type who, for the longest time, didn’t particularly understand the appeal of fatherhood, nor did he particularly want to be one (he grew up without a father, so to him, it’s unfamiliar territory). To him, being a dad was tying yourself down and making a huge commitment that he honestly didn’t know if he was ready for. It wasn’t exactly something he was *opposed* to, persay, but more something that he - quite literally - had no idea whether he’d be any good at or not. He was always awkward with the very little kittens, but pal-ed around with them well enough when they got older (though his patience only stretched so thin for certain games involving his tail or rough-housing). Munkustrap had told him once that he would make a good dad, and Alonzo scoffed, shaking his head. As if, Munk. Then he held his first kitten and looked into their little patched face and...

Oh. Oh.

He understood now.

That’s what it feels like, he muses, to love someone so much, to want to do right by them *so much*, that you forget what life was like before them.

He calls both sons and daughters “buddy” and gets down real low so they can look him in the eye when they’re talking (He has no idea how to differentiate kitten cries from one another - which would be a useful skill - but he’s replied to plenty of intense toddler babble with “Oh, yeah? No fooling? That’s cool.” How much of that was tired parent delirium, you tell me). He’s on their side 100% of the time. Whatever they want to do, he’s in. He’s very protective, gets nervous when other people have the kid, but also tosses them up in the air, and wrestles them, and balances them up on his shoulders (hey, they’re with him okay at least he can supervise - he won’t let them fall ever if he has anything to say about it). He wants them to always feel safe with him, and he tells them that he loves them every night, so they never forget it.

He’s also the practical advice dad and believes that kids should learn about things when they’re ready to ask - he doesn’t like keeping secrets from them, and wants them to be ready just in case they need to be. He’s actually pretty good at simplifying topics enough for them so they can easily digest it.

Granted he’s still figuring out the whole fatherhood thing so *sometimes* he says/does things that aren’t completely kid friendly (I am reminded of this ask from many months ago) or goes just a touch too far on the “this is what I would do”/dry humour/protective scale. He wants to be their friend but also wants to be their dad and he hasn’t quite figured out the balance there yet, but he’s learning and he’s trying and that’s what’s important.

#Alonzo #my headcanons #jellicles ask because jellicles dare #anonymous #it's one of those 'i never had parents who loved me when i was a kid and when it meant the most so i want to make sure #that my kids feel *so loved* by their dad that they never have to feel the same way'#if they get hurt he just picks them up and dusts them off and asks what happened and when they tell him #he just says: 'Wow you're so tough buddy look at you!'#brief distraction until they stop crying and then kiss and then off you go back to the races #and assures his spouse that the kid is fine look at them they're fine it's just a little bump #i also see him being a little like - and idk how many of you will get the reference - james from look who's talking #he also probably has sworn in front of them before and when they repeat it he's like NO #and then goes into that swear/sorry circle you know what i'm talking about

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howlingday · 2 years

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lets give this one another shot buddy :) one day after accidently locking team jnpr out of their rooms jaune shows his friends that he can pick a lock (in under 10 seconds too) this leads to nora wanting to unlock his tragic backstory (tm) but jaune won't tell her anything about his past, mainly because he doesn't have the heart to admit he only learned to pick locks because he thought it would impress girls. nora of course does the only sensible thing and breaks into the headmaster's office to take a look at his transcripts, but what she reads breaks her heart. knowing about jaune's tragic backstory (tm) now she understands that he wasn't willing to talk about it because of his trauma (tm) and it's up to nora to let their friends know so that he can finally start to heal (in which nora tells a nora story that is a captivating as it is heartbreaking in it's own nora-like way. the transcripts don't say everything however, and so nora and friends must work to unlock jaune-jaune's tragic backstory (tm) so that he can finally recover from his masculine trauma (tm) )

Jaune: No, really, don't worry about it. It's... It's kind of personal, okay?

Nora nodded in agreement of her leader's decision. After all, he was her leader, and if his ability to pick locks was a matter of personal privacy, who was she to butt in where she didn't belong?

Oh, that's right! She's Nora spirits-damned Valkyrie! And come hell or high water, she was going to learn her leader's secrets.

But doing this will require cunning, tact, and most importantly, grace.

Nora: LEMME SEE JAUNE-JAUNE'S SCRIPTS, OR I'LL BREAK YOUR FUCKING KNEES!

Ozpin: (Shrugs) Sure. (Tosses her Jaune's transcripts) That should be all of it.

Nora: Wait, it's that easy?

Ozpin: Of course. You seem like a responsible young lady.

Nora: Sure... How about your coffee recipe?

Ozpin: How about no more pancakes?

Nora: Bye, Headmaster! (Runs out) Thank you again!

Ozpin: What a sweet girl. It's too bad I won't live to see her grow up, because once she graduates, I won't care anymore.

As Nora approaches her dorm room, she notices just how thick the transcripts were. She decided to count the pages as she held them in hand.

Nora: One, two, three-

A minor obstacle caused her to stumble, but she pressed onward, mumbling a half-hearted apology. Whether it was a Grimm, or a bookshelf, or-

Cardin: Watch it, bubble-brain!

Or Cardin Winchester, Beacon's biggest first year bully and tormentor of her team leader. As she thought, minor obstacle. Now, where was she? Oh, right! The papers!

Nora: One, two, three-

The pages were ripped from her fingers as Cardin yanked them out of her distracted grip. Curses! Wait, this is Nora's mind. She could swear for real! Mother-!

Cardin: Feelin' alright, bubble-brain? You're looking... more crazy that usual.

Nora: Huh? What? Yeah, I'm fine. Where's my papers?

Cardin: You mean these?

Nora: Yeah, those! Gimmee!

Cardin: What's the magic word?

Nora: (Grabs him by the collar) How tough are your kneecaps?

Cardin: C-Close enough! (Hands her the pages) What are those anyways?

Nora: Jaune's transcripts! He wouldn't tell me about his past, so now I'm digging for it!

Cardin: Wait, his transcripts? How'd you get those?

Nora: I asked real nicely!

Cardin: ...You threatened him, didn't you?

Nora: Who told you?! I'll break their legs!

Cardin looked to the transcripts once more, and confirmed the contents' validity by the goofy photo of Arc himself.

The two were on better terms now, but a little voice inside of him begged him with one last idea. It had been a while, so why not make-up for lost time?

Cardin: Say, mind if I take a look at those?

Nora: Okay, but don't rip 'em.

As Cardin took them, he noticed how cleanly forged they were. If he didn't already know, he would believe they were real. But he did know. Nora didn't, though.

Cardin: Wow, I thought Jauney-boy was green, but he's seen more than any of us combined!

Nora: Huh? What do you mean?

Cardin: Look at this; his middle name is Luna.

Nora: So?

Cardin: As in the Luna bandit tribe? They give their slaves middle names so they live their entire lives branded as property of the Luna tribe.

Nora: (Gasps) That explains so much!

Cardin: And this, right here; "Primary School - Ansel", the same Ansel Primary School famous for it's fight pits. The best students were forced to fight the weaker ones, to show them they're inferior.

Nora: How awful!

Cardin: I... I have to go! This is too much! Listen, whatever you read, don't let anyone else know. This would ruin Jaune.

Nora: Wow, I mean, of course! I wouldn't want Jaune to suffer because of his past.

Cardin: Thank you! You really are too kind! (Walks away, Whispers) And way too gullible.

Pyrrha: Nora? Are you okay?

Nora continued to sob as she reread the transcripts again for the third time, sniffling under her bedsheets. When Pyrrha threw back the sheets, Nora looked up in shock, then scrambled to her feet.

Nora: How could you let this happen?!

Pyrrha: Excuse me?

Nora: This! (Waves pages in front of Pyrrha) Our fearless leader has been suffering, and you never helped him!

Pyrrha: What on Remnant are you talking about?

Nora: Look!

Pyrrha took the transcripts as Nora threw them at her. She looked down the slightly soggy pages from what she prayed were only tears, only to look up in confusion.

Pyrrha: I... don't understand.

Nora: I know! It's horrible! We have to help him!

Pyrrha: No, Nora, I mean I don't understand what you mean. These look like normal transcripts.

Nora gasped at the blasphemous words. She then slid next to Pyrrha, guiding her eyes with her fingers as she pointed out each detail. Pyrrha shook her head.

Pyrrha: Nora, none of this is strange to me.

Nora: Yeah, sure, because you're Miss Invincible! You never had to hide any of your flaws because you don't have any! Jaune, though, does! (Points to a section) Look! It says here he gets seasick real easily!

Pyrrha: So? A lot of people have motion sickness, Nora.

Nora: Yeah, but not like Jaune! Jaune is clearly suffering from some deep seated mental trauma after he was abducted by sky pirates!

Pyrrha: Sky pirates?

Nora: Yeah! He was kidnapped by them while he was out camping, then they forced him to be their cabin boy! Swabbing decks, tying lines, scooping out bilge birds!

Pyrrha: Nora-

Nora: But don't worry, Jaune! With our help, we'll help you overcome those night terrors, even if we have to sleep in the same bed!

Pyrrha then had an idea. A wonderful idea. A most wonderfully, terribly awful idea.

Pyrrha: Why don't you tell me more, Nora? After all, we should definitely help our friend however we can.

Nora: I knew you'd see it my way!

Nora: And because of his upbringing in the orphanage, he cuts off the tails of his nuggets so his sister could eat the bigger piece.

Ruby: That explains why he's so skinny!

Weiss: ...This is literally the dumbest thing I've ever experienced.

Blake: I've heard dumber.

Weiss: And you're going along with this because...?

Ren: It's Nora.

Weiss: Ah, I see.

Jaune: See what, Snow Angel? How much I think you look beautiful today?

Weiss: (Rolls her eyes)

Jaune: So, what are we talking about?

Yang: Honestly? We were kind of talking about you.

Jaune: Me? What did I do?

Yang: That's the thing. We don't know anything about you.

Jaune: Well, I'm an open book. If you want to know something, just ask.

Yang: Alright. Why do you wear footie pajamas?

Jaune: Because they make me feel comfy.

Yang: Alright, and where did you get 'em?

Jaune: My mom got it for me.

Yang: Uh, okay. Why?

Jaune: I was really into Pumpkin Pete's when I was really young, so my mom got it for me. I've had it for so long. Of course, now I have to patch it up myself. It's not like Mom's here to do it. (Chuckles) Ah, nuts... Hey, I'll be right back. I forgot to get a drink. (Gets up, Walks away)

Nora: What is wrong with you?!

Yang: What?

Nora: Why are you asking him such personal questions? He might still be super sensitive about it!

Yang: Look, he said he's an open book, so I'm gonna pry.

Nora: Fine, just try to be a little more sensitive, okay?

Yang: I don't see what the big deal is.

Ruby: Duh, weren't you listening earlier?! That onesie is the only thing he has left of his mom! She gave it to him because it was the only thing she could at that time, and when she died, he had to learn how to sew it himself!

Yang: I... guess that makes sense.

Weiss: I don't know how much more of this I can take.

Jaune: You okay, Snow Angel?

Weiss: I'm fine, Arc! I'm just trying to make sense of Nora's stupidity.

Jaune: (Chuckles) She takes some getting used to, but after how long I've been with my, they're like a second family to me.

Blake: (Ears twitch)

Weiss: (Rolls her eyes) Whatever.

Jaune: Hm? Ah, sorry, guys, Cardin needs to ask me something. Probably about the team leader exercises we need to practice. I'll be back. (Gets up, Leaves)

Blake: Okay, I'm on board.

Weiss: What?!

Ruby: Yes! I knew you could do it, Blake!

Yang: What made you change your mind?

Blake: Nora?

Nora: Hm?

Blake: You said Jaune was a Luna Bandit slave, right?

Nora: Yeah, why?

Blake: I remember reading about Anima tribal cultures, and I remember an ongoing war between the Luna and Burns tribes. They were once members of one, larger tribe known as the Rooster Clan, but a schism formed, creating the two. When they split, the two tribes took their separate gods with them. One worshiped the Sun, the other the Moon. One worshiped fire, the other ice. One claimed to be blessed by angels, while the other cursed their foes by creating "blood pacts" with demons. Of course, there is no real evidence to prove the curses were-

Yang: Uh, Blake? (Blake stops) Is this going to happen before lunch is over?

Blake: Oh. Well, put simply, the Luna tribe worshipped the dark, including the Moon, night, the stars, winter, snow, ice, and angels. Among the chief patrons is Ka Ra, the Whisper Maiden, a guardian deity often depicted descending from the Moon with white. Another nickname for her was...

Ruby: Snow Angel! Jaune calls you that because he thinks you're the personali- the persobo- you're her, but a person!

Weiss: Am I having a stroke? None of you are making sense!

Jaune: Who's not making sense, Snow Angel?

Weiss: Cram it, Arc!

Jaune: Oh, y-yes, ma'am! (Quietly eats, Bell rings) Ah... (Swallows mouthful of food) Nuts. I'll see you all at class. (Leaves)

Blake: By the way.

Weiss: Ugh...

Blake: Ka Ra was also known to be quite vindictive with those in her favor.

Velvet: So, you're saying he fights with a sword and shield because it's what he promised to his dying father before he was wrongfully imprisoned for his crimes?

Pyrrha: Close. He was imprisoned for his father's crimes, but when he escaped, he visited his dying father one last time, where he swore to avenge his family name with true justice; the kind only a sword can deliver with a shield.

Velvet: Ah! I see!

Ren: This is ridiculous.

Weiss: I agree.

Ren: He doesn't use a sword to avenge his family. He uses it because it's easier to use.

Weiss: Yes, that is true.

Ren: And he didn't go to prison for his father's crimes.

Weiss: No, of course not.

Ren: He did it to clear his beloved's name.

Weiss: Yes, exac- Wait, what?! No!

Jaune: (Looks up from the arena) What are they talking about up there?

Cardin: I'd say you have bigger issues, Jauney! (Swings Executioner)

Glynda: (Groans) This is going to be going on all day, isn't it?

Glynda: Sir, these rumors are spreading like wildfire. Why did you let Miss Valkyrie take Mister Arc's transcripts?

Ozpin: They were forged, Glynda. Essentially useless. If need be, we can create our own for him to use as he sees fit. In the meantime, Miss Valkyrie should be fulfilling her task of... developing our rough draft.

Glynda: Are you telling me you purposefully allowed one of our students to procure classified documents of another student so she could write fan fiction about him?!

Ozpin: When you say it like that, it sounds underhanded and terrible.

Glynda: Are you telling me it isn't?

Ozpin: No, it is. But I should inform you that I also included Mister Winchester on the pretense of "extra credit."

Glynda: (Sighs) This is the worst idea I've ever heard. You're playing with people's futures, sir! People's lives and feelings!

Ozpin: They're just children, Glynda. They'll grow and learn from this. Remember the IronQrow incident?

Glynda: ...There wouldn't have been an "incident" if Winter's childish infatuation with Qrow didn't blind her to the superior ship.

Ozpin: Glynda-

Glynda: (Snaps her crop against his desk) I WILL BURN THIS SCHOOL TO THE GROUND BEFORE I ACCEPT IRONPIN!

#rwby #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #headmaster ozpin #ozpin #professor ozpin #cardin winchester #pyrrah nikos #pyrrha nikos #velvet scarlatina #my answer #rwby au #tragic backstory (tm) au

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soyouthinkucanwrite · 3 years

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July 2nd - Daniel Ricciardo

Based on New Year's Day by Taylor Swift and this request by @spikejonzed

Fluffly, mentions of sex, banter, nothing graphic.

BTW, I don't know how I've never paid attention to this song, it's so so beautiful and honest. I've thought about this concept before though: the "Sunday afternoon effect", when all the excitement of the weekend wears off and you're just hanging out with your friends, laughing about silly stuff, or cleaning up the house after the party. The thing is, the friends that stay till then are the ones you wanna hold on to, and the same goes for lovers. I feel kind of bad... well not BAD but you know, must be hard... when you're famous and rich, to recognize the good ones from the beginning before you give yourself too much away and it's too late.

To be honest with you guys, I think Daniel must feel a bit lonely sometimes. We all do, but to think that people are only interested in you for your fame and money must be tough... something you worked so hard, that you keep dedicating your life to, to think that that thing is the reason for your heartbreak, to your loneliness... It's a two-edged sword, isn't it? Anyway, I wrote this little something with Daniel in mind, hope you guys like it. Hope he finds someone to be like this someday. Hell, hope I find someone to be like this someday. I think everyone deserves that.

Daniel woke up in his bed, no shoes, but jeans and party shirt still on. The light coming through the windows, shining directly on his face, threatening to make his headache even worse. He let out a groan and turned to the side. There's someone on his bed with him. Shit. He just remembered. Last night was the first time he was introducing (y/n) to his friends. His birthday "small get together" (or at least that's what it was supposed to be) was the perfect opportunity for testing the waters and giving the "next step" without making too much fuss about it, after all, they've only been going out for a couple months and with his tight schedule it meant a lot of facetime calls and weekends, but almost no weekdays and routine stuff.

Yet, he was absolutely smitten with her, she was fun and easygoing, passionate about her own work and friends, but still caring and interested in him. They had amazing chemistry, mind-blowing even. But Daniel had lived enough to know that hanging out with someone on the weekends and knowing their best side was one thing, living through daily and mundane stuff was a completely different thing. Where this could go was still a mystery to him and he didn't want to raise too many expectations before he was sure. Still, she looked so beautiful sleeping, a true vision. He tried to remember if something had happened last night, but judging by his clothes still on, and hers as well, he guessed not. As if on cue, she smiled, with her eyes still closed.

"Stop being creepy" she said smiling. "I can feel you watching me sleep"

"You're not even asleep anymore" he smiled and she opened her eyes. He was taken back by her eyes staring directly into his.

"Still creepy though" she laughed, getting closer to him. He held her and they stayed like that for a while.

"Are you ok?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?

"Aren't you hungover, or sick?" he asked again and she laughed.

"Not at all. I have this really weird superpower, you know, I don't get hungover. Ever, actually" she laughed.

"I don't believe you. I have the headache"

"No, it's true. We did drink a lot yesterday, though" she commented.

"Yeah, well, welcome to having Australian friends. No such thing as light drinking with those guys" he laughed but grimaced at the pain in his brain.

"I'll get you something"

"Huh?"

"For the pain" she explained getting up from the bed.

After a while she returned with a pill and a glass of water, passing them to him.

"Thank you, baby" he took the glass, finishing it. "Come back to bed now"

"Your house... like, I'm not even sure if I should tell you to take a look or just pack your essentials and abandon it" she smiled.

"Uhh" he groaned. "I'll call someone later"

"Like a constructor with a wrecking ball?" she laughed.

"It can't be that bad"

"It's bad" she started. "But we can manage it" He looked at her intrigued. "After a shower" she pulled his hand. "Join me?"

"If I ever say no to that question, just put me in an asylum" he said. "I need a kiss though, as motivation" he smirked.

"Noo... I have morning breath"

"What? Me too" he said pulling her down and kissing her anyway. "Uh, no. You're right. Yours is worst" he said laughing while getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"Asshole!" she laughed following him.

They stripped and got into the shower, taking turns in letting the water run through their bodies.

"Come here" Daniel said, putting some body wash in his hands and spreading them over (y/n) body.

"Hum... this feels nice" she said.

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her shoulder.

"You're so wasted" she laughed lightly.

"Hey! I'm sober. I'm just too tired. Give me a couple hours to recover, and I'll claim my birthday privileges"

"Birthday privileges? It's not even your birthday anymore" she laughed.

"Okay, but first, it's the weekend of, and second, I didn't get any time alone with you yesterday"

"Fair. And what will be your requests, may I ask?" she asked teasingly.

"Humm... you're so creative" he said kissing her. "I'm sure we'll think of something"

They finished the shower after a while, enjoying each other's company and the comfortable silence.

"Did anyone crashed here?" (y/n) asked when they were stepping out of the shower.

"I have no idea" Daniel answered. "I just remembered going to take a nap and waking up this morning. Shit, we didn't... did we?" (y/n) laughed out loud at that.

"Wow! Really, Dan?"

"We did not. I would've remembered"

"Good save. Such a gentleman" she laughed.

"I drank way too much. Sorry. Don't be mad"

"It's fine. I'm messing with you, I don't remember anything either. To be honest, I don't even remember joining you on your 'nap'" she said making air quotes.

"We're the worst hosts" he said getting out of the bathroom and going into the closet to get some clothes.

(y/n)'s heart swelled at the thought of hosting a party with Daniel. There was something so intimate about that statement, so homey.

"You want a shirt?" Daniel asked from the other room, waking her up from her daydream.

"Yeah, sure" she took the shirt, some underwear, and some sweats. Then brushed her wet hair and looked in the mirror. Not a trace of makeup left. She sighed thinking about how falling into a routine with Daniel meant letting the barriers down.

"Alright, snap out of it" she said to herself, getting out of the bathroom and walking outside, to the living room where Daniel was standing rubbing his neck and looking around.

"This is bad" he said when he saw her joining him. There were empty beer bottles and cups all around the living room and balcony, pizza boxes (with half-eaten slices left behind) in the coffee table, party decorations hanging from the ceiling, and the kitchen was even worse, with liquid spilled on the ground and bottles everywhere. There was glitter all over the floor and the couch - someone had brought some of those party poppers, which looked so much fun yesterday, but no so much now. But the best part was the polaroids, left all over the house with the craziest poses.

"Pack your stuff, we're deserting this goddam hellhole" he said and she knew he was joking, he said that about everywhere, but she still shook her head and rolled her eyes, picking a polaroid photo from the ground.

"Everyone had so much fun" she showed it to him. "I loved meeting your friends"

He took the photo from her hand, it was one where (y/n) was sitting on the couch with two of his buddies from Australia, making funny faces while holding cups. He remembered the moment because he was the one who took the photo.

"How's the headache?" she asked him.

"Almost gone"

"Good. So you don't have an excuse. Move your ass, where are the trash bags?" she laughed going into the kitchen.

"Hey! That was very sneak of you" he laughed but followed her anyway.

They spent the next hour collecting bottles, vacuuming glitter, and just cleaning the whole house. Daniel complained the whole time, but in truth, he was very glad to have her there. Sure, he could just ignore the whole mess and hire someone on Monday to clean everything (he probably would still do that anyway, for the heavy cleaning like bathrooms), but it was really nice of her to just stick around, seeming unbothered by the housework. When she finished tying the last trash bag and putting it on the entry hallway she flopped on the couch besides Daniel, who had called it a day some good 10 minutes ago.

"Done?" he asked her.

"I feel like punching you for asking me that" she answered playing annoyed. He lifted his hand in defense.

"What? I did my part!"

"Men" she shook her head. "I'm surprised you haven't complained about being hungry yet"

"Well, I'm starving! Was just waiting to suggest going out, or ordering in"

"Ordering in, please. I don't want to get off this couch any time soon"

Daniel got his phone out to order some food. It was almost noon, so he thought about something like pasta, some carbs would be nice right now. Then he felt (y/n)'s head drop on his shoulder, her hand caressing his arm. It was such a sweet gesture, so understated, he just stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"What?" she looked at him.

"I'm really glad you're here. Thank you"

"It's nothing" she smiled.

"I don't mean the cleaning. Well, that too. But just, thank you for being you and wanting to hang out with me, you know, after the party"

"I'll always wanna hang out with you, partying or cleaning bottles" she said and leaned in to kiss him. "Happy birthday old man" this made him smile through the kiss.

"Thank you, young lady" he said still smiling. "Let's feed you now, yeah?"

"Please! Let's get some carbs on this house!" she smile.

"Hey, guys!" (y/n) and Daniel looked up to see Luke, one of Daniel's buddies walking out of the guest bedroom.

"Dude! I didn't know you were here" Daniel laughed.

"Yeah, just woke up. Definitely wasn't hiding in the bedroom waiting for the cleaning end to get out" he grinned making (y/n) and Daniel laugh.

"You know what? Just for that, you're going downstairs to pick up the food when it gets here, and taking out the trash!" (y/n) teased him, tossing a pillow from the couch at him.

Daniel just observed while his friend and his girlfriend joked and laughed. He thought about how right now he was enjoying a feeling of contempt that wasn't really natural or much appreciated by professional athletes, but this time felt right to indulge in it. He felt safe like someone's got him, finally. He took (y/n) hand on his and squeezed it three times, he knew this was already a good thing, something to last. She looked at him, she knew exactly what he meant.

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shoutokozume · 3 years

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Prompt list

Includes (Bnha, Tokyo revengers, Haikyuu, & Attack on titan)

Main Navi Prompt list #2

Prompts for all of the animes I listed

You're such a badass!

I don't care if people are watching

Head pats please

Why'd you move your hand?

Did they hurt you?

You are one of them... How could you?

Good kitty

Don't be naughty

Shh it was just just a bad dream sweetheart

Okay I like y/n! Happy now?!

Strip for me

My dad shouldn't matter, you matter more

Your my #1 fan always and forever

Go babe! My baby is so awesome...

God, they grow up so fast.

I'm not crying, you're crying!

Don't fucking die on me.

If I die, don't forget about me.

I love you, that'll never change.

We're going to hell for this.

Spread your legs baby

Your thighs are heated pillows

Your boobs are my stress balls.

I'm no poet, so I'll just say I love you.

You're not as annoying as I thought

I like you dumbass, can't you see that?!

You're so needy, you're lucky your cute

Aww does my baby want cuddle? ~

Y-your eyes are... Pretty. Wow.

Your beauty intimidates me sometimes

Lemme squish your cheeks

I wanna eat you out, pwease! ~

I swear I didn't see anything.

I don't know if you want to kill or fuck me.

You're too clumsy for your own good.

Your lovely, and perfect for me.

Whoever made you cry will pay.

Bitches beware, y/n has arrived to slay.

Embarrassing? I'm embarrassing you?

What does... Uwu mean?

I am not cute, I'm a bad ass tough guy.

Let me make us a bubble bath

I want to massage you, you look stressed.

Unlock the door, I'm so sorry I swear.

I didn't know you liked me.

May I kiss you y/n, I've always wanted to.

Babe... I'm hard again.

Dom or sub tonight?

You're secretly kinky aren't you?

I want babies.

Can we adopt it babe!?

Do you want to start a family?

Marry me, please accept my love.

Don't move a muscle, you're hurt.

Your my lovely lil dumpling.

You're pregnant?!

Oh my God it's kicking!

Are you on... You know... That week?

Babe what's your pussy size?

I hate fighting with you.

Your butt is very comfy to lay on.

No one touches y/n except for me.

Just don't look down and you'll be fine.

Hey, look at me... Breathe. You're alright.

May I have this dance?

As long as I'm with you, I'll be okay.

They hate me don't they.

Pshh I'm not scared... AHHH!!!

You'll be screaming louder than that soon.

Psst! Y/n! It's time to go!

Fuck you feel so good.

Hear, take my jacket. Better?

You always know how to make me smile.

I won't leave til I make you happy again.

Did you just throw a blue shell!?

Baby not know I'm gaming.

What's, cockwarming?

Don't judge me... But I'm a Virgin.

Take my left earbud, this song is fire.

It's Christmas! Wake up!

Happy anniversary my love.

Are you sure you're ready? I'm quite big.

Let's go look at the stars sweetheart.

Can't sleep? Same here.

You have to rest, you're sick.

You want me to teach you?

You always look gorgeous.

Your hair is so cute like this!

Your tattoo is so beautiful.

He doesn't deserve you.

I read your diary, please don't kill me.

I dare you, to kiss me.

You lost, so now I can do whatever I want.

You can't let your parents hear you.

We're stuck here for the night.

This isn't so bad.

We're alone, what do you want to do?

I missed you so much

I'm never leaving you again, I swear.

I can't wait til our wedding.

I swear if this is another tik tok...

Draw me draw me!

Let's make him regret cheating on you.

I want to be more than just a fuck buddy

Aww, did my baby hurt themselves? ~

Prompts for My Hero Academia

I don't care if you're quirk less or not. I love you.

Mineta can go burn in hell.

You finished your quiz already?!

So... What's your quirk?

Just cause I'm a villain, doesn't mean I don't have a heart darling.

You're new to UA aren't you.

So you're the new roommate... Huh.

You look hot when you're fighting.

Mineta peeped on you?! He's dead.

Don't! It's too dangerous to touch me.

Why are you dating me? There are so many better options.

Seeing you hurt does more damage then being the one getting hurt instead.

I think my mom loves you more than me.

Show off...

If you hurt them, I'll kill you in seconds.

Baby, don't fight you're hurt enough.

I'm such an idiot.

I don't deserve you, everyone knows that.

Plus ultra!..... Say it with me. Plus ultra!

How are you only in class B?

You wanna use my quirk in bed?

You're my hero.

Don't worry my love, you're safe now.

The paparazzi won't show up at our wedding, I made sure.

You're their child!?

How can you stand being their sibling?

You are pretty cute for a villain.

A hero like yourself, falling for me? That's strange.

Join us, you'll make us stronger.

You're the reason I became who I am.

Never say 'All might' ever again.

You're my trainer now? What a joke.

Shh, no one can hear us in the gym.

I hate my family, can I join yours?

Can we do kiss push ups again?

Prompts for Tokyo Revengers

No one has to know you're our rival.

Just cause I'm in a gang, doesn't mean I'll hurt you.

A-are you scared of me?

You scare me, that's kinda hot strangely.

I'm not that hurt, you don't have to baby me.

I promise I won't fight anymore, if it makes you happy.

Don't leave me! I'll stop the gang stuff!

Sex with a gang member... You're parents must me so proud.

Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now.

We're safe here, let's just stay here for a bit.

It's nothing, just a little bruise.

Choke me, choke me like the evil girl I know you are.

You won't die if you're with me.

Don't be mad... But can you bail me out?

Don't talk to them, they are our rivals.

I hurt my lip, can tou kiss it better?

I'm their servant, I can't just leave... They'll kill me.

Fight club isn't that bad, it's just dangerous.

Don't you crave the thrill of danger? No... Huh.

Let me wipe your lips, their all messy.

Baby, behave they aren't a bad guy.

Shh, don't be so loud cutie.

I'm not going to therapy, it's useless.

Are you braiding my hair right now?

I want to fuck you so bad right now, curse you.

Here, get on the back I'll drive you.

You looked cold... Don't except it again.

I'm not a bad guy sweetheart, just a bit different from the other guys.

You're hot, I'm single, let's date.

You want to join my gang? Aww I'm so proud.

Prompts for Haikyuu

Keep it up and I'm railing you in the locker room.

You did not just cheer for the other team...

Nice spike! You're pretty good for a newbie.

You're good with the balls, want to play with mine?

You like my brother?! Ew.

Go y/n! Go y/n! Go y/n! WOOOO!!!

You're the one I always look for in the crowd.

... A girl... On our team?

I was wrong to doubt you, I'm sorry.

Y-you think I did good?

Hey short stack, want to go out?

Welcome to the team sweetheart.

Give me back my jersey!

You look so sexy in my jersey. Damn.

No looking boys! Y/n is all mine!

I don't care about all of the fangirls, I like you.

Baby I have to play soon, let go~

You got suspended!? How!?

Why are you even talking to me?

Like I care about you... *blushing*

So... Prom is coming up... Want to go? With me?

Hey, nice cheering uniform baby.

I say, we have a celebration of our own.

You want me to teach you how to play?

Let's play some catch. Take your mind off the exams.

Hi, you must me my tutor right?

Coach! My girlfriend is giving birth I have to go!

I climbed through your window, thought you might need a hug.

Your my very own good luck charm.

Can I have a kiss before I play?

Prompts for Attack On Titan

If I die tomorrow, will you keep my ashes?

Don't say shit like that, I won't let it happen.

My love for you is bigger than the largest titan alive

I'll slay whatever I need to, just to make sure you are safe.

Let's runaway, somewhere where the titans can't find us.

Commander told me to check up on you.

Never give up on us, that's the only way we'll survive this hell.

God I could fuck you for hours and hours, too bad we have a job to do.

Shit, did your water just break?

Are you scared to bring a new life into this? I am.

I'll protect you at all costs, I promise.

These nights with you, make me believe that things will be okay.

I failed you, I'm so sorry y/n.

Can you please massage my shoulders?

I can't wait til this is all over, then we can live our lives in freedom.

You look tense, want me to eat you out?

Calm down baby, no one can get us here.

Let y/n go!

You risked your life for me, don't do that again.

Yes I'm crying over you! You could've died back there!

Just hold my hand and close your eyes.

It's not fancy, but it'll do for an engagement ring.

Here, have my sandwich you need it more.

No titan can hurt you when I'm beside you.

This may be our last day together, so let's make it count.

You're my everything.

Y/n, over here. Look at the stars.

Come here, we can share the bed tonight.

I'm so sorry about your parents, they'd be so proud of you.

I'll be back for you, I promise.

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fayeimara · 3 years

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Meant To Be Series || One For Every Billion

Episode 4. If You're A Masochist

Putting your phone away after posting your latest update, you look around one more time for either of your cousins. The oldest, Ren, had left you with his brother Shin, strictly telling him not to leave you alone before he met back up with you both. But then you convinced Shin to call the car and drop off the bags you'd overloaded him with, agreeing to meet back here this cute café. It had been pretty easy to convince him, seeing as how you could barely make him out over the bags and boxes of items you'd bought for your friends and family back home. It was fair play, after all, you'd brought just as many gifts with you for your cousins here when you'd arrived.

Smiling as you tip the cup of coffee up to your lips, you consider if you've harassed him enough for the day or if you should top it off by ordering him something he'll hate just to see that distressed look on his face. He deserves it for the prank he pulled on you a few days ago, when they picked you up from the station, literally scaring you half silly when he snuck up from behind you, grabbed you, and started to run. You were pretty worried because not a single person in the busy terminal had tried to stop him even though you were clearly (momentarily) terrified and not aware of who had 'kidnapped' you until he'd finally put you down. You guess you should have expected this with him though, given you both have always messed around with each other, pulling fun pranks and stupid stunts, since the two of you were kids, but you'd gotten completely complacent since you'd last seen these oh so lovely cousins of yours.

If there was any doubt on whether you had any payback planned for Ren, well, he was the one who'd grabbed not only your bags but also several pictures of your embarrassing slip in composure, i.e. your briefly terrified face, and shared it with the world. So yeah, you were sure he was sleeping with an eye open for the time being, which is why you would call on your considerable patience before hitting him subtly and satisfyingly when he least expected it.

With that in mind, you head back to the counter to place another order and then ask if there are any specialty dessert shops in the area. Happy to hear of one pretty close, you're sure you'll be able to quickly head over and back before Shin returns.

The shop is as incredible as promised because it only takes them about ten minutes to prepare your custom order of mochi with a spicy twist. Trying one out, you can't help but enjoy the sweet flavour and texture even if you're disappointed that it doesn't seem to have the effect you were hoping for, until you feel the heat slowly build the more you chew. Oh. Oh my. Oh my g- Mouth burning, you quickly gulp at the coffee still in your hand to try and relieve the pain. Okay so.. it's perfect! Cue evil laugh.

You thank the brilliant artisans, because that's what they are, and promise to leave a review on your way out. It's not until you're walking by an alley (how typical, right?) between shops on your way back to the cat café, that you're pulled from your thoughts of not-so-sweet revenge.

"Give it up, kid." It's nothing alarming at first. Not until you hear the next cry.

"Don't touch me! Leave me alone!"

Um. What?

You've stopped even before you turn your head to look in at a couple older guys surrounding a little kid. Seriously, what's with the cliché? You honestly thought this only happened in anime but you guess dummies always prove people wrong.

Debating who you should call, because you're not going to assume adding yourself to the equation alone is going to be any help, you quickly look around only to realize that the only people passing by near or across the street either don't seem to care, or aren't the kind of people you'd feel comfortable asking for any assistance from. People can call you out on stereotyping but really, where's the kind but strong elderly gentleman or tough, no nonsense, do-gooder woman when you need one??

"Hey!" The tears in the kid's voice draw you back, with your head whipping around to witness one of the bullies reach out to grab his collar. Quick kid, he manages to dodge even if barely but he's about to be blindsided by one of the other guys.

You don't even have time to sigh at your stupidity as you run up between them as fast as you can, slapping the second guy's hand away from where it was reaching for the kid's arm.

With that loud sound and dramatic entrance, all eyes are now on you, but the element of surprise does provide enough time for you to pull the boy behind you and back the two of you up a bit so you're both not completely surrounded.

Okay, this kid barely reaches over your hip, he can't be older than about 6 or 7 maybe, what's he doing here alone?

"Well, well. What do we have here?" The first guy that had tried to grab the kid's collar studies you. You want to say his voice is annoying or that he's an ugly creep but he's just an average guy of about a few years older than you. The only distinct feature are his glasses and that's probably because you don't typically think of wannabe thugs in glasses. Again, so sue you for you conventional stereotypes, but you're in a kind of delicate situation to be worried about thinking inside the box.

"Why don't you tell me," You shoot back, pretty upset about this pathetic tableau, "since it looks like three guys old enough to know better than to bully little kids."

The third guy hasn't done much until now but he laughs at your statement and, okay, at least his laugh is kind of annoying, like a dumb donkey's braying. You hope he's trying to fake an evil laugh or something and that's not his real one? Seriously, it sounds forced and fake so you hope for his sake it really is or no one will trust him once they hear it if that's all he has to work with for the rest of his life. You're tempted to say that to his face, but you've also been told by your friends that your reckless impulses tend to escalate the situation when you need the opposite so you hold back.

Because you're outnumbered. With only a crying kid at your back, quite too literally.

"Oh no, we're not bullying him. He's my kid brother, you know? We were just messing with him since he was being a brat and grabbed the new games we just bought."

You hesitate, thinking it over. Did you make assumptions and jump in too fast? He didn't call out for help or say anything specific to indicate he didn't know these guys. You don't want to turn away to look him over, but he had been holding something clutched against his side.

You feel a little hand clench into the back of your dress and a couple tugs follow, so without turning away, you cast your gaze down and meet teary hazel eyes that are peering up with a little hope among the fear, "He's lying, oneesan, I don't know them."

"Ahh, stop lying and dragging the nice, pretty girl into this." Second guy speaks up, trying to reach around you to grab the kid, but you quickly shift the both of you back a bit more. You realize the wall is just behind you, if the kid's gasping sob means anything. You're out of space to maneuver.

So...you're in a tough spot, you've got your hands literally full and you're up against three guys that are definitely living up to your first impression of them. You don't really have time to think it over as 'glasses' loses patience and reaches for you directly, grabbing your arm that's holding the trick mochi and trying to pull you forward. "What's this? Maybe we should take it for the trouble you've added by interfering in a family issue."

"How about this instead?" And before you can pity the loss, you've thumbed off the lid to your delicious hot coffee that you guess won't get to finish drinking, and toss it in his face.

"Arhggh!" Wow, high pitched for a tough guy, but you really can't think about that right now. Goodbye, coffee, your sacrifice is appreciated.

"What the hell, you crazy b-"

"Don't bother, dumbass, it's probably not hot enough to permanently scar him at this point." True story, you like your coffee cooled down more than most.

They're staring at you like you're crazy but it's really just the recklessness you're known for. Although you should have held on to that reminder of your friends' warnings that ran through your head earlier because the situation has definitely been escalated if the mean, hateful looks that are appearing from behind their fake polite masks are anything to go by. They clearly weren't even trying that hard to pretend. While the second guy is supporting his friend who's flailing, 'Fake laugh' reaches for you, this time angled for the collar of your dress or even your neck, "You stupid bitch."

Oh okay. Well, I'm so sorry for my impertinence, god. This is payback for the mochi prank, isn't it? You actually roll your eyes upwards for a split second with that thought.

Then you prepare to drop the maybe-unlucky box for the coming fight but just before his hand reaches you, another suddenly shoots out and grabs it. Hard.

"Don't you know how to treat women, buddy?" Wow, now that's a nice voice.

Shifting your eyes to your left without turning your head, you catch sight of a handsome bedheaded guy about your age. You would probably be all heart eyes in any other situation- who are you kidding? This is literally the perfect situation.

"I don't think he does, but that's probably because he has zero experience with them." Yay, your mouth can run freely with your attitude now that you have some back up. Not that it stopped you earlier, though..

This new guy shifts his gaze to meet yours and looks pretty surprised at your smirky smile (yes you're calling it that). Why so surprised though? You guess you should have been crying or even praising this god for stepping in. Whatever, he's just a boy. Even if he is drool worthy.

He studies you and pauses briefly on the redness marking your wrist from where one of the guys had grabbed you and then his golden eyes flick down to the boy hidden behind you before focusing a steady stare back on the bullies, "I think you should leave before I really get pissed off."

He must be a magician because they vanish pretty fast after his low declaration, supporting their friend who's managed to wipe most of your precious coffee off of his slightly reddened face. Looks like, he'll live to be a dumbass another day. Could've told them that and avoided the escalation. Oh wait, you pretty much did, right?

The guy is turning back to you after watching them leave the alley and you reach for the little kid with the hand that once held your coffee. Feeling his little hand slip into yours, you start to walk the two of you towards the street while keeping your body angled so you don't completely turn your back on this new guy. You swear the amount of times you've had a situation like this turn into something unexpected is a little unnatural. "Wow. Well... Thank you, stranger, for your help."

He narrows those stunning eyes on you but you don't think he's angry, just a little confused for a moment, before he realizes you're equally wary of him. He moves out of the alley after you both, but thankfully not too closely, because you have to turn your back on him so you don't trip or walk into anyone once you reach the main street.

"It's Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsuro."

You silently startle around at the sound of his voice coming from a lot closer to you than expected but compose yourself quickly so as not to offend him by whirling around in alarm.

"Oh, uh.. nice to meet you." Okay, you both should be safe now. You turn back to face him and the kid is now glued to your side, tiny hands gripping your dress with both hands, one at your back and one at the front. At least it's not silk because that would leave quite the wrinkles. "Anyways... we have to get going now to find whoever lost this little guy."

His arm moves up, rubbing his hand in his hair at the back of his sheepishly tilted head. Probably can't get his hair any messier at this point. "That would be me."

"What?" You raise a disbelieving eyebrow. Always the unlikeliest odds with you and really, what are they anyways here in this situation? But it turns out he's not kidding and you're not misunderstanding.

"I'm the one who lost him. That's my little cousin you're trying to walk away with."

"Hey!" You protest his teasing implication, before looking down at the boy. The other guys tried this too, though.

So you delicately crouch down (aware you're in a dress and heeled ankle boots that could spell impending disaster if you lose your balance) to make sure you're at eye level with the kid. He's not crying anymore, but not looking happy or relieved either. Just staring back at you steadily, a little like the calm gaze of this other guy, actually, but let's not go with confirmation bias. Maybe he's just not an overly excitable kid to begin with.

"Do you know this guy?" You ask softly. He told the truth before, under the stress of a pretty scary situation, after all.

He looks over and up at the tall teen claiming to be his cousin before nodding. "Oh." You give the little boy a reassuring smile before leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Can I ask your name?"

And when you turn your ear to him so he can whisper a reply, you hear, "Itsuki."

Giving him another sweet smile, you stand back up and he's glommed right back onto your side. You meet the bedhead's eyes with your own slightly narrowed but steady too, and settle on a serious expression with an eyebrow raised. He hasn't looked away from you even once but that's fair considering you might actually be trying to take away his little cousin... whom he's lost already once today, if we're all being honest.

"What's his name?"

He raises an eyebrow to match yours, stance indicating he's in no rush but expression definitely amused, "You mean Itsuki?"

"Yeah.. okay, then." You look back down at the boy who's reluctantly releasing you as Kuroo moves closer to you both, your smile back on my face. "It was really nice to meet you, Itsuki. Thank you for being so brave and strong back there. I couldn't have sent those bullies away without you!"

"Or me?" Kuroo asks but it's not really a question more like an amused statement sliding into remind you that he did save you both in the end. Isn't he a little too close for politeness?

"I suppose." Now you have tilt your head back to look at him again. Argh, why is it like a compulsion to just stare your life away when you look into those eyes? "Thank you, then.. Kuroo."

"Not that you needed my help." Ohh, he's smirking at you and it. is. something. "You looked like you were mostly holding your own before I stepped in."

You laugh, because he's really just being nice and you don't know what expression your face might make after seeing his smirk if you don't pick amusement, "Pretty sure it was painfully obvious who brought the most advantage on our side if it came to a fight... and it wasn't me."

"Oya? Our side, huh? And what's your criteria for assessing that advantage?"

And before you can stop yourself, his question has you looking him up and down like.. like you're checking him out. Cue your blush. Ugh. You pass it off and try to push through, "What? I'm not supposed to notice that you have the physical advantage over me?"

Yeah, you worded that deliberately and wouldn't change it for anything because it's so worth it to see the red lightly tint his own cheeks. Yeah, I see your thoughts went there.

"Anyways," You start to step backwards, "Really, thank you."

You turn away to walk over to the coffee shop just another door down.

"Wait," You look over to see both Itsuki and Kuroo catch up to you quickly, the latter now holding on to the former gently but firmly, "I should be thanking you. You did step in to help my cousin when not many others would."

"Oya?" You copy his cute phrase with a look at him from the corner of your eyes and a teasing smile of your own, "How do you know he didn't step in to help me?"

"Somehow I doubt that." The three of you come to a stop in front of the coffee shop and Kuroo's distracted for a second, "Wait, this is your stop?"

"Yeah, why?"

He chuckles, "Ours too. We'd just stopped in here ourselves when Itsuki wandered away." We?

"Oh, I was here a little earlier too, but I needed to grab.." You lift the box, ".. this, for someone. I left my order here though."

"You lose your coffee often or just an addict?"

"Haha. Neither. It's... a thing. You'd think I'm horrible if I explain."

"I doubt I'd ever think that at this point. Can I pay for your new order and you can tell me about it over your next cup? You know, as a thank you for putting yourself in a dangerous situation for my cousin." Why does he make that sound both grateful and like a stern admonishment at the same time?

"I covered it already and it wasn't really for me. But I really appreciate the offe-"

You're cut off by the door opening and Shin bursting through with a very exasperated look on his face. Whoops, guess you took too long. He immediately starts complaining, "Where have you been?! Imagine my worry when I arrive here and you're gone! You promised you'd wait here."

Another guy has walked out behind him but you ignore that because you see that Shin's holding the drink you got him, but that has your name on it, and can't help but point out both literally and dryly, "Clearly so worried, you picked up my order in the meantime?"

"Hey, there are two drinks so I figured one was mine! But they're both awful!" Of course he tried them both. His face turns into a sad pout, "Why would you order such sour drinks when you know I hate them! And I know you do too! So... do you really hate me for that little thing? You've been so mean today."

You chuckle because this is literally the perfect opportunity. Well, actually, Kuroo is still standing by politely with Itsuki, watching you both with interest, but that other guy has walked up to them and is now also standing there. Is he gaming out here? Never mind.

You give Kuroo an apologetic smile with a finger held up to indicate you'll be a moment and then turn back to offer the box you've been holding onto this whole time to your dear cousin. "I can't imagine why you'd feel that way, but I did get you this, too. You can't have it all though, it's also for Ren."

He reaches for the box when you pop it open and happily exclaims, "Mochi? Aw, I take it back, you're the best!" before proceeding to pop two in his mouth. Oh. Uh-oh.

Okay then, closing the box, you walk back over to Kuroo as Shin happily munches away behind you. "Sorry, yes, I appreciate the offer but as you can see, I have my hands full with-"

"Ahhh! OMG, my mouth is burning!!! What is this?" Is he crying? He's definitely chugging that 'horrible' drink. "I take it back that I took it back. You do hate me. And for what?! I'm sorry I tried to kidnap you, okay?! Ahhh! Make it stop-"

He keeps rambling, even while alternating between choking down the sour drink and pausing for quick panting breaths every now and then, as tears actually run down his face. Even the gamer boy is momentarily distracted watching. You can't help the satisfied smile that stretches across your face as you watch Shin dissolve into tortured agony from the corner of your eyes and finish your sentence "-a pretty troublesome commitment already."

Kuroo looks a little worried but definitely way more amused, "I thought that box was something really special, the way you held onto it the whole time."

"Yeah, even in exchange for my precious coffee-" You wipe away a pretend tear and swear he mutters 'so you are an addict' under his breath before you finish, "but it was worth the revenge, wouldn't you say?"

"Well... He tried to kidnap you?"

"Ugh, don't ask. It was a stupid prank that I briefly fell for. But I think he won't try getting me back for a while. At least a week of peace."

"So.. don't mess with you, is what I'm hearing."

You laugh at his accurate interpretation, "Pretty much. Or do, if you're a masochist."

He looks slightly awed and a whole lot intrigued when he states, "At first I thought you were some incredible angel.. but you're pretty much more an incredible devil, aren't you?

"Incredible, either way? I'll take it." You smirk, thinking of the irony he'll probably never understand.

"How about my request for a name?"

"Isn't it Kuroo Tetsuro?"

"I'm asking for your name, Kitten." He's a little exasperated and just a smidge embarrassed that you made him spell it out. I mean, you like that he's all witty and smooth but... you really like a guy's direct side, too.

You do still smile and tease a little more, "Kitten could work, given the irony..." He gives you an unamused look, but you were continuing anyway, "But since you asked so nicely.. I'm Y/-"

"Oi!" Ren is standing across the street with the car, door open, "I've been looking for you. It's time to go."

"Oh," You look back at Kuroo who's still looking at Ren a split second longer before focusing back on you, "I'm sorry, I have to go!" You smile at him apologetically then face Itsuki, slightly crouched, to give him a bright smile, "Bye Itsuki! Take care and don't wander off again!"

You don't have time to say anymore than those goodbyes to the pair of cousins before your own is dragging you away, cursing you out and swearing he'll get you back. He's listing a lot of pretty creative ideas, silly boy, you'll just use them before he can.

You check both sides of the road as he's pulling you across since it doesn't look like he's going to but you both make it safely to Ren who just gives the two of you a droll look. "You guys definitely didn't listen to me."

He didn't even pose it as a question. You just shrug and give him a kiss on the cheek before sliding into the back of the sleek car, followed by Shin and then Ren, who calls out to let the driver know to take you all home. Maybe you glance out the tinted windows to steal one last look at Kuroo before the car starts to move away. Maybe you see that he's looking too, he's staring at the car but his mouth is moving and when it stops, the gamer boy says something back.

The last thing you see before the car pulls away completely and you can't see anymore is Itsuki pulling Kuroo back towards the café and he takes one last look your way before heading inside with his friend following.

You turn back around, not realizing you'd shifted your whole body. Ren is looking at you oddly so you just raise an eyebrow at him, but smile when Shin happily exclaims, "Hey Ren, we got you some treats too!"

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Behind The Scenes!

-Kuroo not only didn't get Y/n's name, but was pretty curious as to her close relationship with the two guys that we know as Shin and Ren

-If she had to measure, Y/n felt about the same level of attraction and connection with Kuroo as she did with Oikawa when she first bumped into him at the boba shop; he was interesting but still just a casual, fun encounter in the end

-Gamer boy was obviously Kenma, yeah?

-Is it funny for anyone else that Bokuto is liking or retweeting the posts about Y/n? Or is it just me because I clearly know too much?

-Itsuki is non-canon, if you weren't sure :(

A/N: I really like how this one turned out, I don't know why. It could have something to do with the fact that I've been a Kuroo simp the longest but I dunno, it just... flowed. And I barely even chewed over the edits.

Btw, if you guys ever see first-person POV (my, me, I, us, we) or 'Faye', it's probably a good time to restate that this started out as a purely self-indulgent imagining, which is why I write most seamlessly as myself in the scenarios. I then change it over to 'Y/n' and reader perspective during multiple levels of edits so you all can hopefully enjoy the story/scenarios too, but it can (and likely will) still slip through sometimes. Just let me know, and I'll fix it, thank you :) <3

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spicymayo1983 · 3 years

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Hiya. Been in the country housesitting for someone while they are out of state and my fanfiction mind has been working overtime. Lol.

You are a female first order lieutenant that played an important role in the capture of the resistance leader of the black squadron, Captain Poe Dameron.

The man is mentally and physically tough. After enduring hours of torture noone can get him to talk.

You are brought in as a secret weapon because your powers of seduction and persuasion are fairly legendary among the first order. Perhaps even the galaxy. You were fuck buddies with Kylo Ren for awhile but you broke it off.

Commandant Hux is confident in your abilities. But will you have the tables turned? Will you be seduced instead?

Warnings, the usual, sex, smut, some language, light bondage, sadomaschism, language, unprotected sex, just flat out nastiness, torture, some humor. Lol. Under 18? Avert your eyes.

From pain to pleasure

It's really him, you think silently to yourself as you are led into the cold interrogation room by two stormtroopers.

Poe Dameron is strapped into a chair, handcuffed, where he had been since he was captured during the battle of Jakuu.

He has a resolute, cocky look on his face as you walk in, even though he is resistance filth you are taken aback a little by how attractive he is.

His smooth, tan skin, deep brown eyes framed by thick lashes and that curly hair that was just begging to have your fingers run through it just kind of sucked you in.

You may be first order but you are still a red-blooded woman, after all.

Snap out of it! You warn yourself in your head.

You are standing before him, wearing your black uniform of the enemy. You are beautiful in a frightening, intimidating way.

The expression on your face is calm, cool, but angry.

"The other guys couldn't get me to talk what makes you think you are so damn special?" Poe tells you with a little laugh.

"I am not a guy!" You snap back at him, immediately slapping him across his gorgeous face with your full strength, his words offended you.

"It's gender neutral, I call everyone guy, I refuse to assume anyone's gender". Poe replies with a smirk, your hand had left a palm shaped welt on his cheek but he barely flinched.

He is looking you up and down, his eyes feel like they are almost undressing you. "I can see that you are a woman now, wow".

"You think you're so fucking funny". You answer back sharply, the cold look never leaving your eyes. "Tell me where the Droid is and we won't kill you".

You give him another slap across the face and then you shock him with your taser. Poe writhes and moans in pain but remains quiet.

Torturing him is arousing you quite a bit, you are a sadomasochist, a hard hearted dominatrix, your sexual relationship ended with Kylo Ren because of it. You had to be in control and he had to be in control. It just couldn't work. Kylo was even more masochistic than you with so many sick, twisted desires. It was fun while it lasted.

Feeling a mixture of rage, and heat in your lower half you straddle Poe's lap as he is strapped into the interrogation chair, you can tell by the rather large, hard bulge in his pants that he was aroused too.

You shock him in the ribs with your taser again, after Poe is done moaning in pain you slap him hard again for good measure.

You then start to run your fingers through his soft curls and you lean in and nibble on his neck a little, Poe doesn't push you away. Instead he kisses you passionately back.

You are getting worked up and he senses this. Poe decides to exploit your weakness.

"Baby, if you want to make this fun I'll make it worth your time". Poe whispers into your ear. "But you'll need to loosen or remove these cuffs".

"I can't do that but I can do this". You reply as you start to unbutton your jacket, revealing your bare breasts to him.

"First order goes commando? That's interesting knowledge". Poe tells you with a laugh. "The legend herself, I've heard stories about you".

"The legend himself". You reply back, a wicked smile appearing on your face as you slap him again. "I could say the same about you".

"I want to touch those beautiful breasts so badly". Poe whispers to you seductively. "Free me".

You slap him again but you relent, the look in his dark, puppy dog eyes is impossible to resist. You're angry that he has gotten into your head. You have let lust overwhelm you. You just want him to fuck you, now.

You undo the cuffs and instead of making a break for it Poe starts to hungrily touch your breasts, focusing on your rock hard nipples.

He takes one into his mouth and starts sucking, you moan in pleasure and rock in his lap, you are wet, and wanting him badly.

"I want to be inside of you". Poe whispers seductively in your ear.

You slap him hard again and then undo his leg shackles, you free him from the chair and the two of you retreat into the dark recesses of the room together.

You are on the cold, hard floor together, you remove the rest of your uniform and then help Poe out of his.

Lying next to you his hand immediately moves between your legs and he starts exploring every delicate, wet fold with his fingers.

This is different for you because you are letting Poe take control and you aren't getting angry, unlike your encounters with Kylo.

As he gently massages your erect clit he whispers into your ear, "Let me taste you now".

"No, I won't allow it". You answer back sharply.

But your body is telling you otherwise, with a somewhat irritated sigh you roll over on your back and open your legs up to him.

His head instantly moves between your legs, Poe grasps your hips in his hands, lifting you up a little.

You, the badass, dominant, first order officer, have fallen hard for his raw sex appeal.

Deep down you hate yourself for it but you relent to the pleasure as he eats you out unlike anyone has ever been allowed to do before.

Your body feels like jelly and you've already enjoyed several pleasurable climaxes and the man hasn't even fucked you yet.

"Sex doesn't need to hurt to feel good". Poe whispers into your ear as he teases your wet slit with one of his fingers. "I want to make you feel pleasure that you've never known before, something tells me you need it".

"I don't need anything from you!" You bark sharply as you slap him across the face again.

Poe smiles tenderly at you and gently grabs the very hand that just hit him. To your surprise he begins to kiss and suck your fingers.

"I still hate you, you know". You tell him with a bitter laugh as you slap him again, this time in a soft, playful manner. "I wouldn't hesitate to kill you in a second".

"Oh, I can sense it". Poe replies as he starts to gently caress your hand. "That's what makes this so wrong, damn it I have a weakness for bad girls".

The two of you enjoy a long, steamy makeout session, you can taste the blood in his mouth, something that arouses you even more.

You place your legs on his shoulders and Poe slowly, carefully enters you. You cry out in pleasure as his thick organ fills you up and stretches you out.

He fucks you for a good 10 minutes in that position and then rolls you over for more in the classic missionary.

Poe buries his head between your breasts and you run your fingers through his glorious hair. Damn it he's right, you think to yourself bitterly, I did need this.

You feel his cock get harder as he cums inside of you, he moans with delight and closes his eyes as and fills you with his warm seed.

Poe is satisfied with accomplishing something from his X rated bucket list, completely own and creampie a first order officer, female or male.

And as usual, his partner was left satisfied and longing for more.

Unfortunately though, he is still a prisoner of the first order so after the two of you get dressed you shackle him back into the interrogation chair.

You now have a soft spot for him, and you can't stand it.

"This is a formality" You explain as you lock Poe up again. "Someone will be in to see you shortly".

"Why are all the beautiful women so fucking crazy?" Poe quips as you tighten his shackles and handcuffs.

But before you leave you lean down and run your fingers through his hair again and look into his gorgeous eyes one last time.

You hate him for being rebellion scum but you are also hating him for being so good looking.

The end

#poe dameron #poe dameron smut #poe dameron x reader

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 3 years

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Bloody, Beaten, Bruised or Maximum Effort

Quick Tag List: @kuruumiya @spacelizardtrashboys @enigmaticandunstable @nattinngrst @amyofaquitaine

This passage contains potentially: scenes of one (or more) characters swearing, blood, self-harm (unintentional) and scenes of a violent nature. whump content and potential tear-jerking moments.

Summary: In this 'chapter' Kirby has her first fight in New Jersey, and stay in New Jersey for a week, leading to some heavy whump content by a certain someone.

Kirby's POV:

Standard match, one on one with a ten minute time limit. Not much for a debut but it's made into a big deal upon learning the opponents were male and female and not the standard male on male.

Jobber VS Newcomer.

Andrew Strong VS Kirby 'Gluttony' Lucifarian.

The bell rings and the fight starts.

"Strong throws the first punch and misses."

"The Ogress capitalises and hits him with a Feeding Frenzy."

"Strong is backed into the turnbuckle but the Ogress continues her attack."

"The referee is forced to separate them and Strong gets The Ogress in a lock-up."

"A swift knee to the stomach and Strong is staggered."

"The Ogress hits Strong with the Organ Grinder and it looks like it's all over."

"She covers Strong and … one … two … three. She's done it! The Ogress has won!"

Walking back to the locker room, I caught a glimpse of Moolah as she sneers at me and I shrug her off, focusing on getting into some clean clothes and going back to the hotel. I change and walk out of the dressing room with my bag slung over my shoulder.

"Good work out there, Kirby."

I recognise the voice and turn to see André, "Thank you, Drey."

"Moolah, doesn't seem to like you girls."

"We're stealing the hag's time in the sun. She always hates people who do that, even if she brings them in. I'll see you soon Drey."

"See you soon, Kirby."

I start walking back to the hotel when I start hearing a voice behind me, gradually getting closer.

"Hey, Miss, I think you dropped this." A distinctly masculine voice called out.

I turned around to see what the person wanted. To my surprise they had picked up my wallet, "Huh, I didn't feel it fall out of my pocket, thank you."

The man handed it to me before introducing himself, "Paul Orndorff. I saw your match earlier, you're fast for a giant, tough too."

"Thank you, Mr Orndorff."

He looked over his shoulder, "Oh, well, I have to go, Piper's waiting for me."

"Uh well, bye Mr Orndorff."

He left without another word and I unzipped my bag slightly to place my wallet inside, zipping it back up and continuing back to the hotel. I spent the night in a cramped hotel room and went to the gym the next morning.

Setting myself up at a heavy bag and practicing as per usual, no interruptions, no one else near by to talk to.

It was as if my mind just drifted away and I went into this mental fog, no gloves on but punching as if I did, breaking through the skin on my knuckles and only stopping after I noticed smears of blood on the heavy bag.

I wiped it down and bandaged my knuckles before moving on to doing push ups, lunges, squats and other exercises that wouldn't leave me covered in blood.

I was alone for the rest of the day, so I ordered some pizza (simple, pepperoni) and relaxed in the hotel, I pulled out a sketch book from my suitcase and began sketching.

I didn't plan on sketching anything too important so I just went with what was on my mind, which happened to be Roddy, Jeez it's like I'm becoming emotionally attached to this idiot.

When I see him next I'll give him the drawing if I have it with me. I close the sketchbook and go back to the gym for around an hour, before coming back to the hotel and getting some rest.

I woke up the next morning (January 9th) and had a day much the same as the last, got up, did my morning routine, went to the gym, came back, ordered Chinese food and started drawing. It was just a shitty little thing, but once again, the Rowdy one came to mind.

What is it with Scottish men and me, is it because I'm a quarter Scottish, is it maybe because I believe in the folk tales and stories of old, of knights on white steeds, saving fair maidens and living happily ever after, while the monsters they kill or maim lie in a pool of their own blood and wish they could've had a different life?

I have no idea, and the idea of my own mind comparing me with those monsters makes me regret ever reading those stories while growing up, rather I should have stuck my head into scientific textbooks instead of tales of heroism and fantastical ghouls, then I would have never become and wrestler or met the amazing people in my life.

I look back down at the paper and decide to let Roddy have two final full page drawings on the other side of the sketches I've already drawn of him, I add in a small note on the page under a picture of Roddy that Sam had found.

The more I looked at the drawings and that lone picture, the more I realised the small details of Roddy's features, the strong jaw with a cleft chin, his hazel eyes? or are they dark blue? either way they intrigue me. And that musculature, Roddy's not slim but not a big man either, he's at that almost perfect weight to body fat ratio. Good lord, listen to me calling … Piper, Roddy, Him, perfect. I think I want to be sick, just to be rid of those thoughts.

Right as I run into the small bathroom I hear a commotion in the hallway and someone being thrown or more accurately, hurled into the other side of the bathroom wall. I take a deep breath, re-fix my mask into it's usual position and dart out into the corridor, right as the commotion ends.

The obvious victim of the bout was on the floor face down with a long, not to deep cut down the back of their left leg and was breathing heavily when I reached them.

"Woah, hey, hey buddy." I whispered to them in an effort to calm them.

"Kirby?"

FUCK

…

That Glaswegian accent, fuck, He's not even supposed to be in town, or is he?

"Piper?!" I whisper-yelled, more to myself than to him.

"Hey…" his voice trailed off, I heaved him over my shoulder and went back into my hotel room, tossing him down on the only bed and grabbing his left foot, reaching over to my suitcase and getting my personal first aid kit, nothing too fancy, some bandages, plasters, the bare essentials. I cleaned the cut and bandaged it, taping the bandage in place.

I glanced up from Roddy's leg and saw that he had passed out, "Shit." I muttered to myself, louder than I thought and his eyes flickered open.

"Kirby? Is that you?" His voice weak but still understandable.

I stood there, frozen to the spot, unable to move, I wanted to cry as I realised how badly he had been beaten up, his eyebrow cut, coming close to his eye, his hairline a mix of matted brown hair and blood that was starting to coagulate and then I started to notice more things wrong with Roddy's visage.

His shirt (a Piper classic, yellow with a wild cat graphic) was torn in several places, showing bruises and nicks in his flesh. His kilt, however, was fully intact, including his belt and sporran, though all of it was scuffed with little scratches, but no cuts.

"Kirby? Kirby talk to me, please?" He spoke so carefully and it broke me.

I dropped to my knees, weeping, and Roddy shot to his feet, before dropping down on his left side and leaning on the bed, getting only a couple of steps closer to me.

"Kirby, are you okay?"

"Roddy, look at ya," I took a deep breath in, "How can you be so beat up and worried about me? How is that possible?"

"Kirby? look at ya, you're crying over me? I thought you didn't care about me that much?"

I wiped the tears from my face and got Roddy back on the bed.

"Stay there, Piper."

"Oh, feisty."

"Roddy! Stay on the bed and don't move."

"Yes Ma'am."

I trudged into the bathroom and ran a long cold shower, and I heard him move off the bed before swearing and sitting back on the bed.

"I thought I said, DON'T MOVE Roddy!"

"Alright, alright. … feisty"

After the shower, I dressed in the bathroom after drying myself off and exited the room. I instantly noticed a sleeping Piper.

"I guess I'll sleep on the floor then."

"C'mere." He lazily waved his arm to try and beckon me over.

"No, Roddy, get some rest."

"Come here and get in the bed." He rolled over and picked up the duvet, lackadaisically blowing a joking kiss in my direction.

"Jesus, Roddy, fine."

I climbed into the bed and felt Roddy's arms curl around my waist and his face between my shoulder blades.

"Rod, get off."

"Wha'?"

"Get off of me."

"Why?"

"Aren't you married, get off."

"if I was married, there would be a ring on my finger," He waved his left hand in front of my face, "No ring, no wife."

"Oh. Still, get off."

"Now, would that be 'get off' in the, leave me alone, way or the 'get off' in the, I love you take me now, way." The latter a clear joke but it annoyed me even more.

"Leave me alone, Roddy."

He slid his arms off and rolled to face the other way.

"Small bed, Kirby."

"I wasn't expecting company, Piper."

"Your tattoos are nice."

"Sleep, Piper."

"I'm just saying."

"Roddy, you are injured, sleep."

"I looked through your sketchbook earlier, y'know, when you were in the shower, just flicked through it, and wow, you're a great artist."

"For the love of God, Roddy! would you please just get some sleep."

"Alright!, alright. No need to yell."

"One more word and I'm chucking you out the nearest window."

We both fell silent and managed to get some sleep, it wasn't until sunrise that either one of us awoke. As I stirred from my slumber I was face to face with the Scottish idiot. I yelped and, without realising his legs were intertwined with mine, fell off the bed with him falling on top of me, waking Roddy up in the process.

"Oh, well, morning sweetheart, did I wake ya."

"Rod, get ya damn 'Loch Ness Monster' away from me."

Rod's cheeks turned pink and he quickly looked down between our bodies before sheepishly standing up and hurrying to the bathroom, I took the chance to change into a graphic tee and some black jeans, not noticing that Piper had left the bathroom door wide open, until I heard his voice.

"Woah, so uh, all of you is bigger than normal?"

I yelped and threw one of my shirts at his face, before realising that I had thrown the shirt I was planning on wearing at him, "Wait, Roddy, I need that shirt."

He laughed before handing me back my shirt, "Uh, thank you … for …saving me last night."

"Were you even supposed to be in town?"

"Well no, but I …" He trailed off

"I can't hear you, Roddy?"

"It's nothing, really."

I continued on with my normal routine, mindful that Roddy was in the same room as me and injured. It wasn't until the phone rang that I had a problem, before I could reach the phone Roddy had already answered it.

"Who is this?"

I could hear a loud, angry voice on the phone and Piper got defensive.

"You think you're a hard man do ya?!"

Damien. That's got to be Damien, which means I am in some real trouble now. Thanks Piper, ya dafty.

"I'll get her to call ya back once you've calmed down."

He slammed the phone back into it's place and breathed out a hefty sigh.

"Kirby, is Damien your boyfriend?" He seemed instantaneously calm

I almost choked on air for a moment, "No! He's my manager, and he's like double my age. He's Vic," I paused for a moment, "He's my dad, as well as the other members of the D.O.D. We're not all his biological daughters though, just Vickie."

"So, he adopted you?"

"I guess you could say that." I avoided looking him in the eyes.

"Tell me the truth. Now!"

"Promise you won't tell anyone first."

"I won't tell a soul, now, why are you so, uptight, about who he is to you."

"First things first, my name isn't Kirby Lucifarian, it's actually Kirby Trevor."

"Oh, so Damien's not you're adoptive father, either?"

"No, my real parents are Heaven and Eric Trevor. Damien's Vickie's dad and only Vickie's dad."

"Are either one of your parents giants? or is it just you?"

"Just me, the closest person to me in height, family-wise was my uncle Rory. He's the reason I have the tattoo on my wrist."

I walked up to Piper and showed him the 'R' tattooed on my right wrist.

"So, he passed away?"

"Yeah. He died, eleven, no no, twelve years ago now, when I was Seventeen, My uncle Vaughn died a couple months later, he's why I have the lighter on my left arm, my uncle Vaughn was best known for being, in the nicest terms, a layabout smoker, and the smoke took him in the end."

"So, you have a lighter to remember a man who died by smoking?"

"Dark, I know, but uncle Vaughn would've laughed at it. Erik laughed at it when I explained it to him."

"Eric, your dad?"

"No, no, Erik, with a 'K', my old tag partner before I joined the D.O.D. I think you would've liked him."

"Really, now why would I like a guy I know nothing about?"

"Well, Erik's Scottish, He's from Edinburgh. He's tall-ish, then again I am a giant, so who am I to say what's tall, he's six-foot-five. He played the bagpipes when he was younger, he quit playing when he was twenty-three, same year we lost the tag titles."

"Rough," He interrupted "Continue, please."

"Uh, well. Erik's strong, very strong, he would compete in the Highland games and well, … I guess back then I thought I'd never leave him, until Damien gave me an offer I couldn't refuse and I left him. I had a whole life with him planned inside my head and I left it all behind, for what, cramped hotel rooms and breakfasts with André."

"You had breakfast with André the giant and you didn't tell me … You, You had a good Scottish man, and you left him, for," He gestured to the room, "all this?"

"Well I jus-"

"No," He held my jaw and looked me straight in the eyes, "You had a life, a man who obviously a close relationship with you, and you gave it up for breakfasts with André and shitty hotel rooms."

"I know I'm stupid."

"But you're not stupid, you saved me, I could have died in that hallway and you brought me in here, you stopped that bastard from killing me. I could kiss you."

"Please don't."

Sorry for cliff-hanger ending, but … END OF BLOODY, BEATEN, BRUISED or MAXIMUM EFFORT.

#Lucifarians #wrestling fic

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bbychilly · 4 years

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“How are babies born?” • Jack Grealish

Day 3 💙

“Mom” Luke sat on the couch next to you and looked seriously at you.

“Huh?” You turned off the TV and looked at your son with concern. “Everything is okay, baby?”

“Yeah. I want to ask something that I’ve been wondering about for a very long time” you never saw him so serious. “How did I appear in our family? How did my sister Elle appear in our family? How are babies born?” He looked at you with his big blue eyes and clapped his thick eyelashes, waiting for an answer.

“Oh, boy” you were completely at a loss. “Why do you want to know the answer?”

“I'm just curious” he shrugged, but didn’t stop looking at you questioningly.

“Soooo” you tried to somehow get out of the situation without answering the child's question. You just didn’t know what to answer. “You know, dad really wants to explain it to you. He’s in the garden, go to him and he’ll tell you everything.”

“And you? Why can’t you tell me?” Luke looked at you disbelievingly, as if you were hiding something.

“I have a lot to do” you tried to say as plausibly as possible, although you doubted that your boy would believe you. You just wanted to get away from the conversation.

Luke ran out into the garden. Jack was training and talking with Ben on facetime. Dad smiled when the boy ran to him and looked into the phone, waving to his uncle Ben.

“Hi, fidget” Ben said cheerfully. He was training too, like Jack.

“Hey” Luke smiled and looked at dad. “Can I ask you something, daddy?”

“Of course, babyboy” Jack put the kid on his lap and kissed the top of his head.

“How are babies born?” Luke asked seriously.

Jack looked at his son in surprise and then at his friend. Ben had a rather bewildered expression on his face and to be honest, Jack too.

“You’re going to have a tough conversation, I'll call you later” Ben winked at his friend and hung up, leaving dad and son alone.

“Why do you want to know that, buddy?” asked Jack, starting a conversation from afar.

“It’s very interesting to me. I’m already not a kid and so I want to know the truth.”

“It's too early for you to know the truth, Luke” thought Grealish and scratched his head. He urgently needed to come up with an answer, and besides, this answer shouldn’t be outright lies, because the boy is very smart, he’ll immediately guess that dad’s lying.

“Oh baby, look” Jack was really nervous because he realized that Luke was still a little boy. “When a woman meets a man” he hesitated. “No. When mommy met daddy...”

“And how did mommy meet daddy?” the boy interrupted him. He was interested in absolutely everything.

“Oh, that was the best day of my life. July 14, 2014. I accidentally bumped into your mom and spilled coffee on her. She was wearing a beautiful, and most importantly, a new white T-shirt.” Jack smiled “I realized that she would be the mother of my children. I wasn’t taken aback and invited your mom to go out with me and give me a chance to buy her a new T-shirt.”

“Wow” Luke said, resting his head on his father’s chest. The guys were sitting on the grass.

“So, when mom met dad, between them there was love at first sight. And when ‘love at first sight’ happens, a small grain is born in mom. If dad continues to love mom, then the grain grows and one day turns into a baby” Jack exhaled, wondering how plausible his story turned out.

Luke sat silently and looked at dad with clear blue eyes. He liked this story so much that he repeated again and again his father’s sentences in his head.

“So, I was a grain?”

“Yes, and Elle too” Grealish stroked his head.

“Just wow...” the boy whispered. “Why didn't mom want to tell me this story?”

“Um...” Jack was confused again. “Ah... It's just that there’s such a tradition that dad should tell this story to his children.”

“So I’ll tell this to my future kids?” Luke asked and Jack nodded. The boy was really enthusiastic about the story, although it was the most ordinary in fact. All that Jack said is true. He really fell in love with you at first sight.

You went out into the garden to your boys, carrying little Elle in your arms. The girl just woke up, so she was still yawning and biting her chubby lips.

“Who is coming to us? My little princess?” asked Jack, taking the girl from your hands and putting her on his free knee.

“I'm not little by the way” you joked.

“I was actually calling Elle a princess” Jack joked too. “Because you’re my queen and she’s my princess. By the way, I explained to Luke how are babies born.”

“Oh, it’s a tough one. You're my hero, Jack.”

“Yeah” he giggled. “A hero without a sword and without a white horse.”

“Elle” Luke gently took his sister by the small palm and looked at her smiling “Do you know that you were a grain? Just like me. You and I were two grains.”

The girl was very small, so of course she didn’t understand anything. She just put his fist in her mouth and drooled over her brother's fingers.

“Oh, Elle, are the grains drooling like you?” said Luke, wiping his hands on his father's shorts, making you and Jack laugh.

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kenmasgameboy · 4 years

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PIPSQUEAK

a kuroo x gangmember!reader

summary;

" you like to cause a bit of trouble, pipsqueak?"

" pipsqueak? seriously?"

Life for you got turned upside down after your first year at Nekoma high. Realizing it was too dangerous, your parents sent you back to live in Miyagi and attend Karasuno with your old friends. Kuroo Tetsuro, the Police Chiefs son, comes into contact with you in the most unexpected way possible, bringing trouble wherever you both go.

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Prologue.

High school was never that interesting to you. Though, you'll admit that it was a good way to help the days pass. You always found different games to help.

At first, games to you meant sneaking out of the house, slashing tires, almost getting arrested, going to parties. You had a bad reputation. You had been mixed up with all the wrong people before at your old school. But now you were going to turn your life around. Even if that means that now games to you would mean studying. Kind of.

The closest you'd probably get to your new life would be getting in trouble for minor things at school. For example, falling asleep in class was a specialty of yours. Truly, an art form. Waking up to that sweet slap of a ruler against your desk was better than any alarm clock you'd ever hear. The rush in your chest, the heat to your cheeks, the sweaty palms. Incredible. But that is it. You promised your mother that this year you would be making her proud at Karasuno. You wouldn't be hanging out with those "thugs" as she liked to call them. You would keep up, maybe pay attention, and maybe make some more real friends.

The truth was that school never felt like a real challenge to you. Sure there were plenty of difficult subjects that made you feel stupid but you always kept out of the drama, minded your business, and kept your head down. It was fine. There really was a target on your back now that you were the new girl at school though, and you had adjusted week by week meeting new people and reuniting with some old ones, too. But ultimately you decided the social system just wasn't made for you. There wasn't really a good place for you to fit in, or maybe it just wasn't comparing to the kind of family you made before.

Today was one of those days where your motivation was at its peak, you were taking good notes. Studied for a quiz, been overly diligent. Then that sweet beautiful sound of the lunch bell rang, you pulled out your food, grabbed your skateboard, and left the classroom in a bit of a hurry. As you were leaving you started to hear a conversation:

Dude, don't worry, I have it completely handled. Watch...

"(Y/N)!" Narita, your classmate called for you once you exited the room and into the hallway. He stood next to Ennoshita who looked like he would explode any second. You knew Narita, him and Ennoshita were in Class 4 with you and you really didn't have that many real friends at school but you wouldn't mind calling them that. They were some of the friends you were reunited with from middle school, they were a big comfort to you when you transferred in.

"Hey, how's it going?" You slowly walked over, trying to find your excuse to leave and take a nap without seeming impolite.

"Great, good. Thanks, yourself?" Narita answered for him and Ennoshita. He also seemed in a hurry for some reason but was much worse at covering it up.

"Pretty tired, but uh, for the most part—" You started but your sentence didn't last long.

"You should come to my party! Uh— Our party. We're having a party it would probably wake you up. It's in Tokyo! I mean—" Narita came in strong.

"Nice, buddy. You really do got this handled." Was all Ennoshita followed it up with, "Gotta go, see you guys in class."

"A party?" You laughed a little, just because these guys were anything but the partying type. You started walking and Narita was following you like a hawk, "Don't you guys have volleyball practice or something?"

"Yeah, of course. But not this Friday night! I mean technically we do but we'll be done at 6:30. Party can start at 7:30." Narita followed up, "All the volleyball guys will be there, too. We have a summer training camp in Tokyo starting on Monday so this is kind of the only day we can get everyone together. We already had our friends from Nekoma invite pretty much everyone they knew."

"N-Nekoma, huh?" Your smile wavered, "That sounds like it'll be really fun for you guys. Thanks for the invite, but I don't really know anyone on your team. Plus, I can't get to Tokyo by 7:30." You said, declining as well as you could without making your answer too suspicious.

"Well, yeah about that. Um, by 'it's in Tokyo' what I meant to say was Tokyo guys will be there. They're volleyball players, too, actually." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck and adjusting his satchel, trying his best to act cool and lean against the vending machine you were using.

"So, it's a Volleyball mixer with you guys and a bunch of guys from Tokyo but it's not in Tokyo? Where is it, then?" You asked for the elaboration, kind of liking this dancing way to get to the point.

"Yes, well and other schools in Miyagi, too. It's a lot of schools, I mean I'm talking Nekoma, Fukorodani, Aoba Johsai, Johzenji, Date Tech, Shiratorizawa.. maybe.. Inarizaki.. and more.. again maybe. But it's at Kinoshita's house. Which is still kinda far, but it has a pool! His family is loaded and they'll all be gone this weekend." Narita finally got to the point.

"Sounds like it'll be a good time for you guys. I'm happy for you, sounds like you've made a lot of friends from other schools." You cheers'd your milk to him and started walking again to find a place to eat.

"No, no. Girls will be there, too. It's kinda the whole point."

"You really have to work on your pitch." You said plainly.

"Please, I need your help (Y/N). I was put in charge of getting girls to come to this party." Narita begged, you couldn't help but let out a laugh at his desperation. In all your years of knowing him and being in the same classes you had never seen him talk to a single girl who wasn't in a group project or something related to it.

"Why you?"

"It was either me or Tanaka."

"Oh, then definitely you are the better choice." You agreed, having known just from the previous stories he's told you. "Interesting proposition. I'll think about it."

"You'll think about it and say yes?" He tried, "Every time I talk to a pretty girl I feel like I'm going to throw up, I can't talk to groups of girls and invite them to a party. But you're likable, more well known now since you're the new girl."

"First of all, rude that I don't make you want to throw up. I'm pretty, sometimes."

"Fair."

"How about, I'll say yes if you tell me who it is you have a crush on, which girl you most want at this party then I'll help out." You offered. Narita thought for a minute as you started eating your lunch.

"Fine." He nodded, "This is my duty to my boys." Then he leaned into your ear and whispered the name of the prettiest and smartest girl in your class: Ichika Yua. Ichika was going to be a tough sell.

"Alright. A deals a deal. You've given me a secret and I will do what I can do. How many girls do you need, anyway? Are we going for a 1:1 ratio or..?"

"No, these guys need a much higher chance I think. Let's try a 4:1 ratio."

"Yeah, actually you're gonna take what you can get."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now give me the rundown on your team. I don't really know any of them and I need to know for my pitches I have to do this week. And don't think because I'm doing some work means that you can slack off okay. I really only know 2nd-year girls, if you want 3rd year or 1st you have to go to them. You need to try too. Also, will there be alcohol?" You listed off your demands and were straight forward. Narita made a slow nod,

"Oh, I almost forgot. Do you know any girls from Nekoma who could come?" He asked you the dreaded question.

Yup, you were originally supposed to spend your high school years at Nekoma High School. When you were entering high school your dad got a job offer in Tokyo, forcing you to move out there after middle school. Then after everything happened, your Mom knew it was too risky to let you live out in Tokyo still and she shipped you back here to go to Karasuno and live in a small apartment by yourself. You have family friends who come to check on you and your parents visit when they can. It's not horrible, at least now you get to come back to streets more familiar.

"Um, I think the girls I knew from Nekoma aren't exactly the girls you want at a party. Besides, you should just ask your volleyball brethren to ask some girls and pull their weight. Or are they too pretty for you to talk to?" You teased Narita and knocked his head.

"Hey, girls are girls." Narita held his head from where you knocked it.

"Sure, if thats the case then the next time you see me I better be seeing some chunks."

You and Narita continued to eat lunch together that day. Until you realized you only had a limited amount of time left and had to use the bathroom before class so you excused yourself. You skated away around the outside of the courtyard with a bun in your mouth and around some of your other classmates, waving.

"Dude, uh. Who was that?" A guy with an aggressive appearance walked up to Narita, having walked past a few minutes before but stayed just to gawk.

"Huh? (Y/N)?" Narita clarified, innocently.

"(Y/N)... wow. What a beautiful name." Tanaka sighed in simp, "Is she our year?"

"Yeah, man. She's in my class. You never noticed her before? I'm surprised she was the talk of Karasuno guys for like the whole first week of this year." He laughed. "She is technically new to Karasuno this year. But she's from Miyagi, I've known her since grade school."

"My babe sensor has been reserved for Kiyoko only recently. Trying to be loyal." He humphed, "You guys a thing?"

"What? No, no." Narita laughed, "No, we've just been friends for a while. She's helping me get girls to come to the party on Friday."

Tanaka jumped up with optimism, "Yes! This is going to be the best party of our high school lives!"

"I hope so." Narita rubbed his neck to try and tame his nerves again.

"(Y/N).." Tanaka sighed again, "You know who's gonna go nuts when they get a look at her, right?"

"I know."

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medeafive · 3 years

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Blood and Stone - 21

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"This is gonna be the worst Christmas ever," Tony mutters, sanding off the edges of a piece of metal. "If we even make it till then. Doesn't look great, does it."

"Christmas?" Natasha questions. "Seriously?"

"It's December, you whale," Tony returns, wiping grease onto his forehead. "And then a new millennium. Thought that would be a lot cooler. All the tech we were gonna have, right… though you probably don't care about that in Russia, you count the years since Stalin's death or something."

"Fuck off," Natasha returns, clutching the bag of peanuts. "Like you would know that, you imperialist capitalist fat cat."

"Sounds about right," Tony admits. "So you're really going to have the monster baby, huh?"

"You don't know it's going to be a monster," Natasha says.

"And you do?" Tony questions. "Because of what, your supreme female intuition?"

"Come on, it's literally inside of me, I can tell whether it's trying to kill me or not," Natasha returns. "You looked at it once under the ultrasound."

"Yeah, you're full of pregnancy hormones, though," Tony points out. "Weird that you're so dead set on that."

"Why is that weird?" Natasha hisses. "Because I'm not the, what was it, the womanly kind of woman, not a real woman?"

Tony groans. "Oh come on, I didn't mean it like that. Nothing negative about it. Just, you're obviously not… that ."

" What ?" Natasha asks.

"You know what I mean!" Tony shakes his head. "Kind or nurturing or… soft, really. Caring. None of that's you, and I thought you knew that and were okay with that, but maybe you're not."

"Maybe I am," Natasha suggests. "But I still want that fucking baby."

"I mean, that's your business," Tony allows. "But you're kinda skipping on the job, letting us deal with the invasion of the black cloaks on our own. There, done."

She didn't even think about the black cloaks. "Done what?"

"Metal arm," Tony replies briefly, raising smooth pieces of metal. "As promised. I'll get your friend and fit it to him, and then go the fuck to sleep."

"Isn't it hurting?" Natasha asks, nibbling away at a cookie.

"Yes," James replies, not even pulling a face as Tony removes another piece of metal from his arm.

"Just give him anesthesia already!" Natasha complains. "What the fuck is this?"

"Yeah, and what, and how much?" Tony questions, putting the rusted metal plate down. "No one knows how his body reacts. I thought you'd prefer if we didn't potentially poison him."

"It's fine," James mutters. "Really."

Natasha snorts. "Oh fuck off. Don't give me that tough guy macho bullshit."

James smirks, almost grins, until Tony starts cutting out another piece of old metal. "Not gonna lie, this is gonna take a while. So brace yourself, buddy."

Natasha swallows the rest of the cookie, slipping down into more of a lying position. "Yeah, Bobbi said pretty much the same thing."

"Does it hurt?" James asks, and she could hit herself for worrying him again.

"No, no, not at all." She sighs. "Just feels weird. Bloated. I don't feel it moving, by the way, not sure why."

"I could give you an electric shock," Tony ponders. "That'd numb your arm. Probably hurts just as bad, though."

"No electric shocks," James states, no room for discussion. "Are you sure it's… fine?"

"Bobbi said so," Natasha replies, for the umpteenth time. "And I'm pretty fresh on the vampire blood, so I feel quite good, actually. Maybe it'll start kicking soon, who knows."

Tony snorts, pulling out another metal part. "Yeah, then it's over with sleeping all day long like a princess-"

The door at the back of the lab cracks open, apparently not locked, and James jumps up before Tony yanks him down again. "Hey, hey, hold still."

James sits down reluctantly, turning his face away from the door where a blonde guy is peering in carefully. He doesn't look good, popped veins under his skin, looks like inflammation as well, and very pale. "Uh, hey. Is… is Sam here?"

"Hey," Natasha replies, rearranging her shirt. "I think Sam's upstairs. I'd go check but… well."

He stares at her belly, which, yeah. "Oh. You're…"

"Yeah, long story," Natasha agrees. "Just sit down and wait, I guess, somebody will come down here sooner or later."

"Yeah, can't move right now," Tony adds. "And this guy either."

"Sure, thanks," Steve says, clinging to the door. "Just, uh- wait, Bucky?"

James cringes hard. "No, wait, he got lost years ago," Steve retreats. "50 years ago, if- wow. No, sorry- unless…"

"Steve-" James starts weakly, careful not to open his mouth too much.

"Oh gosh." Steve takes a step forward. "How did you- You look weird. Your eyes- Are you okay? How did you get here? I'm really glad to see you but you really look strange, sound strange too-"

James presses his lips together. Tony looks increasingly amused, not very helpful. "Hey Steve," Natasha interjects, pushing herself upright. "Maybe we could walk a few steps and talk a little, could we do that?"

"Uh, yes, sure," Steve agrees with surprise. "But you really don't have to get up if-"

"It's fine, totally fine," Natasha waves off, breathing deep before pushing herself up, gripping the IV. "Phew. Haven't been up in a while. Just a second. No, no, I don't need the help."

"Are you sure-" James starts.

"Yes, yes, don't worry," Natasha interrupts even though she still sees stars. "I'm not sick. Over there, could you just hold the door- yeah, thanks, that's it."

Steve holds the door open for her dutifully, chancing a look towards James who's staring at the ground. She pushes past him, dragging the IV drip with her. She's kind of forgotten how to walk so she has to do it slowly and pay attention. Her center of gravity has shifted slightly as well so she has to balance that. "Close the door, please?"

Steve rips his eyes away from James, pulls the door shut and turns to Natasha. She rubs the very tight skin of her belly. "Yeah, so, I know it's a lot for you right now, everything… I guess there's no easy way to break it to you."

"Bucky is a vampire," Steve states. "Is that- Bucky is a vampire ."

"Yes," Natasha confirms quietly. "He's a vampire. Has been for 50 years."

Steve staggers back slightly, leaning against a shelf. "Oh gosh. Is he- did he- does that mean he killed someone? Has he killed people?"

"Probably," Natasha admits. "I'm sorry."

Steve rubs over his slightly swollen face. "Did he turn- he turned people into vampires, did he?"

"Yeah," Natasha replies. "Probably a lot of people. He didn't want you to know but that wouldn't have worked for long."

" Fuck ," Steve breathes. "Sorry. But he's still- still Bucky , isn't he? He's still the same- even with the teeth and the eyes and that, even if he- did that, all of that, he must still be the same person?"

"I don't know if he's the same," Natasha replies. "I can't tell you that. But he's still a person. He's not a monster, even if he did all that bad shit."

"Oh man." Steve rubs his face again. "I don't know if I can- I need to sit down. Sorry."

"Yeah, sure," Natasha replies with amusement. "Take your time."

Steve drops onto the stretcher which creaks loudly. "But if Bucky is still- even if he's a vampire- then aren't all vampires still people? Redeemable?"

Natasha snorts. "Nah, I wouldn't go that far. He's… he's special."

Steve stares at her belly as if he only just remembered. "Wait, are you-"

"Yep."

"You're having Bucky 's baby?"

"Yeah, that's his."

"But he's a vampire -"

"It was an accident but I'm going with it. For now."

Steve rubs his eyes. "Oh man. Sorry, but- who are you again?"

"Natasha," she replies. "It's a long story."

"Steve," he replies reflexively. "Uh, I'm sorry if that was rude, I didn't mean to-"

"No, no, it's fine," Natasha assures him. "This must be pretty difficult for you. I guess I'll just go back and leave you to stomach that, take your time."

"But aren't you one of the ones who hunt and fight against the vampires?" Steve insists.

"Yeah, sure," Natasha confirms, patting her belly. "Right now, not so much. Long story. But really, we don't have to do it all right now, just sit with it for a while and come back when you're ready."

Steve closes his eyes. "Yes. Alright. Just- Bucky's under- he's not dangerous right now? He's under control?"

Great, one more guy that's worrying about her safety. "Yes, yes, don't worry about him. He's not going to hurt anyone here."

"Okay," Steve mutters. "I'm sorry, I think I need to lay down again. Thanks for telling me all that."

He really doesn't look good, greener than before. "Sure. I'm going to lay down as well. Uh, do you want something to eat? I have a lot of food over there."

"Thanks, but my stomach is not doing so well yet," Steve admits, settling down on the stretcher. "Sam brought me a lot of dry bread, so it's fine."

"Yeah, okay." Natasha opens the door again, dragging the IV drip out of the way. "If you need anything, just come over."

James and Tony are still exactly where they were before, James looking up when she closes the door behind her. "It's okay. You just need to talk to him at some point."

"Okay," James says, even though he doesn't sound okay. "Is walking really-"

"Jesus Christ, for the final time, just hold still," Tony interrupts with exasperation. "Is that so hard?"

"Maybe I could go upstairs, or even outside," Natasha ponders, settling on the bed. "Some fresh air, sunlight…"

"There's a chance that's really bad for the little vampire spawn," Tony remarks, trying to fit a shiny metal plate in. "Or for you on vampire blood. Burst into dust bad. Abortion by sunlight bad."

"Is everything that's remotely fun forbidden?" Natasha complains.

"I thought sex with vampires was forbidden," Tony states carelessly. "But apparently… oh, he doesn't like it when I mention that."

"Fuck off," James hisses.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Tony replies, picking up the next metal plate. "You're touchy about that."

Another door opens, this time the one leading to the stairs. "Hey," Clint greets. "Supposed to check in on you."

"Everything's totally fine," Natasha returns. "Could you help me up the stairs? I haven't seen anything but this room in days."

"Uh, yeah, sure." Clint rubs through his hair. "Guess I'll carry the IV thingy. Really a shame we never got that elevator."

"Yeah, really hard to get a mechanic these days," Tony mutters. "No, seriously, don't let her in the sunlight if she wants to keep that cute fangy baby."

"What?" Clint questions. "Isn't the whole point of the baby that it's inside of her?"

"You guys are weird," Natasha remarks, slipping off the bed. "Good luck with the arm, though, it looks promising."

"Why, thank you." Tony bows his head graciously. "It was a lot of work. Now, if this guy would stop fidgeting-"

"I'm not fidgeting," James hisses. "It just really fucking hurts ."

"Told you," Tony states coldly, pressing the metal plate in deeper.

"It's gonna be alright," Natasha repeats. "Okay? I'll come back down, won't be a long trip."

"Yeah, okay," James mutters, teeth gritted.

Clint holds the door open for her as she makes her way through it with the IV. The stairs look taller than ever. "Yeah, so, for the sake of your jealous boyfriend, I'd prefer if I don't have to carry you up the stairs," Clint remarks. "So take it slow and pace yourself."

Natasha snorts, gripping the railing. "He's not that jealous. Oh boy."

Clint presses a hand against the small of her back, steadying her. "You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, just wasn't pacing myself enough," Natasha mutters. "Uh, I'm sorry he said that. To Bobbi. Well, to everyone."

Clint huffs with amusement, picking up the IV and stepping up the stairs behind her. "Eh, not that big of a deal, actually. Whether she knows or not."

"Did you fight?" Natasha asks quietly. More steps. "I thought I heard screaming last night."

"We always fight," Clint replies earnestly. "Her knowing doesn't change what happened, so no big deal."

Natasha stops to catch her breath. "What do you mean, what happened?"

Clint sighs. "Look, you couldn't know that at the time, but- that really was pretty shitty on my part, from the space I was in then, and it was dumb and spiteful and literally everything she says now. I shouldn't have dragged you into the aftermath of our breakup and expected that to make the pain disappear. Whether or not Bobbi knows, I know what it was and that's enough."

"Mhm." Natasha shakes her head. "Sounds pretty dire. Do you regret it?"

Clint grins. "Eh, not that bad. Look, you almost made it upstairs, don't give up now."

Natasha snorts. "Just pacing myself. Really, don't give yourself such a hard time over the whole thing. Yeah, sure, maybe it was all that but people just do dumb shit after breakups. I know I did."

"Like sleeping with a vampire?" Clint suggests.

She would've slapped him if he hadn't ducked. "That's years apart! Nothing to do with each other! If anything, sleeping with you."

"Yeah, okay." Clint shrugs. "Guess I shouldn't ignore all the mental politics and baggage you had involved, because you clearly had. Focusing too much on my own bullshit again."

"When there's so much bullshit to go around," Natasha notes, turning to look up the stairs again. "Okay. Just a few more. We can do this."

Clint snorts. "Not to brag, but I can walk up stairs in one go."

"Oh, wow," Bobbi remarks, jumping up. "You're up?"

"Yeah, just had to move," Natasha breathes, gripping the first thing she can. "Don't worry, I'm just going to sit down right now."

Sam doesn't meet her gaze. "Wait, I'll move that out of the way," Bobbi suggests, pulling the couch table back. "You good?"

"Yeah, I'm- ow! " Natasha grips her belly with both hands, almost toppling over. "Fuck. That hurt."

Bobbi helps her lay down on the couch. "Oh yeah, don't believe the magic gift of life bullshit, it's really fucking annoying and the rest is just lying hormones. Better?"

"Yeah." Natasha breathes deeply, head dropping back, eyes closed. "Just- felt like I was going to explode."

"Nah, you're stronger than that," Bobbi replies, putting a hand on her belly. "Whoops, there we go again. Should feel less intense when you're lying down."

It does. "That thing's pretty strong, isn't it," Natasha whispers.

"Yeah, but not abnormal," Bobbi returns. "But we can look at it if you want."

"Mhm, maybe later," Natasha suggests. "I'm just going to lie here for a while. Tony's blowing around a lot of metal dust down there."

"Oh yeah, he said something about that," Bobbi replies. "Pretty interesting. Right, I wanted to check that out."

"Sure, why not," Natasha agrees. "If you're sure I'm not going to explode."

"You're not going to explode," Bobbi assures her, getting up. "Okay? Call me if you need anything."

"Will do," Natasha replies. "Uh, Clint?"

Clint, who had kind of faded into the background, takes a step forward again. "Hm?"

"Sorry but- I'm kind of hungry again?" Natasha asks carefully. "Could you...?"

Clint snorts. "You're unbelievable. I'll be right back."

"Looks like you're taken care of," Bobbi remarks, disappearing around the corner.

Sam sits down on the couch across from her, hands folded. "Hey."

Natasha closes her eyes again. "Mhm. Hey."

"Sorry I'm being awkward," Sam says quietly. "When that's exactly what you didn't want."

Natasha snorts. "Eh, it's fine. Can't pay that much attention to that sort of thing right now."

"Can't unsee and unfeel that," Sam suggests with amusement. "It'll pass."

Natasha opens her eyes. "You're not- hitting on me?"

"No, no," Sam replies quickly. "Just being awkward again and making it worse."

"See how that feels?" Natasha remarks with amusement. "Glad it's hitting you this time."

"Nah, you can have it back," Sam returns. "You were way better at not giving a fuck."

"I give way too many fucks," Natasha replies. "By the way, I talked to the frozen guy, Steve. Told him his buddy is a vampire now and all."

"Sounds fun," Sam replies. "About the baby thing too?"

"Very briefly," Natasha allows. "Maybe you should go down and talk to him, he seemed more comfortable with you."

"Honestly, it helps just to leave him alone," Sam explains. "Otherwise, you constantly come upon new things he doesn't yet know about."

"Pepper's chocolate chip cookies," Clint announces with the jar in hand. "I really don't want to cook, badger Sam about that."

Natasha snorts, taking the entire jar. "Nah, it's fine. Thanks."

"I'll make you a protein shake," Sam offers. "Minerals and all."

"Good idea, thanks," Natasha replies. "Is everyone else in bed?"

"Bruce is," Clint replies, dropping onto a chair. "Fury too. Pepper and Sharon are out on patrol."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Natasha asks, reaching deep into the cookie jar.

Clint snorts. "It's always dangerous. But if black cloaks come into our town, we'd better know soon."

Natasha pats her belly. "This is just really bad timing, isn't it?"

"Yeah, why couldn't you hook up with a vampire after we kill them all," Clint remarks sarcastically. "Really a lack of foresight on your part."

"I'm serious," Natasha insists. "I could be out there. I should be out there."

"But you can't and you aren't," Clint returns. "That's just what it is. Fretting about it doesn't help. And it's probably too late, you wouldn't be back in shape even if, you know… if you had the abortion right now."

"Clint, this is-" Natasha sighs. "This is really important to me. I know it's hard to understand but it just is."

"You're fretting again," Clint informs her. "I'm not going to tell you what to do. Just do it."

She sighs, closing her eyes. "Do it is a little much for lying around, sleeping and eating."

"Princess's asleep?"

"Yeah, the stairs must have really exhausted her."

"Your ex is way too smart for you, by the way."

"Already knew that, didn't we."

"Hence the ex."

"Oh, fuck off."

"What, you just said it yourself!"

"Still don't like you saying it."

"Yeah, the Widow's too hot for you, too, so I see how that wouldn't work."

"Not that shit again-"

"Like, she's Lara Croft. Or the chick from Resident Evil. Every guy wants that, including the vampire."

"I'll tell Pepper you said that."

"I'll tell Bobbi all the mean things you said about her after your breakup."

"...how about we don't do either of that."

"Agreed."

"Now shut up about Nat, she's a friend."

"Oh yeah, I see that."

"Jesus Christ, fuck off."

"Gotta be hard, having the vampire run around."

"They both know I don't like him, so I really don't have to bother."

"And the baby."

"Yeah, but… we all throw our hopes and expectations out every year or so, so nothing new."

"You sound really old."

"Stopped trying not to."

"You mean, when you stopped chasing the twenty-something feral cat?"

"Jesus Christ, shut up before someone hears you."

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