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Across the Street

Part 1

Summary: It's been a couple weeks since a new family moved in, across the street. You go pay them a visit with an offer.

Warnings: no smut yet... just some build-up. Miguel x f!reader (I got the pic from Twitter, the @ is @kimmy_arts0912!!) also sorry that its hella long, plot ykk (pls read a/n at end!)

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On a Sunday afternoon, you decided to go out with your friends at the mall. You hear a knock on front your door and open it. "Hey! I came here early again, didn't I?" Your friend said "Hey Ash! You motion your hand inside your house.

She takes a seat on the couch, smiling and giggling. "Heyy, why are you like that?" You furrow your eyebrows together with a grin on your face, giving her some juice.

You jolt as she stands up quickly and grips your shoulders.

"Did you see that guy across the street?!" She fans herself with her hand, exaggerating and giggling. You raise your eyebrows, not knowing who she's talking about. "No..., why? You like him?" You nudge her shoulder with yours in return. "A man like that.. can fuck my brains out!" She exclaims.

You quickly slap her thigh in response, getting a groan from her. "Fuck you do that for?!?" "My parents are home! You mumble. In shock, she covered her mouth with her hand. A few seconds later, you hear a ring from the front door.

You open your door to your whole friend group, the 5 of you in total. You greet them all in and spend a couple minutes inside before heading to the car altogether, carpooling.

"Hurry up!" One of your friends yell at the other one. Your eyes avert to what Ashley was talking about earlier, you see a big U-haul truck with multiple men pulling out furniture.

None seemed to be the man your friend described until you see a man from the huge window pane talking and motioning his hands where to place the furniture. Seems like your friend wasn't exaggerating at all. He wore a black button up shirt, some buttons loosened on top. Adjourned with some dark grey work pants that fit between some-what tight and loose.

What really caught your eyes were his glasses, sitting perfectly on his nose bridge. As he looked around his surroundings, he caught your gaze and gave a small grin. You snap out of it and return back to reality and enter the backseat, engine starting and loud booming music playing.

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You sit down with your legs crossed over the other, waiting for the waiters to take the group's orders. You rest your chin on your palm, sighing. One of your friends seem to notice.

She touches your shoulder, "Something up?" She asks. You nod your head, resting it on her shoulder. "Yeah... my parents told me I have to start paying rent to stay at the house." You let out another breathy sigh. "I mean I don't even know how I'm going to manage when I'm focusing on paying back my student debt from last year and with my one job not being enough.." You muttered softly.

Your other friends eavesdrop and reassure that it'll be fine and to not pressure yourself into becoming a total workaholic. you let out a small laugh and the waiter finally heads towards your table.

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The next morning you wake up with a bad hangover, only remembering your friends' went to a club and its a blur after that.

You get up and change your bed sheets and take a relaxing shower. As your in your bed with your laptop working on your AP classes, your mom barged in.

"Get your ass up and do something! I'll be making you pay rent by the end of the month!" She raised her tone at you, annoying your peace.

"Mom, I'm already busy with paying my student debt from last year with my on-going job right now!" You exclaim back. "I've applied to other places for a job, they keep rejecting me." Your mom gave you nothing but a scoff and a cold glare. "Are you positive you've looked everywhere for a job nearby?!" She stepped into your room further.

You nod your head, annoyed how she always had an attitude with you.

"Well it looks like you didn't look close enough, the new neighbor across the street is looking for a babysitter." She said while touching your posters, eyeing the window.

"How do you know?" You asked. "He posted an obvious sign outside his front yard 3 days ago." Your mom sighed. "Look.. just give that one a try or move somewhere else with your friends." She's finally out of your bubble.

You groan and place your head on your laptop as you closed it. You slip into your shoes and head downstairs and walk across the street. "Seriously, what a nagging bitch.." You mumble under your breath and ring the doorbell.

The door opens sooner than you expected, facing a tall figure towering over you. It's him.

"May I help you, Ms?" He raised his eyebrow, expecting a response from you.

Finally being infront of him hit you like a stone brick, your vocal chords thrown out the window. You clear your throat. "Good morning, I don't mean to be a bother to you but I heard you're wanting a babysitter..?"

"Oh yeah, that reminds me..are you available later in the afternoon? If not, tomorrow if you're not." He gave off a small smile. "For afternoon, yes but if you don't mind me asking what for?"

"Oh sorry," he places one of his hands on his hip, other on the back of his neck. "For an interview, just want to do a small background check, that okay with you?" He tilts his head to the slide, letting a subtle smile stretch across his lips.

You nod and shake his head, heading back home.

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You walk up to his door to knock and check your phone. 4:05 p.m. You avert your eyes at him as he opens the door, smiling and greeting you inside. Miguel remains standing while you take a seat. He looks at you, studying your face, your movements, and the way you sit down. Once you make yourself comfortable, he sighs, looking away.

"Can I take a look at that?" He asked and you slide the folder file his way. He nods a couple times as he flips through the papers and starts typing on his computer.

"Do you have any experience with taking care of babies?"

He asks quietly.

"Yeah, I always babysat when I was in highschool."

He nods, seeming satisfied with the answer you gave. Miguel was quiet for a few moments, his mind going over a few things. He eventually speaks, and when he does, his voice sounds almost like a whisper.

"Could I trust you with taking care of my daughter then? With her safety and everything?"

He was quiet again.

"She's... very precious to me. I don't want her to get hurt."

"Yes of course! I would gladly take great care of her for you sir." You responded politely.

"Very well then."

He remains silent, looking at you for a moment longer, thinking about what to say next. The man then nods and starts talking again.

"She's five, and her name is Gabriella. She's a little angel... and she's mine."

Miguel took a breath and sighed, rubbing his face.

"She'll be home in a couple hours; I'll be gone..she's at her mother's house right now. I was planning on telling her that she'll have a babysitter, so she'll be excited."

He starts walking but then stops again. He then looks at you again and nods, as if he was thinking of something.

"Oh, I just need to set some rules and expectations for you to stick by, if you don't mind."

Miguel waits for you to acknowledge his words.

Your face turns a soft red, "Sorry, I was just spacing out but yeah of course." You smile back.

Miguel chuckles when you say you space out, and nods to acknowledge your answer.

"That's completely fine."

"First rule; you're responsible for her safety while I'm gone. No strangers can come in and stay, no party, etc." He seems to be thinking of more rules to add, taking a moment.

"Second; be nice to her. She's young and is easily scared or sad. So be kind."

He nods as if he finished, but then goes silent again.

"Third; no boys allowed without my permission. It's a rule for everyone, honestly." You continuously agree to his terms.

Miguel nods, still looking at you. His eyes seem to take a quick glance down at your clothes, studying you once again. He seemed to stare at your body as his gaze moved across your clothes; he didn't care that he was staring at you.

"I think that's it. Any questions?" "Nope!"

"Very well." Miguel nods, as if he was satisfied with the answer you gave.

"Then you will begin your babysitting job tonight when Gabi is here..." He pulls his cell phone and looks at the time on the screen before looking back at you.

"...in 2-3 hours. She'll be excited to see you, so make sure to make her smile." Miguel smiles at you and nods once again.

Miguel's eyes go back to your body, his gaze slowly moving across your curves from top to bottom. He then looks away.

"You will also find two numbers on the fridge; mine and the number for our family doctor. They are for emergencies."

Miguel then crosses his arms.

"That's all I have to say. Gabriella will be here in two hours. She'll knock three times before entering, okay?"

"Got that," you noted mentally.

Miguel nods one more time. "Alright, I'll be gone then. Don't worry, Gabriella is very easy to take care of."

He smiles and starts walking to the front door again. Before leaving, he waits to see if you had anything to add.

"See you tomorrow then Ms." You shoot a smile at him and head to the door first, which unexpectedly you stumble over a Barbie doll car. You stop from tripping onto your knees as you feel calloused hands brush over your waist, slightly gripping onto your skin. His hands around your waist made you shiver, the small skin to skin contact emitting some heat to your core.

You regain your posture quickly, embarrassed of yourself. "I'm sorry.." You blurt out. "Its fine really, Gabi tends to leave a trail of her toys around the house", he laughs lightly. "Ah okay...see you tomorrow then Mr.." You wait for his response. "Mr. O'Hara is fine." He says before shutting the door.

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a/n: srry its pretty long, you guys can tell me down in the comments if you want a part 2 or if you'd like this to be a slow burn but somewhat fast? leave any tips!! ty :3

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Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 3

You guys!!! Thank you so much for all of the love so far! I makes me so happy to see people liking the story so far. Here is Chapter 3! xoxo, Dany <3

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Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader Word Count: 2.6k CW: Prostitution, Slowburn, mentions of panic, anxiety, depression, hurt/comfort, bullying, slight manipulation

The next morning, light started to drift through the curtains of Lucifer's room again, like they did every morning. But something about this morning felt... different.

Lucifer felt himself return to the waking world, and his eyes fluttered open and he felt... actually kind of awake, for once? Lucifer sat up with a bit of confusion, partly from how he felt and partly due to realizing he was still in his mostly unbuttoned shirt and trousers from the previous day. Looking around, he tried to remember what all had happened the night before.

Seeing his bowtie on the floor, hat on a random table, and his jacket hug up on the mirror, he remembered that something different had happened the night before, but it was fuzzy. Eventually his eyes caught sight of a small note card that was left on his bedside table. He picked it up and read it.

'Thank you for inviting me to share the evening with you, for all it's ups and downs. It was an honor. You are welcome to call on me again if you are ever in need of company of any sort. Best Wishes, (y/n)'

Upon reading your name, Lucifer started to remember scenes of interaction from the night before. His first view of you near the door, kissing your hand, walking you into his room, you on top of him in your lace lingerie, you beside his bed with eyes full of concern, you holding out your arms as he ran into your hug, and the comforting darkness of your embrace as tears ran down his face while he slipped into slumber.

'Oh my god... Did I just cry myself to sleep in her arms? I hired a prostitute and all I did was fall asleep in her arms? Crying?! How pathetic am I?' he thought to himself. He looked back down at your beautiful handwriting, the way the letters curved and twisted, a small heart over the i in "Wishes", and thought about how gentle your eyes had looked when he was in so much pain. Such warm and comforting eyes. How his mood had shifted, and on a dime, it seemed that so did yours when you could tell something was wrong. Was that real concern? Or were you just acting? Honestly, if it felt that good... did he really care which one it was?

For once, he felt like he had actually slept, that he was more alert, not perfect, but something had improved after the last night. That did not feel like a coincidence. Something about being with you last night make him feel better, and he wanted more. He wasn't sure about sexual intimacy at this point, since something about that had seemed to set him off, but the comfort was nice. Would she be willing to come over again just to comfort and hold him like that?

He read the note again, 'You are welcome to call on me again if you are ever in need of company of any sort.' Company of any sort. Any sort. Anyyyy sortttt... But what did she mean by that?! Did she mean like, 'I'm here for you no matter what! We can hang out, we can talk, you can cry, we can fuck, just whatever! I'm your gal!' or did she mean like 'I'm down for whatever, hot stuff~, wink wink, nudge nudge, *insert lude hand gestures here*'

Lucifer would spend much of the next hour thinking way to hard about that one line of text you had written, mumbling to himself as he took a shower, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, got dressed, and once he got a look at himself in the mirror.

"Mayyyybbeeee... I'm thinking way to hard about this and she is just, I don't know, wanting to give me whatever support I need. What do you think about that!" he said to his mirror-self dramatically. He stared at his reflection for a minute before deciding to agree with himself on his last statement.

"That's what I thought" he said smiling and nodding to the mirror version of himself. "Now onto the next question... how long do I wait before requesting her again without looking like a total fucking creepy loser."

That question... would consume him for the majority of the afternoon, only to be quickly interrupted by the realization that he never paid you for the night before, which briefly gave him something else to panic about.

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You on the other hand, woke up and started the day the same as you always had, in your tiny room that you had been renting over the brothel. Most of the other girls from the Lounge also lived there, it wasn't required but it was easier in some ways, mostly for the nights that you had so many clients throughout the day that your body hurt and you could barely move.

It was not so great most of the time, it was loud and cramped, smelled of drugs and cigarettes, you could often hear the sounds of sex from the Lounge below, and some of the girls would try to steal shit. To minimize that, you just tried not to have a lot in your apartment other than a bed, a couch, a small table with a tv, and one of the best safes in hell that you could get your hands on the would fit in your small space for your money. It wasn't much, but it worked.

As you got up and started on your morning routine, your thoughts drifted back to Lucifer from the previous night, and wondered how he was doing. You weren't used to thinking about clients after you were off the clock with them, but you also weren't used to watching them have a panic attack and then cry themself to sleep in your arms. Or you know, being the most powerful being in all of hell for that matter either.

Something about that felt, soft, and nice. It made you feel like you did something possibly worthwhile for once. Who knows if it made an impact on him, or if he would even remember or care about you once he woke up, but something in you prayed that it did. How odd it was to think about that you had not just comforted a normal demon, but the King of Hell, a former high ranking angel, someone who had probably seen God or the highest orders of Heaven. It almost felt like it shouldn't be possible for angels to cry, surely they were not meant to know such pain? And yet, here was one, full of pain and torment probably beyond your understanding. It made you sick just thinking about it.

But that was not for you to concern yourself with, who knows if you would ever see him again. Plus, you had today's clients to focus on. Another day, another dollar. 'Hey, hey, hey, fuck my life.'

You head downstairs to find Cynthhhhia waiting with a shit eating grin on her face once she sees you, giving you a sinister laugh. You roll your eyes.

"Tch. What's got you in such a good mood this morning?" you scoff.

"Larry's been looking for you. You're in trouble," she says with venom in her voice.

Your chest tightens. Oh shit. What could it be? Did you miss your day to clean the dressing rooms? Did Lucifer call and complain about something you did? Were you gonna get fired? You try not to show it on your face, but you do stop walking.

"Why do you say that?" you say, trying to hold an even tone.

Cynthhhhia laughs with a hiss, "Apparently, someone forgot to get a payment from a certain customer last night."

'Fuuuckkkkkk!'

God damn it. You were so focused on taking care of him through his panic attack, then he fell asleep, and you completely forgot to ask for your payment. It also didn't seem appropriate at the time. You could work with this though.

You just laughed and flipped your hair, Cynthhhhia's expression shifted to confusion.

"Ohhhh haha, well ya, I mean that happens sometimes when you just fuck someone so good that they pass out, right? I mean we have all been there," you say giving her a big grin. Cynthhhhia's face changes to her normally prissy annoyance.

"Oh! Have you never had that happen? Oh, well. You'll get there." you smugly walk past her as you pat her on the shoulder. Cythhhhia aggressively shrugs off your touch and hisses as you walk past her. "I'll just go find him now, thanks for the heads up girlypop. Kisses!"

Nailed it. You loved shutting that bitch up, but you always wish it didn't have to come to that. But she wasn't the only one who could play a mean girl, you were just smarter about it. Now to go find Larry and put on a good show for him too.

You put on a panicked look and start to run around the brothel, asking around for Larry. After a few minutes, you find him out in the lobby, chatting with some patrons. You make eye contact with him, give a relieved smile and run to him.

"Darling, there you are! I've been looking all over for you!" you exclaim with your biggest sweetest smile.

"Babydoll! Excuse me fellas, I'll be right back," the pig-man says as he moves past the group of men he was standing with to meet you half way across the room. "What's going on? I didn't see a payment from your customer last night, and that's not like you," he said with concern in his voice, but not like a genuine type of concern. It was the type of concern that you had come to know as 'You better be giving me a good reason as to why I didn't get my money.'

You pouted and tried to look flustered, "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry! I just had such a good time and we got so into such a rough and dirty night of kinky sex that, I accidently fucked him so hard that he passed out! I didn't know what to do, so I just came back home and hoped you would be able to help me figure it out. I'm really sorry for getting so carried away," you finish with a bat of your eyes.

Ugh, you hated your own fake, ditzy, whiny voice, but you knew Larry was a sucker for it, and it normally got you out of some uncomfortable situations. Larry's face morphed into a smile and he let out a boisterous laugh before giving you a pat on the shoulder.

"Aww that's my girl! You know what, he's a first timer. So I'll cut him some slack for today. If he doesn't get me a payment by tomorrow, I'll give him a call, give him a day to recover from the high. Hopefully I won't have to send the Sharks after him!" he gave you a nudge in the ribs and you laughed along with him.

You were thankful that he bought your story, but you hoped that this wasn't going to cause trouble for Lucifer. Larry was friends with some of the Loan Sharks, and sometimes he told stories about the aggressive lengths that they would go to in order to get their money back, or take out the people that didn't pay. But, it wasn't your fault that Lucifer had forgotten to pay. Plus, you did not anticipate how last night was going to go, and you don't normally ask for payments at the beginning of the first meeting, that felt tacky to you.

Luckily, your worries were extinguished a few hours later. After your first few clients of the day. Larry came to find you again with a big grin on his face.

"Well, looks like we didn't need to worry, Mr. 'Lance' night came through with payment and an apology for not remembering to pay last night," Larry boasted with a sharp grin.

You try to hold back your surprise, "Oh? Did he come in to drop it off?"

Larry waved a hand, "Naw, he sent some lackey of his, all snooty and fancy like 'I was sent on behalf of Lance to give you his payment for last night and an apology for not paying after the appointment last night due to being incapacitated. He promises that this will not be an issue with future appointments' blah blah blah" he laughed, dropping the mocking pompous tone he used to mock the "lackey".

You laughed along with him, but internally you were caught up on the last part about "future appointments", was that a paraphrase? Or did the messenger actually say that?

"Ah, so does it some like I've secured a new repeat customer?" you ask, trying not to sound too excited.

"Sounds like it! I asked if he had wanted to schedule for his next appointment, but his lackey didn't seem to know. Said he would probably be in touch at some point. Oh also, here is the tip he left for you," he smirked. Larry slid your tip into your hands and headed off to pester one of the other girls for something.

Your heart fluttered. Lucifer wanted to see you again, possibly, and that made you feel good. You normally didn't care what customers thought of you, but you thought it made sense that this was an exception. This was the King of Hell himself. Who knows how he will want to interact with you this next time around, but you figured you should be prepared for both possibilities of comforting and sexual intimacy. Not something you needed to figure out right at that moment.

You then looked down at the money in your hand, and your eyes went wide at the amount of money in your hands.

Wait, holy shit. What?!

The tipped amount that was in your hands was more than you had ever seen at one time. This was probably the same amount the you would usually get tipped in a week, let alone from one client.

You quickly tucked away the money under your arm and made your way up to your room to hide the money in your safe. You did not trust anyone except Larry knowing how much you would be making in tips from 'Lance' if this was going to be a regular thing. Especially, Cynthhhhia and her hoard of goons.

As you got to your room, closed the door, and started to count through the money, you smiled. He didn't need to tip you this much, you don't know why he did, but it made you feel good. You didn't feel fully comfortable seeing this as confirmation of any sort of building blocks of connection, but it didn't feel like it was a negative sign either.

You didn't hear anything else for a few days, but soon Larry notified you that 'Lance' had called again to meet with you, scheduled for a week after your first meeting at happened. Larry also relayed a message from 'Lance', requesting that he "really liked that thing you did at the end of the night, and would really like more of that if it was possible." You smiled and nodded.

Larry asked what it was you had done at the end of the night, you replied with only a finger up to your lips, a wink, and the statement, "A magician never reveals her secrets."

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Suffocation: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 Part 4 / (ao3) (wattpad) Warnings: Smut Wc: 5, 648 Summary: As you try and get your life together, the students and Gojo prepare a surprise for you. Once revealed, you call Gojo to your new bedroom as a thank you.

When Yuji woke up for coffee, the last thing he expected to see was his teacher passed out on the living room couch. 

Blinking, he froze, beginning to tip-toe closer to Gojo. 

“Itadori-” Megumi started calling loudly as he walked in. 

“Shh!” Yuji lunged at Megumi to try to cover his mouth with one hand while simultaneously pointing urgently to the couch. Of course, they were about to play another prank when the opportunity had been given to them on a silver platter. Neither could remember the last time Gojo fell asleep anywhere but in his bedroom. 

The students stealthily crept to the couch, peering over the top, only to fall completely silent. They found you cuddled underneath Gojo. 

Had you actually fallen asleep like that? Yuji pondered. Gojo was practically suffocating you with how tight his hold was, both of your necks bent in discomforting ways and multiple limbs hanging off the couch. It seemed there was an attempt for a blanket, but it was folded onto the floor, no longer covering either of you. 

Why were you there and not in your new room? Yuji was about to ask until he saw Megumi gesture to the coffee table, which had been moved from its usual spot. There was a half-drunk bottle of expensive scotch. The television was still on, only flashing the loading screen, and your phone and purse were on the floor. 

Gojo got you drunk? 

Megumi facepalmed, realizing at the same time. 

“Sensei!” Yuji whisper-yelled, nudging a passed-out, practically snoring Gojo. 

“Hmm?” He grumbled, shifting slightly, causing you to stir with an exhausted moan. 

“Sensei did you get my sister drunk?” Yuji asked, tone more firm. 

Gojo snapped his head up at the question, the blindfold almost ripping off. He then realized you were beside him, chest rising and falling in long, lazy breaths. Two half-drunken glasses of water were on the table, and some articles of clothing, along with your purse, were strewn across the floor. It looked worse than it was, as you were both still fully clothed. 

If Gojo had his way, you would be in his bed, and neither of you would’ve been interrupted. But…some things were better to wait for. 

“Huh,” Gojo whispered, looking confused. “I guess we passed out.” 

Both of the students pretended not to notice the visible hickey on your neck, which became apparent from the way you were almost falling off the couch. 

Before another reply could be rebutted, Nobara’s whistle echoed down the hallway, and she turned in, oblivious to the reason for the silence. 

All three males turned toward her with wide eyes. She stopped abruptly, spotting you first, eyes scanning the suspicious environment left in disarray. 

“Did you have sex with Yuji’s sister?” She rolled her eyes as if it was obvious and predictable. 

“No!” Gojo jolted upright, scrooping you into him with one arm so you wouldn’t actually fall to the floor. “I swear on my clan for christ’s sake!” 

That was what finally startled you awake. A gasp of annoyance left your lips, and then you groaned. There was too much noise and stifled giggles that were all too familiar. As your eyes opened, it took you a moment to realize that Gojo’s arms were wrapped around you. Your head turned from his flustered expression to your brother’s confused face, hovering right in your field of vision. 

“Yuji?” You pushed yourself away from Gojo. Nobody said a word as you sat up, stretching your arms out and yawning. The light was a bit much, but nothing you couldn’t handle. After all, you had proven yourself worthy by outdrinking Gojo, and you would wake up gracefully. Your satisfaction quickly dissolved as you glanced at your brother with concern, seeming to overlook the evidence surrounding you. 

Maybe you were still a bit drunk because it took you a moment to realize that you had, in fact, made out with Gojo on the couch last night. The blush didn’t reach your cheeks, though, because you were more focused on Yuji and what he needed. 

“Did something happen?” You asked your brother when you received no reply. 

“What happened is that you are sleeping with Gojo!” Nobara shouted, on the verge of laughing. 

You glanced at Gojo, who was undoubtedly smirking beside you. His hair was fluffy and uncombed, his shirt practically twisting around his torso. Why did he look so smug and handsome?

An array of excuses was building up inside you, and so was the embarrassment. But as you stood up, blinking blearily, you turned back to your brother. “So nothing’s wrong?” You asked again for good measure. 

Yuji shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek to stop the laugh bubbling in his throat. “No—um—I’m just surprised.” 

You deflated at his words. “Thank God.” 

“Just…” Megumi managed to speak. All he seemed was annoyed and inconvenienced. But even you noticed there was a teasing glimmer in his eyes. “Don’t do this again.” 

“It smells like booze and Y/N’s perfume in here,” Nobara grumbled. 

You tittered nervously, still somewhat unbalanced. Glancing around the common room, it finally registered how much of a mess you left it in. “I’m sorry, guys. It won’t happen again.” 

“Awe, c’mon Y/N we had so much fun though!” Gojo whined, falling back and spreading out along the couch. 

You shook your head in laughter, reaching down to throw the blanket back on the couch, aiming specifically for Gojo’s crotch. “How about I make you guys breakfast?” You suggested, ready for any distraction. 

“Yes please!” All three students and one teacher replied in unison. 

Yuji plucked the glass of stale water from the table and handed it to you. “Drink some water first,” he said. 

Sighing, you took the glass from him and obeyed. 

At least there was something easy you could do to mend things. 

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Music emitted softly from a speaker on the counter as you slaved away in the kitchen. You tried your best to fry the eggs, season them correctly, and cook them until the yoke pooled over the rice and sausage. 

The actions were simple, yet the gesture had never been done with such care. You were also surprised when the students helped set the table, when they helped wash the dishes, and when they all thanked you as you portioned the food onto their plates. Gojo lingered behind to finish cleaning the mess, insisting you eat with them while he took care of it. 

The atmosphere was peaceful. You watched them inhale the food, savor the cooking, and swear it was godly compared to the cafeteria food they were accustomed to. 

“It’s great, Y/N.” Gojo leaned in beside you, waving his chopsticks in front of your face, teasing, raising a clump of egg to his blindfold as he studied the flecks of pepper visible along the whites. “Should I make you the designated lunch lady?”

“Knock it off.” You rolled your eyes. It was a basic breakfast that anyone could make. But maybe they had been desperate for a home-cooked meal. Gojo definitely didn’t seem the type to cook much.

“He’s right, it’s awesome!” Yuji mumbled through a mouthful. “The sausage is juicy.”

“Close your mouth,” Megumi huffed under his breath.

“I want seconds!” Nobara cheered, seeming to eat more than all the boys combined.

The compliments ensued throughout the meal, and their gratitude lingered in your mind as you retreated to the library to make those much-needed phone calls back home. Gojo and the students quickly scattered, presumably for class and training. 

Slumping onto a sofa, you pulled out your laptop. Your gut instinct assured you were making the right decision, but the hassle must be dealt with. You called your friends to update them on your location and promised to visit soon. Next was your workplace, where you formally quit. The conversations took hours, and as you glanced out the window, you saw the sun barely peeking above the horizon. 

All that remained was your landlord. Your apartment was all that tied you back to the city, and your throat tightened as you called the leasing office. As it rang, you discerned the feelings of abandonment only rose out of fear. The end of your old life only promised new beginnings. A new, better life awaited you. No more frivolous paperwork to finish by a specific deadline or late nights cooped up by your apartment window with a mediocre view of Tokyo’s nightlife. No more loneliness, wishing for just an hour to nap under a cherry blossom tree, no more walking with your head down to ignore the curses that littered the streets.

Nothing seemed to matter about that city anyway, not since your parents died. There was nothing left for you there anymore. Though it was modest, what your heart had been searching for was now surrounding you, and you would be a fool to let it slip by. 

“Hello?” Your landlord’s voice interrupted your spiraling thoughts. 

“Yes, hi Mr. Tanaka. It’s Y/N from apartment 302. I just wanted to talk with you about terminating my lease early. I know there’s a few months left before renewal—”

“Y/N,” he interrupted you, but with a laugh. “Everything has already been taken care of.” 

You paused in confusion. “What do you mean?” 

“A gentleman and your brother stopped by a few hours ago and took care of the paperwork. Congratulations on your new teaching job! Tokyo Metropolitan is a prestigious university from what I’ve heard.” 

“Oh!” You blinked. “Why, thank you." Your mind raced at the revelation. Why had nobody told you? What about all your things? 

"Well, if everything's taken care of..."

“Yes, everything is settled, Y/N. Take care.” Then, your landlord hung up. 

Flustered, you stuffed your laptop into your bag and rushed through the library and toward the dormitory. You were so confused and slightly afraid of what you would find. 

As you entered the dormitory, you were shocked that nobody was around. There never seemed to be many, but it was utterly silent. Only the sound of your sneakers pattering against the wooden floors as you approached your door. Were they pulling a prank on you? There was no way they could do it all in a couple hours. Not when they had lessons and… 

Turning the lock, what you found inside the makeshift apartment was all of your things from your old home, and all of the things Gojo purchased for you still sprawled across the bed. Tears immediately gathered in your eyes as you walked around and noticed your most cherished items. The picture frames, your record player, and all your albums. The closet was full of clothes, and your vanity was tucked away in the corner. You didn’t have much to begin with, but it was still overwhelming. 

Approaching your bed, you saw your two most cherished pictures displayed by your lamp—both sets of your parents. You picked up one of them, and you saw younger you with your biological parents, your mother with a pregnant belly, and you flashing a joyful, toothless grin beside her.

Before you could stop them, a tear escaped your eye and splattered against the glass frame. It was beautiful, it was so kind. All of this was, and you were unsure if you deserved it. Nobody had ever done something like this for you. 

“Guys… She’s crying?” You heard Nobara whisper nervously from somewhere in the hallway, followed by frantic shushing. 

You turned around and saw the three students and Gojo emerging from their hiding spots. You began to cry harder, pressing the picture frame against your chest. “What-” You could barely speak, reaching up to wipe the tears on your cheek with the back of your hand. 

“Do you not like it, Y/N?” Yuji approached you cautiously, frowning. 

“N-no, that’s not it,” you assured, smiling through the gasps of attempted composure. "I love it, Yuji,” you sniffled, reaching out with one arm and pulling him into a hug. “Thank you so much,” you whispered into his hair. 

He squeezed you back in return, and Nobara approached you with a tissue box. 

“God, this is embarrassing.” You tittered, taking it from her and nodding with thanks. “How did you do all of this?” 

“Obviously, I teleported everything here,” Gojo said with a confident flare, leaning against the door frame. “The kiddos organized everything for you.” 

“Don't worry, Y/N, I was in charge of the clothes and makeup.” Nobara grinned proudly. 

“Thank you,” you chuckled, giving her a genuine smile in return. "I don’t think the boys would know what to do with it anyway.” You glanced over to Megumi and Yuji. Even Megumi was smiling softly. 

You walked over and set the picture frame and tissue box back down. It shocked you that they somehow read your mind and wasted no time making sure you were as comfortable there as possible—and you didn’t even have to ask. 

“Well now that I’m free…” You sat down on the bed. “Did you guys wanna do anything?” 

“We were gonna watch a movie if you want to join.” Megumi offered. 

“A Jennifer Lawerence movie, specifically!” Yuji pumped his fists in excitement. 

“Perfect, she’s one of my favorite actresses."

“No way!” Yuji gasped. “You definitely are my sister!” 

Everyone laughed as Gojo ushered them out of your room, telling them to pick out the movie and make some popcorn. They rushed to the common room, seemingly racing for the best spot, some light bickering echoing down the hall. Smiling as you watched them, you suspected Gojo to linger behind. But as he began to turn around and follow, you meekly called out his name. 

He stopped immediately, turning with an all-knowing smirk, his eyebrows raised in amusement. 

“Come in and shut the door.” 

“Oh?” He hummed, obeying your orders and letting the door click shut softly behind him. “You wanna show me how grateful you are?” 

Gojo knew what he wished for wasn’t what you were referring to, but he couldn’t help but tease you. He loved making you flustered, and he wouldn’t lie that he’d been thinking of the way you moaned his name last night all fucking day. Making you happy had somehow become his top priority, and he was satisfied to see your tears of elation over his gesture. 

He would take any form of thanks you wanted to give him. 

You looked like an angel, even after crying. Even as you rolled your eyes, pushing yourself up from the bed, he was entranced and frozen, unsure of what you would do. 

Glancing up at him briefly, you threw your arms around him. “Thank you,” you whispered against his chest. His arms encircled you in return, and his head rested on top of yours until you pulled away. You didn’t pull far, though, just enough to tilt your head up and find his lips. 

Gojo kissed you back softly, and before you could part your lips, he dipped you down. 

You squeaked in response at the sudden weightlessness, then giggled when he smoothly transitioned you into a twirl. His hand was on the small of your back, guiding you back into him as another kiss was shared between the two of you. It was filled with all the passion you could give, and you could feel your resistance dwindling away from the taste of him, his smell, and the way he held you. 

A tender, innocent moment that made you suspect he was truly a romantic at heart. Of course, some part of Gojo had to be. Even if you didn't know everything about him, there were attributes you could decipher. Not just from what he'd already done for you, or how he treated you, but from the essence of his soul. 

It all seemed too good to be true. And, of course, you would only be sure once you could view his soul yourself. But, his presence had demanded your attention at first glance. Your intuition fluttered, and you were so drawn to him that it felt like you would suffocate without him by your side. 

You needed him. You needed to know everything about him and more. It was scary how deeply you were already intertwined with the sorcerer. It felt so innocent, so surprising, and genuine. But, there was another layer you craved to explore. And it was the feeling that jolted through your body as his hands caressed your hips, daring to reach lower. 

Humming blissfully, your lips rested against the shell of his ear, exhaling hot against his neck, teasing him so much that he almost shivered. “What would you like as your prize?” You purred that fateful amorous question.

Gojo smirked at your sudden boldness, the innocence leaving his touch from the tone in your voice, seeming to grant him the access he was desperate for. He didn't need to say anything in reply, understanding your intent from the look in your eyes, half-lidded and hedonistic. 

The kids were just down the hall, but... Gojo needed to indulge for a moment to feel you, a glimpse, a taste—anything you allowed. 

"You are my prize," Gojo whispered, hands reaching out to paw at your ass, desperate to pull you closer, like an inch was too far and he was in a trance. "Anything you want to give me." 

A foreign type of haziness overtook you as Gojo’s hands moved forward on your body, one hand brushing over your nipples that peaked through the tank top you were wearing. At the same time, the other dipped lower, finger curling around the hem of your pants. 

“Just let me have a taste,” he grunted softly into the crook of your neck. His hard-on pressed into your thigh, just above the spot of you that was pulsating vehemently. “I’ll be quick, princess.” 

“Gojo…” you gasped as he sucked lightly on your neck. And like the first time, your thighs instinctively squeezed together as all your desire pooled in the pit of your stomach. “I don’t know…” 

“Yeah?” Gojo chuckled against the shell of your ear. The bashfulness you exuded was just too damn cute, even if your bodily reactions claimed otherwise. “If you’re sure,” he whispered, beginning to pull himself off you. “I just wanted to give you a present before my trip.” 

His words didn’t fully register to you. Instead, you tugged him back down, mending your lips with his before he could tease you further. 

“Shut up~” You pleaded, trying to kiss him again until you felt him shift, moving you backward and pressing you against the wall. 

Gojo pinned you there, smirking to himself before reaching for your pants and pulling them down just below the curve of your ass. The sight of your underwear and what he craved to see underneath them caused his breath to quicken. All he could think about was kissing you again, and that's what he did. 

"Are you sure?" He asked, peppering kisses across your jawline and down your neck. Anything to please you, anything for you to give him a chance. 

"Y-Yes..." you whimpered under a hush. You couldn’t believe it was happening but refused to stop him. He was so rough and commanding with it, but he was also gentle and quiet. It only made you crave him more as he pulled your pants all the way down and waited for you to kick them aside. 

Obeying, you tried to suppress your moans as you felt Gojo's hands trail down between your thighs. Hesitant at first, he beckoned you to spread your legs farther apart to give him access. 

And once you did, you felt his finger flick softly against your clit, through your panties, before slowly teasing against the hemline of your underwear and pulling them aside. A low hum of approval left his lips at the sight of your core. 

“Pretty girl,” Gojo whispered, beginning to rub your clit in slow, smooth circles, satisfied to know you didn't need a warm-up and that you wanted his touch just as severely. Feeling the dampness, he smirked before smashing his lips against yours. You kissed him back just as harshly, one of your legs lifting to wrap around his waist, bringing his core closer to yours. He ground into you once before his fingers pushed your panties aside, then spreading your lips apart. 

The thought of him inside of you was enough to make you go crazy. 

As if hearing your thoughts, he teased you with excruciatingly slow and gentle strokes.” So wet for me already~” He hummed as you slacked against him, trying your best to be quiet.

 One of his fingers pushed inside of you. 

“G-Gojo…” you whimpered. 

“You know my name, princess,” he replied, shoving his finger deeper, curving it inside, and forcing you closer to him. 

“Satoru,” you pleaded, flush against his toned body, his hands violating you completely. All you could think to do was paw at his building length. It was bigger than you suspected. You gripped him, almost falling to your knees. You wanted him so bad; you wanted all of him. 

He inserted another finger, pumping them both out quickly, causing you to bite your lip. It felt so good, and you were so close already. It had been a long time since you’d been this intimate, been so ready to receive an orgasm. 

One hand was supporting your waist, while the other fucked you dumb, your shoulders pressed against the wall, utterly helpless to his advances. He had you right where he wanted you, about to get you to cum from his fingers alone before he was the one that fell to his knees. 

"H-hey!" You whined quietly in protest.

His tongue flickered out against your folds. You jolted with euphoria, staring down at the position you had put the most powerful sorcerer in. 

Mouth against your pussy, as if he had done it before. one hand slapping over your mouth to stifle a moan. The other hand dug into his hair as he worked you well. 

Sucking harshly, he finally moved both of his hands to cup your ass, forcing you harder against his mouth. 

His tongue pried into you, 

“Fuck,” you whimpered. 

“Yeah?” He grunted against your core, “You like that?” 

You nodded furiously as his tongue lapped against your clit, while his fingers pushed back inside, opening you wider, wanting to go deeper. He worked you well, worked your body until your thoughts were a mess, only focused on the rhythm of his fingers and tongue inside your most sensitive spot. 

It was the fastest you had ever orgasmed in your life. 

"Shit," Gojo groaned into your pussy, hands cupping your ass as he relished in your release. "Gonna have to clean you up, sweetheart." 

Hand curling into his snowy locks, you pushed his head back. "Y-your turn," you managed to choke out once the pulsing in your ears subsided. 

"My turn?" He cocked an amused eyebrow, standing back up to tower over you. It wasn't what he was expecting, after all, but the bulge in his pants refused to settle, and it was aching.  

You couldn't remember the last time you orgasmed like that and if you ever had. Of course, you refused to tell Gojo, knowing it would only stroke his ego. Instead, you would stroke something else as a thank you. 

The sinful part of you had taken over, and you were desperate to see what he had to offer. You could feel Gojo's eyes still lingering on your exposed figure as you lowered to your knees, lashes fluttering as you reached out to grasp his bulge, fingers playfully curling around the outline. 

"Can you be as quick as me?" You asked with a titillating undertone, reaching to unbutton his pants, wondering if he would have the strength to stop you. There was no obligation to please him this way, but you desired to. 

"Of course," Gojo inhaled erratically as you gripped the hem of his pants and tugged them down, along with his boxers underneath. His cock bounced in front of you, fully erect at the glimpse of you alone. 

Your lips parted with surprise, feeling your core heat up at the sight of his entirety. His uniform hid his length well, and you suspected it was the main reason behind his overly confident attitude. 

"You're so big," you sighed deeply, glancing up at him with a sparkle in your eyes before pressing your lips against his tip. Gojo sucked in a breath as your tongue swirled around slowly, before moving to the side. Your hot tongue licked incredibly slow, from the tip to his base, 

And when you finally gained the courage to take his length in your mouth, Gojo threw his head back in a low-throated groan. 

You pulled off him torturously slow at first, cheeks already flushing, smirking to yourself because you knew he was struggling to not thrust his hips into your mouth. Gojo already found a tight grip in your hair, tugging it softly and trying to keep his strength at bay. 

In response, you hummed to let him know it was alright to handle you roughly, however he needed. You could sense he was holding back as he watched you, trying to be careful, in a trance as he watched his fantasy unfold. 

The prospect and anticipation of Gojo actually fucking your mouth turned you on so much that you formed a pace, sucking harder and faster, wanting nothing more than for him to cum inside your mouth. 

"That's it," he encouraged, his other hand scooping up the rest of your hair that threatened to get in the way. He was already so close but wanted to make this moment stretch just a minute longer, knowing the sight of you like this would be forever engrained in his memory. 

"Fuck Y/N,” He drawled quietly. It felt incredible; you were so enchanting that Gojo knew you had bewitched him. Losing his willpower, he went against your pace and began to rut into your mouth, causing you to whimper against his girth. You pawed at his thighs, one hand curling around his shaft while he was still deep in your throat. 

“So pretty on your knees for me,” he whispered, breathless. "Good girl." 

You nodded desperately, tears poking at your eyelids. Gojo was so big; he was an entire man, the one you dreamed of when you thought of love, the one you wished you had saved yourself for. Once you had all of him, you knew no other man would compare. 

A wave of euphoria washed over your entire body, and you realized you hadn’t been breathing in an attempt to stay quiet. Needing to take a breath, you popped your mouth off of him. 

“Almost there,” he gasped, letting you take the breath you were feigning for before entering your mouth again. “Taking me so well,” He groaned in a whisper as you sucked harder, tongue swirling against his tip again before he went deeper. 

His breathless moans motivated you to pleasure him further, and you let him have his way with you to reach his high. A minute passed as his gentle thrusts became sloppier, his fingers brushing through your hair and against your ears. 

“Fuck,” he exhaled, leaning into you, his seed shooting across your tongue and down your throat. You moaned against him, eyelids fluttering with satisfaction as you finally tasted him. Once you swallowed, you glanced up at him timidly. 

He cupped your chin, beckoning for you to look up at him. “Look at you~” he hummed, finger pulling against your lip. “You want me just as bad don’t you.” 

How pretty and admired you felt on your knees for him. If only you could view the look in his eyes. 

“So bad,” you practically whimpered from how he talked to you alone. You wanted his everything so bad but knew you could not stay silent. 

Your reply caused Gojo to bite his lip. Did you realize how beautiful you were, how just the sound of your sensual tone made him grow hard again. He could fuck you all day if you let him. Oh, how badly he wanted that permission. 

“Guys!” You heard Yuji’s voice echo from down the hall. “We’re gonna start the movie without you!” 

Both you and Gojo tensed, and he immediately fumbled for his pants and pulled them back up. 

Shakily, you stood up from your knees and wiped your mouth, trying not to laugh at his panicked movements. You quickly slid your leggings back on and combed through the snarl in your hair before turning to the door. 

“One more minute Yuji!” You called back, glancing at Gojo with a smirk as you did so. “We’re talking about something important!” 

He looked so smug, with his hand sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. The both of you wanted to do more, say more. 

Yuji mumbled a defeated “Okayyy,” that was barely audible from inside your bedroom. You stared at Gojo momentarily, wondering what to say, how to break the ice or acknowledge what just happened. 

But, Gojo only folded his arms and leaned against the wall where he had you pressed against only minutes before, looking as cocky as ever, probably still riding the high you granted him. 

“What?” You huffed. 

“Just wondering what I need to do.” 

“To?” 

“Have all of you.” 

You immediately blushed, your thoughts becoming a stuttering mess. Trying to think of something clever, all you could seem to conjure was the truth, the most compelling piece of him that he was starving you of.  

“I’ll need to see your eyes.” 

“Why?” He grinned, clearly amused by how adamant you were. 

You paused, tilting your head and accepting the dare, hand gripping the doorknob but waiting to turn it. “So I can look into them while you fuck me.” 

Pushing himself off the wall, Gojo took one step before reaching you and pulling you back into his arms. Then, he cupped your face again. “Don’t say things like that,” he murmured, “Gonna make me do it right now, I don't care.” 

“Satoru,” you chuckled, batting your eyelashes. “We can’t do that right now.” 

“Please?” He groaned but accepted his defeat. 

“We have a movie to watch!” You giggled, slapping his hands away in mock annoyance to finally open the door. 

“I’m gonna have to sit on the opposite side of the room.” He pouted. “Definitely can’t be next to you.” 

"You're insufferable," you replied with an eye roll, snatching his hand in yours and dragging him down the hallway. The sorcerer relented, chuckling as you did so. 

He leaned down over your shoulder. "So insufferable that you had to suck me off?" 

"Gojo!" You whisper-yelled, stopping in your tracks and trying to act menacing despite the flush in your cheeks. "Seriously?" 

"Seriouslyyy," he bantered.

"If you don't pipe down, I will turn around, go back into my bedroom and you will never get a kiss down there again," you threatened, knowing you wouldn't be able to hide your embarrassment if the students figured out or even suspected anything about what just unfolded in your bedroom. God, you were embarrassed already, struggling to even look at him fully. How were you going to focus on this movie anyway? 

"Fine, fine," Gojo sighed, pressing a quick kiss on your forehead before backing away. "You win. I'll sit all handsome on the other side of the room and pretend like I didn't give you the best—" He stopped himself, noticing the glare in your eyes and your crossed arms. There was a teasing undertone still, but he did not want to go overboard. You were clearly sheepish and just as confused as him, mind most likely swirling with hundreds of questions about what the hell was going on between the two of you. It was all Gojo could think about, and his default was to rile himself up more. But you weren't like that. 

"Sorry, we can talk about it later."

You could not pretend that the notion and his words didn't make you feel better. Truthfully, you enjoyed his teasing. You enjoyed the way he talked with you. But it wasn't the time. Things were moving fast, and you had other responsibilities. 

“Good,” you replied, giving him a satisfactory nod. 

"Now, let's watch the fuck out of that movie," Gojo chuckled. 

When you turned the corner and peeked into the room, Yuji smiled brightly at you. "Finally!"

"What took ya so long?" Nobara exasperated. 

"I had to finish up some paperwork from the apartment," you replied smoothly, taking the open seat beside your brother. "Boring, big sister activities." 

"She made me go back and grab her mail!" Gojo groaned, flopping like a child into the corner recliner. "Now, I'm zapped!"

The three students groaned in response to the dramatics. 

"Gojo Sensei isn't gonna make it twenty minutes in," Yuji sighed, shaking his head. 

"Has he ever finished a moive?" Megumi deadpanned. 

"He'll wake up in the last ten minutes and then ask what he missed." Nobara rolled her eyes, reaching across Yuji to hand you a bowl of popcorn. 

You couldn't help but snicker at their relentless complaints against their teacher. It was all in good fun, though, and everyone knew it. 

As Yuji clapped his hands and started the movie, raving about how amazing it would be based on online reviews, you glanced at Gojo and then around the room. A warm feeling settled in your heart. 

It felt like you had finally found a home. After being lost for so many years, feeling alone and misunderstood, harboring a secret that felt like a curse, relief was finally at your door. 

Whether they knew or suspected your internal torment, they helped you in ways you couldn't find the words to express. 

From that night onward, you brainstormed all the ways you could repay them in the future. 

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Sweet to Taste II

blame @ignite-my-fire she asked for it👀

This one is really nothing but forbidden twin filth. But shoutout to these babes for being so supportive💖 @ignite-my-fire @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @gvfpal @jakesguitarsolo

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader x Sam Kiszka

Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI(Voyeurism, Fingering, Pussy Slapping🫣, Oral(m rec), Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Very Mild Edging, Squirting) Dom!Jake & Soft-Dom!Sam deserve a warning of their own, let’s be real. Oh, and the aftercare🥹

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“Y/N, your 5 top at table six needs refills.” Your coworker, Jess, nudged you, yanking you from your daydream, “Are you good? You keep, like, zoning out…” She placed her tray down, eyeing you.

Standing up straight, you tucked your pen into a pocket on your apron and turned around to grab yourself an empty tray, “Yeah, I’m fine… It’s just been a long shift.” You pulled your notepad out, reading over the table six drink orders, and began filling new cups. Putting on the friendliest face you could muster, you picked the tray up and dropped the drinks off, picking up the empty glasses. Walking back towards the kitchen to get rid of the dishes, your mind began to wander again. Every thought, for the past two weeks, has been Jake and Sam and the night you’d shared with them. You woke up the next morning, tangled between the two of them, and though you had no shame about what went down, you couldn’t be sure they felt the same. When you climbed over Jake to go to the bathroom, he grabbed your waist with one hand, weaving his fingers through your hair with the other to pull you in for a kiss. You could feel Sammy’s eyes on you but you didn’t think anything of it until you finally broke away from the older boy to use the bathroom and came back to find both of them gone. When your calls and texts went unanswered that day, you knew something was up. You gave it a couple of days before you tried to reach out again and when you did, you finally got an answer out of Sam, letting you know that they’d be out of town for a bit. That was a week and a half ago and you haven’t heard anything since…until now. Your phone began to vibrate in your apron pocket and you dug it out to read the caller ID. Jake… Dropping the tray of cups by the dishwasher, you rushed out of the kitchen, “Jess, can you cover for me for a few minutes?” You held your phone up, signaling that you had a call, as she nodded in approval.

“Hello?” You held the phone to your ear as you stepped outside.

His voice came through, sending butterflies through your stomach, “Hey beautiful. You busy tonight?”

You tried to play it cool, but you were practically vibrating with excitement, “Depends… Did you have something in mind?”

“I did.” He paused for a moment, “Josh is having a party at his place tonight. Come. I want to see you… We both do.”

You knew he meant he and Sam, but you were a little disappointed that you wouldn’t have them alone, “Umm. yeah, okay. What time?”

“Be there by 9. See you.” He hung up before you could even say goodbye and the confusion in your brain only multiplied.

You had barely gotten a shred of attention from either of them since that night and now you’re being asked to go to a party because they miss you? It was definitely weird, but you were aching to see them, so of course you’d show up.

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After you’d gotten off work at 6, you went straight home to shower and get ready. A bit of mascara and some lip gloss later, you were pulling on your favorite casual dress. Black and form fitting, hugging your body in all the right places, with thin straps that tied into bows on your shoulders. You fastened your hair into a high ponytail, letting it dangle down your neck. Pulling on a pair of boots and your leather jacket, you took one last look at yourself in the floor length mirror before grabbing your phone and keys to head out. You pulled up to Josh’s, his driveway already lined with cars and people scattered around the outside of the property. The music was loud, filtering through the opened front door as you made your way inside. You made a beeline for the kitchen in search of a drink.

As you stood at the counter, pouring tequila into a cup, a pair of hands landed on your waist, snaking around to wrap you in their hold, “I was wondering when you’d show up.” He bent down, lips right against your neck as he whispered, “I like this dress, babe…a little short though.” He pinched the hem between his fingers, letting his knuckles graze your thigh.

“I knew you’d like the dress, Sammy.” You spun around in his arms, slinging your own over his shoulders, “But I expected you to spend the night avoiding me.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Avoid you? I could never.” He dropped a hand to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he held eye contact, “You and Jake were pretty cozy… I was just giving you the space to explore that.” The smirk on his lips was hinting that he was up to something, “In fact, he’s looking for you now.” His hands left your body as he pointed behind you, “You should probably go say hi.”

You looked in the direction he was pointing to find Jake watching you intently, but even from a distance, you could see the playful smirk on his face. Turning back to Sam, you grabbed his wrist before he could disappear, “You have my attention right now. Jake can wait.” You hooked your hand into the front of his waistband yanking him against you, “Unless you have someone else waiting on you?” Your fingers wiggled against the short bit of hair just beneath his jeans.

“Nobody who’s attention is worth more than yours.” He bent forward, his hand grasping the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. You bit down on his lip, drawing a growl from deep in his chest, “Make yourself a drink and come find me.” He broke away from you, slipping through the sea of people littering the kitchen. Turning back to the counter, you picked up your cup, tossing back the clear liquid in it.

“You want some lime with that, mama?” Josh appeared at your side as you poured more liquor.

You put the bottle down, pulling him into a hug, “Nope, having it straight tonight. Have a shot with me!” You handed him the bottle and took your cup.

He fake clinked the bottle with you, “Cheers, Y/N!” He brought the neck to his lips, taking a couple chugs while you swallowed your own. Josh shook his body out with a grimace, “I’ll catch up with you later, mama. Have fun!” He grasped your face, pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to your cheek before skipping into the crowd. You allowed yourself one more shot before going to search for Sammy.

Rounding the doorway out of the kitchen, you saw Jake talking with a few people in the corner or the dining room. His eyes flicked to you for the tiniest second before going back to the girl in front of him, barely acknowledging you. Oh really? You sauntered towards him, a sweet smile plastered on your face, “Not even a hi, Jake?”

He let his gaze settle on you a little longer this time, taking in your outfit, “Hi.” He returned to his conversation as you stared at him. When he realized you weren’t leaving, he turned to face you completely, “I’m having a conversation.” He leaned in, dropping his voice for you and only you, “Be a good girl and go find Sam to keep you company until I’m finished.”

You couldn’t deny the rush you felt at his command as you whispered a “Yes, sir.” and scampered off to look for Sammy.

You found him sitting on the couch in the living room, puffing on a cigarette between his fingers, “Josh would kill you if he found out you’re smoking in his house.” He waved his hands dismissively, unbothered by your claim as he licked his lips, staring at your legs, “You’re an ass. Gimme.” You plucked the stick from his hold and dropped into a random cup on the coffee table, listening to the sizzle as the cherry went out.

“C’mere, babe.” Sam yanked on your hand, pulling you down on his lap, “When can we get the fuck out of here?” He flattened his palm against your abdomen, pushing you to sit back against his chest, “I just wanna peel this dress off…” His breath was hot on your skin as he whispered in your ear, bunching the fabric up in his fist.

You tilted your head to him, flashing a devilish smirk, “Why the rush, baby? Isn’t the party just getting good?” You circled your hips, effectively grinding into him. When you turned your attention back to the rest of the room, you scanned the crowd for the other Kiszka, finding him in a conversation with another man.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Y/N.” His teeth nipped at the shell of your ear, “If you think I won’t throw you down in front of all these people, you’re sorely mistaken, babe.” Sam’s hand left your sternum to rest on your leg.

You watched his hand tickle along your skin, squeezing the inside of your thigh, “I think you know I always finish, Sammy?” The music was loud and the lights too low to emit any kind of glow over the two of you, “Don’t make empty threats…”

You felt his tongue glide up your neck, “You wanna make him watch, don’t you?” His hand lingered on your thigh, fingers teasing higher.

You tore your eyes from his hand, looking up to see Jake across the room, surrounded by other party guests but his gaze unmistakably transfixed on you, “I just think he might enjoy the show, Sammy.” You shivered as he finally made it beneath your dress.

His eyes widened as he dragged a finger over you, “You’re not wearing- Fuck, babe…”

“Oops…must’ve slipped my mind.” You shrugged as you held eye contact with Jake, his stare burning deep into your skin. A gasp escaped you as he slid through your folds and you parted your legs just an inch further.

He teeth were just barely digging at your shoulder as he stared down, “You’re so fucking wet, babe.” He was swirling his calloused fingers over your clit, smiling to himself as you fought to keep your whimpers down. He dipped his hand lower, pushing the tip of his middle finger through your entrance to feel you instantly clench around it, “Shit… She needs me, huh? Practically begging for my fingers.”

You struggled to keep your eyes on Jake as Sam pushed his finger deeper. You could’ve sworn you watched his gaze narrow, his tongue darting out over his lip, right before your eyes flitted. All of your focus went back to the younger Kiszka, “More, Sammy.” You cupped your hand over top of his, dropping your head to his shoulder, as he added a second finger, “Hmmm…”

He let out a quiet chuckle, “I bet she’d prefer my cock, wouldn’t she?” His eyes were flicking around the room, making sure your display stayed unnoticed, “If you just sit up a little, I could slip right inside, babe. No one would even know.” The deep rasp of his voice was enticing, making you want to throw all your inhibitions out the window, “He’s getting pissed… You think he’ll stick around to watch you cum on my hand?” Sam curled his fingers, eliciting a high pitched whine from you. His free hand came up to grip your face, turning your head enough to sink his mouth onto your own, swallowing up the noise.

You were completely lost in the feeling of Sammy, you didn’t catch Jake storming through the plethora of people, “Are you fucking done?” His fingers wrapped around your wrist, plucking you from Sam’s lap.

You yelped as Sam retracted his hand before gazing up at Jake with a giggle, “Well, I was almost done.” Looking back at the younger boy, he was laughing as well, but Jake didn’t share the amusement.

“Upstairs, now. Guest room.” He growled the command into your ear, “I need to have a word with my brother. Go.”

“Jakey, we were just-“

His nostrils flared as he stared at you, “One more word and I’ll see to it that you don’t cum at all. Go.” He pointed towards the staircase. You didn’t argue, just turned and scurried up to Josh's guest room, closing the door behind you. You sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do or what was to come, as you fidgeted with your hands. Kicking your boots off, you climbed onto the mattress, sitting with your legs tucked beneath you and waited for them. Several minutes had passed when the door finally opened and the brother’s came through it, both wearing wicked grins, “I hope it was worth it, baby… Didn’t anybody ever tell you that your actions have consequences?” Jake was coming across the room as Sam locked the door.

You swallowed hard, building the courage for what you were about to say, “What’s the matter, Jake? I thought you’d enjoy watching?” You tried to look as innocent as possible.

He was in front of you in a flash, holding your jaw in one hand while he undid his jeans with the other, “You think that was your idea? Think you’re in charge?” He let out a deep laugh, taking his hand from your face to dig into his pocket, “Baby, you’re not the only one who likes to make bets.” He pulled out a hundred dollar bill, passing it to his brother while keeping his eyes on you.

“He didn’t think you’d do it. Not in the middle of the party… But I know you, babe.” Sam took the money with a smile, “To be fair, I was gonna let you cum before he interrupted, but I think he felt left out.” He nodded to the older boy.

Your eyes darted back and forth between them, “You guys- Wait… What was the bet?”

“Well,” Jake grasped the hem of your dress to lift it over your head, “Sam kept going on and on about how you’re always down for anything, never one to shy away from a challenge.” He waited for you to raise your arms, removing the garment to toss it to the floor, “I bet him that he couldn’t get you to open up for him in a crowded room tonight- lay down.” He pushed on your shoulders, guiding you to lay on your back, “Deep down, I knew you’d fold… But I was a bit surprised at how quickly you spread your legs for him.” He pulled you to the edge of the bed, pushing your legs apart, “Putting this sweet pussy on display for anybody to see, no hesitation.” He bit down on his lip, petting your clit with the pad of his thumb.

The light touch made you whine, “No it- Fuck… It wasn’t for-“ Your breath caught as he applied more pressure.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, what was that?” His thumb continued its movement while he pushed two fingers through your entrance, “Come on. Use your words.”

“You, Jake.” It was a breathless huff, your hands digging at the blanket below you, “It wasn’t for anyone…It-It was for you to see.”

Sam crawled onto the bed behind you, taking your hands into his and holding them, “She was so fucking wet, Jake. She likes being watched.”

“She’s still soaked, brother.” He pulled his fingers from you, rapidly flicking them over your cunt to hear the vulgar, splashy sounds, while Sammy moved his hands to your tits, pinching your nipples between his fingers.

You were writhing on the bed, the stimulation from both of them driving you wild, “Please… I’ve been waiting for weeks.” You were lifting your hips to meet Jake’s hand, “Aaah. Fuck, Jake.” You whimpered as his hand cracked down over your pussy, sending a shockwave through you.

“Normally, I’d like to hear you beg, baby…” His fingers pushed back into you, “But we’re gonna take our time with you tonight and begging won’t move things along, only compliance will.” He thrusted deep, curling his fingers against your sweet spot, “Understand?” He repeated the action a second time.

Acting purely out of feral need, you rolled your hips into his hand, earning yourself another harsh slap, “FUCK. I’m sorry. I-I understand.” You gripped onto Sam’s wrists as he continued massaging your breast.

Jake ripped his shirt off and pulled himself from his already unbuttoned jeans, “That’s good, beautiful.” He grabbed his cock, stroking it as he stood between your legs, “I wanna hear you make all those dirty noises.” He slipped his head through your folds, allowing the wetness to coat his tip, before burying himself inside of you, “Don’t hold out on me.”

You winced at the stretch, digging your nails into Sammy’s arms with a hiss, “Christ, Jacob!” You looked up to see the smug smile planted on his face as he began drawing his hips back. He moved slowly, making sure you felt every fine detail.

He left only the tip in, bringing his fingers back to your clit to draw a series of whines from you, “That’s it, baby. Let me know just how good I make you feel.” Jake slammed back into you without warning, smiling at the cry you let out. He kept this up for what felt like an eternity, drawing out to tease your throbbing clit just to fill you back up for a short second.

Your mind was swimming, unable to form any thoughts outside of release. Knowing you wouldn’t get anywhere with Jake, you turned your attention to Sam, who always had a soft spot for you, “Sammy… Baby, please.” You gazed up at him, brows pinched as shaky whimpers fell from your lips, “P-please, I need-.”

“Shhh. It’s okay, babe. I’ll take care of you.” He let his fingers graze your cheeks in the softest touch before looking to his brother, “Jake, let me have her.”

Jake met his eyes, the two of them caught in a staring contest, before he finally relented, “Fine… You give into her too easily. She’s got you wrapped around her finger.” He pulled himself out of you, allowing the other boy to take his place, “Flip her over, I want to fuck her pretty face.”

Sam gripped your legs, flipping you in a swift movement and placing your feet on the floor, “I think I like this view better anyways.” He kept your chest pressed into the mattress and slapped his palm across your ass, enjoying the way it bounced and rippled, before bending to leave a kiss right over his red handprint. He took note of how your body shuddered from the contact, “Did you like that, Y/N?” He slapped your ass again, adding a red welt to the other cheek.

“Mhmm. Do it again, Sammy.” Your plea was followed up by a dulcet hum.

His palm came down harder, leaving a sharp sting, “Your pussy is fucking dipping, babe. She loves it.” He rubbed his hands over your flesh, soothing the skin, “Let’s see just how wet she can get.”

You heard the sound of his zipper right before he was pushing into you. He had a tight grip on your hip, filling you slowly, “Oh god, baby. You feel so fucking good.” You dropped your face to the mattress, allowing the thick comforter to muffle your loud groan.

His hips began snapping into you, the thunderous sounds filling the room, “I feel better than him, don’t I?” His tone was mocking and you were sure he was looking directly at Jake as he spoke, “I know just how to spoil your sweet pussy…make her cry for me.” He was pounding into you, making it impossible for you to utter anything other than pitched cries.

You felt the bed shake a bit before a hand was twirling around your ponytail to lift your head from the blanket, “I’ll give you something better to muffle those sounds, beautiful.” Jake sat back on his heels, resting just close enough that your mouth was right over his dick, “Open up, baby.” He knotted the hair around his fist, lowering your head back down. You parted your lips, letting him slide into your mouth with ease, “You’re listening so well tonight. Being so good for us.” He allowed you to bob your head, taking him slowly as you moaned around his length. After a few moments, he pressed down on the back of your head, holding it in place as he hit your throat. Tears filled your eyes, gags heaving from the depths of your esophagus as you attempted to push yourself off of him, “Ahh. Sam, grab her hands.” Sammy hooked his hands around your elbows, pulling them behind your back, his thrusts never faltering. Jake lifted your face from his cock, watching proudly as you fought for a breath, more saliva dripping from your mouth with every gasping cough, “Go ahead and breathe, baby.” He gave you a few more seconds before bringing your mouth back, gliding along your tongue as he dragged your head up and down on him.

“Shit… Everytime you make her gag she fucking squeezes me so tight.” Sam’s voice was low and husky, breaking through the groans in his chest, “You’re so fucking close, babe. I can feel it.” He pulled harder on your arms, forcing an arch to your back and eliciting a loud wail from you at the changed angle. His cock was hammering into your g-spot, winding the coil tighter and tight with each pass.

Jake pulled you from his length again and released your hair, “Let her down a little bit, Sam, just a few inches.” He waited for his brother to comply, loosening his hold on your arms. You watched him stroke himself through blurry vision, “Your tongue, Y/N…” His free hand went to the back of your head, guiding your mouth to his balls. You stuck your tongue out, lapping at them hungrily before sucking them into the warmth of your mouth and moaning around them, “That’s- Oh fuck, baby. That mouth is heaven.” His breathing picked up along with the pumping of his hand, “You think we should fill her up, Sammy?” You could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t going to last much longer, “Think she earned it?”

“I think we earned it, brother.” Sam spoke through gritted teeth, “But she’s there, Jake. Any second…”

You let him fall from your mouth, “Pleeeease. I need it, please let me cum.” You pouted up at Jake, begging for the release, “I’ve been good, Jakey, please.” Your moans were becoming more desperate with every stroke of Sam’s dick.

He brushed the loose hairs from your face, “Swallow all of me and Sam will let you have it, pretty girl, I promise.” You gave a weak nod, ready to explode at any given moment. Jake was sliding back into your mouth in an instant, “I could stay here forever, you do so fucking well, baby.” He was guiding your head up and down but when you sucked your cheeks in, tightly suctioning your mouth around him, that was it, “Y/N, fuck-.” He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, his cock twitching frantically against your tongue, “Jesus, I- Fucking take it, baby. All of it.” He drove into the back of your throat, cursing under his breath as he held you in place, spilling into your mouth. Jake watched in awe as you gulped him down without a problem, savoring every last drop. He shuddered as he pulled you from his cock with an incredulous stare, “I don’t think anybody could ever compare to you…” He caught the pained expression on your face as you silently prayed for your own orgasm, “Let her have it, Sammy.” His thumb just barely ghosted over your lip when Sam was yanking you up by your arms.

“You’re so close, babe. Just let me have it.” He was in your ear, speaking through grunts as he slammed into you.

The sound of your cries was drowned out by the blood thrumming through your ears as the tension finally broke, “Sammy. Oh fuck, Sammy…” You choked out the words despite the fire spreading through your entire body, “God, I-” Your words were cut off by the flooding gush that forced Sam out of your cunt.

“No fucking way…” Sam kept a tight grip around your torso as he gaped at the puddle on the floor. He stared in awe for a couple more seconds before letting you drop to the bed to grasp your hips. He slid his cock back into you, only getting a few thrusts in before he was inevitably filling you with his release, muttering mindlessly through his heaving breaths. He carefully slipped out of you, watching his seed leak out, before Jake was distracting him.

“Sam, don’t let go of her! She’s gonna-” He was rushing to pull you onto the bed before your legs buckled beneath you. He tugged you against him, holding you close as he looked at your tired eyes, “She’s fucking spent, man. Go get something to clean her up…and a towel for the floor.”

Sam yanked his shirt over his head, giving it to his brother, “Put her in this. I’ll steal a pair of boxers from Josh’s room.” He waited for Jake to pull the shirt over your head, buttoning his jeans back up, before heading out of the room.

“You okay, baby? We didn’t go too far, did we?” He got your arms through the sleeves as you shook your head with a soft hum and your eyes started to close, “You’re tired, I know… Just wait until Sammy gets back with a washcloth and then we can go straight to sleep, pretty girl.” Your legs were still trembling as you curled into him and he rubbed gentle circles on your back.

Sam came barreling back into the guest room, tripping over his own feet, “I grabbed her some water, I think she lost a lot.” He said it with a chuckle as he dropped a towel over the mess you’d made and climbed onto the bed with the rag, “Here, babe, let me see.” He pushed your legs apart, making quick work of wiping you down, taking extra care around your sensitive bits, “Okay, can you just lift a little bit for me, Y/N?” You watched through barely opened eyes as he dropped the cloth on top of the towel and slid the stolen boxers over your legs. You lifted your hips with Jake’s help, allowing Sammy to secure the waistband in its proper place.

“Alright, baby.” Jake broke away from you to climb off the bed, prompting his younger brother to do the same, “We’re gonna let you rest.” He made sure you were nestled snug into the pillows before pulling the duvet over you.

You felt Sam press his lips to your temple and reached for him before he could pull away, “Stay with me. Both of you.” Your voice was raspy, riddled with sleep already, “Please.” You tugged on his hand, dragging him to lay down with you. Once you felt Sam settle in, you held your hand out to Jake, “Jakey…” You mewled, coaxing him towards you. He finally took your hand, sliding into the blankets beside you. Fully enveloped in the warmth of your two favorite boys, you started to drift, sleep taking you fast.

You felt your body relax into the mattress, the last thing you heard as your consciousness slipped away was Sammy’s voice, laced with an arrogant pride, “I made her fucking squirt, Jake.” . . . . .

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Fish Lips part 7

Ship: Aonung x Kiri's twin sister!Reader

Warnings: Language, bullying, gore, fighting, talk of war, injury and blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers (not really a warning just some people don't like that trope), death of (a) character(s), not proofread

Words: 2,312

Keys: (y/n) = your name,,(y/i/n) = your Ikran's name,, Neural Queue= the braid extension of a Na'vi's nervous system that allows them to link up to animals and Ewya,,(y/II/n) = your ilu's name,,

Chapters; Introduction || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||

Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water A whole ass lot.

If you feel like the writing is weird or the dialogue seems less, it's because I am slowly losing my sanity. :) I just sneezed my contact out of my eye KLMfaoAos- along with my soul, my soul is gone.

I was gonna post this earlier, but I was trying to find this ff that I love so I spent 3 HOURS TRYING TO FIND IT AND GUESS WHAT- I didn't. I am pissed off.

This one kinda sucks compared to my others, sorry 😭

The next few days were the most boring days of your life. Stuck to the side of your mother or father you followed them around, it pissed you off more than anything. Why were you getting punished for something you didn't even start. The only time you had time to hang out with Tsireya and your siblings was during lunch or dinner. You didn't know how long your father was going to punish you, but you were fed up with it already.

They were busy today, unsure of what they were doing you stuck near the Marui. Your mother was in the Marui, you weren't interested of exactly what she was doing so you placed yourself in her view but not nearby.

You kicked your feet into the water, almost finished with the bracelet you were making for Tuk. You loved to craft; it was one of your favorite pastimes. As you focused on finishing the last string, a head suddenly popped out of the water by your right leg.

You let out a shriek, clutching the bracelet to your chest tightly. Aonung grinned amusement at your reaction and you glared at him. You had been avoiding him, not wanting to see him after what he did to your siblings.

" What." You grumbled, going back to your bracelet." I just...wanted to see you." You looked up with a raised eyebrow, he ran a hand along the top of his head." To, you know..apologize."

" I don't accept." You blinked at him, an awkward silence hung in the air, and he clenched his jaw." You haven't even heard me out yet." He let out an unamused chuckle, trying to hide his distaste." I'm not obligated to accept."

" Yes, I know that!" He blew out a quick breath of air and lowered his voice." But at least listen to what I have to say. That's all I'm asking." He placed a hand above your knee but quickly removed it when you looked down at it." Then you can ignore me all you want."

Your ears turned a bit purple from embarrassment, mainly for having it be called out, he seemed to notice." I was right." He pointed to your ears and your quickly covered them with your hands." I don't know what you're talking about." You denied. He rolled his eyes." Your ears turn purple when you're embarrassed or angry."

" No, they don't!"

He grinned at you, and you turned your eyes away from his stare." Fine, I'll hear you out." You grumbled and he put his hand to his ear." I'm sorry, what was that?"

" Maybe I shouldn't then if you're gonna be a cocky bastard about it." You scowled at him, and he tried his best to keep a straight face." Okay, okay, fine. I'll stop teasing you." You fell into a tense silence as you waited for him to speak. His ilu nudged your leg and you pet its snout in acknowledgement.

" I'm sorry for the immaturity and bullying I put you and your siblings through. I understand that this was supposed to be Uturu for you and your family and I made it very difficult for it to be." He sighed, not making eye contact with you." You can avoid me, ignore me, glare at me.... or we could start over." He put three of his fingers to his forehead, bringing them out and pulling them down while looking at you.

You rolled your eyes, and he squirmed under your piercing gaze. After a long pause you did it back, and he had to contain himself not to show how excited he actually was." I still don't like you, though. And I don't accept you lame ass apology still." You whispered to him, and he did everything he could not to roll his eyes.

" Hello Aonung." You jumped a bit at your mothers voice." What are you doing here?" She asked, she handed you a fruit basket, full of cut fruit. " What's this for?" You asked." For your siblings, go bring it to them." Neytiri cocked her head at you." Without joining any fights."

Aonung would've snickered if you hadn't sent a glare his way. You stood up and began to walk away and Aonung hurried to catch up to you. " I'll come with you." He walked next to you, you gave an annoyed look, still mad at him." Go away." He was like an annoying, rude, cute little puppy that was trying to follow you around.

" You're grounded to your parent's company, right? I'm the chief's son if you hang out with me, I'm sure they'd let it slide." He smirked at you; he was gonna make your ears permanently purple out of irritation. Neytiri watched you two, smiling a bit at the boy trying to get your attention. It reminded her of when she first met Jake.

" Hey, why don't you go on the next hunt with us." He nudged you with his arm and you furrowed your brows." Why so you can abandon me there and almost get me killed like you did my brother." He winced." I really am sorry, I even apologized to Lo'ak."

" So, you guys are buddy-buddy now because you can both relate to being losers?" You raised a brow at him, and he rolled his eyes." He told me about your conversation, don't worry I know aaalll the juicy details." You laughed at his irritation; he put his hands behind his back and balled his hands up. He was going to tell you off, but he knew he teased you worse in the past, so he ignored you.

" So, will you?"

Before you could respond Tuk came up to you." Are you ungrounded! I want to show you something!" She didn't wait for your response and began to pull you towards the water." Look I found this really cool plant, see. See!" She waddled into the water, kneeling into the water and pointed at a plant in the water.

" Where are the others?" You asked and she shrugged." Well, Kiri is somewhere around here but I don't know where the boys are." You squatted next to her, keeping the basket balanced on your shoulder. " This is my new favorite plant, isn't it pretty!" She ran her hand along the plant, messing with it as it flowed in the water.

" Well, I brought fruit from mother for you guys as a snack." She lifted her head." Oo yummy." She went to reach for the fruit, but you pulled back a bit." You must wash your hands first." She groaned and you gave her an amused grin.

" Well, I'll eat them after I'm done exploring then. I want to show you more of what I found!" You turned towards Aonung who looked bored, annoyed that you hadn't answered his question yet. Maybe you could get him off your tail and leave you alone. So, you turned to Aonung with your smirk, a smirk you only wore when you were about to piss someone off.

" Hey, you can show Aonung. He could also give you more information on your favorite discoveries!" You turned back to Tuk, pinching her sides lightly making her giggle." Really!" She looked over your shoulder to an Aonung who was glaring at you." Would you do that!?"

You looked to Aonung expectingly, he stood their awkwardly." Uh, yeah okay." You gave a big grin to Tuk and stood up as she waddled over to Aonung. You were glad that she was relatively okay with Aonung, this would help you lose him and maybe have a decently peaceful day.

You liked Aonung to some extent, but he always managed to irritate you, even his stupid smirk made your neck purple in annoyance. At least, you hoped it was annoyance- of course it was, what are you thinking.

Tuk began to talk his ear off, asking him a bunch of questions. He was surprisingly patient with her and spoke with a softness you've never noticed before. You were off to find your brothers, you didn't trust to leave the basket with Tuk. Not that she was untrustworthy, she would just end up eating more than her fair share and you'd get in trouble for not splitting it among all of them.

You walked a few minutes on the beach until you spotted them on a rock, snickering to each other. Lo'ak hung out with Kiri the most, but during the times he did hang out with Neteyam they were both snickering and giggling like school children.

" What's up mommies' girl." Neteyam waved you over with a teasing smile, earning an eye roll from you." What happened to being stuck to mom or dad's waist?" Lo'ak raised a brow, and you handed them the box of fruit." Mom wanted me to give this to you guys."

Their hands immediately went into the basket, and you grabbed one, nibbling on it a bit." Make sure to save some for Tuk and Kiri."

" We should show Tsireya Uno." Lo'ak suggested randomly. You turned to him with a confused face." What brought this up?"

" Uno brings out the worst in us, a part of us.... she should not see.." Neteyam placed his hand on his chest and shook his head while his eyes were closed, feigning sorrow." Idiot, it's just fun." Lo'ak grumbled while shoving his face with slices of fruit.

Your father had shown you Uno when he was younger, forcing Neytiri to join every few nights for a family game. It was his favorite childhood game on Earth, and he wanted to share it with his family. It caused many fights between you and Lo'ak but it's definitely a big part of your family.

You turned around and waved behind you." Anyways, I should probably head back." They waved at you, not really paying much attention and went back to eating the fruit.

You were halfway back to your Marui when Aonung jogged up next to you and stopped." So, what about my question earlier?" He asked and you blinked at him, genuinely confused." What question?" He huffed in frustration and annoyance." About you joining Rotxo and I to go hunting."

" Uhhh..." There was a long pause as you pretended to think." Nah." You shook your head, and he got in front of you stopping you from moving." Why not?"

" I just don't want to."

You tried to move around him, but he just continued to get in your way." Come on it'll be fun." Your annoyance was growing, finding it more difficult not to yell at the boy." Why do you want me to go so badly?" You asked and he shrugged." Neteyam said you're good on a hunt, wanted to see if he's right."

You knew on some level he was being dishonest, trying to cover up the real reason as to why he wanted you to go. You didn't bother to pry, it's not like you cared.

"Okay, fine I'll go." You smirked at him, and he looked down at you with an interested stare." But I kind of don't want Rotxo there. Just you and me, okay?" He frowned, why would you ask to be alone with him if you tried to ditch him any chance you got.

Wait...oh. You were going to try and ditch him. Give him a taste of his own medicine. He grinned at you, two could play that game." Okay then, tonight before Eclipse. Don't worry about your father, I'll deal with that."

He didn't lie, you don't know exactly what he told him but about an hour later he was coming up to you telling to get ready.

Neytiri seemed relatively happy you two made up." I hope this means your fighting will lessen drastically with the boys." She looked up from her current focus of wrapping wrap stuffing. You held the urge to scoff." I hope he stops following me around like a lost puppy after this."

He might've just started doing it, but you were fed up with it already. She took a braid in between her fingers and folded it behind your ear." You are the polar opposite of Kiri it makes me laugh." Lo'ak said behind you as he carried in some fish." You are literally the biggest asshole-"

" Lo'ak!" Neytiri scolded and he let out a snicker before going to his spot next to his father." What do you know! She's literally just like me!" You chucked a random object at him that was next to you." She's not violent!"

" Yes she is! With her words! Penis Face!" You snapped at him." Hey! Knock it off you two!!"

" Ready to go?" Aonung's voice rang out on the side of the Marui, making you jump a bit. Lo'ak laughed in amusement until his arm was roughly pulled backwards by Neteyam. " Yes." You sighed and stood up; he wore a smirk on his face as you followed him away.

" So, what's with the penis face thing?" He chuckled, looking at the side profile of your face. You refused to look at him, but he took you responding as a win." Something my sister started when we were younger." You giggled to yourself at the memory.

" Kind of like the Fish lips thing that Lo'ak called you." You let out a cackle as his face fell." I don't find it that funny to be honest." He grumbled and you grinned at him." Stop looking at me like that." He pushed your face away with his hand.

The walk towards the water was peaceful, but you didn't know how peaceful this hunt was going to be. Considering you knew he knew that you were planning on ditching him and that he knew you knew he knew you were planning on ditching him which he planned to avoid as much as possible. Let the fun begin!

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[xztloux]

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↳˗ˏˋ Tom kaulitz ˊˎ˗ ↴

▸ content warnings: reader is referred to as “girl” like once or twice, also wears a dress and makeup, kissing, cringe writing

▸ summary: spin the bottle got even more exciting

▸ A/N: this is my first time ever writing like a kissing/make out thing so I’m sorry it’s so bad. Not spell checked cuz it’s 12:30 am where I am 😍😭

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Here you are In a random room with him -the boy you’ve known all off 4 hours or so- he had you pushed up against the door drunkenly making out with you, his hands exploding your body as he deepened the kiss. But that can wait, let’s see how you got to this point.

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It was 5 at night you were sitting in your room listening to music “beautiful by Eminem” to be specific. (What I’m listening to rn as I write this 😍) when your best friend Addie bursts into your room. “Girl! Start getting ready.” She giggled practically jumping in the air. “Um..why?” You asked confused as you paused your music. “I just got a text from Emmie, she wants us to come to her party.” Addie smiled pulling you up from your bed. “So get ready pick the hottest dress you’ve got, we’re gonna find you a hookup.” She joked playfully winking at you. You playfully rolled your eye’s opening your closet to reveal all your clothes. After a while you narrowed your options down to a dark red off the shoulder dress and a light pink lacy dress. (Pick your favorite)

That was 2 hours ago and now you were fully ready, in your dress and a nice subtle makeup look. Addie looked amazing in her black mini skirt and baby blue crop top. “Ooo your looking sexy.” She giggled grabbing your hand happily. “Thanks add” you smiled at her before she dragged you outside to the taxi she’d called to take you to Emmies party. It was about a 20 minute drive and emmie greeted you two with open arms obviously a little tipsy. “Girlss come innn.” Emmie said her words slightly slurred as she pulled you both into the house shoving some alcohol in your hands.

An hour had passed when Addie came over to you drunkenly telling you about two guys who had arrived, apparently they were famous or something, you couldn’t understand properly because of the alcohol. “Yeah, you see those two over there.” She giggled pointing with a cup in her hand, you gaze followed to where she pointed eventally your eyes landed on the tow boys. One had black spikey hair and was wearing black eyes shadow. The other had dreadlocks and a lip piercing he wear quite baggy clothes compared to the other.

“Mhm yeah there twins and like famous or something.. apparently they know Emmies boyfriend” Addie words slurred a bit as she continued to drink. You nodded and let the thought of them leave your mind, but the bit with dreads kept staring at you as he drank. Suddenly the music stopped and Brad spoke up. “Alright we’re playing spin the bottle all y’all seat your ass’s down.” He yelled out obviously drunk like everybody else. Everyone shuffled to the living room sitting n the floor you obviously sat next to Addie, the boy with the dreads sat across from you along with his brother.

Brad spun the bottle to see who’s turn it would be first, and… it landed on you so you gently spun the bottle, it landed on some random boy from the party. Normally you would never randomly kiss some guy but you were drunk and having a great fucking time. You moved over to the boy giving him a kiss soon after his face went red. A couple other people had there turn’s before it was toms turn. It landed on you. Addie smiled gently nudging you as Tom made his way over to you, kissing you deeply, the kiss lasted longer then the others. Eventually you both broke away, his cheeks a slight pick shade, yours the same as you smiled at him before sitting down.

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Now it was your turn, you spun the bottle again. It landed on toms brother, bill. You smiled walking over to him kissing him. Bill gave back the same energy being equally as drunk as you. After you broke away you giggled softly not noticing how jealous Tom looked. “Ima get another drink..” you smiled to Addie as you walked to thekitchen. A pair of footsteps following you though it was Addie do you didn’t bother looking back. “Fun that huh?” You giggled still thinking the person behind you was your friend.

“Yeah very.” A deep voice said back as arms wrapped around your waist. You jumped slightly looking behind you see Tom. “Oh I thought” you started to say before he cut you off my smashing his lips against yours, gently pushing you against the kitchen island. After a while he broke away needing to breathe. “Let’s go.” He said his breath heavy as he pulled you upstairs, your drink abandoned on the side. You happily followed him up the stairs as he pulled you into a random room, pushing you eagerly against the door his hands grabbing your hips.

“You liked that huh? Kissing my brother.” He asked leaning In close his breathing still heavy. That’s it. He’s jealous. You couldn’t help but play into it. “Yeah, it was great.” You panted smirking up at him, you could see the jealousy in his eyes as he began to kiss you again. “Guess I’ll just have to top him.” He says as he began to make to your neck gently biting and kissing it as his hands found there way to bottom of your dress. “Yeah, Ima make you mine.”

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[katyawriteswhump]

the power of love part 2 (new steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part one here Also on AO3 (where it's tragically in need of some love *sobs*) Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Chapter Two

Steve POV

Steve blinks his eyes open. Fear lurches then fades. Leaning over him, kinda blurry, are… Robin? Munson!?! He’s at home. Lying on the couch in his parents’ living room, to be precise.

“Steve? You back with us?” Robin appears wild-eyed, spooked out. She’s holding a bloodied cloth over his bat bites, which stab like new again.

Steve presses the heel of his hand to his brow, disguising his pained whimper with a shaky, “Yeeeeah.”

“Phew! Not delirious? Only a bit woozy, huh?”

“You seriously still shitting yourself about rabies?”

“To be honest, no. That’s slithered so far down my list of things to lose my mind over, I’d forgotten. Trust me, he’s as likely to have it as you now.”

Eddie, who hovers at her shoulder, pokes out his tongue, kinda jokey. The rest of Eddie’s face is still slightly blood-smeared. Haunted. His hair is a mad mess, his bandana repurposed as a bandage about his elbow. Steve glances down his own aching body, which is damp, vaguely shivery. Near naked, in fact, with a towel tucked around his waist.

Oh yeah. He went for a swim, and then… 

“Shit! Are you seriously mopping my blood with Mom’s linen napkins?” Steve tries to push himself up, and flops back down, humiliatingly fast. On top of that, his head throbs—when does it not, these days? He makes a more concerted effort to sit, forcing himself through a wave of nausea and dizziness, then notices: “Shit, shit, SHIT! I’ve bled on the couch—this cost a thousand bucks!”

“I knew there was a reason Wayne avoided white faux leather,” says Eddie, as he and Robin share a look. “Oh, and a Munson never splashes less than fifteen-hundred bucks on soft furnishings.”

“You’re hilarious,” mutters Steve.

“Your Pops can chew my head off,” says Eddie. “Some of that blood is yours truly’s. I mean, I got got bad. Really bad. And theeeeen… I got better.” He narrows his eyes to inquisitorial slits, which bewilder Steve, given how rough he feels.

Robin lifts the ruined napkin. “You’re bleeding like before Wheeler first bandaged you up. It makes no sense.”

“Nothing’s made sense for about two and a half years,” Steve points out. Actually, scratch that. Little of his life has made much sense. “There’s a first aid kit in the kitchen, with proper bandages. Where did you think I got the Hibistat towelettes from? Didn’t you morons think to look?”

Robin hurries off. Eddie takes over holding the now thoroughly disgusting napkin over Steve’s bites. “Woah, he’s not lying,” she calls. “His parents keep an actual first aid kit with actual useful crap in it.”

“Yeah, in case you forgot in the last thirty seconds,” says Steve, “the Harrington family bleed.”

“It doesn’t even come out green,” Eddie says. “Totally destroys your ‘rich folk are aliens’ theory, Buckley.”

“Haha,” snarks Steve.

“This might take a minute,” calls Robin. “I had no idea there were so many sorts of dressings. We don’t want a triangle one, huh?”

Left alone, Eddie doesn’t seem able to look Steve in the eye. He’s giving off such awkward vibes that Steve takes pity, nudges Eddie’s hand away, holds the napkin himself.

“I guess this is where I thank you for saving my life,” says Eddie.

“From what I could gather from Dustin, you’d only gone and done the same for us. Not a hero? Total bull.”

“Those weren’t normal circumstances.” 

Eddie’s so squirmy, Steve flinches away too. He’s felt drawn to Eddie for some time. He likes the guy way more than he’d expected, finds he likes looking at him too, crazy rocker tresses and all, but… Jesus Christ! Talk about shitty timing.

It’s not the first time Steve’s been blindsided by a crush on a guy. Plus, he knows Eddie is queer; he’s one of the few other friends that Robin’s lately ‘come out’ to. However, Steve’s simply not gotten the energy to figure out if the weird fizzle of chemistry he feels is all in his head. What he really wants is to stagger upstairs to bed and sleep for a week. No time for that, though. He groans, threads the fingers of his free hand through his damp hair.

 “We need to take advantage of this earthquake chaos. Get you outta town right now before somebody comes looking.”

“Yeah. I figured as much.” Eddie sighs hard. “No more facing down ferocious monsters. I return to being Eddie the Banished.”

“Not much choice, man. Look, we can bring bedding, whatever supplies we need from here. Take one of Dad’s cars and find a place to lay low till we know what’s happening and what the next plan of attack is.”

“You were worried about the couch and now you’re suggesting we jack your Pop’s wheels?”

“I don’t give a crap about the furniture—it was a dumb knee jerk reaction. I mean, things change. People change. Last time I looked, we weren’t exactly bestest buds.”

Now we’re off saving each other’s lives.

A loud crash from the kitchen slices between them. “Sorry!” yells Robin. “Kinda dropped… everything.”

“Need some help there, Rob?” Steve tries to push himself to his feet. His head rush is instant and epic; his vision blacks out, nearly taking his entire consciousness with it.

“Easy, easy!” Eddie’s arms are around him, clumsily guiding him back down. Steve whimpers before he can stop himself; his stomach churns and he feels painfully sick. Eddie wedges a cushion beneath Steve’s head, presses the cloth back to Steve’s bleeding side. “Robin’s right. You need those injuries looked at. I go alone.”

“No.” Steve snatches a shaky breath. “Way I see it, we’re both deep in the shit."

“I’m the one with the murder rap snapping at my butt, Harrington.”

“And I’m the one who’s been harbouring a known fugitive, stealing Winnebagos, and Christ knows what else. Crap, I bet they’ll blame me for Nance’s sawn-off shotgun. While the rest of those underage brats get off light, I’ll be dragged to jail as sure as you.”

“Your daddy can afford a lawyer, man.” At least Eddie’s looking at Steve now. His words still feel like a punch in Steve’s already bleeding gut—with those knuckle dusters that’d gotten lost somewhere on the ride.

Steve retaliates with as daggers a glare as he can conjure: “You wanna thank me for saving your life, Munson? Then stop trying to ditch me.”

Part 3

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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[lil-pine-mha-drabbles]

Knight!Bakugou x Chubby!reader part 5

Jeepers. I was stumped this last year. Sorry you had to wait so long. But I’m not dead (no matter how much I used to want otherwise)

So here you go, saplings!!

<- chapter 4

There are 1297 words to read below the line!!

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Spirits were high after the picnic. Word had slipped from Eijiro to one of his sisters and the whole household was in an uproar of pleasantries when you returned home.

“I’m so excited for your wedding, Y/n! I think I should like to be the flower girl very much!” The youngest Kirishima held her little wooden pony to her chest dreamily, dancing all around the hope chest. You chuckled at her antics, continuing your embroidery, swaying gently in the wooden rocking chair.

Mrs. Kirishima asked for some of her own embroidered towels and you quickly agreed, perhaps to pay the Kirishimas back in any way possible. The stack of finished towels was cut short as you handed the old woman her new cloth pile. “Thank you, my dear. Having you in our home has been such a blessing.” Her hand was warm and her smile warmer.

“Thank you. You have no idea what a blessing being here has been. I appreciate all you’ve done for me.” You placed your hand on hers with a pleasant smile.

Thumping in the next room drew your attention away from your wonderful aunt. Eijiro walked to the threshold of the room in his full armor with sweat dripping down his brow. “You need to come with me.” His eyes were cold and his voice, firm.

You stood suddenly, your skirts wrapping around your legs with every quick step. “What’s going on?” Panic filled your veins and your eyes danced over all the Kirishima girls huddled around the table with worried expressions and hurried whispers filling the air.

“I’ll tell you on the way,” your cousin—always a gentleman—opened the door to let you through.

The cool of the day before had passed and the air was wiggling in the heat, and dust blew through the streets. You understood why Eijiro was sweating so much when he entered in a hurry.

You were glad you had worn a short sleeved top. But having pants and a skirt, you were burning up. “So what’s going on??” You were almost running, trying to keep up with Ei’s fast pace.

“Bakugou’s been badly injured and King Deku asked for you. I don’t exactly know why the king wants you there but I was going to fetch you anyway when Katsuki got hurt.” His gaze stayed straight ahead. So you did the same.

The castle’s guard entrance was quickly growing as you got closer. The large black oak doors creaked open after a few shouts were exchanged between Eijiro and the guard on duty in the tower above you.

The medic tent was closer to the center of the guards’ courtyard. Eijiro held open the tents flap for you as you stepped inside.

Cots lined the walls, small bedside tables no larger then a foot wide were placed between each bed. Only two young nurses walked between the cots.

Katsuki was the farthest from the entrance, his expression pained as a short man chatted enthusiastically to him, the chair he was on creaking with every movement of his flailing arms.

You squeezed past the two nurses easily, Eijiro had a harder time with his armor taking up a lot of space. It also didn’t help that one of the nurses was making eyes at your cousin which caused him to falter briefly.

Katsuki looked up at you when you got closer. You couldn’t read his expression but you assumed it was annoyance with a hint of gratitude due to your appearance shutting up the green haired man.

Eijiro appeared next to you and bowed, nudging your elbow to do the same. You curtsied politely, not knowing who the smaller man was.

“You must be Kachan’s fiancé!!” The man’s face lit up as he took your hand and kissed you knuckles out of courtesy. “I haven’t heard much about you from him, but Kirishima certainly has some nice things to say about his favorite cousin!”

You smiled politely, folding your hands in front of you, glad you had wiped your face with your handkerchief before you entered the medical tent. “I just so happen to be his only cousin.” You chuckle and tilt your head.

“I do apologize,” the man bowed lowly, “I am King Izuku Midoriya. You may call me Midoriya, or Deku if you’d like!” He smiled brightly.

“It’s very nice to meet you, sir.” You curtsied again and bowed your head. You told him you name in a gentle tone, but your eyes were on Katsuki. His gaze was focused on you. His eyebrow raising he lifted his arm and gave a slight wave.

King Midoriya talked for quite awhile while you tried not to giggle watching your fiancé mock his words, mouthing everything the king said, perfectly lip syncing every word.

“—and then I realized I had never actually met you, so I asked Sir Kirishima to kindly fetch you. While it’s not favorable that he was hurt, I’m glad I remembered to ask for you because of it—“ the poor man just didn’t know when to shut his mouth.

“Deku. You’re boring her. You met her—good for you—now get out so I can talk to my fiancé in peace.” Bakugou groaned as he shoved off the thin sheet covering his thighs.

Izuku looked surprised, his eyebrows nearly touching his hairline. “Oh!! Of course! I am so sorry! I was so caught up in telling my story I completely missed the fact that you were tryin—“

“Shut up! Get out!” Katsuki closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose like he had a migraine.

“Right!” He turned and walked out with Eijiro.

You took King Deku’s seat cautiously watching Katsuki sigh roughly and sit up.

“That was pretty harsh.” You leaned back.

“Yeah well, the guy doesn’t know when he’s being too much.” He smirked slightly and twiddled with the sheet.

“So how badly were you hurt?” You tried to act unconcerned.

“I actually got a taste of my own medicine,” he chuckled, “remember when I kicked you in the ribs?”

You winced at the memory.

“Well I was gifted something very similar,” he gently peeled up his shirt to reveal a very blood soaked bandage over his chest. “Mina finally bested me.” His light laugh didn’t hold much humor in it. “She got me good right on the chest.”

“Does it still hurt?” You couldn’t hide your concern you had been trying to conceal the whole conversation.

“Oh yeah, but I’m sure I’ll heal up in a couple of days.”

You nodded slowly and twisted your fist into the fabric of your skirt.

“Did you enjoy the picnic?” He asked sheepishly.

“Yes. It was very pleasant. I appreciate your efforts to make this marriage as smooth as possible, Bakugou.” In the back of your mind you growled at yourself for using his last name. You knew you were just trying to distance yourself from your feelings. But you couldn’t become attached to this brut.

Katsuki’s smile dropped. “Yes. That was the purpose.” He looked at the canvas wall across the room.

“You should be cleared to leave for home, Sir Bakugou.” An old woman stepped close to the bed and placed and aged, shaking hand on your shoulder. “Stay out of trouble for a couple weeks. No training while you’re healing. Understand?” She asked firmly.

“Yeah, yeah. I know the drill—“

“Katsuki.”

“I—“ he sighed. “Yes, ma’am.” He nodded and dropped his hand he had raised while waving off her warnings.

You smiled at his quick defeat, and helped him stand to his feet.

“I don’t want to see you back her for at least two weeks, Sir Bakugou.” The firm statement was waved off by the blonde who let himself use you as a crutch.

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[qetalos]

‧₊˚ daydreaming | 성훈

p: popular!Sunghoon x shy!fem reader g: classmates to lovers, fluff

warnings! kinda slowburn? Also reader loves chem (sorry not sorry y'all LMAO), long writing!

a/n: based off the song Daydreaming by Ariana Grande<3 last post before indefinite hiatus..

The first day I arrived to school, my attention was caught by a pretty boy of dark black hair and a face perfectly painted by multiple moles in different areas of, not only his face but, his body too. I could never talk to him, he was hella popular and I don't think he'd like to talk to someone like me, a random girl who came this year.

I wasn't completely lonely, I had a friend named Mi-Ju, she told me a bit more about Sunghoon. Things like he had a younger sister, he used to be an ice skater and a lot more things that just made me admire and feel more interested in him.

"You're going to create a hole in his back if you continue staring at him like that" I heard Mi-Ju say and I just rolled my eyes, I was looking at Sunghoon from our table at lunch with my chin on top of my hand "It's not like that..." I said and looked away from him after 5 minutes of staring at him to start eating "Have you heard about the History project?" "History project?! What?!" I looked at Mi-Ju, almost as if something tragic had happened "Yeah... Mrs Kim told us about it last class, we don't have to bring anything she just told us about it to... I don't know, be ready?" She said and I let out a sigh, feeling less worried about it "The thing is that it's in pairs but we won't be able to choose our partners... She'll choose them" "Really? Mrs Kim is always like that... it's no fun literally..." I said and went back to eating before going to our history class.

"Okay class, I'll start naming your partners for this project. When I finish naming all of you, then you can see how you'll organize to do this" the teacher said and everyone stayed silent "So, the pairs will be Areum and Haerin" "Yeonhan and Mi-Ju" "Sunghoon and ___" "Jeonmi and..." wait... I was paired with Sunghoon?! I turned around to look at Mi-Ju but instead of finding her eyes, I found Sunghoon's which were already looking at me beforehand "Alright, those are the pairings for this project. Good luck and remember to bring it in two weeks".

I sighed nervously as I stood up and walked to Sunghoon's desk, thinking on how I was going to deal with him and having to talk to him for two weeks, was this good or bad? "Hey Sunghoon..." I said and swallowed nervously, looking at him before looking to the ground "Hey.. ___" I heard him say and I didn't know what else to say "Do you wanna sit down?" Sunghoon asked me and I nodded, sitting next to him feeling pretty awkward. "So... how do we start this project?" He asked as he looked through his notebook "Uhm I think the teacher said that we should choose a chapter from the book and make a poster about it and the main topics" I said as I grabbed my history book and started to flip through the pages "Do you have any chapter in mind? Also, sorry. Today I forgot my history book so if you don't mind, can we share your book?" "Oh? Yeah no problem about that. Honestly I have one chapter in mind but we can decide which one together, does that sound right?" I asked softly, not believing the way I started to talk to him so normally and confidently "Yeah I'm okay with that" Sunghoon said and we started the project.

"How's it going with Sunghoon?" Mi-Ju asked me, nudging my shoulder playfully before we sat down for lunch. It has been a week since the history project started and my little conversations with Sunghoon, about the project, started too. "What do you mean? It's going good, we're always working on the project so..." I said smiling as I started to eat. I was talking to Mi-Ju when I felt a tap on my shoulder, turning around I couldn't believe that Sunghoon was there looking at me "Yes?" I mumbled softly "Uhm... Would you like to.. meet me after school to grab something?" He asked me and I was speechless "To continue the project! Yeah..." Sunghoon added and I chuckled as he sounded nervous, something new for me to see "Sure" I said smiling at him before he walked away.

"What was that?!" Mi-Ju asked and I giggled to myself, burying my face in my arms "I don't know but I'm so happy right now" "Yeah of course you are, your crush asked you out after school.." Mi-Ju said as she ate her lunch "He didn't ask me out! He said it was to finish the project!" I said, looking over at her before she eyed me "You know very well that it's more like a date rather a study session or whatever... He even said it himself but added the project part to sound more subtle" "Whatever.." I said and looked down at my food, smiling to myself.

"Why did I say that?! Oh my god I'm so dumb" Sunghoon said and bumped his head on the table as Jake patted his shoulder "It wasn't that bad by the way you say you did it... a study session? It's not that bad" Jungwon said, eating his lunch as he looked over at Sunghoon "I could've just gone and asked her on a proper date instead of a "study session"! I don't know why I was so nervous..." Sunghoon groaned "Maybe because you like her?" Ni-ki butted in, playing some games in his phone while he listened to Sunghoon's rambling "I don't-" "Yes you do, Sunghoon" everyone in the table said in unison, glancing at him before he bumped his head on the table again.

Sitting down next to Sunghoon in one of the cafe's table I started to take out all my books and things we were going to need to complete the project "Did you bring your book today?" I asked Sunghoon jokingly as I looked over at him "Yeah I did..." he said before chuckling lightly, cute.

"Let me walk you home, ___" I heard Sunghoon say as we walked out from the café after finishing the history project, a week before the day we had to hand it in "What?" I couldn't believe my ears in that moment "Yeah... Would you be comfortable with me walking you home?" He asked again and I smiled softly, nodding at his words "Yes..". We were walking together when suddenly little drops started to fall, slowly turning into a light rain "Oh.." I said as we realized it had started to rain "It's okay, I have an umbrella in my backpack" I said before taking out a small umbrella, it was more likely to be an individual umbrella due to the size but Sunghoon didn't mind about that as we shared it. It was awkward, definitely. But gladly my apartment wasn't far away from where we were and minutes after we arrived there "Thank you for walking me home, Sunghoon" I said smiling at him "No problem" he said and he was about to walk away under the rain when I stopped him, grabbing his arm softly "You can have my umbrella, I can't let you walk home under the rain" "Really?" "Yeah" I said chuckling "How can I repay you?" Sunghoon asked me and I shrugged, smiling "Giving it back?" I said and we both laughed "I don't know, but don't worry. Make sure to arrive safely and then we'll talk about that" I said and Sunghoon nodded, he waved before he started to walk away with my umbrella.

"And so I gave it to him!" I told Mi-Ju as we were on a phone call "Oh my god, I swear you're making smoother moves than him!" She said and I laughed "It's okay, I don't think he even likes me" I said and laid down on my bed, talking to Mi-Ju for a while more.

The next day I was in my locker when I saw my umbrella with a note and candies beside it, how did it end up inside my locker? I don't remember giving Sunghoon my locker keys. I grabbed the note and read it, smiling to myself as I grabbed the umbrella and put it inside my backpack again. I noticed that the candies were also one of my favorites, how did he know? Maybe it was a consequence and I was just overthinking about it, but how did he manage to put the umbrella and the candies inside my locker?

"Did you pass the chemistry exam?" Mi-Ju was talking with Ni-ki when I walked to her, she smiled and introduced Ni-ki to me as one of Sunghoon's friend "No I didn't" Ni-ki said, chuckling to himself "But the subject is so boring!" He added and I gasped, as a person who loved chemistry "What? Chemistry? Boring? Oh my god-" I said and Mi-Ju only laughed as I argued with Ni-ki. "Ni-ki? ___? What are you doing here?" A voice asked and Mi-Ju gasped "You forgot about me!" "Oh yeah sorry" I looked up and saw Sunghoon, it was weird to see him talk to Mi-Ju so confidently? "Hey" I said and Sunghoon turned to me, smiling "What were you talking about?" He asked again and Ni-ki told him about how he failed his chemistry exam. "___?" Sunghoon asked quietly and I looked at him, Mi-Ju and Ni-ki were busy arguing about something else so they weren't paying attention "Yeah?" I replied simply, waiting for him to talk "Would you like to go out after school to discuss about the project?" He asked me and I almost bursted out laughing, but I got the idea of his suggestion "Okay... even if we already finished the project?" I asked smiling playfully at him as he chuckled to himself, nodding "Yeah, even if we already finished it".

And that's how it was the last week before handing in the project. Sunghoon would ask me to go out after school to talk about the project, when we just went out to eat or walk around. It was sweet, indeed, but it left me confused. Did he want something else with me? If not then why was he doing this?

"Sunghoon?" I asked softly, as we walked together back to my apartment after spending another afternoon together "Yeah?" He replied "Why are you doing this?" "Asking you out after school?" And I was surprised by the way he already knew the point of my question "Yes.." I waited for his reply, but instead heard him chuckle "Because I like you" "What?" I asked again, not believing what he had said. We stopped walking and stood looking at each other "I like you, ___" Sunghoon said, looking down "But I didn't know a better way of asking you out apart from saying it was to study.." he said and I chuckled softly, I looked up at him "I like you too, Sunghoon... I've liked you for a long time" I admitted and he sighed before grabbing my hand "I'm sorry for making you wait" "It's okay, we're ending up together anyways?" I chuckled and he nodded, bringing me closer "We are" Sunghoon said and brought his hand to hold my cheek before connecting our lips together in a soft kiss.

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Summary: The reader begins her first day as Romans' new assistant.

"Now I don't want you to feel nervous, okay?" Paul walks at your side through the backstage area. "Roman and I have talked extensively, and we agree that you're the best for the job." He assures you. 

"I'm fine, Paul." You smile at him. "Honestly, you act like he's a god or something." 

Paul narrows his eyes at your confidence, knowing that it's risky. But he does nothing to stop your progress down the hall. Roman and Paul went through a stack of resumes knee high before Paul recommended you for this new assistant job. He had high hopes that your spunky attitude and resilience would prove to be a good thing. Figuring that it meant you wouldn't fold under the pressure of being in Roman's inner circle. But your overconfidence might just be your downfall. 

"Just...let me do the talking when we get there. Okay?" Paul asks you. 

You nod, not wanting to give him a heart attack on your first day on the job. Paul's always been there to give you tips and pointers in your career. And now he's getting you this job with the wrestling words biggest star. 

You and Paul arrive to the Bloodline's locker room and Paul heads in first. You follow silently after him and shut the door behind you. The Uso twins, Solo, and Roman all turn their heads at the sound of the door shutting. 

"My Tribal Chief!" Paul makes a B-line for Roman. "How are you today? I've brought your new assistant with me. Y/N, come over here and introduce yourself." He beckons you over to his side. 

"Right." You nod and head over to Paul's side. "Roman, it's a pleasure to be working with you." You hold your head high and offer your hand for a handshake. 

Roman stares you down, sizing you up. But you don't blink under his gaze. "For me." He corrects you. 

"I'm sorry?" You falter upon hearing his reply. 

"You work for me. Not with me." Roman clarifies. "Don't forget that." 

"Oh." You nod. "Right. It's a pleasure to be working for  you my Tribal Chief." You correct yourself. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Jimmy and Jey whispering with one another about you. Solo is standing next to them, his arms crossed over his chest. The younger brother wears a scowl on his face, but thankfully it doesn't seem to be directed at you. 

Paul gives you a small nudge and you instinctively step out of the way. Roman strides past you with his head held high and an aura of superiority about him. You fall silently into place at his side with Paul, and everyone files out of the locker room. 

"Umm, Paul." You whisper to Heyman as everyone exits the locker room. "Where are we going?" You ask him. 

"We go where Roman goes," Paul whispers back. "Just follow along and look important for the camera." He adds. 

You nod and fall back into silence. Roman continues until eventually he's headed out to the ring. You follow Paul down the ramp and out to the ring. Roman climbs the stairs and slips into the ring, followed by Paul and then the twins. You hang back and stare at the ring ropes at the top of the stairs. The length of your dress makes it impossible to get past the ropes without inadvertently flashing someone. 

Paul locks eyes with you from Roman's side when he realizes that you aren't at his side anymore. You stare back at him, unsure of what you should do now. Thankfully, a large hand sets on the back of your shoulder. You glance behind you and find Solo standing just behind you. 

"Here, let me." Sikoa slips past you and parts the ring ropes for you. 

"Thanks." You give him a thankful nod and get into the ring without incident. 

Now in the ring, you head straight for Paul without another word. Then, with everyone now in the ring, Roman starts his speech. 

The speech lasts around 5 minutes before Cody Rhodes interrupts. You watch Cody come down the ramp, unsure of what you should do now. You turn to ask Paul what you should be doing but find him gone when you turn. 

"Crap." You glance around for Paul and spot him already outside of the ring. "Paul!" You grumble to yourself. 

"You might want to invest in some more practical clothes next time." Solo appears at your side again to the rescue. 

You bite the inside of your cheek, kicking yourself for not thinking about that earlier. "Right, I'll keep that in mind." You nod. "So much for wanting to make a good impression on my first day, right?" You laugh at yourself. 

"You're doing just fine," Solo replies and parts the ring ropes for you again. 

You step out onto the ring apron and Solo joins you. He hops down to the floor with ease then turns and helps you down. "Thanks." You thank him again. 

Solo nods and heads back into the ring to help Roman and his brothers. Paul hurries over to your side and begins berating you. 

"Y/N! You need to pay more attention!" Paul warns you. "Roman won't tolerate that type of incompetence." 

"Right, sorry." You nod. 

Roman, the twins, and Solo handle business with Cody. Paul rushes you back over to their side and everyone heads backstage again. Roman stops when everyone gets backstage and turns to you. "Y/N." Roman beckons you to his side. 

"Yes, my Tribal Chief?" You hurry over to his side. "What can I do for you?" You ask him. 

"I want you to find that stooge Adam Pearce and ask him why he thinks it's okay to let Cody Rhodes run wild on my show?" Roman informs you. 

You nod and take a small step back from Roman's booming voice. He gazes down at you and waits for you to leave. But you remain in place. Paul hasn't shown you around the backstage area yet. So you've got nowhere to go. 

It takes a moment, but Roman seems to get the hint. "Let me guess, Paul hasn't bothered to show you around yet?" He asks you before glaring at Paul over your shoulder. You nod and Roman lets out a heavy sigh. "Solo!" He points a finger at Sikoa. "Show Y/N here where everything is backstage. And make sure she shows some backbone with Pearce. I don't need anyone weak working for me. I've already got Paul for that." 

"I'll handle it." Solo nods. 

You walk over to Solo's side and the two of you walk off. As you round the corner you can vaguely hear Roman scolding Paul for not bothering to show you around before your first day. 

"Don't worry about that," Solo speaks up when he notices the look on your face. 

"You sure?" You joke. "He sounds kind of pissed off. Maybe he doesn't like me as much as Pual is letting on." You tell yourself. 

Solo lets out a small chuckle, which surprises you. You glance at him and he flashes a small genuine smile at you. "He likes you, trust me." He assures you. "If he didn't then you wouldn't have made it past the locker room door." 

"Really?" You reply. "Well, that's a relief then I guess." You laugh to yourself. "What about your brothers?" 

"They like you too," Solo replies. "So do I." He adds. 

You stop walking and turn to face your impromptu tour guide. "I kind of figured." You giggle. "You know, Paul told me that you're supposed to be the stoic unfeeling one. You know, give me the cold shoulder and act uninterested?" 

"Only with the people that I don't like," Solo replies. "And like I said, I like you." He reminds you. 

"Well, maybe I like you too." You giggle. "This version of you anyways. So I guess that I'm lucky I'll be spending a lot of time with you in the future." You flash a cheeky grin at him. 

Solo chuckles and shakes his head. "Alright, come on spunky." He teases you. "Let's finish the tour so I can see you give 'ol Pearce a piece of your mind." 

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the bet ch.1 - r.b x female reader

Blurb: reader is known for her strong type a personality and regulus and evan have been making fun of her for it since their first year at hogwarts, and they're still making fun of her for it almost three years out of high school when she shows up to their work place as the new potions maker Word Count: 6.1k A/N: this is the soft launch of my new regulus series - i think there is 9 chapters and they are all written (only the last two aren't edited) so really i could release them all in one go but idk if that is annoying so please tell me whether you want like daily updates or for me to just send it and upload them all - or if you want to read this on wattpad or ao3 this will be uploaded on their as well and the links to my accounts are in the post before this - anyways, let me know your thoughts or if you want to be tagged in upcoming chapters, i hope you like it ! Warnings - regulus and evan are a little misogynistic

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“Oi,” Evan Rosier snickered, nudging his friend with his elbow, “look who the new girl is.” His words caught the attention of the intended friend and Regulus Black lifted his head from his work to see who had got Evan winking in their direction. 

“No way,” Regulus chuckled, seeing the way her eyes squinted and the lines on her face etched into a look of disgust at his friend's action. 

Regulus hadn’t seen her since Hogwarts. 

She had quite the reputation. Which wasn’t a surprise considering she came from one of the oldest and therefore noblest wizarding families. She was in Slytherin, of course, and in the same year as Regulus and Evan. She was Quidditch Captain, Head Girl, and she was the top of every subject she took, much to Regulus’ annoyance. 

“Good to see you again,” Evan smirked as she made her way over to her new desk and Regulus found it odd to hear her actual name fall from his friends’ lips considering all of the nicknames they had been calling her since they were eleven years old. 

They never said it to her face, of course. They weren’t cruel. Nor did they ever want to offend the only daughter of one of the most powerful families in the wizarding world. But behind her back, they were pretty ruthless. 

It started a couple of months into their first year when all the Slytherins in their year were planning to go to the Black Lake Friday night after dinner. Sure, it was breaking almost every rule Hogwarts possibly had, but there was no more effective way to bond with a bunch of kids your own age than to go see if the legend of the Giant Squid was real. 

“Do you want to come with us?” Regulus asked her as Evan explained where everyone was going. She was sitting on one of the tables in the Common Room, doing her homework and she gave them a confused look. 

“No.” They were taken aback by her abruptness, but tried not to let it show. “Are you stupid? You’re breaking almost every rule, it’s freezing, and we have a Charms essay due on Monday.” 

“It was just a question,” Evan murmured under his breath while Regulus tried to muster up a smile and hope she didn’t hear his idiotic best friend. 

“No worries,” Regulus said, “good luck with your essay.” And they walked out of the Common Room. They shared a look as soon as the door shut behind them and they couldn’t help but burst out laughing. 

It was Regulus who began shushing Evan, suddenly remembering that it was way past curfew and if the Prefects found them, they’d have detention for the rest of the year. 

“She’s uptight, isn’t she?” Evan scoffed as they made their way to the Great Hall. 

“Was just trying to be nice,” Regulus said. 

“Exactly!” Evan exclaimed. “We didn’t have to invite her, it’s not like anyone else in the year wants her there.” 

Regulus thought his friend was being a bit harsh, but really, he couldn’t say he was wrong. She had friends in their year, but Regulus was willing to bet that most of them only stuck around with her for status. To be fair, it was the main reason he and Evan had asked her in the first place. They were sure no one had asked her and they were sure she’d be super grateful to them for inviting her, and maybe, they wouldn’t mind being on her good side. 

Obviously they were wrong. 

“Wish I could say the same.” She gave them both a sarcastic smile and took her seat opposite Regulus.

The old guy who used to sit in front of Regulus was his and Evan’s favourite coworker. He could barely hear the two friends chatting about anything but work all day, and he was always happy to be included in the joke whenever they decided to have a bit of fun with him. 

They had a feeling that she wouldn’t feel the same way. 

They were sad to see the old man go, but they couldn’t lie and say they weren’t interested in who was going to replace him. 

“Maybe it’ll be some hot chick,” Evan said, swinging around in his chair to face Regulus. Sure, it was a pain for them to be seated with their backs to the other, but at least they were in close proximity. 

“What? Like you’d have a chance with a hot chick?” Regulus chuckled, also swinging around in his chair. 

“I’d have more of a chance than you,” Evan teased, bringing the end of his quill to his mouth. 

Unfortunately, it was not some hot chick. 

“What brings you here?” Regulus inquired, raising his eyebrow as she brought out a bunch of stuff to place on her desk. Evan was kicking the back of his chair and he tried to ignore it as she gave them another tight lipped smile. 

“A job.” 

Evan gave his chair a harsh kick and Regulus smirked. 

“There’s our ice queen.” Evan leaned forward to murmur in Regulus’ ear, covering it up with a horrible cough that earned him an eye roll from the girl opposite Regulus. 

She earnt that nickname not even a week after the invitation episode. 

Evan and Regulus had practically been friends since birth, so it was no surprise that they spent most of their time together, and really, they couldn’t help it that they often got loud when they were together. 

“It doesn’t surprise me that neither of you know how a library works considering you haven’t done a minute of work since we got here, but it’s a common rule that you’re quiet.” She seathed, standing over their desk, causing their laughter to die down. 

“Excuse me?” Evan said, a dry laugh forming in his throat. It was late at night so it was only them and a few seventh years left at the tables. 

“Sorry, I’ll dumb it down for you,” she said sarcasticaly. “Shut up.” Regulus couldn’t help the laugh that spilled out of his mouth and Evan wasn’t much better and soon, their laughter was louder than it originally was. 

She scoffed at them and rolled her eyes, before walking back to her desk and collecting her things. She stormed out of the library but before she did, she made an effort to stop by their desk and send them the iciest glare she could muster. 

“What’s up her ass?” Evan scoffed once she was out of earshot. 

“Did you see that glare she gave us?” Regulus laughed and Evan’s laughter picked up again. 

“Might start calling her ice queen, Merlin.” Evan shook his head and leant back in his chair. 

The name stuck. Because neither of them really understood why she was so icy. And stuck up. But they knew she was arrogant, and spoiled, and rude, and uptight, and therefore, an ice queen. 

If Regulus was being honest, he wasn’t sure how he felt about her coming to work at his dream job. 

She had taken Quidditch Captain from him, she beat him at being top of the grade, and she got Head Girl when Regulus didn’t get Head Boy, and now, here she was, sitting across from him at the one thing that kept him going throughout all of that, acting as a constant reminder of all of this. 

Regulus knew since he was in his third year that he wanted to be a potions maker. Sure, when he had this in mind, he never pictured he would be sitting at a desk for most of the day, writing new recipes and notes for future potion ideas, but he was enjoying every second of it. And it only got better when his best friend told him that he would be organising the supplies for the same company. 

They had been doing this for 2 years now, almost three, and it had been two of the best years of his life. Up Until now. 

“So you’re making potions?” Regulus already knew the answer, but he needed to confirm that he would be partnered with her. 

“Is that a problem?” She raised an eyebrow at him as she placed her bag next to her desk. She had placed a small plant on the corner of her desk next to her drink bottle, some parchment on the other side along with her quill that would have cost a fortune with the way her name was engraved on the side, as well as a small clock that's tick was already getting on the two boys’ nerves. 

“Not at all,” Regulus shrugged, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in his chair hoping that his demeanour looked like one that confirmed his lie. 

Sure, maybe the old guy kept messing up the potions because his eyesight was so bad he would get powdered bicorn horn confused with mint, but he let Regulus take the lead and Regulus had a pretty strong feeling that she wouldn't feel the same. 

While maybe she was Head Girl and Regulus wasn’t Head Boy, they had been Prefects together in their fifth and sixth year and she had been his Quidditch Captain for three years, so Regulus was all too familiar with her control issues. 

“What are you eating?” She had asked when he pulled out a muffin he had wrapped in a napkin and stuffed into his robe for tonight, specifically.  

“A muffin,” he shrugged, pulling the wrapper down and taking a bite. It was their first round as Prefects and Regulus wasn’t sure how he was going to survive another two years of her. 

“You can’t do that.” She stopped in the middle of the hallway and folded her arms. 

“Who says?” Regulus shrugged his shoulders and took another bite as he stopped in front of her. She scoffed. 

“We’re Prefects, we need to set an example.”

“I’m pretty sure students are allowed to eat the muffins the House Elves make for them.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Not when dinner is over.”

“It’s a muffin, relax.” Regulus exclaimed, taking the last bite and stuffing the wrapper back into his pocket. 

“I can’t believe I have to spend the next two years doing this with you.” She grumbled, hitting him with her shoulder as she pushed past him and kept walking. 

“Me neither,” he grumbled, following behind her and pushing down the urge to say something mean to her. It would only lead to a fight and like she said, they’d have to spend the next two years together doing this, there were plenty of future opportunities for fights. 

Besides, Regulus would never hear the end of it if his mother ever found out he was mean to the only daughter of one of the most noblest families in the wizarding community. 

That night when Evan asked how it went and Regulus recalled the muffin episode Evan laughed and exclaimed exactly where he’d like to shove that muffin and Regulus was glad he at least had Evan to understand the pain of spending that much time with her. 

“Why’d you have to get a job here?” Evan queried, and Regulus’ lips tugged upwards at his friend's lack of a filter. 

“Well I didn’t know you two would be working here otherwise I wouldn’t have applied.” She sighed, as if this was the worst thing to happen to her. 

“And if I knew you were applying here, I would have resigned,” Evan mumbled under his breath with the intention of only Regulus hearing, but her head snapped up at him and he was suddenly on the end of one of her icy glares and Regulus couldn’t help but chuckle. 

It wasn’t that they wanted to be mean to her. They were constantly balancing the thin line between being their usual arrogant selves and actually being mean to her.  

Their lives would be over if they ever actually offended her and this they were sure of. If she didn’t end it for them, her parents would be right there, ready to finish the job. They had seen it happen in their fifth year.

They only ever heard it from a friend of a friend, but the story went that the Ravenclaw Prefect had asked her out on a date and when she said no, his ego was bruised and he kept pestering her until finally, he got so annoyed that he hexed her. The hex he cast depended on who you asked. Some said it was the twitchy ears hex and some said it was the stickfast hex, but Regulus and Evan had a bet it was the horn tongue hex because she probably sounded just as annoying as a horn when she no doubt repeated ‘no’ over and over again. 

But while this was all speculation, it was a fact that after her parents came to Hogwarts to speak to Dumbledore about the incident, no one saw the Ravenclaw Prefect again. 

His friends couldn’t contact him and someone else was elected the new Ravenclaw Prefect. 

“Evan,” the boss called out, “I need our order for next month.” Evan turned around and got up, his parchment in hand as he brought it over to their boss.

“Good luck,” he murmured to Regulus before walking away and Regulus raised his eyebrows at him in contempt at the situation. 

She was watching them, a bored look on her face as she crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her fingers on her forearm, seemingly waiting for what Regulus wasn’t sure. 

He looked at her expectantly and she sighed. 

“So, what are we doing?” The way the office was set out was that their desks were touching each other, forcing them to face the other. Evan had his own desk that was facing another coworker who dealt with sales meaning his and Regulus’ chairs were back to back.  The other coworker wasn’t often in due to the nature of his role and Regulus was feeling a little envious of Evan right now.

On one side of the room were two doors, one that led to the boss’ office and one that led to the safety manager's office. On the other side, was the Potion brewing room, Regulus’ favourite room, and the break room, Regulus’ second favourite room.

It was only a small building, but there weren’t many people to occupy it and really, Regulus couldn’t complain. He was working with his best friend doing the job of his dreams and she was not going to ruin this. 

“I know what I’m doing, shouldn’t you know what you’re doing?” He gave her a cheeky grin and she grimaced back

“When I arrived she said Mr Black would tell me what I’d need to do, so I can always go and tell her that you don’t know how to do your job, if that’s what you want?” She gave him an innocent look and Regulus’ grin dropped. He sighed dramatically, swivelling in his chair and tapping the end of his quill on his desk. 

“Fine,” he huffed, “I’m working on a potion that can cure general symptoms of sickness. Muggles have a drug for it, but it doesn’t work for all illnesses, but we’re sure we can make it better.” 

“So why haven’t you?” She asked, leaning forward so her elbows were resting on her desk. Regulus resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 

“Well we think we have all the ingredients right, but as soon as we add billywig sting slime it starts to burn.”

“Just put some wartcap powder in it then.” Regulus wouldn’t admit it, but he was impressed she had thought of that straight away. He didn’t think of it until a week after his potion had burst into flames right in front of him. But then again, there was a reason she was top of their grade, and now he knew it wasn’t because her parents paid the school. 

“Yes, but that counteracts the effects of the fluxweed.”

“Oh.” She hummed, trying to think. 

“Do you have a list of the ingredients and methods you’ve tried?”

Regulus passed over his parchment and watched as she tried to make out his scribbles that held all of the work he had done in the last three weeks condensed into one page. 

She took her time reading over it so Regulus took this chance to go over to the bookshelf behind her and get one of the textbooks to figure out what ingredient he could try next. 

“Use vervain infusion instead of fluxweed, it still has the same healing properties, and wartcap powder won’t affect it.” 

Standing behind her, Regulus slammed the book shut, put it away, and grabbed the piece of paper out of her hand. He wasn’t sure why. He pretended to read it over, but he already knew she was right. 

How could he be so stupid? Of course. Vervain infusion. They learnt that in their second year. This was basic knowledge. 

“Well I won’t be able to test it until Friday.” It was Monday. Brewing days were on Friday. If they were exceptionally busy, they could do it on Thursday as well, but they needed time to prepare all of the ingredients, do a risk assessment and get permission from their boss. 

“Okay,” she dragged out the last syllable, “now what?” 

“Think of your own potion.” He gave her a small smile and she nodded, standing up to grab a book and flick through it for some inspiration. 

Regulus spent the rest of the morning filling out the forms for his trial on Friday. A part of him wanted the vervain to work because he had been working on this potion for too long, but another part of him didn’t want her to be right. 

How embarrassing. Regulus had been doing this for two years and it barely took her twenty seconds to solve his issue for him, he’d never live it down. 

She spent the rest of the morning flicking through her book, occasionally scribbling and occasionally sighing. Regulus couldn’t help but look up every few minutes or so. Mostly out of spite. 

She was here, ruining his dream job and she didn’t even know it or even care. 

And then there was the ticking from her stupid clock. Regulus wanted to grab it and smash it on the ground, but if he didn’t get suspended for that, he’d be fired and he wasn’t willing to get fired because of her. 

“Oi.” He was brought out of his thoughts by a kick to his chair and he swivelled around to face Evan. “Are we going to the game on Saturday?”

“Can’t, it’s my brother's birthday.” 

“And since when do you care?”

“My mother’s making him come over for dinner, I don’t know.”

“But it’s the semifinals.”

“I know, but I-” he was cut off by a scoff. “Are you alright there?” He queried, turning his neck to watch her look up from her book. 

“I’m fine.” She smiled up at him sweetly and he rolled his eyes as he turned to face his friend and widened his eyes in annoyance. 

“We’ll talk on our break,” Evan murmured and they both turned back around to their work. 

So Regulus continued filling out the forms and when he was finished, he tried to think of a new potion idea that he could work on after he succeeded with this one. 

His last one had been a medical related one as well, one that got rid of a stomach ache, and he was beginning to think that his mind was becoming fuzzy with doing the same thing over again and therefore needed a change. 

This was probably the reason she had solved the issue immediately. She had new eyes, Regulus did not. 

“What about an anti-acne potion?” She asked and Regulus looked up to make sure she was speaking to him. 

“What, like ten second pimple vanisher, or blemish blitzer?”

“Yeah, but they always leave scars,” she argued and Regulus made an effort to keep eye contact with her. 

“Well then there’s bubotuber pus and scar diminishing serum.” She huffed and Regulus was glad that he had this over her. 

“It’s hard thinking of a new potion,” he said, unsure why he was trying to console her, “sometimes it takes me weeks.” He also wasn’t sure why he let her in on that piece of information, but she turned back to her book and Regulus turned back to his parchment, hoping that she wouldn’t talk to him again. 

At twelve on the dot she looked up at him and Regulus could see out of the corner of his eye that she was trying to muster up the courage to say something. 

After a few seconds, she did. 

“When’s lunch?”

“Twelve,” he said, without taking his eyes off his parchment. 

“Do we all have lunch at twelve?”

“Yes.” 

“Do we have to go to the breakroom?” 

“No.” 

She wanted to roll her eyes at him, she wanted to thank him sarcastically for helping her, but she didn’t want to make things worse between them. 

It wasn’t that things were bad between her and these two boys specifically, it was that things were bad between her and pretty much everyone. 

She had always had trouble making friends and she knew most of that was her fault. If they weren’t too scared to make eye contact with her because of her status, they were annoyed with her because she was stuck up and had an overwhelming type a personality. 

And maybe, Evan and Regulus liked to get under her skin and she knew she only gave them exactly what they wanted when she reacted the way she did, but they were adults now, working together in a proper job and she wasn’t going to be the reason this was ruined. 

It wasn’t even as if they were mean to her. She was probably meaner to them. They always made sure their comments were just sly enough that hearing them without the tone they used could make them sound nice and she knew this probably had more to do with her last name than it ever did about feelings, but she knew the true intentions behind their words and she knew that they probably spoke horribly of her behind her back. She wasn’t stupid. 

Nor did she care. She knew how she came across and she wasn’t trying to make herself pleasant for anyone’s likeness. 

She didn’t want to be the first person to move for lunch, but she was starving and she needed to use her hour wisely. It’s scary starting a new job and even if she acted like she was confident coming in this morning, she had spent half an hour this morning debating on whether or not to bring a homemade lunch, or go buy it. 

In the end she decided to bring a homemade lunch but was prepared to leave to buy lunch just in case that was what everyone did. 

She wasn’t sure what Regulus and Evan were doing, but she knew she did not want to be with them in the breakroom. Alone. 

She wasn’t sure if the boss would come in, but she had a strong feeling she wouldn’t. She had only met the safety manager once and she hadn’t made a move for the breakroom either so her chances weren’t looking good. 

“Well, I’m going to buy my lunch.” 

“Okay,” Regulus responded, still no one making a move for lunch. 

“It’s twelve, so I’m going to leave now.” She grabbed her bag and stood up. 

“Goodbye.” He heard her sigh, but he still refused to look up from his parchment until he heard the door click. Immediately he sat up and turned to face Evan. 

“Cannot believe the ice queen is here, in our place of work, what are the chances?” Regulus was glad Evan was finding the humour in this situation. 

“How long do you think she’ll last?” Regulus asked, as they stood up, went into the break room, and got their lunch out of the fridge.  

“I don’t know mate, she’s pretty stubborn,” Evan chuckled as he placed his food in the microwave and set the timer. The low hum of the microwave was drowned out by Regulus’ laugh. 

It was odd. They barely spoke to her at Hogwarts. They only spoke when they were forced to and probably more Regulus than Evan considering they were both Prefects, but somehow, Regulus and Evan were very involved in her life. 

Not literally. She was just that one person that their conversations always drifted back to. It was probably because of her last name. She was practically royalty, or maybe more of a celebrity, so it was easy to detach the person from the body, especially when she acted the way she did. 

When she’d sit by herself in the corner of the front row and sit by herself in the Common Room on the weekends, away from the rest of the people in their year who were happy to mingle. When they’d heard her say ‘no’ more times than they’d ever heard her say anything else and when rumours about her seemed to spread like wildfire in the school because it seemed everyone else had the same problem as Regulus and Evan. 

It wasn’t to be cruel, it was just funny to them. She was so uptight and rigid and it was easy to get a reaction out of her. Besides, she always fought back just as strongly, so they didn’t see the harm in it. 

When she was Head Girl and used to break up their Saturday night parties at 1am Evan would try to send her a glare as icy as hers while Regulus kept trying to get her to join. 

“Maybe you’d be a little less stressed if you had some fun.” 

“I will get Slughorn if you do not end this within the next half hour.” 

And Evan and Regulus would roll their eyes and make some funny faces to the other while she turned her back, but they always ended the party.

“Just ask the Ravenclaw Prefect,” Regulus joked and Evan chuckled as they both rested their backs on the bench. 

“I’d still pay a lot of money to know what happened to him.” 

“I feel like the only way to know is to receive the same fate as him.” 

“I’m surprised they didn’t obliviate our memory of him just to really seal the deal of craziness.” They stood there for a few beats of silence before Evan broke it again. “Oh well, at least she’s hot. She’s gotta be better to stare at than our old mate who left us.” Regulus made a considered movement with his head. 

“I guess so.”

“C’mon,” Evan whined, “you don’t think she’s attractive?” Regulus hummed. 

“I guess.”

“You guess?” Evan shot him an incredulous look. “She’s a pain but I’d do anything to get just one night with her.” He let out a mix of a moan and a groan that had Regulus giving him a funny look. 

“She’d probably make you wash your hands before you ever got to touch her.”

“She’d probably watch me to make sure I cleared them right, but I’d happily do it,” Evan said as the microwave beeped and he took his container out. He mixed it around with his fork while Regulus turned to put his lunch in. 

“And you really think she’d even agree to this?” He shut the microwave door and turned back around, the hum of the microwave once more filling the room. 

“No way,” he scoffed, his mouth full of food, “but a man can dream.” 

“I’m sure you do.” Regulus gave him a grimace and Evan nodded. 

“I definitely do,” he confirmed. “I seriously can’t believe you don’t find her attractive, though.”

“I mean, if the offer was there, I guess I’d also take the opportunity to have a night with her.” 

“That’s my boy,” Evan chuckled, moving to sit down at the small table, while Regulus stayed leaning against the bench with the microwave on it. “You know what though, I feel like you’d have a pretty good chance. More of a chance than me.” It was hard to take Evan seriously when he was stuffing his mouth with leftovers and so Regulus chuckled. 

“What makes you say that?” 

“You’re from a pretty noble family, you’re not unattractive and you’re pretty good at getting in girls’ pants,” Evan was pointing his fork at Regulus and Regulus shook his head as both of them recalled just how successful Regulus had been at getting into girls pants both in and out of Hogwarts. 

“I don’t know, she’s like a whole other creature, she’s barely human.” 

“Don’t doubt yourself Reggie,” Evan tsked, “I bet if you tried hard enough you could get in her pants in a month's time.” 

“You bet, do you?” Regulus asked, the corners of his lips tugging into a smirk. 

“Yep, I’m even willing to put money on it.” 

“How much?” 

“A hundred galleons.” 

“Is that all? I’m pretty sure she’s going to hex me as soon as I go within five feet of her.” 

“Fine, three hundred galleons.” 

“Make it five hundred and you have a deal.” Evan shook his head, grateful that while he had a well paying job, he also came from a very well off family where this amount of money wasn’t a big deal to him. 

“Really?” Regulus shrugged. 

“Why not? Might make sitting across from her interesting.” 

“Alright, if you get in her pants in a month's time then I’ll give you five hundred galleons and if you don’t, you give it to me.”

“Last condition,” Regulus said as the microwave beeped and he took his food out and brought it over to sit next to his friend. “Make it three months.” Evan gave him a look. “Come on, you know what she’s like. She’s not going to warm up to me after almost ten years of being the ice queen.” Evan sighed. “And besides, there’s Christmas and New Years in between that and we won’t be at work.”

“I feel like you’re setting me up to lose.”

“And you’re setting me to get my dick bit off, are you in?” Evan chuckled. 

“I’m in.” 

Regulus put his hand out and Evan reached out to shake it. 

“Maybe her coming here wasn’t that bad after all,” Evan smirked, suddenly excited for lunch to be over. 

Her break was spent a little differently. She had gone to the park across the street and sat at one of the benches eating the squished sandwich she had hurriedly put together this morning. When she walked in early this morning to meet her boss and some of the first words that left her mouth were, “You’ll be working closely with Regulus Black, I think you would have gone to school with him.” She knew this was going to be a shit show. 

She had heard a rumour that Regulus and Evan worked together and she knew they were horrible together, she’d spent seven years of her life learning this. 

She knew they didn’t like her and she knew they’d never admit it, but she also knew that she never had time for them and their foolish ways so it never really bothered her.

“He’s the other potions maker here and Evan Rosier looks after our orders and supplies, so at least you have some familiar faces.” She smiled at her boss thankfully as if those two boys would actually help her if she needed it. “So if you have any questions, get them to Regulus, he’ll be there to help you.” Sure, she thought, but she smiled and made her way out to see Evan already looking up at her and nudging Regulus. She knew when she applied that she would be working with someone else, it was marketed as a position in a team, but she never would have imagined who else would be in that team. 

She spent the hour at the park, sitting on the bench and watching some of the children play in the park and she didn’t leave until a quarter to one, even if the walk back to the office was barely five minutes. 

She didn’t want to spend any more seconds with those two boys than she had to, so when she finally got back to the office and put her bag back down by her desk, she started working again, even if she still had ten minutes left. 

Evan and Regulus were still in the break room and she could hear them laughing and chatting, but as soon as her clock turned to one, the laughter stopped and they made their way out quietly of the breakroom and back to their desks. 

She didn’t give them the satisfaction of looking up, but after barely a minute of silence, she felt Regulus lean over his desk so his head was closer to hers. 

“Thought of any ideas yet?” She couldn’t help but squint her eyes up at him, why did he care? 

“Not yet.” Was all she said and Regulus lent back in his chair. 

“Well let me know if you need any help,” he said, before bringing out the applications he was working on before lunch. 

“Okay,” she said, a hint of unsureness in her tone. They were weird words coming from the boy who just over an hour ago was reluctant to help her. Maybe the boss had spoken to him?

She raised her eyebrows and shook her head before going back to work, but she could feel Regulus’ eyes on her every few minutes. She wanted to scream at him and ask what his problem was, but she didn’t think it would be a good look on her first day. 

No more significant exchanges were passed between them and her for the rest of the day. Occasionally Evan would kick the back of Regulus’ chair and they’d turn around and have a conversation. She wanted to roll her eyes and tell them that it seemed nothing had changed since Hogwarts, but she was trying to make a good impression. 

Not only did she want to put the past behind them in this very adult job, she also wouldn't put it past the two of them to dob on her like they were school children again, so she was trying to be on her best behaviour. 

At three on the dot, Regulus sighed and started packing away his parchment. He had filled out the forms for his trial on Friday and walked over to hand it over to his boss. When he came back, everyone was starting to pack up and so she followed suit. 

She put her water bottle, parchment and pen back in her bag and turned around to put her book back on the shelf. When she turned back around, Regulus was standing in front of his desk, packed to go home, and facing her. 

She tried to cover the funny look she went to give him by looking down to push her chair in, but she wasn’t sure she had been successful when she looked back up to see Regulus smirking at her. 

“Did you think of an idea yet?” 

“No,” she said, giving a curt shake of her head. 

“That’s okay, like I said, sometimes it takes me weeks. Maybe we’ll get a request during the week anyway, so I wouldn’t stress about it too much.”

“Okay.”

“Are you going home now?”

“Yes,” she said, they were still standing in front of their desks. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” Regulus said, finally making a move to leave the office. Evan had already left which she found odd considering she was sure they were inseparable, but she moved to follow him regardless. “Well, apparate safely,” he said when they got to the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

What a strange boy, she thought when he apparated away without giving her a chance to say goodbye. She shook her head and sighed before doing the same. 

She wasn’t sure what was going to come out of this job, but she had a feeling that it was going to be nothing less than interesting with those two beside her.

#regulus black #regulus black imagine #regulus black angst #regulus black blurb #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders blurb #marauders angst #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter blurb #harry potter angst #rb #rbi #rba #regulus black series

[do-it-for-the-fandom]

Post-series • AU • Kate and Rick have a 5-month-old son. (named Teddy because my brain literally cannot think of anything else. Real name, nickname, I don't care).

Daddy’s Jealous

When those first, sleepy cries echoed through the baby monitor as the sun rose, she groaned and gently nudged his shin with the heel of her foot.

She expected his usual mumbled “S’your turn” - especially so considering he had volunteered himself for the 2am bottle - but he pressed a kiss to her shoulder before slipping from the sheets and plodding upstairs.

After several quiet minutes, soft grunts and coos filled the sleepy silence of the loft. She pried her eyes open, one at a time, and looked toward the door where her boys stood in the soft glow of morning sun, smiling brightly at her.

“Good morning, Mommy,” Castle whispered as he waved their son’s hand in the air.

“Morning,” she sung back as she shuffled upright in bed, leaning back against the headboard.

“I wasn’t going to wake you but I figured, seeing as his last feed was bottle…”

“Yeah, I’ve got it.” She unbuttoned her pyjama top before slipping it out of her way and reaching out for Teddy.

"Ah, I remember the days when I had to actually put a considerable amount of effort into seeing your boobs," Castle reminisced as he passed his son off to his wife.

She laughed heartily. "Now they're just out... all the time."

"Hey, I'm not complaining," he assured her with a beaming smile. "Have you got everything you need?"

"Yeah, I'm good." She looked up at him, smiling, once Teddy was latched and settled. "Thank you."

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I'll be right back."

***

He came back into the room fifteen minutes later with a tray of breakfast: coffee, a slice of toast and an assortment of fresh fruit cut up into easy bite-sized pieces for her.

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly as she watched him place the tray on the bedside table.

"For me?" she asked, still awed by all these little things that he does for her.

"It certainly is," he said with a smile, tilting his head as he took in the relaxed state of his wife and son. "Is he all done?"

"Yeah, think so." She looked down at their beautiful boy's face and bright blue eyes looked back at her. "He's just kinda nuzzling now."

"Good job," he praised Teddy, taking him from Kate's arms. "You eat your breakfast, we'll go get dressed."

He turned and began to walk away, cooing and talking to their son. "We're going to try on a new outfit today. I think Mommy is going to love it."

***

When Castle returned, he held Teddy's back to his chest so that the boy had a perfect view of his surroundings. As soon as his eyes landed on Kate, he grinned a wide, gummy grin and jerked his arms and legs around excitedly.

"Hey, Baby," she greeted him enthusiastically. "Look at you!"

She laughed, taking in the new outfit: a fluffy white bath robe with matching white slippers.

"That might be the cutest thing I have ever seen," she mooned.

"Might be?" Castle gasped theatrically, cupping his palm over Teddy's ear. "Don't you listen to her!"

"As adorable as this is, don't you think it's a little warm for him to be so wrapped up?"

"You're totally right," he agreed - too easily in her opinion - as he laid Teddy down on the bed in front of Kate. "You should unwrap him."

She raised her brow at him, knowing him well enough to know that he was definitely up to something.

Slowly, she reached out for the neatly tied bow of the teeny tiny robe and pulled on it. Teddy kicked and squealed excitedly.

"Is there a surprise under here?" she asked, as she gently poked at the boy's chubby thighs. "Hey? Have you got a surprise for Mommy?"

Teddy squealed again, flapping his arms around.
Kate opened the robe to reveal a onesie she didn't recognise. After quickly reading the words printed on it, she shook her head and rolled her eyes, but couldn't stifle her grin.

My Daddy is jealous... I had BOOBS for breakfast.

Kate leant down and placed an exaggerated kiss on Teddy's cheek, pulling back with a loud pop of her lips that had the infant giggling hysterically.

"Your daddy is so silly," she cooed.

#story request #picture prompt #caskett #my fanfic #Kate Beckett #Richard Castle #my drabbles

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Millions of Light-Years (Kikoeru Yō)

But every ninja carries something like that around to a greater or lesser extent. I'm like that, too. (Sasuke Shinden, Epilogue). | Ten Days of Tenzo (@tendaysoftenzo) Day 5: Kakashi | AO3 |

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Sometime after the release of the Infinite Tsukuyomi, Kakashi visits. 

It is no surprise. Naruto had sought out his former captain’s tent this morning, with Sai on his heels. Sakura had been quick to follow, though her visit had been briefer, given the amount of injured and ailing in her care. It was only a matter of time before word would reach Kakashi, and Kakashi would reach him. 

And Kakashi has done so, quietly slipping into Tenzō’s tent as he lays in rest. Tenzo hasn’t looked at him, or even lifted his heavy eyelids, but if there is a person he could recognize by footstep and sigh alone, it would be Kakashi.

“Chakra exhaustion?” Kakashi asks, perhaps to himself. 

“Almost. I’m still regenerating, slowly.” Tenzō replies.

He opens his eyes, and Kakashi is different. 

To start with, he has two black eyes. The sharingan is conspicuously absent, a symmetry which feels strange to Tenzō, but he imagines, must be stranger still for Kakashi. Naruto had said something about that. It hadn’t made sense at the time. It still doesn’t make sense now. His flak jacket is in tatters, but there are no visible bandages aside from his leg wrappings. It is difficult to decipher anything from looking at his face, aside from the fact he likely hasn’t slept in several days. 

“Are you injured?” Kakashi asks him, pragmatically. 

It is one of the more straightforward questions Kakashi could have asked him. Tenzō thinks about it. His body aches all over, but it is difficult to point to a specific cause. 

“Whatever it is that two days of forcible tenketsu activation does to you. My heart is also being monitored for the effects of Kabuto’s poison. And there’s been damage to the bones of the left inner ear. Partial loss of hearing. Hozuki’s jutsu, I’m told.” 

“Anything permanent?”

“Shizune won’t say so,” Tenzō admits, disconcerted. “But the other medics suggest low rates of full recovery. Medical ninjutsu for the eyes and ears doesn’t tend to be so precise. Even for me.”

Kakashi would know better than most, he supposes, how medical ninjutsu cannot bring back something that has been shattered or severed. He looks back at the other man’s face. For his part, Kakashi nods and then inclines his head towards Tenzō. Tenzō presses one sore leg against another to allow his companion to sit on the edge of his bedding.

Kakashi’s movements are unusually slow, and it prompts Tenzō to ask, “And your injuries?”

“Lacerations to the chest and left knee. A puncture wound to the abdomen. More than a few cuts, bruises and burns. But nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” Kakashi shrugs. “Naruto and Sasuke are much more banged up than I am.” 

It is somewhat of an understatement, considering Naruto was sporting one less arm this morning than the last time Tenzō had seen him, but Tenzō supposes they should be grateful that that was all they lost. Besides... “Naruto told me that Sasuke is back.” 

“Sasuke’s back,” Kakashi agrees warmly. For the first time since he’s arrived, Tenzō sees his cheeks lift in a relieved smile. “A little worse for the wear. He doesn’t heal as quickly as Naruto, so he’s under Sakura’s care now.”

Tenzō tries to smile back at him, but the muscles in his own face feel sluggish and uncontrolled. He settles for nudging his friend with his closest knee with the hope his meaning is conveyed. 

In lieu of a response, Kakashi reaches out and offers him a clumsy pat on the ankle. It is familiar, and for that reason, it is unbearably heavy. It feels like a house has been dropped on his chest. 

“Kakashi,” Tenzō says finally. “What happened?”

Contrary to the sigh that he responds with, Kakashi leans back to lay down on top of Tenzō’s blanket beside him. “Naruto told you, didn’t he?”

“He did.” Tenzō concedes. He isn't owed anything more than the information he's already been given. Even less, perhaps. “But I...” He trails off, uncertain but wanting. 

“It’s a long story,” is Kakashi’s eventual reply. 

“Well, as you can see, I’m in a hurry,” Tenzō deadpans, lifting one hand tiredly.

The laugh that comes in reply is one that Tenzō can feel, as it pushes Kakashi’s shoulder against his own and causes Kakashi’s hair, wild as ever and lacking hitai-ate, to prod his cheek. “Okay,” the other man says, closing his eyes as if to brace himself. When they open again, his gaze is somewhere distant. “I guess I should start with Obito.”

“Madara,” Tenzō says, both a question and a prompt. This much, he’s managed to piece together, as convoluted as each war story he’s heard has been. 

It’s unclear whether Kakashi’s responding hm is in agreement or protest. “You know how I got the sharingan.”

He does. It is not something Kakashi has chosen to speak of often, but Tenzō knows from both village intel and Kakashi’s own rare, grave words about it, how it’d come into his possession. “Kannabi Bridge. Your teammate, Uchiha Obito.” 

Kakashi nods, and this too, Tenzō feels. In his periphery, he sees Kakashi raise a hand to his own face and then let it fall. “Obito gave me a lot of things that day. My nindō. More time with Rin. My life, and his eye.” 

Tenzō tries to turn his head minutely, close as they are, to look at Kakashi. His scar remains on his face, unchanged. “I’ll get to that part later,” Kakashi adds wryly. 

“Sorry,” Tenzō says, settling himself back. He interlocks his fingers, resting them on his stomach. “I’ll listen.” 

“You know that each sharingan can develop its own ability. Itachi’s Tsukuyomi. Shisui’s Kotoamatsukami. My Kamui.” 

At the first name, Tenzō bites down the urge to ask more questions. He wonders if this is how Naruto felt during their rasenshuriken training. But he nods, and Kakashi continues. “Before reinforcements arrived, there were only a few of us on the battlefield. Myself, Gai, Naruto and Bee. Kyūbi and Hachibi. Tobi, and the bijū under his control through the Gedō Statue.” 

With all that he knows Team 7 has faced in the past few days, this should hardly surprise Tenzō, but the image of Kakashi and Gai being underfoot even one bijū makes his blood run cold, let alone several. Unlike himself, Bee, or Naruto, they have no monstrous form of power to protect them. He feels a wave of nausea roll over him, and holds his fingers more tightly together. “You make it sound much simpler than it is,” Tenzō tells him. 

“That battle feels simpler than anything else I’ve seen recently,” Kakashi replies wearily. Tenzō feels a shaky inhale at his side. Kakashi’s voice is much quieter in his next words. “Tobi... Obito... we learned while fighting that my Kamui and his technique were the same. Two halves. The Infinite Tsukuyomi was the first Madara’s device, and Obito was the fuse.”

“I’m sorry,” Tenzō says again. 

“Me too,” says Kakashi. “For many things up until now. Obito, Rin, Itachi, Gai, you... There are a lot of things I wish I could’ve done differently.” 

They are looking at each other again, and Tenzō wonders what Kakashi sees in his face. “That isn’t your responsibility,” he says, more sharply than he intends. 

Kakashi raises a brow at him. Not unkindly, he replies, “Yours either.”

The words verge on something too close for comfort. Tenzō swallows around a suddenly tight throat. He unclasps his hands, flexing his fingers and retracting into a fist, once, twice, three times, repeating, feeling ten years old again all at once. It takes him a moment to catch his breath. “Naruto said... Obito helped you, in the end?”

Kakashi’s hand finds one of his, stilling it. He brings two of Tenzō’s fingers to his other wrist, letting Tenzō feel his steady pulse. It is slower than Tenzō’s counting, and his friend waits. When several moments of respite have passed, Kakashi tells him, “Obito helped us. We couldn’t have defeated Kaguya or undone the Infinite Tsukuyomi without him. We parted as friends.”

“I’d ask how, but I have a feeling I know.” Tenzō manages a smile this time. “Naruto has a way of getting people to see things through his eyes.”

Kakashi chuckles. “Better than anyone I know. He got through to Obito, and to Sasuke. He might’ve even eventually found a way to reach Madara, too, in time. He’s going to make quite the Hokage,” he adds. 

“Seventh, I hear,” Tenzō says slyly, tapping his fingers against his companion’s wrist.

To his amusement, Kakashi’s ears go red, his pulse picking up. “Ah, well...” And then, something in his face softens, and both eyes crease in a smile. “Yes.”

Yet again, Tenzō feels like he is walking the halls of a well-frequented haunt, only to find that the inside is not quite recognizable. But Kakashi’s expression is warm and sincere, and he grasps tightly onto the familiarity of that. “That’s what you get for saving the world,” he replies, as lightly as he is able. 

Kakashi shakes his head. “I don’t think I had much to do with that. They’d have found a way, with or without me.”

This terrain is more habitual, and Tenzō regains some of his footing. Eyeing his bedfellow doubtfully, he asks, “Is that so, Kakashi of the Susano’o?” 

At that, Kakashi flinches, letting out a startled laugh. He finally drops their gathered hands, but they land between their two bodies, so Tenzō can still feel the clamminess of Kakashi’s knuckles. “Where did you hear that?” 

“Naruto and Sakura seem to have taken it upon themselves to rehabilitate the reputation of every Uchiha who helped them out. They had a lot to say about your eyes.” Tenzō explains. With a furrowed brow, he adds, “Though I couldn’t really follow all of their stories.”

Kakashi sighs. “You’re not alone in that. No one else was awake for Kaguya’s return, so we’ve had a lot of explaining to do.”

Tenzō tries to picture it. “I imagine some of that must’ve been a tough sell.”

It paints a vaguely amusing mental image to picture Kakashi and his students trying to draw out diagrams of rabbit goddesses and alternate dimensions like a jōnin sensei might do while explaining chakra theory to their genin team. Tenzō visualizes the battlefield as a classroom, and imagines the Kage raising their hands to ask questions. 

“You’d be surprised what people are willing to accept if you release them from an endless genjutsu,” Kakashi says, interrupting his thoughts. 

Ah. Tsukuyomi. This is the one part of the war where his recollections are his own. 

Tenzō wonders if anyone else’s deepest desires were as mortifyingly mundane as his. So close within their reach. So contrary to what they have been able to achieve. His fist closes again, and this time it is Kakashi’s fingers that reach for his hand, pressing down. Calloused, warm, and unlike any that have been touching him lately. Not measuring, but grounding. 

“Do you remember much?” Kakashi asks. His tone is gentle, not unlike what he's used in particularly difficult missions, when they have faced an enemy he has no desire to fight.

It is only by merit of the polysemous nature of Kakashi’s question that Tenzō is able to answer. “Nothing that I can say now,” he says simply; beseechingly. 

In the pause that follows, he risks a look at Kakashi. His expression has an air of compassion that feels misplaced, but luckily, all the other man does is nod. Tenzō closes his eyes again. 

Kakashi’s breathing is so even beside him that Tenzō wonders if he might have fallen asleep. His own fatigue has started to catch up with him, weighing down his eyelids again and keeping them from reopening. Even the questions that remain in mind feel more and more distant, as if carried away by water. It is in this half-conscious state that Tenzō hears, “When you have something to say, I’ll listen.”

Tenzō remains silent, but he grips Kakashi's hand in turn as he drifts off. 

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Ann put up a hand. She drew Hyacinth farther from the door and lowered her voice, “John kidnapped Erik because they needed help and they knew we wouldn’t let him do this. Erik has been helping the Rainbow Alliance save coloured people and get them the hell out of this fucked up country, because Prokovia wants them dead, or… or worse…”

“De-magicked,” Maggie said. She took a sheet of paper off the bed. “It’s an apograph. Most of ‘em are, but you can read ‘em in the mirror. This is the important part. This is what Prokovia wants to do.” She held up the paper so both of them could see. It was divided into four equal parts, all of them moving and displaying text and images at once. “This is what happens when you try to take the magic out of an immie.”

In each quadrant there was a brief, animated snapshot, five seconds at most, followed by backwards text and further still images. They cycled endlessly, somewhat out of sync, as if whoever set them in motion had activated them one after the other, going clockwise from the top left.

The figure at the top left was a milk-white young man with threads of blond in his matching white hair. His complexion had the look of a broken mirror, with cracks running in every direction, except they weren’t open or bleeding. They were what Hyacinth couldn’t help thinking of as a normal human skin tone, but pale tan certainly wasn’t normal for this guy. He was smiling vaguely, almost vacantly, and holding politely still while the person with the camera moved to photograph him from either side. There was a round scar on each temple, just below the hairline.

The scowling blue woman to the right of him had a similar pattern across her face and bare shoulders, just a bit more fair. Her mirror had shattered more violently — there were patches of fair skin between some of the cracks, as if some of the glass had fallen out. She had a set of yellow hands holding her, and she was turning her head from side to side, not quite struggling but clearly uncomfortable. The five-second image ended with her swatting the camera and a split-second shot of a tile floor.

The orange child at the bottom left had no cracks at all, only patches, and much larger ones. The close-cropped hair suggested a boy, but it could have been either. Tears were welling in their eyes as they clutched a stuffed toy, curling their whole body around it and wincing from the camera’s flash. In the last two seconds, a brown hand intruded and gently nudged their head up, allowing a brief three-quarter profile view of a face with an olive-toned patch that included one dark eyebrow.

The final figure, another young man, did not seem to be coloured at all. His hair was dark, his eyes were blue, and his skin was fair. His hands were bandaged and bound to the chair he was sitting in. He was smiling, not unlike the other man, but his brief image also ended with the camera falling or being knocked over, for reasons unseen.

Honestly, the first thing Hyacinth thought was someone had painted up a bunch of coloured people for a weird theme party — except for the guy in the lower right. But then, as the image reset once more, she caught a thread of purple drifting across his face like smoke. It was gone so fast she wasn’t sure she’d seen it at all.

“What the fuck…?” She tried to pause the image and rack it back, dragging her finger from right to left, but it didn’t respond.

Maggie sighed. “It’s an apograph.”

“Smart paper has a backlight,” said the General. “It makes excellent apographs. Mr. Green-Tara seems to have figured that out at some point and copied a great deal of information he was certainly not supposed to keep, or share.”

“He did it for us,” Ann said. She touched the pile with the cardboard on top, but left it where Maggie had abandoned it on the bed. “It’s not much to read, it looks like he wrote it in a hurry, but he knew we’d come for Erik. He’s been trying to put things together for us, the whole time. The Rainbows haven’t told anybody because they don’t know who’s safe to tell…”

“I am the lone holdout,” said the General, “in insisting our government would not be complicit in an attempted genocide…”

“But they must know something is happening,” Maggie said. “They have intel. They’re not stupid. At the very least they’ve seen the ads, and they must know they’re not getting a bunch of coloured Prokovian tourists. It could be they don’t know because they don’t want to know. If they find out, there’s no guarantee they’ll help, and all this evidence is enough to blow the whole rescue operation out of the water if they take Prokovia’s side. The Rainbows aren’t wrong about that.”

“I am willing to admit,” said the General, “that it would be difficult to sell another war at this point, especially one with Prokovia, politically speaking.” She lowered her voice to a snarl, “Although it would be the only appropriate response.”

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Following Team Orders - Netherlands

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

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“I feel like I’ve been replaced.”  

“How so?” 

“Because you’ve spent the last two weeks with your crew chief instead of me.”  Frank mock pouted at Liv while she laughed.  

“We were just hanging out.  We went to London for a few days.  And nothing happened.” She could see the smirk forming.  

“So, what is going on with Buck-a-roo?” 

“Don’t call him that.” Liv took a sip of her coffee.  “We are talking, hanging out, getting to really know each other.” She popped a shoulder, “its been nice.”  

“Has he made a move?” 

She shook her head with a shy smile.  “He wanted to kiss me after the race, but I turned my head.  I’m not ready for that. I don’t want to rush.”  

Frank smiled.  “Well, good for you.  He’s a good guy.”  He swallowed his coffee. “What about Rogers?” 

A flash of anger went through her eyes.  “I don’t care about Rogers.  He is my teammate. Nothing more.”  

Frank frowned. “But you were…” 

“Yes, I was and he just… he went…” she sighed. She couldn’t bring herself to tell anyone about what she had seen.  What he had done to her. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter.” Her phone beeped and she smiled. “Bucky wants to do the walk through.  I gotta go.”  

“Have fun Bug.”  Frank smiled. She was finally smiling after a couple of months of heart ache. 

Bucky was leaning against the Red Bull trailer, texting with a small smile when he noticed Steve. He goes to wave but gets a filthy look instead, causing Bucky to frown. He wasn’t sure what Steve’s problem was, but he ignored it as Liv came up.  “Hey Bug! Ready for the walk through?” 

“Sure boss. Got my special kicks on,” flashing her pink hi-tops.  

“You are such a girl,” he smirked at her.  

“Duh,” as she sipped her iced coffee. Bucky laughed and then pointed where all the drivers were gathering for the walk through. Liv and Bucky stayed in the back, laughing, and joking as they moved around the track.  

“So here and turn 5, you want to be careful about leaving the track. You don’t want lap times deleted during qualifying or a penalty.”  

“Don’t leave the track, got it.”  Liv started to shuffle backwards near the edge. “Oh no boss, see I’m drifting.”  

“Liv, be careful,” Bucky warned her as she walked near the edge. He could see it happening and she hit a grove on the edge. He caught her before she hit the ground. “You are a pain in my ass.”  

“Thanks for the save.”  She stood up and her face darkened. “I guess Rogers was right.  I am clumsy.”  

“Not clumsy, doll. Just gravity challenged.” He held onto her hand.  “Stay with me and I’ll make sure nothing happens.”  

“Ok.”  She looked down to where their hands were joined.  “Gonna let me go?” 

“Do you want me to?” 

“Not really, no.” She blushed as they continued to walk.  They stayed behind everyone, until Charles noticed and nudged Johnny, who got Lance’s attention and soon the entire group could see that Bucky Barnes was holding hands with Liv Williams.  

Steve was seething. That was his girl and now his best friend was making a move.  After the walk through, Olivia had some press, so Bucky headed to the main trailer to look over some numbers. Steve slammed the trailer closed, making Bucky jump in his seat. 

“What are you playing at Buck?” 

Bucky turned to look at Steve. “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about, punk.” 

“You know what, jerk.  Olivia. What is going on?” 

“Why do you care?  You have been ignoring her for weeks.”  

Steve scoffed but Bucky saw a flicker in his eyes. “She’s leaving.”  

“What?” 

“I heard her.”  He hung his head.  “I heard her talking to Lloyd Hansen and get offered a full contract.  She used us to get a spot at Mercedes. She’s going back to Drysdale.”  

Bucky looked at his best friend with anger.  “You are a fucking idiot.”  

Steve snapped his head up. “Excuse me?” 

“You’re an idiot Rogers.  Liv would never go to Mercedes, especially for Drysdale.”  

“What are you saying?” 

“I’m saying that you should use your words, you moron.  She is not leaving.  She told Drysdale that she wouldn’t drive on the same team, no matter how much money.  Bet you anything she said the same thing to Hansen.  God Steve, you can be so dense sometimes.”  

“But I heard her…” 

“And you should have asked her! Instead, you broke her spirit, shut her out.  She thought she had a family with us, but you just had to go and ruin it.  Fuck man, just leave her alone.” Bucky moved to walk away but Steve grabbed his arm. 

“Are you with her?” The look of fear crossed his face.  

“No.” Bucky shook him off.  

“Not yet.”   

And he walked, official pissed off at his best friend.  

Qualifying goes better than the last race for Liv as she ends up in sixth.  Waking up on race day, Liv sits at the window overlooking Zandvoort.  She sips her coffee as her phone buzzes.  

Bucky: Morning Bug. Breakfast? 

She looks at the message and smiles. She is about to reply when she gets another.  

Rogers: Can we talk? 

Olivia sighs and leaves the message on read before replying to Bucky.  

Olivia: Can’t. Promised Frank already.  

Bucky: Can I be a little jealous? 

Olivia: If you want. 

Bucky: I’ll see you at the track, beautiful.  

Liv can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks.  She starts to get ready to head to breakfast with Frank.  After, they head to the track, joking and shoving each other just like old times.  Steve observes how happy she is and takes a little comfort that she’s with her best friend and not his.  

It’s a terrible race.   

But not for Olivia.  

Steve has an engine that blows four laps before the end.  Once back in the garage, he throws his helmet, frustrated at the result and then watches as Olivia finishes 2nd again. From the sidelines, Steve watches Liv park, and jump out of the car and race to the team.  She hugs Frank first, but she is lifted and spun around by Johnny Storm. He says something to her, and she blushes before she comes over to Bucky who wraps her in a big hug and a kiss to her head.  

With arms crossed, Steve watches the podium as Storm, Liv and a surprising Lance Tucker in 3rd go through the ceremony.  As they are announced, each driver shakes the hands of the officials, but Johnny goes one further and kisses Olivia on the cheek and she immediately blushes.  Steve grinds his teeth.  

Olivia is walking back to her trailer with her trophy to shower and head to dinner with Frank, Andy and Bucky, not really paying attention to her surroundings.  

“So, you’re fucking Storm too?” 

Liv whips around to face Steve.  “What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“I see the way Storm looks at you.  You fucking him and my best friend?” 

Liv couldn’t stop herself.  Her hand shoots out and slaps Steve with everything she had, his head snapping back and he looks back at her shocked.  “I am not fucking anybody!” 

“Right.  You just hang out with Bucky, Storm is kissing you on the podium.” He raises his arms, “what am I supposed to think?!” He took a breath. 

“You have no right to ask about what I do with my life. You made that perfectly clear!” 

Steve looks at her confused. “What? I haven’t said anything…” 

“I SAW YOU! I SAW YOU MAKING OUT WITH THAT MOTO-HO JUST TWO WEEKS AFTER YOU KISSED ME!!!” Liv’s chest was heaving, trying to keep the tears at bay.  

Steve was stunned.  “You saw me with Suzanne” he asked quietly.  

“If that’s her name, then yeah, I saw you.  You ignored me, for reasons only you know.  You made out with another woman and then I crashed, and you never came to see me.”  Olivia was fighting her tears, trying to keep it together. “I thought we had something. I thought you cared.  I thought… never mind, it doesn’t matter.  I saw you.  But you don’t owe me anything and I certainly don’t need to explain my life to you.  You made that choice for us.”  

“Livie, that… it wasn’t what …” 

“Forget it. Stay away from me.  I’ll be gone at the end of the season as I don’t have a ride so you can forget all about me then.” Steve’s face was shocked, but Liv didn’t stop.  “You took me and broke me.  I hope you get everything you wanted. Only ten races and then you’ll never see me again.”  She shoved him away and ran to her trailer.  

Steve had his hands on his hips and bowed his head.  He truly was his own worst enemy.  Because he was pretty sure that Liv wanted more with him and he threw it away.  

Liv changed and called for a car.  She pulled out her phone. 

Olivia: I think I’m going to call it a night.  

She climbed into the car and headed to the hotel.  She wiped an errant tear from her cheek.  She had almost blown it. She had almost told him that she had fallen in love with him.  Her phone dinged and she looked. 

Bucky: Everything ok? 

Olivia: I’m just tired.  

Bucky: Want some company? 

Olivia: Not really. Thanks. 

Liv made it back to her room and changed into her pajamas.  She sat and grabbed two whiskeys from the mini bar before she turned on the TV.  She downed one before she heard a knock on the door.  Rolling her eyes, she got up and answered the door.  

“One woman party doll face?” Bucky leaned on the doorway and gave her a smile.  

“I wanna be alone Bucky.”  She went to close the door.  

“Bug,” he stopped the door. “What happened?” 

“Nothing.  Nothing happened. I just… this year should have been the best year of my life.  And its been a clusterfuck.  I miss my dad, I miss home. Fuck, I miss Steve and its all just hitting me.”  She leaned into Bucky’s chest as she started to cry.  

Bucky wrapped his arms around her as she cried. “Bug, Livie, I’ve got you.  Frank, Andy, Tony, even Steve will always be there for you. And your dad is always with you.” 

“Bucky, I can’t do this anymore. I think I’m going to talk to Andy to find someone else.”  

“No. Liv, you told your mom that Williams never quit. I won’t let you quit.  C’mon doll face.  Let’s just get some food and another whiskey.  I’ll let you cry about it, you can scream about it, but you will leave it here tonight.  You will leave it in this room.” He picked her up and took her back into the room. They had pizza, they drank some more, she screamed at the world and then fell asleep with her head in Bucky’s lap.  

Bucky ran his fingers through her hair as she slept. And his heart was conflicted.  Because as much as he loved Steve, he was starting to fall for his girl.  

Who doesn’t love a little drama on the track? 

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