#n still thinking of others! i do need to accept that its hard to manage all the love n care n depth of emotions n thoughts i have at times

[ladylooch]

Nico's Best Girl - [Nico Hischier]

A/N: It has been a hot minute since I wrote Nico Smut.. or at least it feels like it? But the people spoke, and they were desperate for Nico and some spanking 🤭 So let me introduce you to Nasty Nico and all the things he does to his beautiful wife on the occasions he comes out.

Word Count: 2.1k

Read more Lexi and Nico Here.

Nico Hischier is so far in my dog house, he can’t even see our house anymore. 

This is a rare occurrence between the two of us, but I’m livid. Seething. Visualizing myself smothering him with a pillow.

Why?

Because he walked into our daughter’s room after his latest road trip and woke her up, then fell asleep next to me. So now, I’m the one up at 5 am in the living room, watching god awful toddler TV and sucking down my second cold brew of the day. Huge bags are under my eyes, purple and blue, for the three hours of sleep I managed to get.

It’s well into the late morning when Nico emerges from our bedroom. I’m still mad, but at least Lucie is taking a nap. My shoulders tighten when he leans down to kiss my head next to my dilapidated bun. He stays there for a moment, breathing in the smell of me after being gone for so long.

“Good morning.” 

“Mmm is it?” I mutter back as I stand. I begin gathering some of Lucie’s toys, starting by putting one of the puzzles back into its home.

“I think so?” Nico wonders. “I am so tired. I might need a nap later.” He says through a huge yawn. I look up at him, scowling at the back of his head. “Where is LuLu?” He asks, scratching at the hairs on his chest. 

“Sleeping.”

“Aww.. I wanted her to nap with me later.” A disgruntled pucker hits his lips. Nico goes to the fridge, pulling out orange juice and pouring himself a glass. I watch him, standing still and flabbergasted in the living room at his lack of attention. He turns back to make eye contact with me as he drinks. “Hm?” He asks between slurps, bushy eyebrows raising in question at me.

“If you ever do what you did last night again, I am going to blow an airhorn in your ear.” Nico pauses from drinking. He seems to take me in more, then grimaces.

“I’m sorry.”

“You think, Nico?” I question, shrugging my shoulders with attitude. He cringes and brings a defensive hand up.

“I’ll make it up to you.” I start grabbing the couch pillows Lucie threw on the floor, tossing them back into their places. I reach for the knitted throw blanket next, beginning to fold it back aggressively. “I missed her so much. I didn’t want to wait until morning to give her a hug.” 

“Well, now I’m missing the five hours of sleep I need to function.” I toss the blanket back onto the ottoman, adjusting the ends so it drapes over the side the way I like.

Nico watches silently from the kitchen while I stalk around the living room, trying to repair the disaster of our living room. My displeasure is obvious. Whenever I glance at him, I can see Nico’s mind calculating which fix he needs to pull out to move us forward.

“Lex.” Nico’s quiet call reaches where I am tucking her Lightning McQueen ride-on toy by the side of the couch. I look up at him and startle. He decided the fix is sexual. “You need me to wake you up?” His voice is husky, gone is the rough coating of sleep, replaced by the burning desire. It’s a reminder of how long that road trip really was- almost two weeks without each other, filled with FaceTime calls that barely grazed over the itch.

“Not sure you can, cap.” I quip back. Nico’s chuckle is low, accepting of my challenge. He pushes off from the kitchen counter. I bite back the desperate whimper in my throat at the sight of his hard cock straining his black pants. My lips part as he stops by the couch. He gestures for me to get on it. My cheeks are pink, eyes wild, chest fluttering as I take slow, teasing steps. 

“The longer you take to get over here, the more angry I’m getting… the harder your lesson will be.” My green eyes sparkle. A slight smirk pulls one side of Nico’s lips up, reminding me he is still there even as Nasty Nico is beginning to take over his body. Nasty Nico doesn’t like when I’m an ungrateful brat. Or when I whine at how hard he fucks me, or pulls my hair, or shoves his fingers into my mouth. He demands for me to be a good girl, his best girl, while I take him so well.

My folds are slick as I come to stand next to him. His hands reach for my big t-shirt- an old one of his he won’t wear anymore, from a playoff series that didn’t result in a cup. The old fabric teases my nipples when his fingers work it over my head. His thumbs come up, probing the puckered skin until I sigh. Nico kisses along my cheek until he gets to my ear. He tugs the lobe with his teeth, then continues with his lips down my throat. 

He lowers himself to the couch. Then he grabs my fingers, tugging me to bend down so he can suck a nipple into his mouth. I grip the back of his head, working to straddle his lap. Nico’s hand wraps around my waist, releasing my nipple. He jerks me forward, pinning me down to his side with my ass in the air. The harsh vibration of skin hitting rips through our living room. I moan, savoring the feel of my ass cheek tingling beneath his hand. His palm rubs over the area, then he digs his fingers in to heartily grip the muscle.

“That what you want baby, hm? You frustrated with me?”

“Yeah, asshole.” I sigh.

SLAP!

“Oh.” I moan. 

“Keep it up.” His tone is searing. He pins me down harder, gripping the waistband of my leggings. I turn my face out of the couch cushion, unable to see him, but the coolness of the room strokes against my wet, pulsing heat. 

His finger prints bleed into my ass, then pull apart my cheeks to hear the crudeness of my wet folds splitting open from his force. Despite his profession, Nico’s hands are relatively soft, no callous or hard points, so the smoothness of his palms over my bare ass have me closing my eyes. It’s a hard distinction, between how good his skin feels on me and how hard his next slap is. I jolt, screwing my eyes tightly shut. Those same fingers get soft again, going to explore my folds. He gathers my wetness on his fingers, then slides his middle finger into my entrance. I’m more than ready and pulse my muscles around him.

“Mmm, greedy girl today.” He stuffs another finger inside, fucking me hard with them as I try to press my hips back into his hand. His thumb rolls over my clit. 

“Cap.” I groan, “want your cock.” My hips buck back, finding enough momentum to thrust his fingers deeper into me. Nico steadies me for a moment, curling his fingers up, rolling them over the velvet spot inside of me. I quiver around his appendages.

“You can have my cock when you cum.” 

Everything gets wetter at his dirty words. Nico's free hand finds my nipple, rolling it between three of his fingers as he fucks me with his hand. I moan, wiggling under his pin and bucking my hips again. Nico lets me this time, groaning as I take over. The distinct slurp of wetness from each rock into him has Nico cooing encouragement to me.

“You looks so sexy right now.” He praises me. 

I moan loudly, then cum. Nico takes over, gently riding me through the orgasm. He pulls his fingers out, releasing me from my position and letting my knees straddle him upright again. I grab his wrist and before he can even demand, I wrap my mouth around his middle finger. The sweet, tanginess of myself explodes in my mouth. Nico’s pupils blow wider at the sight, mouth dropping ajar. I close my eyes and hum. His breathy moan dances across my face. 

“I taste so good for you. Only you.” I confess after finishing his ring finger.

“Mine. Forever.” He grabs the back of my neck to pull me in for a hot, wet kiss. We moan into each others mouthes. Nico helps me work my pants the rest of the way off. Then he drops his sweatpants and underwear to the floor. I watch, intoxicated, as his thighs tighten while stepping out of them. Fuck, I want those thighs slamming into the back of mine.

“Hard, Nico.” I request as he strokes his cock in front of me. The tip of him is swollenly pink, oozing already. “So hard.” I moan as he puts that same head against my clit. He slaps it there. I bruise my bottom lip with my teeth. Another small whimper pushes out. Nico smirks, slapping my clit again. A bead of his pre-cum sticks there, creating a thin line of connection as he pull himself away. 

“My pussy.” He reminds the room as he bottoms out inside of me. I groan at how tight the fit always is at first. He works his way all the way out, then does the same push forward. Nico moans this time. “So wet for me. Know how much you like it when I slap your ass.” 

“Mmhm.” He brings his fingers up oo my mouth, the same ones that made me this wet, and he stuffs them back into my mouth. He watches them slide in and out, pressing down on my tongue as he presses his cock deeper inside of me. 

“Look how good you are for me today. Even though you’re mad at me. Such a good girl, Lex. My perfect wife.” The last praise gets me and I moan loudly through the room. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, bringing them instead to my clit as he leans farther forward. “Kiss me.” He demands. I curl up, pressing our tongues together, then allowing his to hurriedly enter my mouth. 

“Right there.” I moan, shivering, feeling the tightness in my body coil to an unbearable point. My face scrunches up in pleasure and I put my forehead to his big shoulder as I scream out his name in ecstasy. Bright hot white explodes across my eyelids as Nico fucks me faster and harder. “Oh my god!” I yell, feeling myself tighten up again, instantly. Nico picks me up off the couch, fucking hard and fast. His balls slap against my ass as those powerful, hockey thighs take me to heaven again. This time, he comes too. He curses in his languages, almost dropping me as his powerful orgasm explodes inside of me. His fingers bruise me in his desperate grasp to keep me upright.

A freight train of blood rolls through my ears, trying to regulate me after two incredible, back to back orgasms. Nico lays me on the couch, staying on his knees between my spread legs as he curses again to the ceiling. After a few moments, I hear the faint call of a little girl.

“Daddy?” Lucie’s small voice comes from the monitor in her room.

Nico’s brown gaze come back to me. We are both panting, barely breathing. Lucie cries on the monitor again, then Nasty Nico disappears completely, and in his place is my sweet husband. He reaches from my hips, flipping me so my ass is in the air again. Nico leans down, kissing the red marks he’s left on my flushed skin. Once he is satisfied they have been fully covered with his appreciative mouth, he leans forward, connecting his chest with my back.

“I’ll get her.” He murmurs. “I love you.” He closes his eyes as he says it like a grateful prayer. “You need help getting to our room?”

“Mhm.” I respond. He chuckles, pulling my naked body up into his arms. He hands me my clothes before we move towards the hall. I lay my cheek on his shoulder.

“One minute, LuLu.” Nico sweetly calls to her when we walk past her room. “Gotta take care of my number one girl first.”

“I am not your number one girl.” It’s light hearted and I chuckle as I say it. Nico hates it and makes me look at him.

“What? Yes you are.” Nico is confused. 

“It’s Lucie.” I shrug like it’s obvious.

“No, it is not.” Nico shakes his head insistently. “It’s you, baby. No matter how many girls we have in our life, you’ll always be first.”

I know better than to argue further with Captain Nico Hischier.

#what my world spins around au #nico hischer x oc #nico Hischier smut #hockey writing #my writing #NHL fan fiction #nhl smut

[thatonegirlwhowrites]

Follow her anywhere || Robin Buckley

Summary: You find yourself following Robin and your other friends into the Upside Down which ends up with you hurt and allows for some long hidden feelings to finally be expressed

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Henderson!reader

Requested: no

Warnings: canon level violence, fluff, worries of homophobia, and crying

Notes: Requests are very much open so please send in stranger things requests! I’ll pretty much write for any character :)

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The last place you expected to be during the spring break of your senior year was another dimension. You had heard your brother and his friends talk about the upside-down but you had never actually been in it…until now. You weren't exactly sure what was going on in your brain when you jumped in the water, all you knew is that you would follow her anywhere…her being Robin Buckley. You had met during the events of starcourt and had basically been inseparable ever since.

You were aware your feelings towards her were different than how you felt about the rest of your friends, but you were also aware that even though you knew Robin liked girls, she would never like you. Even if in some crazy scenario Robin liked you how you liked her, it could never happen. If your mom found out she would certainly ship you off to some conversion camp and you'd never see the light of day again. That was mostly why you had decided to keep it a secret about who you liked. Even your brother, who you had no doubt would accept you with love and open arms had no idea.

So here you were swinging harshly at some monster bats all to make sure a girl you could never be with was okay.

“Y/N watch out!” You weren’t exactly sure whose voice it was because before you could turn in their direction a demobat dragged its claws all the way up your abdomen as you fell to the ground.

“Shit.” You immediately groaned, hurrying back to your feet as you all got the last bat off Steve so he could get up as well. It was clear he had deep injuries of his own, and the concern on Nancy's face screamed louder than the screeching of the bats right above your heads.

You and Robin gave each other a knowing glance. One that clearly states you both recognized the love that was still very much present with Steve in Nancy. Though the semi-happy look Robin had on her face quickly melted into panic as she saw the crimson color peaking through your now half-torn t-shirts.

She had immediately run up to you, but before any words of concern could be uttered, Nancy was now ushering the group towards the tree line as the demobats had laid off for a brief moment.

It didn't go unnoticed with you that Robin had tightly gripped your hand in hers, making sure you were able to keep up so you wouldn't fall behind. You were feeling two very different things right now…pain and love, so much love.

You all were forced to stop when Steve started to get woozy as he fell against Skull rock and it wasn’t long after him that you too began to really feel the effects of the scratch on your abdomen. It wasn’t hard for Robin to pick up on the signs that you needed some help as you attempted to sit.

“Let me help.” Her voice was gentle as she grabbed your hands allowing you to use her as support so you could comfortably sit.

“Thank you.” Your voice was laced with so much admiration and you were sure she could see it in your eyes. Robin somehow always managed to do the right things. It was hard for you to ignore the pounding of your heart as your mind couldn't run away from the thought of her, especially you and her together.

Though in Robin-like fashion her panic set in, “God I really hope those bats didn't give you rabies. I-I really don't think the upside-down has doctors o-or rabies shots for that matter a-and – oh god, look at your stomach! Are you okay? Wait no that's a stupid question, of course you aren't okay!” Her eyes were wild and her voice had raised a couple octaves as she got further into her ramble.

Honestly, it was cute how she rambled so much, but the anxiety-ridden feature of her face sent a weird feeling to your stomach, “Robin, I’m okay. It's just a scratch. Honestly.” You tried your absolute best to reassure her, and maybe yourself a little too.

Clearly, Robin didn't believe a word you just said as she ran up to Nancy to get some extra fabric, “Nancy! I-I need some of that please, Y/N is basically bleeding out!” her voice was loud which caused everyone to then look at you with concern.

“I’m not bleeding out Robin.” You sighed almost wanting to let out a small chuckle.

Heat flooded Robin's cheeks as she walked slowly back over to you, not realizing the scene she made until she had already made it. Instead of digging herself further in the whole, she decided to quietly wrap your waist.

You noticed Robin's quiet demeanor almost immediately, but it was hard to say much as you were very much focused on the sensation of her soft fingers against the skin of your torso. She gently wrapped the fabric much like Nancy had done for Steve.

Yet you were still oblivious to the love in Robin's eyes directed right at you.

“All done.” She spoke quietly before scooting back and slipping off her jacket, “You should put this on, your shirt got pretty mangled.” You didn't argue with her as she helped you slip into the jacket, her scent immediately consuming you.

You weren't sure what had come over you but you pulled Robin into a deep hug. You couldn't contain the overwhelming feeling in your heart right now, and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep it inside.

Robin immediately melted into the hug, letting a long sigh leave her body almost in relief. Much like you were currently feeling, Robin was also overwhelmed with emotion and whether it was the life or death situation they currently were in or how long she had kept her feelings in, she couldn't stay silent…not any longer.

“I love you Y/N. I really really do and I might regret this later, but I can't just keep ignoring it. I've sat and I've waited and tried to find the best opportunity to tell you about how I've been feeling, but I'm tired of waiting and I just love you and I hate seeing you hurt a-and we have to make it out of this okay? I cannot survive without you.” You guys were still locked in a hug, foreheads now rested against each other.

Suddenly all the pain seemed to have left your body. This is what you had been dreaming of for months, hell maybe even since you guys had met. For once you didn't start to worry what everyone else's opinion would be about you and robin, you simply just thought about robin and how caring she was and how worth it this would be if they could be together, consequences be damned.

“I love you too. I-I've loved you for a while now. I was so scared to tell you or anyone for that matter, but I'm not anymore. I don't care what anyone thinks of me except for you because god dammit I am so hopelessly in love with you Robin Buckley.” A single tear fell down your cheek as the biggest weight you had ever felt was suddenly lifted off your shoulders.

Robin didn't waste even a second connecting her lips to yours. They were slightly cracked, but something had never felt so perfect. You had no doubt in your mind that this is who you belonged with as your lips moved in sync with hers.

“HA, I KNEW IT. YES!” The kiss was short-lived as both you and Robin pulled away in laughter at Steve's outburst. There wasn't a single person around you who wasn't smiling and it felt great.

“Dammit, I owe Dustin $20 bucks.” Steve shook his head, meanwhile sending you into shock.

“W-What?” You were very confused.

“Dustin called this like weeks ago. He said you guys would definitely get together by the end of the month and I said it would at least be a couple months down the road. The little shit was right.” Steve explained, still irritated that Dustin had bested him.

You and Robin both looked at each other with small laughs leaving both of you.

“Was it really that obvious?” She giggled while furrowing her eyebrows.

“Apparently to everyone except us.”

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #dustin henderson #stranger things requests #stranger things #stranger things imagine #lgbtq #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #blurb #Eddie Munson #x reader #fanfics #Robin Buckley x you #robin buckley fanfic

[hmshermitcraft]

Doc and Grian hate each other. well..

Dog hates Grian, he's always messing with his stuff, breaking it, vandalizing it, covering it in dirt. The whole nine yards with this guy, and the worst part is that doc can't do anything to get him back! Every retaliation Doc sends Grian's way is disregarded with a laugh, like water off the back of a duck. Makes sense, pesky bird.

Eventually, after Doc manages to uncover his beloved perimeter and Grian just comes back with more dirt, more stupid live laugh love signs, Doc snaps. He's never really shouted at anyone on hermicraft, never had a reason to. This is too far, Doc can only take so much, even if he didn't have the creeper side of his brain yelling about how his territory was being threatened.

To Doc, the perimeter is his home, his nest, where he eats and sleeps, where he's comfortable and able to mess around with redstone. Grian constantly coming in and messing with it is upsetting on an instinctual level but until now Doc has ignored it, telling himself that Grian was his friend and surely he wouldn't take it too far.

He was proven wrong and now he was screaming, screaming at Grian because he just couldn't take it anymore. It doesn't matter that Grian doesn't know German, it doesnt matter that Grian looks afraid, all that matters is getting the point across that the perimeter is Doc's space, Doc's nest. It is not a place to do whatever you wish.

After he's done, Grian is stunned and silent. Doc runs away to the deepest, darkest, safest, corner and covers himself in moss. He doesn't speak to anyone for a while, exactly how long he doesn't know. The rest of the nho bring him food and water, leaving it a respectful distance away.

He's nearly ready to come back up, back to socializing, when he hears talons clack on the deepstone in front of him. He starts hissing immediately but Grian is not well known for taking the hint.

"I cleaned it up, it's all back to normal. And I- well, I got Mumbo and Tango to help me with the tunnel bore. Me n' Scar got it all back to how you had it."

It doesn't feel great to know that grian had been running around when he wasn't up, but the sentiment is appreciated. He sighs and raises his head, the usual glow of his eye gone because he hasn't charged it in probably weeks.

"can you lead me out. can't see." Creeper vision on its own is nearly blind, he's gotta fix that.

It's trust. Doc is still fuming, angry and vile, but Grian showed that he realized his mistake, he righted his mistake, and Doc trusts him not to be malicious again.

Grian holds his hand the whole way out of the cave, warning him of lips and ledges that he can't see. Doc knows he's closer than necessary, knows he's sorry. He accepts the apology and leans back.

It's not forgiveness, but it is something.

-s

It isn't hard, though, to notice the way Grian avoids him afterwards. He gets the occasional nod if they pass by each other in the shopping district, but the dumb bird is hard to find otherwise. Even in the shopping district, Doc has seen him maybe once or twice.

He knows he should be pleased. Finally, he's got what he wanted. His nest has been left alone, everything is fixed and he can continue working on his projects.

So, damn it, why does he miss the stupid guy?

Grian pushed too far, sure, but Doc still enjoyed his company. He enjoyed the game of cat and mouse they had together, if only it hasn't escalated so far. The Civil War and Area 77 worked because it just wasn't happening at Doc's own nest. He had a place to retreat to at the end of it all to curl up and feel safe.

He hates being the one to give, but he's growing tired of Grian avoiding him. It seems like Doc needs to think of his own play - just with some ground rules this time.

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #docm77 tag #gridoc #s anon #mod 🎀 #weekly theme: enemies to lovers

[haitanisbug]

Yandere! Rindou Haitani x Reader

Cw: Yandere themes. Implied kidnapping. Violence. Mention of suggestive themes.

a/n: a repost bc I'm still rusty at writing and haven't finished anything new in a while. OOC rindou bc its sexy.

You step out of the shower onto the cold tile with a sigh of relief. It's not often that you get time to shower by yourself without Rindou’s suffocating presence with you. It's one of his special rituals, bathing with you like you’re some loving couple who live to take care of each other. But usually these shower sessions end up with you pressed up against the glass and Rindou ramming into you from behind. It's exhausting and you're thankful for this rare time by yourself. Rindou mentioned he was going to be out later than usual, and wouldn't be home in time for your nightly shower sex routine.

Deciding to take advantage of the peaceful penthouse, you plop on the couch and cuddle up with one of the very few books Rindou allows you to own. The exhaustion creeps in quickly, and you find yourself suddenly drifting to sleep.

The slam of the door is what jolts you awake. Rubbing the blurriness out of your eyes, you look over at Rindou walking in. He’s muttering something and you can't catch all of it, but you can make out a string of expletives and his brother's name somewhere in the mix.

His sharp eyes cut over to where you’re laying on the couch. Rindou strides over to you, ripping off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt at the same time. It’s aggressive, and his imposing figure looks even more intimidating with the dark lines of his tattoo peeking out from under his shirt. 

“Get the fuck up. How many times have I told you that I don't want you sleeping out here when I'm gone? I want you in the fucking bedroom where its safer.”

Your heart sinks in fear. Shit, you think. It's one of those nights. When Rindou comes home from a botched job, he acts more callus than usual. It’s best to accept his angry advances in cases like this, and play the demure agreeable darling.... but even when you comply, you never come out of it unscathed.

“Oh. Umm I didn’t mean to, Rin. It was an accident. I won't do it again.”

“I didnt ask if it was a fucking accident or not, princess.” He grabs your wrist and digs his nails into it as he pulls. You go flying from the couch straight into his chest and his other hand comes up to grip your face. You can feel his nails digging into your cheeks too, and you know the indents will linger tomorrow. The pain is unbearable and something clicks in your brain. After having some semblance of freedom tonight, you snap. You start struggling in his grasp, thrashing your body back and forth until you free your face from his grasp and then push him away from you.

You’re both staring each other down, Rindou’s eyebrows raised in slight surprise that you managed to shake him off.

“Get over here.” he says. His voice is low and serious.

“...no.” you whisper.

Rindou’s eyes widen in shock at your defiance. But he gets over it quickly and narrows his eyes at you. “What did you jus-”

“I said no!”  Deciding you’ve had enough of Rindou’s abuse night after night you steel yourself and speak the words that have been bottled up inside you for a long time now.

“You always take it out on me like you need to prove something! I’m sick of being your punching bag, Rindou!” You halt your ranting for a second, chest breathing hard. The words you want to say are on the tip of your tongue, and you know if you voice them you’ll be in big trouble. You’ve already said enough as is. But in your heated anger, you make a split second deciding to spit it out regardless.

“You’re weaker than Ran. You know you’ll never be as strong as him and it bothers you so much. Knowing that you’ll never live upto him. So you take it out on me! Like that’s anything to be proud of? Taking it out on a weak and defenseless girl really proves your strength Rindou.” Your chest heaves from your scathing words, and you try to catch your breath.

You see the change in his demeanor immediately. His aggravation turned into a fury so deep you freeze in your spot.

“i..- i didn't mean it, Rin. I swear, Rin im-”

“If you’re so fond of my brother I should have him come teach you a lesson then, huh?”

“No! Rindou, I’m sorry! Really, I didn’t mea-”

Rindou stalks over to you and his arm shoots out, grabbing you by the neck. Your apology is cut off as he begins to squeeze. All you can do is scramble at his hand on your throat. Your nails try to dig into his skin, but it’s useless as his grip tightens and you begin to lose air. You drop your arms in defeat, your throat tightens up and your lungs feel like they’re on the edge of an explosion. Rindou loosens his grip just as suddenly, and your body crumples to the floor. Through your choking and sobs, you don’t see him kneel down next to you.

“Look at me,” he murmurs. You still refuse to meet his gaze, heart thundering against your chest.

“I said fucking look at me.”

The tone grabs your attention and through your tears, you look up at Rindou. He looks calm. Unusually calm. His face is relaxed and composed as usual, but when your eyes meet his… you swallow hard. Sheer terror sinks into your skin. Rindou’s eyes are an inferno of blazing rage. His eyes are usually cold and barren. You know how to deal with coldness… it's easy enough to bring some warmth into him from his usual apathy. But taming a fire? It’s hopeless. You know you’ve pushed him too far this time and the regret of your actions lies in every hollow of your being. 

His hand comes up to grip your cheeks and he squeezes hard again. The pain floods your ears. You have to strain in order to catch his next whispered statement.

“Say something like that one more time and I’ll make sure you never speak again.”

Too terrified to even sob, a small whimper leaves your bruised throat and you give a small nod. Rindou stares at you deeply for a few more seconds before he straightens up. He whips out his phone and dials someone. Whoever is on the other side picks up quickly and Rindou doesn’t wait for the other person to speak before he starts talking. 

“Yea. I need you over here whenever you get the chance. I want you to tear the brattiness out of my girl.”

Your eyes widen at the words he spews into his phone, and your body trembles at your oncoming punishment. There’s only one other person he could be talking to. Only one other person was able to tame a brat when Rin couldn’t. Rindou has told you enough of the horror stories about him and your heart sinks at the realization. Not Ran. Anyone…anything but Ran Haitani.

He looks down on you after hanging up, all the fire gone from his eyes now. His gaze is freezing to the core. You know trying to bring any ounce of mercy out of him now has become a lost cause.

“You wanted to talk about Ran, so it’s Ran you’ll get. I hope it was worth it darling.”

#rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #rindo x reader #rindo haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tr fic #rindou x you #rindou scenario #rindou fic #woof #tj.fics

[gvfgal]

The Art of Life: Part Four

Part Three

18+, minors evaporate!!

A/n: FINAL PART IS HERE!!! This was a fun cute little series to write, and I’m definitely gonna write a cute little smutty epilogue (because there clearly wasn’t enough in the story). BUT ITS DEFINITELY NOT OVER, I STILL HAVE SOME TRICKS UP MY SLEEVE 😏 But for now, enjoy.

Warnings: Brief mentions of sexual content, little angst, big fat happy ending!

Word Count: 3.5k

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One month later…

Josh had pretty much accepted the fact that he’d never see you again, other than on the big screen that was waiting to broadcast his film to the hundreds of festival attendees.

He knew what you said that night in your apartment, “we both deserve someone who can be there for us…”, but he was a fool for taking it so literally. That night, your mouth said one thing, but your eyes were telling a completely different story, and it was the one he really should’ve listened to.

But instead, he went and completely ruined the best thing that happened to him, all for some girl that couldn’t even compare to you. It lasted all of a week before they went their separate ways.

It had been a hard month leading up to the festival, Josh getting little sleep due to him putting finishing touches on his project and beating himself up for the careless mistake he made. The look on your face when you saw him at the cafe haunted him whenever he closed his eyes.

He felt drained, all he wanted to do was sleep, but the much anticipated night had finally arrived, so he’d have to hold on just a little while longer.

The field that the festival was being held in was bursting at the seams with life, students, their families, and well known figures in the New York film industry poured in as the various screens scattered about played different projects that his peers worked tirelessly on.

Josh’s family was somewhere in the crowd, and he spent a little time strolling with them before wandering off by himself for a moment of peace and (somewhat) quiet before his showing.

Since they’d arrived a couple days prior, they’d been hounding him nonstop about your whereabouts. He had to admit to them that he’d fucked up, which earned him a nice scolding from his mother, exactly what he needed in the moment. He was trying his hardest to enjoy himself, but he found it very hard to do without your presence.

Josh wiped his sweaty palms on his pants as he sat anxiously behind one of the large screens that was displaying one of his classmate’s projects, his was up next. He didn’t know why, but every couple of minutes, he found himself scanning the crowded field of festival goers in search of your face.

It was stupid, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“There you are,” Jake’s voice called from behind him, causing him to turn abruptly.

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you, why'd you run off?”

“Just needed some air,” Josh sighed.

Jake sat in the cool metal chair beside him and took a bite out of the funnel cake he was eating, “what’s going on? Are you nervous or something?”

Josh shook his head, for some reason, he wasn’t nervous at all.

Silence lingered for a moment, then Jake spoke again, “it’s y/n, isn’t it?”

Josh looked at his far too smart twin, then dropped his head into his hands, “I fucked up Jake, big time. And I don’t think this is something I can come back from,” he looked back towards him, “how did I manage to fuck up this badly?”

Jake opened his mouth to respond, but one of the sophomore film students came zipping around the corner, “Josh, you’re up in five.”

He sent the girl a thumbs up, then turned his attention back to Jake, who was offering him a sympathetic grin.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it too much. It’s life, everyone fucks up once or twice. And if you’re a Kiszka, that number doubles automatically.”

They both laughed a little before Jake gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, “but you’ll also never know what will come of the situation if you don’t at least see.”

He stood from his chair, “blessesed are those who ask the questions, brother,” he spoke in a Shakespearean manner, “or something like that anyway.”

The rest of his funnel cake was finished in one bite, and he tossed his trash in a near by bin, silently scolding his brother for choosing a place of refuge directly next to it.

Josh was standing now, and Jake began tugging on his collar, making sure his twin looked as presentable as possible for his big moment.

“I’m gonna go find the bunch, you know you got this, right?”

Josh nodded, and Jake sent him one more firm nod, “see you out there, then.”

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The crowd applauded as Josh’s professor stepped away from the podium, allowing him to step forward and introduce himself and his film.

His entire family was sat front row, Karen sending him a thumbs up. At the end of the row, there was an empty seat. It was meant for him, but he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to see you sitting there instead.

Josh cleared his throat, “good evening, everyone. My name is Joshua Kiszka, I’m the director of the film you’re about to see, and I just want to thank the festival directors for letting me share my-… our story.”

He could feel his nerves surfacing, his hands beginning to shake as he clutched the mic between them, “This film is something that is very close to my heart. I-it follows the journey of a young art student, who I shamelessly plucked out of the library one rainy morning, and we were stuck like glue from that day forward,” the audience chuckled, “when I met y/n, I was immediately drawn to her. She’s beautiful, yes, and her talent speaks for itself, but what really struck me was her ability to see the beauty in the people and the world around her. She found inspiration in the most unlikely of places, and her art was a reflection of her unique perspective. She herself, is a truly inspiring person, with a passion for creating art that’s contagious. Watching her work was like watching a magician conjur up a spell, each stroke of a brush or pencil adding another layer to the world she was creating.”

His eyes sought out Jake, who gave him another signature nod of his head.

You got this, big brother.

“But y/n is a lot more than just a talented artist. She’s also a person that radiates warmth and kindness,” Josh began smiling to himself, “her smile… it lights up any room she finds herself in, her laughter is so infectious, and it wasn’t long before I found myself falling in love with her.”

He looked down for a moment then back towards the crowd, “unfortunately, I guess life had other plans for us, and though things may not have worked out the way I expected them to, she still continues to inspire me. After filming, when I sat down to piece this film together, I wanted to capture the essence of her spirit and the beauty of her art. But as I worked, I realized this film was more than just about her art, but about the art of living.”

“You see, y/n taught me that life isn’t just about achieving goals and accumulating accolades. It’s about finding joy in the little things, appreciating the beauty of the world, and the relationships we build with others and the experiences we share. She showed me that art isn’t just something you create, it’s something that you live, day in and day out.”

Josh sighed, feeling more relaxed as he saw the smiling faces in he crowd, “so in this film, you’ll get to see y/n’s journey and the impact she had on me. You’ll see how her art reflected her soul, and how her spirit inspired me to live my life with more passion and purpose. To be honest, I didnt know what I was looking for when I set out to make this film, but I ended up finding everything I ever needed. I hope this film can inspire you in some ways, too. I hope you’ll see that love, art, and life, are all intertwined, and that the beauty of it is all around us, waiting to be discovered. Without further ado, I present to you ‘The Art of Life’. Thank you.”

Applause rung out as Josh exited the stage and took a seat next to his mother.

The projector came to life with harsh white light, before the film began rolling.

The first thing to appear on the screen was your face, angelic in so many ways, and when it did, Josh’s heart sank into his stomach. You were sat in front of your gallery of work in a more formal interview style. He remembered that day vividly, it took the both of you from sun up to sundown to complete that section of filming. He smiled at the memory.

“Introduce yourself,” Josh’s voice rang out through the speakers.

You shifted in your seat, “my name is y/n, and I’m an artist.”

It didn’t occur to him until then how much he missed your voice.

“And what does being an artist mean to you?”

Your lips pursed as you digested the question, “well, to be an artist is to see the world with a different set of eyes, to observe every detail and every hue, to capture the essence of beauty and turn it into something new… something more personal…”

As you continued speaking, the scene cut away to a clip of you laughing in your apartment as you worked on a piece, the faint sound of your laughter causing the hair on his arms to stand up straight.

“…but being an artist isn’t just about creating to me, it’s a way of life. As a painter, you’re given this blank slate full of potential, and you’re given all these various tools and options, and you’re tasked with creating something beautiful. Life is the same way when you think about it…”

Another clip from when you two visiting the art gallery on your first day together, you were standing admiring one of the pieces.

“Life, like painting, is full of contrasts, dark shades and bright hues, light and shadows that last. It’s all those imperfections that make it unique…”

You and Josh running through the rainy streets of New York, you with copious ammounts of art supplies in your clutch.

“… so to me, being an artist simply means being alive. Living, learning, growing, experiencing… and creating.”

Josh could feel something stirring inside of him as he watched you on the screen. The film cut to you standing on the windy harbor, and Josh turned to gauge everyone’s reactions. Every eye was glued to the screen as you began speaking. They all seemed to be just as captured by your beauty as he was.

In that moment, there was no doubt in Josh’s mind what he needed to do. He sprang to his feet, moving towards the nearest exit.

Karen gave him a wild look, but his heart was too preoccupied to pay any mind.

His slow pace turned into a light jog, and soon he was full on running.

“Does anyone know where the final art gallery is being held?” He shouted to anyone who would listen.

“Shut up, man. I’m watching a movie here,” someone shouted back.

“It’s a film, not a movie, genius,” he quipped back.

“South Harbor and 30th,” a female voice rang out.

He thanked the mystery voice, hastily exiting the venue and heading exactly in that direction.

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You were still on your first glass of champagne as you surveyed the gallery, watching people dressed in their Sunday best partake in cocktail hour. The room was filled with chatter and the soft hum of classical music.

These kinds of events always had you on edge, rubbing elbows with snobby art elitists wasn’t your cup of tea, it was simply a part of the profession you chose. But you often felt uncomfortable and out of place, just as you did right now.

Your parents were a no show, but that was to be expected, they hardly every crawled out of their small corner of the world for anything other than weekend casino trips, so their absence wasn’t missed. But Josh… oh how you longed for his presence. Even after seeing what you had a month ago, you couldn’t stop yourself from yearning for him. But you figured that season had come and gone, leaving you alone in a room full of crowded people as you waited to present your finished piece.

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Another hour rolled by before it was time for the artwork to be unveiled, and one by one, you listened to your peers give rehearsed speeches about their work, and soon enough it was your turn to do the same.

As you stood at the small podium, scanning the crowd in front of you, you suddenly forgot all the words you’d gone over dozens of times in your apartment. Eveyone’s eyes were on you, and you shifted your balance on your feet, tugging at your long black gown and steadying yourself in your uncomfortable shoes. The room was eerily silent as everyone waited for you to speak, and after trying and failing to remember what you wanted to say, you decided to simply let the words flow.

“This… this painting that I’m about to present is very near and dear to me, something I worked on tirelessly, and it’s of someone who’s very important to me.”

You paused briefly before continuing, “I met this young man one day in the library when he asked me to be the subject of a film he was making, and though I was a bit hesitant at first, I agreed. I didn’t know what to expect going into it, but I thought why the hell not? It’s not every day you get to be the main character in an underground film, right?”

A few people in the audience chuckled, “but what I didn’t know is how much that man would change my life. You know as an artist, you’re trained to pay attention to details, colors, shapes, those kinds of things, and I’ve pretty much convinced myself that I was an expert at doing so. But after Josh entered my life, I started seeing things a bit differently, a bit clearer. Josh has a way of bringing out the brighter side of life, a side of life I didn’t know I was missing out on,” your eyes began to burn from the tears that began to brew, “and I feel so lucky that I was able to experience that with him, no matter how short it may have been.”

“So I painted this portrait in hopes to capture his essence so that I could share it with all of you, because as much as I wanted to keep it all to myself, something that beautiful deserves to be experienced by many, if only captured in a single moment. After all, that’s the true job of an artist.”

A few smiles appeared in the crowd, and you dropped your head with a soft chuckle, “it’s kinda funny. I started off being his muse, but he ended up being mine…”

You were speaking to yourself now without even knowing, and when you realized that the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, you snapped out of your trance.

“Anyways, without further ado, I present to you ‘Quintessence’.”

The large black cloak that was draped over your painting fell to the ground as the audience erupted into applause, all of their focus shifting from you the the canvas behind you.

There were a few gasps and excited murmurs that slowly melted away your nerves, but as you turned to get a look at the painting, Josh’s eyes seemingly staring right back at you, the tension returned.

You stood back with the rest of the spectators to take in the painting, your first real time doing so since it was completed.

The painting was in fact of Josh, but it depicted him as some sort of angelic being. His face held a serene expression, encased by a soft white glow that brought out the curvature of his features. The idea came to you the night of your first date, Josh’s naked body pressed against yours. The light from a street lamp outside casted its light perfectly across his face, bringing forward the most beautiful parts of him.

His arms were outstretched as if he were in flight, his wings extended behind him, and his head tilted up towards the heavens. His body (which you decided to paint as close to the real thing as possible), was draped in a gold fabric that shimmered in the light, another idea from that night when Josh stood at the foot of your bed wearing only your bed sheet. His halo glowed a similar color, it’s luminescence bleeding into the background of the painting.

The background took on no real form, just swirling colors and shapes that gave the piece more of an otherworldly feeling.

Overall, it wasn't your usual style of art. It appeared as if it belonged in the renaissance section of some posh museum, but as you stood marveling at it, all you felt was a sense of pride. You were actually proud of it. All you wanted to do was show Josh in the way you saw him, and you had to admit you did just that.

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Once all of the art had been presented, you took the time to stroll around the gallery by yourself, admiring the work of your peers while sipping on champagne that was far too expensive for your taste. You hadn’t realized how much time you spent browsing until you made it back to the front, the once large crowd that congregated in the area now much smaller.

You sat your empty champagne flute down and began making your way back to where your piece was, silently cursing yourself for not sticking around to answer questions like you were supposed to. By now, anyone who might have been interested was more than likely gone.

As you rounded the corner, you expected the area near your painting to be a ghost town, but to your surprise, there was one curly-haired patron standing directly in front of it, observing in deep thought.

Though his back was turned to you, there was no mistaking who it was, and a small smile began to spread across your face.

“What’s your analysis of this painting?” You asked softly, repeating the question he asked you on the day you met.

You could tell he was already well aware of your presence, not frightened by the sound of your voice coming from behind him. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he shifted on his feet and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I see,” he began, pausing briefly to give the question more thought, “I see the best version of myself. A slightly less handsome version,” he teased, causing you to chuckle, “but it’s the version I’d like to be all the time.”

He finally turned to look at you, and his face was just as angelic as it was in the painting, maybe even more so.

“It’s the version of myself that you bring out.”

Your heart began beating wildly in your chest, your heels digging further and further into the ground as his eyes burned into you. They wandered down the length of your long black dress, then back up to your face.

“I miss you, y/n.”

All you wanted was to melt into his arms and tell him that you missed him too, but your pride took over in the moment.

“I guess the brunette in the coffee shop wasn’t enough?”

“No,” he responded with a scoff, catching you off guard, “no she wasn’t. In fact, I don’t think any woman will ever be enough for me, any woman except you. My muse.”

He was standing directly in front of you now, running the back of his fingers delicately across your cheek, “I know what you said that night, about us deserving someone who could be there for us, and I thought I agreed with you, but I don’t. I deserve you, y/n. And I think it’s safe to say you deserve me too. We deserve each other,” your eyes closed as he continued to speak, “could you even imagine anything other than this? Anything other than us?”

His thumb came up to wipe a single tear that slid down your face, “no,” you whispered, “I can’t. I don’t want to.”

Josh shook his head at you, “then let's not. Let’s not complicate it, okay mama? We’ll figure out all the details as they come, but let’s just fucking do it.”

More tears were falling now, only they served a different purpose. You nodded you head, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer, “okay, let’s fucking do it.”

He smiled down at you as his other hand found your face, pulling you in for an intoxicating kiss. It lingered on for a while without progressing before Josh pulled away from you breathless.

“Hey Picasso,” he grinned, “I think I love you.”

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Mr evershed x teen!reader - family isn’t always blood

Part 2:

Sitting in the staff room, you had your files rested in your folded legs, and you were correcting a few things with a pen.

The door was opened, and you flicked your gaze up to see a few teachers coming in, but they kept their distance from you.

You paid them no mind, setting one of your files down.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked up as Julie came in.

“Sebastian is here to talk about the meeting he held at the American boarding school last night.”

You nodded, closing your file and you gathered everything, making your way to the office with her.

Stepping inside, you set the files in the table, turning to the heavily tattooed man who was stood there with his arms crossed, looking at Ms Carter.

“Sebastian that is quite enough.”

He turned to you, grinning a little bit.

“Well hey boss, it’s been a while.”

You hummed, sitting down in the sofa and he dragged a chair over so he could sit in front of you.

“I’m busy, what do you want?”

“Well, due to new laws coming into force in America we’ve come to conclusion it isn’t safe for us to keep the school open any more. We’ve explored the option of transferring the students to other sites.”

“I see, have you given thought as to how this will work?”

“Yup, we’ll separate them by classification, the elite students will come here to study with the rest of the elites, the summoners to France, and so on. To learn with people and teachers who hold similar powers.”

He held his hand out, a small fire bringing a file into the palm of his hand and he handed it over to you.

You took it, looking through the listing of students and where they would go to carry on their studies.

“Even the council agree this is the best course of action, but of course we need your approval before we make anything happen. The council would also like your input on whether we’re safe to stay based in America or if we should contact everybody and assist in moving to safer locations.”

“Leave it with me, I’ll be in contact when I’ve reached a conclusion I would like to gather all the facts before I make a choice.”

He grinned a little bit.

“I expect nothing less.”

“As for now keep the students on lockdown, inform families to move to safer locations, or if need be to the school.”

“You got it, thanks.”

He got up, giving you a mock salute before he vanished from sight.

With a heavy sigh, you set the folder down, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Julie please get the council to send over everything they have so far as I can review it.”

“Of course.”

She left and you got up, walking to the filing cabinet to put the files away that you had previously gotten out.

You turned around to see Ms Carter looking at you.

“You have question, ask them. You will not learn anything about us if you don’t ask.”

“How do you manage?” She asked.

You furrowed your brows slightly.

“Elaborate.”

“I mean come on, managing a school as an adult? That’s hard enough. I can’t even imagine running multiple schools at your age.”

You slowly nodded your head, walking back over to the sofa so you could sit down and properly go through the new file.

“However old you may think I am Ms Carter I can assure you that I am much older. Running a school for mutants is very different to running a school such as this.”

“Can I ask what makes it so different?”

You looked at her, setting the file down.

“Handling teenagers is hard, they have no patience or interest in learning, they’re still learning how to be adults themselves while wanting to have fun. Now, when you add a mutation into that mix, whatever that mutation will be, they have to learn to grow up a lot faster than normal. They need to learn about that mutation, learn about where it comes from, how to control it, its limitations, things like this.”

She nodded her head.

“It is why we follow strict procedures and regulations when it comes to teaching the students at MTA, they must be prepared for a world that will not accept them for who they are, and they must be ready for the final exam which will determine whether or not they’ll be allowed to life a normal life or not.”

“What happens if they can’t?”

“They’ll be confined to a life in one of the world’s most secure facilities.”

“A prison? They’re just children.”

“It does not matter, if the governments deem them a danger, that’s where they’ll go. Some will have the ability to retake this test, but it’s rare they’ll be allowed out after that. Now, don’t get me wrong, unless they’re convicted of a crime this is not a bad place, they’ll be offered work, a salary, food, things like this to life a semi normal life.”

“That’s not fair.”

You shrugged a little bit, picking up the file again.

“Life is not fair.”

Ms Carter watched as you read through the file, and she turned back to her own work.

The room went silent as you both worked on whatever it is that you needed to do.

When the bell went again to signal the end of lunch you stood up, making your way into the now empty hallways.

You flicked to another paper, pausing to read through the list of other MTA schools, and you began marking which ones were for which students.

Closing the folder, you held it under your arm and rolled up your sleeve so that you could look at your watch before you went to your classroom.

Setting the file in the draw if your desk you closed it again, taking your jacket you pulled it on as you made your way outside.

Your students were on the field, practicing how to summon their familiars.

“How are they doing Yato?”

The man looked at you, clasping his hands behind his back as he turned to the students.

“They have the basic technique down, only a few have manage to harness the power to summon their familiars however.”

You nodded your head.

“As elites they should be able to control every aspect of being a mutant, from summoning to illusion.”

He hummed in agreement.

“Yes, but with the changes of conjoining with a normal school they are distracted, a few of them are having issues with some of the students from the school.”

“They’ll have to accept these changes as it’s out of our hands.”

Yato glanced down at you.

“You could have refused.”

“Perhaps I could have, but either way they need to learn that they are not better than normal people, we are all the same. They’re not going to learn that by being kept separated.”

“You know I’ve never questioned you before, but I have to ask (Y/N), are you sure this is the right way to go about this?”

You turned a little so you could look up at Yato.

“Do you think there is a mistake being made here?”

He gave a half shrug.

“Perhaps we should reconsider merging with this school, we have the capacity to open a new school for our own students.”

“You’re correct, we do. But this world is changing Yato, ordinary people and mutants are drifting further and further away through miscommunication, I would think we can change that but merging the next generation together, let them see they are really no different.”

He nodded his head.

“Very well, I trust your judgement.”

You turned back to the student.

“Have them focus on connecting their energy with the vail, that’ll enable them to call out to a familiar.”

With that you left, heading back to your classroom and you sat down at the desk to go through some test papers.

There was a knock on the door and you looked over to see Mr Evershed standing there.

“Oh, I was actually hoping to find Julie or Ben.”

“What does this regard?”

He walked over, setting some papers down.

“I had MTA do a test paper, the majority of the students never attempted the paper.”

You took them, flicking through them.

“I see, this is unacceptable behaviour, but you must understand your classes are not normally what they would learn, so perhaps they feel slightly lost on what to do.”

“What do you suggest I do? You know these students better than any other teacher, and I know a few of the others are having the same problem.”

“I will have a word with them, but perhaps after school sessions won’t go a miss if you have the time, if not you can pass the work along to Lilly, she runs the dormitory and can hold the sessions there.”

He took a chair, bribing it over to your desk and sat down.

“I could manage once a week if that will help.”

You nodded, writing down the list of students you were going to make retake the test.

“You have to see these students are ordinary people Mr Evershed.”

He sighed.

“I know, it’s easier said than done, a lot of people are here are on edge.”

“You are all scared because you know nothing about mutants, you know the lies that were spread to you over the years.”

You looked at him, leaning back in your chair as you grabbed your cup, taking a sip of tea.

“I respect perhaps you are not comfortable conversing with somebody who appears as young as me as you would one of your colleagues, but if you have any questions about my students I am perhaps the most qualified person to answer these.”

He nodded his head.

“Thank you for being patient. Maybe with the extra hour the students stay after school has finished we can arrange something for extra core lessons?”

“Yes, I can arrange that.”

He smiled at you.

“Thank you, I think it would help them a lot.”

You nodded your head, setting your cup down as you turned your attention back to your work.

He got up and left, and you began lesson plans for the next week.

You had back to back meetings that for the next week, so you weren’t around much, but when you came back you were straight back to work.

You knew the teachers of Ackley didn’t exactly take well to you being part of the staff, most of the time they went over your head, going to one of your colleagues instead of you if there was an issue.

You didn’t bother trying to correct this behaviour, you were in the process of moving another handful of students into the school and getting them settled.

You didn’t have time trying to correct the ego of teachers who clearly didn’t care enough to learn anything new.

You were stood in the canteen, hands clasped behind your back as you overlooked your students.

“Hey teach!?” A student called.

“Yes?”

You looked after at him.

“Can we go outside?”

You nodded, gesturing to the door.

“Yes, just remember to come inside for your next class.”

A few students ran outside, and you glanced down the hallway to make sure the others were behaving.

You recognised the familiar grinning face walking down and you sighed, going to meet him halfway.

“We’ll go elsewhere, follow me.”

You led him down the hallways towards the office, and you opened the door to let him inside.

“Sorry Mr Evershed, we just need a quiet space to go.”

“That’s fine, I can leave if you want.”

You shook your head, gesturing for him to sit back down as you sat on the sofa with Sebastian.

“The council need a decision (Y/N).” He said.

“Tell them to move everybody, I’ve already made the preparations, I’ve sent them over. It’s safer for them to be moved.”

“Alright, I’ll give the green light.”

He got up, disappearing from the room.

“The council?” Mr Evershed asked.

You looked over.

“They are a small group of older mutants who deal with the whole mutant population.”

“Including you?”

You shook your head.

“No. The council have no say when it comes to me, in fact, I tell them what to do. People go to them for help, if they cannot help they refer the matter to me.”

“Can I ask why?”

You gave a half nod.

“Yes, you can. I am one person, as the CEO of MTA I am responsible for bringing up and training the next generation of mutants, I simply do not have the time to organise everything or deal with problems everybody has. The more important ones come to me.”

“Everybody is okay with the council dealing with them? Even if the question was meant for you?”

“I trained them myself, every solution they give will be carefully thought out and be decided as the best course of action.”

“Don’t you want to spend time just being a teenager?”

You leant back in your seat.

“No, I passed my teenage years many years ago. I do not have time for trivial things such as parties or day out.”

“How old are you?”

You stood up, brushing a hand down your suit as you made your way to the door.

“I am older than you could guess.”

With that, you left and Mr Evershed watched as the door closed.

Whenever it came to asking questions about mutants or your students you were more than ready to answer but when it came to any question about you, you turned your answer into cryptic responses.

You never gave a direct answer, and nobody else would offer any help with it.

You were shrouded in mystery, and you seemed to make it an active choice to keep any information about yourself a secret.

Mr Evershed wondered about you, why did you appear as a teenager if you were older than you actually looked?

Was it a choice you made?

Was it something else?

He didn’t know, but he wanted to know.

Because he felt like there was a reason behind it, because nobody would willingly keep the appearance of a teenager, especially not you, because you were quick to remind people you were old, so he had a feeling it wasn’t by choice.

Right now all he had to go on was small things he picked up along the way, and if he wanted to understand mutants, help them learn, he felt like his first point of call was to earn your trust

#Ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Ackley bridge x you #Ackley bridge imagine #mr evershed #mr evershed imagine #mr evershed x you #mr evershed x reader

[unicornachos]

Ok no you don't understand ok Aziraphale and Crowley would LOVE going to the rocky horror picture show. But for like. Entirely different reasons ok ((blocks the exits for my captive audience))) oK NO FOR REAL LISTEN OK

Aziraphale loves it bc he's a theatre gay- he loves it bc it's fun and interactive and catchy and over the top. He loves how hard everyone on it works, he loves (unconsciously) how queer it is, that unlike any other production, it's still put on regularly the world over and audience participation is PART of it all- and if anyone asks about its horror and gore elements, or how queer and saucy it is he's quick to brush it off "Oh but it's all just a bit of fun, isn't it?”

Crowley, on the other hand, loves the rocky horror picture show not only for its insanity and gore, but because of its inherent queerness: he loves how the story is one big act of temptation- how the characters start out at the beginning innocent and by the end have transformed into characters willing to be seduced and willing to seduce others.

And he loves how the audience participation in shows emulates this concept- by putting V's on people's foreheads when it's their first time, how by the end of it newcomers also end up tempted and transformed from what they were when they entered the theatre.

And Crowley loves how humans manage to put the show on time after time despite its raunchiness and queerness and celebration of descending into temptation and finding liberation at the bottom- how the wider culture seems to just accept it as a permanent extra fixture of weirdness on the wider culture.

And when Crowley sees it for the first time, the first thing he thinks is "Aziraphale will LOVE this" & they make it a regular thing- the first time Aziraphale comes with him, Crowley loses it, rapt with joy as Aziraphale gets a big red V on his forehead and proceeds to volunteer for every single opportunity to be an audience participant.

It gets to the point where they know all the songs, and every so often Crowley will hear Aziraphale quietly sing the songs as he potters about the bookshop, become extremely red at some of the lyrics, and then continue singing anyway because it's so fun and catchy. Crowley even had a lot to do with making it as popular as it is. They've seen it hundreds of times (they've lost count of just how many), all around the world.

They even dress up sometimes, and every time Crowley inevitably shows up dressed as Frank-N-Furter, Aziraphale also inevitably has an internal crisis every time

((Releases my captive audience)) ok I am done now I wonder if anyone in the good omens fandom has thought about this I need to know

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #the rocky horror picture show

[sannylity]

mmm glarb thinking about artistic director x prostitute au for the 100000000th time this week

considering the past success of all his shows and the attention she gained, mariana is well-off. meanwhile, charlie's a struggling college graduate who lives with his daughter juanaflippa, his friend wilbur, and wilbur's daughter tallulah. they are renting out a small house and its not the best but theyre staying there and its their casa :D

though mariana paid him well for his work on set, charlie has that sweet sweet student loan debt to pay off and hes also raising a child while helping raise another child, so he still does nights at las casualonas, though theyre less common then they used to be.

sure, charlie was the star of the show. sure, everyone in the cast and crew adored him. sure, mariana and him were in a romantic relationship. but he was always afraid to ask any of them for financial support, instead hiding his class status and finding excuses for the days where it was hard for him to move.

mariana didnt know much about charlies home life, be it in his childhood or in his current years. but she noticed how he lit up in shock at every gift, every meal, how he looked around in wonder each time he went to his house.

charlie met mariana's parents- they were very well off, kind but strict, with bright smiles on their faces as they asked him questions and listened intently to his answers, never a shred of judgement visible.

mariana would ask about meeting charlie's parents, to which he was always met with uncomfortable silence or straight up "no"s. but he eventually caved in, saying that his parents weren't in the same spot, so they'd need to visit them seperately.

first, they went to see his dad- mariana was very uncomfortable as she realized they were entering the police station, before they sat down at a booth, looking into the eyes of a man in an orange jumpsuit, scars dotting his face.

a few days later, they went to see his mom- they'd packed a nice picnic, and charlie excitedly brought the other man into the graveyard, sitting down beside a grave and chatting to it happily, leaving flowers for his mother.

needless to say, when they made it back to mariana's house, charlie got a tight hug and kisses across his scalp. he never realized, she never realized that neither of his parents could be considered "in the picture" anymore.

he grew up with two parents who love each other very much and an older sister- they were rich, they were a nuclear family, they were picture perfect.

so it was strange to see a n image of a man and a woman standing with five kids, all of them with fear lingering in their eyes, holding photographs of three more children.

-💫 (huh i popped off)

Yes, you did pop off!

And this AU definitely tackles a lot on their social status since Charlie worked as a sex worker while Mariana is a successful director.

I like the idea of Charlie still going to college and striving hard to finish his year. It makes his load so much heavier, that’s why he doesn’t have time for romance and relationships. All he knows is providing for himself and his daughter and that’s it.

So, when he ends up having a relationship with Mariana, a total curveball in his life, a risk he took. The difference in their social status is highlighted during the first time Mariana steps into Charlie’s home. Maybe a small studio with overpriced rent but it’s near Juana’s kindergarten and his college, so it’ll make do.

At some point, even Mariana tried convincing Charlie to move in with him, but Charlie sees it as a pity offer, so he rejects him. Like you mentioned, he doesn’t like people spending for him because his independence is all the control he has left in his life and he’s not about to let go of it over some rich guy who takes pity on him.

Little by little, Mariana manages to coax him into accepting small gifts, that he deserves flowers and chocolates and serenades. Soon, when Charlie becomes financially stable, when they resolve issues regarding self-worth and social statuses, they even move in together to a new place that they both pay for. They pay date nights alternately and Charlie even gives gifts back to Mariana.

Charlie opens up more regarding his past and Mariana accepts him wholeheartedly. They live happily ever after when money and status no longer becomes an issue.

They love unapologetically.

[princess-prentiss]

All Too Well - Chapter 7

Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace/Jake “Hangman” Seresin

A/N: thank u all again and again, i am eternally grateful for everything we're finally out of the hospital! for a second there i didnt think we'd make it but here we are

He didn’t see her again until Admiral Kazinsky’s funeral. She arrived with Bradley, following him around as though he might collapse at any moment and need her to catch him. He stuck with Javy, who had noticed something was off with him the second they saw each other, he shrugged his questions off, merely saying it was just part of his reaction to being back on North Island.

They didn’t talk, but his eyes followed her as she moved to leave with Bradley, he did nothing to stop her.

-

He was the first into the briefing room the next day, taking his seat on the first row, it was only a couple of minutes before the door opened again. There she was, walking in as though she hadn't been in the hospital merely days ago, her hair slicked back into its regulation bun, head held high as she made her way to the seat by the wall across the aisle from him.

Neither one of them spoke or acknowledged that the other one was there.

The hostility in the room floated around like a toxin, both of them keeping their eyes fixated firmly away from the other.

The icy atmosphere was broken soon enough by the playful shouting of Harvard, Yale, and Coyote. Javy slapped Jake on the shoulder as he moved to sit next to him. The room filled slowly, Rooster entering last, only moments before Cyclone entered and walked to stand at the front of the room.

He didn’t know what to feel about the new mission parameters only that he was all the more determined to make it on this mission. To go and prove that he could make it home, that he could be trusted, that she had been wrong.

Maverick’s impromptu flight interrupted his thought process and he heard her speak for the first time since the hospital, her exclamation sounding worlds away. Although he would admit to himself, that he was jealous of the admiration her tone held, she had never regarded him that highly.

Of course, Maverick managed the impossible route, and the parameters were reverted back to what they had been before.

Cyclone marched out of the room to meet Maverick, Warlock following him after dismissing them, yet they all seemed to stay stuck in the room as though it was a guarantee of safety.

-

She didn’t know what she wanted to do with her last evening.

All the others seemed to be making plans, most were planning on making an appearance at the Hard Deck a couple of the others were going to go out for dinner.

In all of their plans, she never heard the voice of the cocky aviator her emotions had been so torn over. When she looked to catch a glimpse of his golden locks, she failed to locate him amongst the crowd of the twelve of them, it was only when she looked to the side that she saw him exiting the room without any of them noticing.

Bradley slipped her a look as she hesitated before moving to follow him, it was more as though he was judging her for her inaction rather than her final decision to go after him. She shrugged it off, dismissing him with a glance before leaving the briefing room.

She spotted him instantly, just about to turn the corner of the corridor. This time, instead of yelling at him, she picked up her pace, hoping to catch him.

“Jake.” She said when she was about two steps behind him.

He visibly flinched, but to her credit, she acted like she hadn’t seen it as he stopped and turned around to look at her.

“I was going to take Mia out later, maybe to the beach or something,” She started explaining to him, “You asked to spend more time with her, so you can join us, I guess. If you still want to?”

-

He didn’t want to be a part of planning what could possibly be his last night shoreside. He had done this before, accepted death as the inevitable, and lived his life knowing that everything he did could be the last thing he did. But those times, just before detachments, he hadn’t been responsible for anyone else. If he died who was he leaving behind really? Sure he had a few good friends that he hoped would be upset, but besides that, he wasn’t close with either of his parents, an only child so no siblings to worry about, so who would really care?

Now, though, there was a little girl, that had his eyes, that could grow up without ever knowing her father. He knew that was Nat’s plan in the first place but he intended to change that at the first moment possible. But if he was to die on this mission, she’d never know that he had wanted her, that from the second he’d seen her in that hospital waiting room, he’d hoped and wished that he could be there for her. That he could be everything his father wasn’t.

He left the room, not wanting to listen any longer.

Making his way down the corridor, he didn’t hear the footsteps approaching behind him until she spoke his name.

He didn’t understand why she was including him in this, the anger between them hadn’t seemed to shift the last time he checked. But he knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Of course.” He said gruffly, leaving no room for her to question.

“Great,” She looked slightly relieved at his answer, as though she didn’t want the effort of catching up with him to be for nothing, “I’ll text you in a couple of hours.”

-

She drove back alone to her parent's house, packed a bag then ate lunch before she went to go pick Mia up from school. Apologizing to the receptionist for her daughter missing school for the second time in two weeks, but it was only an afternoon and she couldn’t see it as being more important than potentially the last time she would see her mother.

Or her father.

But that was not something she wanted to consider, normally she was so sure in her skills, knowing that she would always make it home, she had someone to fight for and she would be victorious no matter what. But this assignment was different from the others, for one it was the first time she’d seen Jake since the academy, and that had seemed to mess with her psyche. -

Mia greeted her happily, the two plaits her mom had put in her hair bouncing as she ran to hug her waist, she moved to run her hand back to smooth down the baby hairs that had gained freedom as the day progressed.

They went back home, the pair of them changing into swimming costumes, with t-shirts and shorts thrown over the top; Nat had waited until after picking her daughter up to change out of her uniform, thinking that it might help persuade the school that Mia had a genuine reason for her absence.

She text Jake just before they left telling him to meet them at a beach far enough from the Hard Deck that none of the others would run into them, but close enough that she wouldn’t have to drive for ages just to get there.

-

He was already there when they arrived, sitting on the sand looking out to the ocean that stretched for hundreds of miles in front of him. Aviators perched on his nose, blocking out some of the afternoon sun, there were only a few other people on the sand, neither busy nor quiet for a weekday afternoon in early November.

He didn’t notice them walk down onto the sand, Natasha carrying the bag of towels and sunscreen she had packed earlier, Mia impatiently tugging on her arm, asking if she could go into the sea yet.

It was only when they were a couple of meters away Mia seemed to realize her mom wouldn’t change her answer and instead turned to look at the figure sitting on the sand.

“Jake!” She exclaimed when she recognized the features of the man.

He turned around to look at them, his face immediately breaking into a grin at the sight of the girl who was practically bouncing.

“Well if it isn’t Miss Mia.”

-

Turning on his southern charm, which had been one of the things she had hated about him then grew to love, Natasha watched as her daughter lit up at being addressed so formally.

She set her bag down on the sand, pulling out a towel each for her and Mia, before sitting on the one furthest away from him, allowing Mia to be in the middle of them. She dragged the girl towards her, attacking her with a bottle of sunscreen as she listened to Jake’s discussion with her daughter about how icky it was. After deciding that the better half of a bottle would be enough, she let her go.

“Come on Jake!”

Mia grabbed the man’s hand, pulling at it trying to get him to his face and drag him towards the ocean, but he didn’t resist. Standing before he pulled his t-shirt over his head, removing his sunglasses, keys and wallet from his pockets, and placing them on the girl’s towel.

“I’ll race you to the sea!”

He challenged her, letting her set off before him before sprinting after her splashing into the small currents of the waves that lapped the shore. They waded out until the water reached her shoulders, they began diving under the relatively flat swell, her swimming in circles around him, grabbing onto his arm whenever a current passed. It took him a moment to realize that this was real, and not something he had imagined in a state of desperation.

-

Natasha watched from the shore as her daughter and her father raced into the sea and then splashed around in the water. She didn’t want to interrupt their time together, yet at the same time, there was something about the situation that made her question the reality of it all. Being sat alone, on the beach, made her feel jealous of Jake at that moment. Sure she was happy that he was finally getting to spend time with his daughter, but some remnants of the threat he made in her hospital room lingered in her brain.

She decided not to dwell on that, shoving the thought as far back into her brain as she could manage, tucking Jake’s keys and wallet into her bag before hiding it under her towel, she got up, shedding her t-shirt before walking into the water to join them.

-

Mia insisted that they play mermaids, then dolphins, and then tag. At one particular moment, she found herself on Jake’s shoulders running away from her mother as she chased them trying to tag either one of them, then Jake bent his knees, dipping them both under the water so that she came up laughing, wiping the salty water from her eyes, grinning at her mother in a way that made her face light up too.

-

After a couple of hours, they left the ocean, drying off and changing back into their clothes before deciding to make their way down the street that bordered the seafront in search of food. Each of them consumed a hot dog from one of the tourist-trap stands watching as the sun began to set over the shore.

Natasha could see all of the energy quickly drain out of her daughter, watching as her eyes began to droop over the ice cream they had gotten for dessert. Jake had seemed to notice too, he picked her up, swinging an arm under her legs and another under her head, he carried her all the way back to where she had parked hours ago. Unlocking her car, he placed her in her car seat in the back, Mia fully asleep, her head slumped to the side as she buckled her in.

She turned back to look at the man standing behind her, closing the car door softly.

“Thanks.”

“Thank you for letting me be here.”

He looked at her with such sincerity that she almost felt guilty she was leaving now.

“No problem.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He turned his back to her to walk to his own car as she made her way round into the driver's seat, stopping at hearing her name.

“Nat, seriously, thanks.”

She let a small smile grace her lips, watching as he turned back to his path, walking away from her.

#hannix #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #top gun #top gun maverick

[squeakyfir]

A small hostage (A night at the museum 2 X Child! Reader Fanfiction)

Description:

You, an eight year old child who was left behind on a school field trip gets locked inside the Smithsonian and are held hostage by wax figures of historical figures. Though one was cruel, the other's were a bit mean but they showed a bit of care. So much for being evil. There were questions that needed answers.

Will you live?

Will you die?

Will you see your family again?

Will you even remember this night?

Enjoy!

*I do not own the night at the museum movies. All rights to the characters and storylines belong to 20th Century Studios ™*

Chapter 8

Previous ~ Next

As promised when your leg healed, your mother brought you to the museum of Natural history when it was closed. It's worth noting that your mother was not easily manipulated to come here so soon but the wound on your leg only took ten hours to heal. Because of that, she accepted the request to come to the museum. And also as promised, Larry was waiting by the entrance. "You made it. Come inside". Your mom had a strong grip on your hand as the both of you followed the night guard. Your mother was very hesitant about the whole thing and kept her space between Larry.

She didn't think this whole thing was a good idea since what happened but since you begged her to meet the people responsible for saving your life, she managed to control her questions and just pressed forward. Once inside, it was very strange to once again be in a museum that had no visitors. "Where's Al" you asked.

"In the basement. Just wait right here". Larry left and that left you and your mother. "Are you excited" your mom asked you in a scared tone. "Yeah. I can't wait to see him again". Your mom was still nervous about the whole thing but still didn't believe this at all. You eagerly awaited to see Al again and when footsteps were heard coming back, it was Larry who had that same tablet from before. "Ok, watch this". The tablet glowed in its gold complexion and the coolest thing you've ever seen just happened. The skeleton T-Rex at the entrance of the museum started moving and looked at both of your and moms direction. Your mom screamed and tried to head to the exit but Larry quickly stopped you both and said that there was nothing to worry about.

"It's ok. He won't hurt you". The giant skeleton dinosaur was looking at the two of you and when he moved closer, your mom fell to the floor hard. "Mom"!

"That's one way of saying hello".

"Mom? Are you ok"!? Your mom blinked her eyes quickly to see if this was just a dream and grabbed your arm. "Were leaving now"!

"No. Mom, I want you to-"

"(Y/n)"?

You turned around and saw Al with his men with a happy surprised look on his face. "AL"! You broke free from your mom's grasp and ran straight towards him. He smiled and when you reached him, he scooped you up and held you tightly in a warm embrace. "I missed you so much. You alright"?

"Never better".

Your mom slowly stood up and was not sure what to say at what she saw before her. Capone still held onto you as he and his men approached your mother. "Mom, this is Al Capone. He and the others saved my life". Your mother was speechless and only stared at him. "Mom"?

"Oh! I'm- I'm sorry. Who are you"?

"The name is Al Capone, it's a pleasure to meet you".

"Uhhh... Yeah. I am. I'm so... so... confused".

"Don't be" you said as Capone put you down, "he and the others saved my life". Al and his men looked proud of themselves but it was still pretty obvious that your mother was beyond shocked and very confused. "How is any of this possible"?

"Come with me, I'll show you" Larry said. Your mother followed but quickly took your hand and was hoping Capone wouldn't follow but Capone and his men followed after you and your mother. She felt so unnerved but only went along with what you said. If these people, or whatever they are, really did save your life, then they're immediately owed your mother's biggest thank you. But this was very different.

While walking along, Larry explained more about the situation and how this was all possible and hardly anyone else knows about this. A golden tablet given to a young pharoh named Ahkmenrah which possessed the ability to bring things to life at night. The tablet was brought here from an expedition on the nile as well as the young pharaohs sarcophagus but his moms and dads sarcophagus were sent to london in a different museum. The young pharoh was awake and, from your mother's perspective, he was very handsome.

"Hey Ahk, I was just telling... Uhh..."

"(Y/n)".

"-(Y/n), and her mother, on how your tablet works".

"Hey" you asked "Where's Napoleon and Ivan"?

"What" your mom asked with confusion.

"They should be out and around".

"Cool" you looked up at your mom, "I'm gonna go find Ivan and Napoleon". Your mother was speechless and wanted to stop you from going alone but Capone read her expression and said, "Don't worry, I'll go with her. Come on, boys". Capone and his men quickly followed after you leaving your mother behind to be very confused. Larry approached her and said, "She'll be fine. It's safe".

"I don't understand".

"I know it doesn't make any sense. Believe me. How do you think I reacted when I first started working here"?

"How did you react"?

"I was chased by Rexy, the dinosaur at the entrance. I'm surprised he didn't eat me" Larry said with a chuckle.

"Actually Larry" Ahkmenrah said, "Rexy would be incapable to do so since he has no digestive system". Larry rolled his eyes as your mother held back her laughter. Meanwhile, you were with Capone trying to find Ivan and Napoleon. You found many other exhibits that already knew you were coming and already met Capone and the others. Capone held onto your hand since he hadn't really had the chance to explore this museum yet. So he wasn't sure what to expect. But right now, he only cared about your safety.

While you all kept searching, you heard two familiar accents arguing. "Will you stop calling me that"!

"You both, dumb dumb".

"Do you have any idea who I am"!?

"Yes... You both dumb dumb".

"Strellsty, attack it"!

"Don't" you yelled. They all turned around and smiled when they saw you. You let go of Capones hand and ran towards them. Napoleon embraced your small form and soon Ivan did as well. "Glad to see you two aren't dead yet" Capone said as he came over, "Those big guys with swords and armor were kinda aggressive".

"Ah yes, them. They nearly killed me" Ivan said with dark tone.

"Good thing they didn't" you said with a smile. Al then said, "Come on, let's not worry your mother". Al got a rehold of your hand and had Napoleon and Ivan follow you and the gangsters. The atmosphere was silent other than the occasional question or remark. They then spoke of Kahmunrah. What would've happened if he had succeeded. They don't know but they're glad that he's gone and that he didn't kill you. They eventually made it back to your mother who understood the whole situation now and even more relaxed to see you still in one piece.

"Nice to see you again" Al said in a flirty fashion. Your mother smiled and saw how happy you were that he and the others were by your side. "I just want to say", your mother said coming forward, "I want to thank you all for saving my daughters life. I don't know how to express my gratitude".

"It was no trouble at all Mademoiselle" Napoleon said, "I'm just gald that (Y/n) is safe as well". Your mother smiled and thanked them all again.

"But anyways, I unfortunately have work in the morning and (Y/n) has school".

"Is my teacher still there"?

"No. I reported her and she was arrested for child endangerment. I'm gonna sue her".

"Cool" you said with a smirk.

"Anyways, say goodbye. We have to leave".

"Ok mom". You turned to Napoleon and Ivan and hugged them goodbye. The two leaders the walked off which left Capone and his men. Al got down to your level and embraced you tightly. "Don't worry, I'll see you again" he said.

"When" you asked.

"How about in two days" your mother recommended. You nodded your head and felt Capone kiss your forehead. "It's just two days, ok"? You nodded and he smiled at warmly. "I'll see you soon". Capone stood up and your mother took your hand. "And hey" Capone said getting your mother's attention, "Maybe I can see you more too". He gave a flirty smile to your mom to which she blushed slightly. "Maybe" she said with a flirty look. "I have to go. Goodnight".

"Goodnight".

You and your mother then left but all you thought about was getting to see Capone again. You even saw the looks exchanged from Capone to your mother. Does he like her?

We'll see...

#will add more tags later

[barnesafterglow]

everything everywhere

summary: after going your whole life thinking you didn't have a soulmate, he drops into your life - literally

pairing: loki laufeyson x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: me making it very obvious i have never seen the loki show, let's pretend any of this makes sense in a normal timeline, soulmate au

a/n: here is day 11 of my summer writing challenge with the prompt you feel any pain your soulmate feels. writing loki is always a challenge for me so i hope this reads okay <3 also not proofread but kathie said it was like fine or whatever

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You were humming to yourself as you moved about the kitchen, basking in the late summer sun that trickled in through your windows. It was the perfect sort of day, the one where you woke up in a good mood and had no responsibilities other than to just enjoy yourself. You never had those days.

That should have been your first warning.

You had just finished washing your dishes from dinner when it started, a tightness in your chest and pressure around your throat. It was hard to breathe, almost like someone was choking you. You clawed at your own neck, trying anything to alleviate the pain, when suddenly you heard a sickening snap and collapsed right there on your kitchen floor.

When you finally came to, there was no sign of any damage to your body, nothing to make you think your pain had been anything other than a vivid hallucination, but you could still feel the whisper of a hand around your neck, and you knew it spelled doomed for your long lost soulmate.

And sure enough, when you looked at the spot on your inner wrist - the same spot that had been blank since the day you were born - a burn mark was left there. The sign of a soulmate’s death.

It made no sense, you had always been one of the few recorded people who didn’t have a soulmate, and you just accepted that. But to find out that somehow, someway, you had one all along, only to lose them before you ever knew, dug deep into your heart.

The tears started to trickle from the corner of your eyes as you sat on the cool tile, clutching your wrist to your chest, when a beaming like came from your backyard, illuminating your kitchen in a stormy blue light. You pulled yourself up using the counter and peaked out the window above your sink, but couldn’t make out anything besides a tall figure moving in the dark.

It turned its head toward you, and you tried to duck out of sight, but it was already moving towards your back door, a blue glowing object in its hand. You reached for a kitchen knife just as a knock rattled through your kitchen and, against your better judgment, you unlocked the deadbolt.

You couldn’t explain the pull of this unknown stranger, but you felt the need to help - or do something. But you were mixed with both regret and relief when you pulled the door open.

In pushed a man who looked as if he were from a whole other world - dressed in green and gold robes, and what appeared to be a muzzle on his face. He was nothing less than terrifying, and yet you didn’t feel scared.

He staggered into the kitchen, leaning against the counter and allowing the object in his hands - the glowing object, a cube - to clatter there. He tried to speak, mumbling something while gesturing with his now free hands, until you reached towards him, trying to figure out how to get the contraption off.

Finally, you managed to find a button at the nape of his neck, and when it popped off, your hand brushed the skin there. An immediate jolt went through your body, gathering at the inside of your wrist, and when you looked at it, the singed skin from earlier began to stitch together.

In place of the warped skin you yet to come to terms with, were two letters: LL. And for the second time in a span of minutes, your life was catapulted from peace and thrown into a frenzy.

“Who are you?” you asked, attempting to brush away the long hair framing in his face. He made a motion to pull back, but then, as if rethinking it in a split second, he leaned into your hand.

“My name is Loki of Asgard.”

“Asgard? What is that, Scandinavian?” He chuckled, a little cruelly, before asking where he was now.

“Upstate New York,” you replied. “How did you get here?” You eyed the blue cube on your counter again, and made a move to touch it when he stepped in your path.

“That is an object of great power, it would serve you well not to mess with it.” You arched your eyebrow at him, not convinced, but didn’t try to touch it again.

Just when you thought nothing in your life could get crazier, what looked like a portal of some kind opened right behind Loki, and two figures in head to toe black armor stepped through it.

They explained, unkindly, that they were with something called the TVA, and that they would be taking Loki with them, due to crimes committed against time - whatever that meant.

You had only known him a matter of minutes, but you still felt an undeniable need to protect him as one of the men produced a pair of sparking, iron cuffs.

“Wait!” You stepped between them and Loki before the cuffs should be placed. “What about soulmate laws?”

You knew it was a long shot. There were a multitude of laws protecting pairs of soulmates, but you had no idea if they would hold any sway with these TVA people. But you had to try, for Loki.

It must have worked though because, after a brief deliberation between themselves, the two armored men stepped back. After showing them your wrists, a nail biting moment, considering you didn’t know if he actually bore the same tattoo with your initials, they placed the cube on your counter - a tesseract, they called it - in a box and disappeared back through the blur of space they had come from.

When they were gone, you turned to Loki again.

“So, soulmate, any chance you have somewhere to be? Or do I need to set up the guest room?” 

It was an incredibly awkward sentence to say, and it didn’t feel quite right coming from your mouth. But the thought of him staying, that did feel right.

“Considering I just found out that I accidentally traveled through space and time into another universe, I think it’s safe to say that I don’t have anywhere to be.”

“Perfect,” you responded, and headed for the stairs to get your spare room in order. After everything that had happened, you needed a good night’s rest. The rest could wait until the morning.

#loki laufeyson #loki fic #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki odinson #loki odison x reader #loki tv #loki #mcu #marvel #tiff writes #sweet summer blurbs #everything everywhere

[dollystuartwrites]

7&ME - Chapter 19 - Jealous

Pairing: OT7 x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, idol AU, straight, bisexual, gay, threesome

Wordcount: 1710

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20]   [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] MASTERLIST Wanna read all the chapters right now? You can find the complete story for free on WATTPAD

Summary: Miracles do happen! Somehow you've finally managed to secure a job at a big company! Even though it'll be a 24/7 job, they promised you a fat paycheck, so you don't care what the job is... But what if the job is managing 7 grown men? Seven men who all have needs...

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, gay sex, threesome sex, bisexual sex, implied masturbation, this is super vanilla compared to most of my stories, let me know what I missed.

T A E H Y U N G   P E R S P E C T I V E

When we arrived in my room I let myself fall on the bed and started scrolling through my phone. Jungkook came to sit next to me.

'Tae,'  he said quietly. It was the voice he used whenever he really wanted or needed to talk to me. The voice that made me melt for him.

I put down my phone and looked at him so he would know I was listening.

'Tae, you know I would never leave you right?' he said softly, his big eyes serious.

'I  mean, it's the same with all the other Hyungs. I might have sex with them now and then, but they all know I belong to you,' he spoke.

'But she doesn't know you're mine,' I said, feeling my jaw clench up. I  could feel the build-up of my frustration reached its peak. 'Not only that, but you keep talking about her, keep swooning over her. It seems like she's all you can think about. Even last night, when I was fucking  you, your mind seemed to be somewhere else,' I spat out the thoughts that had been plaguing me.

Jungkook bit his lip for a second, thinking, and looking cute while doing so.

'You know Tae, you like her too. You were talking and thinking about her too. And I'm okay with that, because I know I'll never lose you to someone else. Even though you like her and lust for her, I know that you'll still be with me and you'll still love me the most,' Jungkook said faithfully.

He was always so loyal. So kind and loveable. I cupped his face in my hand, and he put his hand over mine.

'I  trust you. And I want you to trust me too,' Jungkook said sweetly. 'You know what the situation is like for me. I've still never had a girl. I  never could before. But this time I might have a shot if she'll have me of course,' he said truthfully.

I knew he was right. I knew his situation all too well.

And that was right where the problem was at.

'I'm just afraid you'll find you like her more than me,' I sighed, closing my eyes. I had said it. The very thing that I feared.

Jungkook sighed and I opened my eyes.

I  could never bear to lose him. Especially not to a girl. A girl that I  actually liked too. A girl that I had voted on to bring into our house.

'Tae, I have no idea what will happen. But I'm sure, even if she is to accept me and even if  I will start to like her much more than I do now, I will never, ever love anyone more than you. I promise,' Jungkook said, entangling his fingers with mine. 

I nodded slowly. I found it hard to accept his words. And I knew I would have an incredibly hard time letting him go to her.

I  remembered the feeling I first had when he asked me whether he could have sex with one of the other guys. I had felt hurt, betrayed,  angry even.

But it had been so hypocritical as I had been sleeping with all the other guys too.

And now I was being a hypocrite again.

It was just so hard to let him go. Especially if it meant his first time with a woman. If she'd have him of course.

But I desired her too. I wanted her too.

And I couldn't forbid Jungkook from trying as I would do the same.

And I couldn't keep pretending to hate her or be annoyed by her while at the same time I was imagining her sucking me off.

'I love you Kookie,' I whispered.

'I love you too Tae,' he spoke back lovingly.

I leaned in to kiss him, and he kissed me back.

There was no one that kissed me like Jungkook. Not even Jimin, who was my go-to after Jungkook.

Jungkook climbed onto my lap, not breaking our kiss for a second. I wrapped my hands around his face.

'Ouch,' he cringed suddenly.

I had accidentally rubbed his eyebrow piercing again.

'Stupid ass piece of metal,' I hissed annoyed before kissing him again.

Jungkook chuckled into our kiss.

He knew I hated his piercing, and although he was mine, he would always still do whatever he wanted.

I opened my mouth and let my tongue dance with his.

Making out with Jungkook was one of the few things that could truly calm my mind and soul.

Tasting him on my lips was like medicine to me.

Jungkook let out a soft moan. The kind that made me go hard in an instant.

'Lie down,' I commanded him and he immediately obeyed.

We never asked each other. We always commanded. And the one who took the initiative would be the one in charge at that time.

While laying down Jungkook took off his shirt.

His sleeve of tattoos and six-pack exposed.

I took a second to admire him before taking my shirt off as well.

He grinned at me.

God, I loved him so much.

But I knew I would have to let him do whatever he wanted.

Just as I would do whatever I wanted.

But not before I would remind him of what I could do to him.

I pulled the handcuffs that were hidden between the mattress and the bed out and cuffed his hands to the bedposts.

With a swift movement, I pulled down his pants and underpants, revealing his semi.

Impatiently I cuffed his feet to the bed too before jumping on him again.

Eagerly I took his dick into my mouth and started sucking him off.

He instantly started to grow in me and I could taste the sweetness of his pre-cum.

Jungkook's size was equal to Namjoon's, but Namjoon preferred girls over boys and would only turn to us when in dire need. I didn't really care about gender as long as I was attracted to them and they knew how to fuck, I was totally in.

Soon Jungkook had grown full size and I started going faster and harder, feeling his dick almost hitting the back of my throat.

Jungkook's moans became louder and intenser and I knew he was close to cumming.

The sound of his moans made me grow hard now too, and the prospect of having him cum in my mouth made me even hornier.

Before I knew it Jungkook cried out my name and released himself in my mouth. The strong familiar taste of his cum combined with his sweaty appearance and his beautiful groans were enough to make me get to full size too.

I swallowed his load and went to sit between his legs, looking down at his panting face.

'No one else will ever make you cum as fast as I can make you cum,' I told him.

He grinned in agreement.

I bend over to kiss him again, knowing the effect it would have.

Jungkook had the most extraordinary stamina when it came to fucking.

For most men, having an orgasm would mean the party was over.

For Jungkook, it only got him started.

After five minutes of a hot sweaty and sticky make-out session, he was hard again.

Finally.

Now it was my turn.

I broke our kiss, making Jungkook groan in agony, and sat up.

He looked so good, chained to the bed. I loved seeing him tied down. Normally we would use all kinds of toys, ropes, and gags, but I didn't have the patience for that today.

Today I just wanted to fuck him.

With my index finger, I massaged the tip of his hard dick, picking up all his wetness and using it to lube myself up.

Not breaking eye contact, I slowly let myself sit down on him.

Jungkook growled at the feeling of entering me.

I started riding him, jerking myself off at the same time.

The feeling of him filling me up entranced me and I started moaning with him as I rode him faster and faster, his dick brushing my g-spot every time he entered me.

'Tae,' Jungkook growled my name.

He was close again.

I could feel him twitching inside me, his legs already tensing up.

'Cum,' I commanded him.

'Hyung,' He groaned. 'Hyung...'

He only needed two more pumps before he released himself inside me, screaming out in pleasure.

I kept riding him a little longer, making sure I had milked out every last drop of him this round.

Jungkook let out a deep sigh and I knew he was done for now.

However, I still wasn't.

I got off of him, feeling my ass dripping with cum, but not caring about it.

'Spread,' I demanded, and he instantly spread his legs out as wide as the cuffs would allow.

Without any foreplay, I rammed myself into him.

Jungkook let out a yelp that ended in a moan.

His tight ass swallowed my cock so nicely.

I started pounding into him aggressively while putting my hand on his throat and choking him slightly.

He grinned as I went in to kiss him again, still pounding into him deeply.

We would get little sleep tonight, that was for sure.

#7&ME #bts #bangtan #rapmon #rapmonster #RM #Jimin #Jungkook #Namjoon #Park Jimin #fanfic #fan fic #fan fiction #fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts fan fic #bts fan fiction #bts fanfiction #bts fic #Hobi #Hoseok #J-Hope #jhope #taehyung #kim taehyung #ot7 #btsfanfic

[pandoradoesotherstuff]

God of Charm - Part 2

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A/N: Once again a short scene turned into a long one. 🙈😂 So instead of part 2 being monstrously big, I've split it into two parts. Now I just need to write the other part. 🤦 (You can find the link for the first part here.)

Warning: this does contain approximately one spoiler for the end of Kollok: Council of the Gods.

Anyway, I hope this is actually good because I currently have covid, it sucks and sometimes my brain is a little hazy.

Enjoy! ❤️

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You stand at the edge of the platform where Night and Day are sitting, apprehensively waiting your turn to address the crowd and vote on Phobos. Night had already spoken to you earlier trying to gauge how you were voting, you'd managed to evade the question with vague answers but the truth was you still weren't sure what you were planning on doing.

You scan through the crowd briefly, your eyes quickly settling on Charm. He tips his glass to you, lips smirking slightly but there was something different in his eyes now, a hint of warmth and affection meant only for you. You nod back with your own small smile, quickly looking away as you hear your name announced. The chattering in the room dies down as you step forward. Your vote might not count for just as much as some of the other celestial beings in the room but it was worth enough that Night had leaned forward, dark eyes staring at you intently as if he's trying to will you into agreeing with him. You clear your throat and begin to speak.

"It's so nice to see almost everyone again, its been far too long". There's a pause as the crowd calls out cheers and greetings before quieting down again. "Phobos potentially being released is a very serious issue and the decision either way should not be taken lightly. I've thought about it long and hard. I've also taken some advice on board regarding the matter and yet..." You sigh, eyes briefly meeting Charm's again as he gives you a nod of encouragement. "I still can't decide either way. I really don't know what the best course of action is so I'm abstaining from voting and letting the chips fall where they may". No one hears you mutter 'excuse me' as chaos erupts in the room. There's voices coming from all sides, some accepting your decision and some disagreeing. You deliberately don't look at Charm as you leave, knowing he wouldn't be happy with what you just said.

However as you turn to leave a large hand grabs your wrist, you assume it is Charm at first until Night starts talking.

"Art, my dear, we've worked together a long time. I think you should reconsider your position on Phobos, I'd hate for something to happen to you because of it".

You try to pull your wrist free but his grip is too strong.

"Is that threat, darling Night?" Your voice drips with the same sarcastic tone he had just used.

"Oh no no no, not at all. Merely an observation". Night let's go of your wrist suddenly, you follow his eye line over your shoulder to see Charm walking very purposefully over.

"Ah Charm, my old friend! Art and I were ju-"

"-She's made her decision Night". Then he does something that no one expected, Charm wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in close to him. "I think we're done here for tonight. You got what you wanted and I..." His other hand comes up to cup your cheek for a second before moving back down to his side. "Also got what I wanted. Everybody wins, right?" He smiles at the other man but it doesn't quite meet his eyes. It was both a warning not to push the issue further and a public statement of his affection for you. For once in his life Charm had done something that didn't benefit himself, it wasn't to make someone else happy. If anything it probably pissed Night off but he didn't care. The way you were looking up at him made it all worth it.

Night looks between you both before giving a fake friendly laugh, bowing a little.

"You're absolutely right, Phobos will be given a second chance and that is what's most important. Do forgive me dear Art, this gathering tonight has been stressful to say the least. So". He holds out his hand for you to shake. You're tempted to ignore it and move on but you feel Charm's hand lightly squeeze your waist, giving you the encouragement you need to be nice and cordial. Night's large hand dwarfs your own smaller one slightly as you begrudgingly shake his hand whilst giving him a small smile of your own.

"Now that we're all friends again I'm afraid I must least at once, night time beckons. I'll see you there Art". Night gives you another smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes before leaving.

"Are you going to be okay with him tonight?" Charm asks, kissing the top of your head. Your struggle for words, flushing as you see the other Gods and Goddesses watching on their way past the both of you, curious as to what exactly what was happening but smart enough to keep back. Guilt gives you a dark look as she passed but you ignore her, you weren't about to let her power work on you and ruin whatever this was.

"I um...yeah". You clear your throat in an attempt to kick start your brain. "Yes, I will be absolutely fine. Thank you for, you know, stepping in...this isn't the first time Night's been mad at me over a difference in opinion. I can handle it".

Charm gives you a long searching look before nodding, seemingly satisfied by whatever conclusion he had drawn in his own mind. He let's go of your waist, taking hold of your hand instead and presses his lips to the back of it for a moment.

"Until later then, I'll be waiting". Charm smirks, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, the door he calls for arriving quickly. He gives you one last meaningful look and leaves.

This was going to be a long long night.

#kollok #council of the gods #god of charm x reader #god of charm x oc

[inkofamethyst]

September 2, 2022

The fear of making a mistake is paralyzing, actually.

One of my roommates has just accepted a full-time job for after graduation which is... wild, to say the least.  It did briefly make me wonder whether graduate school really is the smart way to go but also like 1. what am I gonna do with a BS in biology and 2. what could I do with a BS in anthropology and I mean like yeah I’ve still got a choice and I could totally go and just teach myself how to code or whatever but also I don’t know if being stuck in a corporate machine is really for me.  It’s either grad school, minimum wage lab tech, or minimum wage retail.

I must admit that in my attempts to simplify my weekly cooking and make it easier to choose things to make by developing a ton of possibilities I have inadvertently given myself too many choices and have made it more difficult for me to choose things to make, somehow.  Ultimately the goal is to try two new recipes a month to gradually grow my repertoire but we’ll see how that goes.

Today I’m thankful for the Star Trek pre-TNG book I bought today for... wait for it... ninety-four cents.  I mean it’s basically fanfiction I think (there are so so many star trek books, it’d be pretty wild if they were all cannon) but STILL what a great price!!!  If I manage to finish the other Grishaverse books this semester, I’ll probably start on that one.  Today I’m also thankful that I had the foresight to make some thicc shortbread cookies before I left home because these things have been fantastic little treats this week.  A shame I’m going to gobble down my last one in a few minutes, but they brought me joy while they lasted.

Oh also I’ve been listening to EXU: Calamity E4 sporadically all week and I still have an hour and a half left and it’s fantastic and I am shaking down to my bones.  The crew is trying SO HARD to stop this inevitable event from happening.  This event that’s shaped the history of Exandria.  I need to get back to reading Crooked Kingdom; Midsomer Murders (the cowboy episode basically called me the n word and told me to go back to Africa (they had Confederate flags hangin about for a reenactment lol) but dang if it wasn’t a good’un) has held me in a chokehold during mealtimes (and during post-meal resttimes which is when the temptation to nap bubbles its way up) but I may have to force myself to call it quits.  The OG Barnaby leaves after this season I think anyway (and we still haven’t had a black speaking role (I’ve only seen two black extras, both dancers I think) (there’s been some East Asian rep but still, broken English stereotyping (more gay murderers than black ones, more trans representation than black representation oh my god (nothing against trans rep (though to be frank it was in the nineties and not favorable in the slightest) I just think it’s funny (or... perhaps culturally telling?) that there have been no black characters (and idk maybe that’s just a product of the setting: small, rural villages comprised mostly of the older well-to-do upper middle class))))).

[ungusthebungus]

Under The Duvet Part 1 (F OC)

Rating: M

Fandom: Original Work

Relationship: N/A

Characters: F OC

Additional Tags: Depression, School, Bullying, College, Pressure, Jobs, Cussing, Suicidal Thoughts, Anxiety

Summary:

This focuses on Annie's life and struggles with bullying, school, jobs, and pressure.

Sobs could be heard from under Annie’s duvet. Her elbow rested on a wet spot where her face once rested. Why am I the way I am? Everyone else is more successful. I should just drop dead.

She didn’t remember how it started. At a younger age, she was prone to mental breakdowns. Not about a toy or anything. It could have been that a bully pushed her too hard one day. Possibly, she overheard her mother talking to one of the teachers.

“She’s way below the average score.” The teacher said, frowning. 

That’s how she knew that she was different. Not in a good way.

She knew that she was treated weirdly by other students when she had to go to a “special” speech class. Something about her r’s sounded weird. Her mom didn’t want her to get picked on because of that. 

Honestly, Annie was never a bright student. She did everything to get to the next grade, but that was the bare minimum. That was especially true as she went to 6th grade.

She was failing assignments left and right. The only class she did well in was in her language classes. Learning about how other people spoke intrigued her. 

Gym was horrible. She was scolded for hitting the volleyball the wrong way. Even girls in the locker room planned to gang up on her after school.

Scared because she walked home from school, she told her mother. Supposedly, her mom had a very serious conversation with the principal.

“If you don’t help my child, I’m homeschooling her.” Her mother sternly told him.

After that, those girls bothered her no more. Still, there were plenty of other girls who treated her worse than dog shit.

During high school in the gym lockers, girls gossiped about her.

“Eww! I think I saw a bug crawling in her hair!” The girls grimaced.

Even boys thought she was gross.

Annie told a friend about a dream she had. Her and a guy she liked, Wally, were kissing in a snowy forest. That friend told Wally and he just laughed.

“I would never date that freak.”

Heartbroken, Annie ran to a bathroom and bawled her eyes out. Why would her friend do such a thing?

Aside from that, she started getting her life back on track. She managed to get a boyfriend in sophomore year. As for grades, they went from C’s and D’s to A’s and B’s. 

She wanted to become a veterinarian. However, she was still unsure about that. Yeah, she loved animals but she also loved languages.

“Become a vet! You’ll get good money.” An advisor told her.

So she stuck with it.

When applying for colleges, she was told to apply to a more expensive school. It even had its own special building for vet school. Her second option was another school down south. The tuition was cheaper, but she’d still have to take out loans.

However, she wanted to go to a community college. Even though she loved working around animals, she still was unsure of herself.

Her family learned of this and were vocal in their disapproval. 

“You need to get away from your boyfriend!” They said to her. 

She didn’t know why they said this. Her boyfriend was good to her and when he wasn’t around, she could do things without him.

“You’re too dependent on him. Go to a four year college.”

The pressure was awful. If she decided to go to a community college, would they kick her out? 

In the end, she applied for the two four year colleges. The first one, she got put on a waiting list. After three months, she was rejected. The second one, she was accepted.

For money, she had to take out numerous loans. Although her mom’s job paid for half, it wasn’t enough. At least there was still some financial aid given to her.

At first, she was doing alright. A’s and B’s.

Then, those dropped to B’s and C’s. Around this time, her mom got married, greatly affecting her financial aid. Additionally, her mother got a new job. This meant that her tuition was no longer paid for. 

Adding to the anxiety was an appointed guidance counselor. This was required for one of her classes and she had to keep him until she graduated.

At the first meeting, she forgot one paper she needed. Apologizing profusely, she looked up at him and noticed he had a stern look on his face.

“I don’t trust you.”

Luckily, she only had to see him once every semester. However, there was still the problem of money.

Stressed, Annie got a job at a place that organizes plant data at the school. Unfortunately, that wasn’t a good fit for her.

One day, she asked if she needed to wrap a plant specimen a certain way.

“Looks like she never gives her family presents on Christmas.” The older lady scoffed at her.

She never knew what that meant. Since her mom worked two jobs, she was never taught to wrap things properly. Also, she never had money to get her family things. 

Throughout that job, she was treated as if she was stupid. 

Finally, the stress got to her. She was failing one or two classes. Embarrassed, she dropped both of them. But this was a problem. See, her college job required her to have at least a certain amount of credit hours. Dropping those hours would cause her to lose her job.

In a meeting with her guidance counselor and her bosses, they decided that they would wait and see until the beginning of next year.

Around November, it was revealed that the lab would lose its funding. Annie was thrown back into unemployment again.

Bouncing from tutoring to being a desk assistant, it was finally senior year. She was a little behind schedule, but she was optimistic. I can pick myself back up and do better this year!

That was a lie.

Note: If you liked the story, feel free to give me a kudos! :)

#f oc #under the duvet

[prettyboykatsuki]

*whispers* do it write the razor porn 🥵

cw ;; 18+, afab!reader, breeding kink (sorry), all characters 18+

a/n ;; he has had me in a chokehold since i started playing and before bc he was the reason. its only fair

razor doesn't know anything about personal space

you learn this the hard way. after nights out and alone in the wilderness, you find him on top of you or on you. in every way a person can be in your space, razor is in it. his head in your lap for a mid-day nap or his whole body over yours like a weighted blanket.

you half-way think it's because razor is really no good at talking. you teach himwords when you can, and he's gotten better. much better than from when you first started travelling together. you think touch is the way he bridges the gap in your communication - after all, grabbing your wrist or hugging you tight after a hard fight is much easier than saying okay.

razor knew some words before you met him. words like friend and hunt. another word razor knows is mate, more than companion. you know it means something because his skin glows a little pink when he says it. he doesn't really ask you to be his mate as much as he just sorta expects. you think you accepting meat from him that one time was supposed to be the ritual, but it escapes you.

you love razor anyway. he listens to your rambles and ranting with intent and doesn't ask much of you other than affection. something about his outcast matches with yours. as it would be, you don't really mind being his mate. it really isn't all that different.

at least you think, what you believe for a while.

it's true that razors level of affection remains almost entirely the same. he's still as touchy as when he was just your friend - explained carefully that wolves sleep together. when you ask him about things like kissing - he asks you to teach him.

it's almost a reminder that razor is human, all the way. when you kiss him the first time, he develops some kind of addiction to it. and it becomes more frequent, like whenever you're not talking, he's kissing you in some way. the once unnatural gesture becomes routine. you start feeling like his mate, little by little.

what starts of innocent hardly remains that way, and the closer razor gets to you - the closer he wants to be. you know he acts almost all the way on instinct, driven into him by years of living in the wild. and you know that when he has a need, a desire - he learns above all else to act on it. it's quicker. faster

it's the heat of the summer in mondstat when razor has you pinned underneath some tarps, taking care of what he probably just considers a base need. nothing about how he touches you is all that thought out - all you can feel his hot breath and sharp canines dragging over ever inch of your skin. you're stark naked and razor seems like he wants to eat you alive.

his tongue drags across your neck, warm breath across your neck. you try to stifle him, weakly, palms against his chest. he's grown broader, stronger in the years you've travelled. his whole body seems like it'll cage you in.

razors cock is burly, a thick grey patch of hair resting at his navel. the rest of him is thick. big and heavy, bright red tip. you've never seen it this aching before, so hard and heavy. all you can think about is the way he ruts it between your legs - between your thighs with a huff and pant.

"mate.. need you. hurts," comes out of his mouth in a raspy moan. you want to explain to him that you're not ready but you catch a glimpse of his face, lip tugged between his teeth and everything in you goes still. you manage to scoot him off, preparing yourself just barely before presenting to him with a shaky inhale.

"g-go on.. mate,"

he moves quickly, more quickly than you could prepare for. what feels like seconds and he has your whole body folded up - the stretch of his cock almost impossible inside of you. it's so big you gasp, wince and razor licks your cheek before kissing you.

"h-hurts? i should..stop?" he asks, like he's worried about you. you latch onto his shoulders, shaking your head. gritting your teeth and bearing it for him. you'd be lying if you said you didn't want him, and the way his dick drags inside of you has you whimpering. you couldn't stop if you wanted too, not know, so you merely shake your head. you adjust, give it a breather, and seconds later you have razors hands pinning your knees back. and he's setting this pace, like he's in a delirium.

the only thing on his mind is filling you full of his cum, that much is more than obvious. with only gasps in your lungs you feel him plunge back in and out, over n over - with you to his chest, as close to you as he can be. razor has never understood personal space, and his longing need to be close to you is only heightened as he pounds your cunt full. feels just how fucking close he can be.

when he gets to the edge he's practically snarling, a growl deep in his chest as he gets close. he mutters one of the few words he knows, your name, into your ear while he holds you close. you can't remember how many times you've cum by now, all of his pacing sending you up the edge. you're already overstimulated when he cums in you, so deep it makes you shiver.

all of his growling turns into soft whines, tired pants, as he snaps out of his haze to pull back and blink at your fucked out expression. his eyes go warm, and he kisses you and licks you with love.

"my mate.."

razor doesn't know anything about personal space, but admittedly, you don't mind

#genshin impact smut #razor smut #razor x reader #prettyboy.thirsts #genshin brainrot #genshin imagines #im so. .. #genshin smut #tagging suxx but i never write for this fandom so i gotta #THANKS FOR EVERYONE WHO PROMPTED ME