#rom it and then he turns so his face is half in shadow and half in light

[anathemaspeaks]

dandelion wishes

character(s): shoto todoroki synopsis: always the bridesmaid, never the bride - isn't that how the saying goes? my name is momo yaoyorozu, and in my case, it's true. word count: 1.3k warning(s): none a/n: not my best work, but here you go anon!

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this is all from momo's point of view.

it happened at my birthday party, a day after i turned 16.

kaminari managed to somehow smuggle booze into the house. still teenagers and drunk off the excitement more than the liquor, someone suggested we play 7 minutes in heaven. everyone cheered in agreement - except bakugou, of course. he opted to stay sober and make sure we don't have too much fun.

after a few uneventful rounds, it was finally my turn to spin the bottle. i wished it would land on shoto. this was my chance to tell him how i feel about him. maybe he'd say something back? well, a girl can dream...right?

my heart hammered in my chest as i gripped the bottle, spinning it on the polished wooden floor. every spin felt like an eternity until it finally landed with a decisive click. i traced the path of the neck, breath catching in my throat as i saw it pointed directly at todoroki. this was it. this was my chance.

we awkwardly shuffled towards the closet, the door creaking shut behind us, the dim light casting shadows on the wall. before i could calm my nerves and speak, todoroki blurted

"listen, about the spin…" his voice was uncharacteristically soft, almost hesitant.

"yeah?" i forced a nonchalant reply, inhaling to try and calm my nerves. he ran a hand through his dual-colored hair, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

"actually, there's someone i... well, someone i kind of like." a sheepish grin tugged at the corner of his lips. it felt like the wind got knocked out of my lungs. my eyes darted around the cramped space, landing on a crumpled magazine lying forgotten on the floor.

"oh, cool," i choked out, my voice barely above a whisper, "who is it?"

"y/n" he mumbled, a shy smile on his lips. the name rang in my ears, shattering my painted dreams of a chance with shoto. i forced a smile. maybe y/n wouldn't have walked out of this closet with a shattered heart hidden behind a forced smile.

of course it was her. her smile could light up a whole room, kindness radiating from her like sunshine. she was effortlessly beautiful. she was everything i couldn't be. pretty, funny, and kind - how could i ever compete with that? a pang of jealousy, sharp and unwanted, twisted in my gut.

my gaze flickered to shoto's shy smile, and the way his eyes seemed to light up just at the mere mention of her. a hollow ache settled in my chest, envy so deep it felt like a barbed wire wrapped around my heart.

shoto's turn. when the bottle stopped spinning, it landed on y/n. because of course it did.

they emerged from the closet looking like a tornado had hit them. clothes askew, hair a mess, and faces flushed with a kind of unspoken ecstasy that left little to guess.

the next day, they walked into class hand-in-hand. it was official.

today marks 2 years since that day.

over this period, they became the textbook definition of the perfect couple. they were disgustingly cute. sneaky, affectionate glances in the middle of lectures, whispered jokes that erupted in shared laughter, their hands seemingly glued together.

shoto ever-stoic todoroki, weak for y/n. he'd wrap his arm casually around her waist, brush stray hairs from her face with a lingering touch, and steal kisses during training breaks. it was a side of him no one had ever seen - a shoto who wore his heart on his sleeve. for her.

here i was, stuck watching their picture-perfect love story unfold, a constant reminder of the confession that will forever remain trapped on my tongue.

we were sprawled across mina's living room floor, empty pizza boxes scattered around like confetti, and a half-eaten bag of chips resting precariously on a mountain of rom-comes. the topic, just like a normal beginning to a girls' night, was boys.

"boys are the worst!" mina declared, prompting a chorus of agreement from everyone.

"mine just left his gym socks under the bed again. seriously, how hard is it to use a laundry basket?" uraraka chimed in.

just then, y/n came in from the kitchen with a bag of marshmallows and sat down next to us. well, she wouldn't be participating in the complaining.

"look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," i teased, nudging her playfully.

"so, how are things going with the ice king, anyways?" asked jirou.

she blushed a bit. "oh, the usual. he's amazing, and he's surprisingly..." she trailed off, a sly smile on her face.

"surprisingly...?" mina prompted.

"let's just say his quirk isn't the only thing that's hot and cold."

the room erupted in laughter and whoops for her. i forced a smile, feeling an all too familiar pang in my stomach.

the conversation continued, everyone chiming in with their recent stories about boys. including y/n. every detail felt like a knife to my heart. 'that should've been me' i thought. i pushed it away. i wouldn't let my jealousy get the best of me.

they all seemed so happy, while i was stuck on the sidelines, yearning to feel their joy. we all fell asleep in that room while watching movies and gossiping, a smile on everyone's faces. i still couldn't help but feel a little bitter.

now we all have finally graduated. we decided to still meet up every saturday for dinner, and this week, it was at todoroki's. the familiar buzz of anticipation and excitement filled the house as we all talked about our first week after graduating.

then, shoto and y/n walked in hand-in-hand.

"hi everyone!" greeted y/n, smile so bright she was contagious.

"sit wherever you're comfortable, dinner will be ready soon" announced shoto.

"but before that, there's something we have to tell you." she was practically shaking in eagerness.

todoroki cleared his throat, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "we, uh, well…" he fumbled for words, a rare sight for the usually composed half-and-half king. she squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"we got married!" she blurted out, a wide grin splitting her face.

the air crackled with shock. wide eyes, dropped jaws, and a silence followed the announcement.

"wait, married?!" kaminari finally found his voice, his eyes wide with surprise. "but you guys are only eighteen!"

todoroki chuckled, a sound rarely heard before y/n. "we know," he admitted, a hint of shyness lingering in his voice. "but we knew what we wanted, and well, here we are!"

and then, as if a dam had broken, the group erupted. mina squealed, launching herself at y/n in a bone-crushing hug. kirishima gave todoroki a hearty back slap, nearly knocking him over. uraraka, tears welling in her eyes, showered them both with congratulations.

"dumb brats, you're gonna regret this!" yelled bakugou. but i saw him turn away and wipe away a falling tear. both y/n and shoto engulfed him in a hug. he threatened to burn their arms off if they did it again.

congratulations continued, hugs going all around. the surprise announcement had cast a whole new light on their evening. it was a celebration not just of friendship and graduation, but of a love story that had blossomed within the very walls of U.A.

married. at eighteen. the words echoed in the hollow space where my confession had died. cheers rained down on them, a cruel confetti shower on my silent tears. my wish for him was as futile as willing a dandelion's wispy white petals not to fly away with the wind.

they were a love story written in stolen glances and secret touches, a masterpiece i could only watch unfold from the sidelines - a happy ever after that couldn't be mine.

to the anon who requested this, i know you wanted it to be more angsty so i tried to make it as vengeful as i could, i hope you like it! <3 (i accidentally deleted the ask I'M SO SORRY ILY)

please send in requests everyone 🫶

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[anamelessfool]

Ribbons & Ties (AO3 Link) Chapter 3

GEN (Ch 2 Here) 2000ish words

Terzo x Omega, Terzo & Family, Terzo & His Ghouls, Cardinal Marian is in there for like ten minutes

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Commitment, Rom Com Energy, There's a Wedding, Secondo is Papa Emeritus, Gift Giving, The ghoul names are all messed up sorry it is for plot purposes, I can't have Fluff without some Angst sorry

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Art by @kabukiaku used with permission

Chapter 3 Below the Cut! (We like Reblogs, Comments and Kudos omnomnom)

The wedding ceremony of Terzo's impossible older brother commences. There is at least one person up there who he feels truly loves him, unbelievably enough. And for an instant Terzo wishes their bond didn't exist in the shadows.

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There was a row of guests in the Sanctum that stood out from the others, their necks craned upwards at the rafters, holding purses and adjusting ties. They looked lost, tourists let loose from their guide. Midst the formal vestments, headwear and honor cords was a dozen people dressed as best as they could be in ordinary suits and cocktail dresses. Most of them with expressions of polite confusion stamped across their faces.

“Bride's family,” Terzo explained to Omega as the two of them slipped in at the very last moment.

THEY HAVE NO IDEA. The ghoul gave an amused snort.

“They got this far, they have some idea,” Terzo replied. “Maybe not about what you are, but I'm thankful that's not my job. However—” Terzo gave a final once-over of his ghoul. As the clergy was dressed to the nines in all of their awards and marks of station, so were the ghouls. They each wore a black and silver suit with a dashing military half-cape, Secondo's ghouls with green silk lining, Terzo’s with violet. Terzo fixed the ornate silver buckle on the strap that stretched across Omega’s chest, tracing down the buttons of the jacket with a lingering finger.

Omega caught Terzo’s hand in his, an aura of soft affection pooling at his feet. LAST NIGHT WAS NICE. To no one’s surprise (had anyone known at all) they made up quickly after Terzo’s embarrassing attempt at offering his love a gift. Despite this, Terzo still felt a shade of shame. Omega had given him the most tender confession. A present Terzo half-picked out with an assistant in the last ten minutes of a workday was simply not enough.

Terzo looked shyly at the floor. “Not too loud,” he muttered with a smirk. “And you’ve forgotten this morning already? For shame. Now, one more thing, of course.”

The ghoul dutifully bent forward and Terzo adorned him with the finishing touches courtesy of the bride, a voluminous flower crown. “Not very Satanic but…I think it's a nice touch,” said Terzo, watching Omega go almost cross-eyed trying to look at the crown on his own head. “You'll do well.”

I’LL HONOR YOU. Omega was tasked with taking the lead on organizing the music, considering Terzo would be busy as a family member. With one last tender touch of their fingers, the ghoul took his leave.

That left Terzo to walk down the aisle himself to wish the couple well.

How many eyes followed him? How many heads turned, leaned towards their neighbor and whispered? He didn't want to pick out his conquests from the crowd, but it was easy to find at least one sibling in his periphery that knew him in a Biblical sense at one point.

If he realized how much more people would stare at him now that he was Papa Elect, would he have been a bit more careful? Maybe. That was always the problem for Future Terzo, but that version of himself was now colliding with the Present.

He could always count on Copia to provide him with a sincere dopey smile or weak wave but even he was lost in his own head. Sitting on the organ bench, gripping the wood, a too large floral boutineer pinned to his coat. Today's rigidness hinted at his desire for perfection.

At the end of the aisle an equally adorned Sister of Sin presented Terzo with a silk ribbon. He took it from her and faced the two figures standing just before the altar. Papa Emeritus II, his brother Maestro Secondo. The Provider of the Satanic Church of the Void. The virtuoso artist, the stoic magician, the ruthless climber. The relentless Will of Authority. But his brother, just the same. His difficult, impossible brother.

Beside him was his future wife Sandra, the nurse from the Infirmary. She was equally accomplished as a medical professional, researcher, fourth generation heir to her family’s memorial home in the real world beyond the Ministry. The mother of Papa’s child. Their left hands were clasped as one. All along their arms were a dozen or so ribbons tying them together.

Terzo looked into the eyes of Papa Emeritus II. For once, Papa had an expression that was more distant than disappointed.

“Terzo,” said his brother.

Papa Emeritus II wore his grand vestments on his wedding day, but his miter was humbly staged on the Papal throne nearby. Today he was merely Secondo, yet his pitted face kept its stormy severity. He chose to wear his skull visage, and the pair looked more like a painting of Death and the Maiden than anything else. Death and the Maiden, handfasted together.

The bride Sister Sandra was in a bright emerald green dress like soft clouds of fluffy tulle. Her freckled shoulders were bare. Her thick, platinum blonde hair started with a neat headband and then fell in a heavy swoop down her back. She had a bubbly, proud smile as she stood across from Secondo, the ties going up her thin arm.

Terzo gave a formal little bow and leaned forward to tie his ribbon around the couple’s arms. “Satana li fa e poi li accoppia.”

Secondo presented him with a noble nod of recognition, and Sandra smiled broadly. “Thank you for coming, Terzo,” she said.

Behind her on the altar was Sister Imperator, the Dark Mother. The Officiant. She was cloaked in her usual nest of transparent veils but even obscured by that Terzo could feel her eyes on him. Could feel her scowl of contempt.

Terzo scanned the Sanctum and his eyes rested on the one seat left for him—the front row, next to his father who was waving and grinning ear to ear. He bounced Secondo and Sandra’s baby son on his knees. Terzo smiled painfully. Best seat in the house.

“He's too smiley,” Terzo said as he sat down. The child immediately lunged for the Grucifix pendant on his vestments, but was stopped by Nihil’s firm grip on his body. His little mouth stretched open, a crooked jack-o'-lantern grin. Terzo didn't settle in, choosing to stare at the child, waiting. Baby Paul’s new game was to bite people and laugh at their reaction. “Why is Secondo’s kid so smiley?”

“Apparently you were smiley. They say he looks like you,” Nihil chuckled.

“Looks like me? What is that supposed to mean?” He watched his nephew stare at the flickering light on the walls from the stained glass and drool. “I had nothing to do with this.” He sneered. “Perhaps it's because he’s not bald, haha!”

Copia spun around on the organ bench and the music began, the colors of sound pealing beautifully out in all directions, the entire building shaking from the sleeping giant built within its walls. Little Paul shrieked nonsensically and took the opportunity to grab his grandfather by the throat and pull him in for an attempted bite.

Nihil was almost misty eyed as the ceremony began.“I didn't expect my boys to be the marrying type,” he said, untangling himself from the child’s tiny jaws. “Primo, maybe.”

Terzo watched Secondo help his bride organize the puffy tulle of her dress as best as he could with their arms tied together. Sandra laughed, a sparkling sound. “Especially not to that one,” muttered Terzo.

“At their core they're the same.”

Terzo found himself staring in Omega's direction. The ghoul was seated on a stool near the choir box, resting on his acoustic guitar. The ease in which he sat settled Terzo. Both beings had a strong air of confidence. But to Terzo, Omega’s confidence came from actual competency. His relaxed, strong presence came from him existing perfectly in his element, not some sort of smokescreen.

Omega noticed Terzo’s stare and met his gaze. He very softly, teasingly brushed a finger across the neck of his guitar, ending at its shoulder with circular strokes. Terzo swallowed, a thrill coursing through him.

There was at least one person up there who he felt truly loved him, unbelievably enough. And for an instant Terzo wished their bond didn't exist in the shadows.

“And though tides change and love may fade,” Sister intoned, her speech fading in and out of Terzo’s focus, “May your respect for the domain of the other hold fast, for the sake of your honor and the sake of your progeny…”

“I've always been a wanderer,” said Nihil suddenly in Terzo’s ear. “Can't help nature. You and I are alike like that.”

“I thought I took after the baby,” said Terzo. “Make up your mind, old man.”

The organ music swelled, filling the air with swirls of meticulously played noise.

“Ah! That's my cue!” Nihil stood up so suddenly his knees cracked. He twisted at the waist and dropped his grandson into Terzo’s arms.

“Hey—what?!” Terzo yelped over the organ interlude, catching the baby just in time.

Terzo had spent most of his life expertly avoiding events he did not want to attend. Now he was stuck and very much in public view. The only thing he could do was watch, and as he watched he assessed, just like everyone around him. Events one was required to attend made one imagine their own selves in the scenario, Terzo included. And as he watched Sister and Nihil drone on and participated in the endless kneeling and standing he made his own conclusions. I don't want this.

Secondo and Sandra’s left arms were fully tied together, a tangle of dozens of colorful ribbons placed one by one. At the end of the ceremony the Dark Mother would present the groom with an athame, and he would cut through all of the ribbons and that would be the end. The physical tie would fall to the floor, but the tie of souls would be upheld. Forever.

Maybe I want some of this. Maybe just a little.

Was that why the most simple act of giving a gift to his ghoul make his mind go to pieces? His Will scatter to the winds? Choice leered at him. Permanence haunted him.

Secondo dutifully took the athame from Sister. The congregation watched the ties fall, one by one. The many physical ties transmuted into one impenetrable, astral bond. They were beholden no longer to the will of those around them. The couple stood together, withstanding the entire world.

Us versus the entire world. Not just me. Us.

Terzo felt a sharp jab across his hand and he yelped, gripping the child in his arms. “Agh! Patatino!”

Little Paul gnashed his teeth, letting out a loud, wild cackle.

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[angelmichelangelo]

hi! um.. so.. could i request a oneshotfic ab 2007!donnie having to deal with being temporary ‘leader’ while leo is away and him having to kinda watch over raph and mikey? maybe he rants ab this to his s/o but if you don’t do x reader fics i completely understand thanks!! :D

finally getting around to this one! thanks for the prompt, amigo! some good ol' 2k7 angst is like. my ultimate jam. hope you enjoy!

x

The dull thrum of the fridge is the only sound that fills their tiny, poky kitchen as he stares endlessly into its barren contents.

There’s a carton of milk that should have been thrown out a while ago. An old Chinese takeout box that probably has stiff, half rotting noodles laying in the bottom. A secret piece of birthday cake wrapped up in foil, wedged way in the back behind a loose collection of babybel’s.

Donnie sighs. He closes the fridge and the kitchen is quickly swamped in darkness.

He turns to look up towards the platform of their pseudo second floor; the colorful light from Mikey’s nightlight spills from beneath his door whilst Raph’s door is closed and darkness and emptiness lurks from behind. 

Donnie stands alone in the kitchen, his gut clenching around nothing. His computer pings and he steels himself for a moment before he moves towards his station.

He always makes sure that the kitchen is stocked for his brothers and his father. He goes out of his way to ensure that Mikey has the cereal he likes, the ones with the overly sugary marshmallow bits in them that are sure to rot his teeth, or that Raph gets his protein bars even if he just snatches them up without saying thank-you. He indulges in his father’s sweet tooth for children’s birthday cake even if it sends his blood pressure into a spin.

Donnie keeps the kitchen stocked, and his own stomach empty because he can’t remember what his own favorite food tastes like.

He doesn’t watch the movies he likes anymore. Mostly because Splinter has taken up his own version of retirement in the form of bad soaps and CW shows every afternoon, but when it’s downtime, Don always lets Mike pick because he enjoys watching the way the smile lines finally etch their way across his face after a long, tedious day. He takes pride in watching the light creep back into his baby blues after they’d clouded over with exhaustion.

Donnie’s box set documentaries grow dust on the shelf but it doesn’t matter because Splinter is happy and Mikey is content and that’s all that matters.

He stops tinkering around for fun and to tickle his own curiosity like he might have done before and now it’s due to necessity.

His blueprints for the jetpacks he used to get giddy over with his brothers are left rolled up beneath his desk and whenever he’s pulling his toolbox out it’s because Raph’s wrecked his bike again somehow or the van needs touching up because more days than not, Mikey’s out working, coming and going from every inch of the city, the tires are worn and Mike’s smile is too, but Donnie knows how to fix that. He should do, shouldn’t he? He misses Leo painfully so. His best friend, always just a bedroom door away, he wakes in the night and finds himself stupidly shuffling towards it before he stops himself, standing in the still quiet of the night, hand hovering over a doorknob to open it to just nothing, there’s a pit gnawing in the bottom of his stomach, and soon, his grief is misplaced and it’s replaced with hurt, because Leo stops calling and he stops writing, and Donnie doesn’t have time to be sad about it, because Mikey comes home in tears one afternoon and he doesn’t stop until Don’s scooped him up and shoved a pint of ice cream in between his hands and wrapped him up onto the couch and there’s a corny rom-com playing on one of the back channels and it makes Don’s eyes grow tired and his head grow fuzzy but he pushes through just to make sure Mike’s face is dry and his smile is still casting a ghostly shadow at the end of it all. And Mike always shares his ice cream with him, even if he’s picked out all the good chunks, because that was just what little brothers were for, but it still doesn’t quell the burning ache Don has, settled deep within his chest, unbudging. He thinks about perhaps talking to Master Splinter about it on a few occasions. When the burning ache grows a little numb. He doesn’t though. Because between Gossip Girl and streams of infomercials, Splinter splits his time to their makeshift dojo, all hunched up and sad looking as he desperately searches for Leo, and Donnie realizes then that he can’t pass along a burden like his.

He’s in charge now – it’s clear to him in the way he stocks the fridge, keeps his remaining siblings safe in the way a mother perhaps would with reminders to be careful and to do dishes, and Donnie didn’t ask for this burden. It is a burden and once he’s felt it’s full crushing weight does it make more sense to him as to why Leo’s run off halfway across the world and refused to come back. 

Raph stumbles home one evening, late, when Don should have been sleeping but he’d been caught up with one particular customer on his phone line that was prickly and rude and he’s got a headache wedged deep behind the back of his brain and there’s shuffling footsteps that Don would recognise through years of crime fighting as help me, I’m hurt footsteps. He whips around to face his brother standing, propped up against the kitchen table, swaying. “Raph,” he says out loud. His voice is thin and raspy. When was the last time he spoke out loud, he wonders. Raph takes a step forward before his entire body seems to follow suit, a little too enthusiastic as he pitches towards him, almost falling before —

“Got ya,” Donnie says with a breath, all of it rushing out of him at once as he braces Raph’s dead weight against him. “C’mon. Here we go.” He’s able to sit Raphael down in one of the kitchen chairs, slumped and heavy, Donnie watches him for a second before he’s rushing out to grab his med kit. Coming back, he’s relieved to see he hasn’t moved much in the few seconds he was gone. He’s holding his side, taking slow shallow breaths that scare Donnie a little bit. He pries away his hand to reveal a fresh, sticky flow of crimson. Donatello’s heart jumps in his chest. “Oh, jesus, Raph,” he hisses. He slaps his hand back over the wound as he starts rummaging around for the right supplies. “What’s the matter with you?” Raph, who hasn’t made a sound the entire time, huffs a weak little laugh. Golden eyes slide around the room, like his situation was finally catching up to him, they finally land on Donnie. “Uh. You want that in alphabetical order?” Donnie doesn’t give him any satisfaction by even reacting. He’s got the alcohol wetting the cotton. He doesn’t even warn him as he yanks his hand away and starts dabbing. Raph hisses, jolting so hard in his seat that the chair scrapes loudly against the floor with a high pitched groan. Donnie shushes him. Last thing he needs is Mikey waking to all this: he’s got an early start tomorrow at the other end of Manhattan. Upon further inspection, the wound isn’t all too bad, mostly superficial. Definitely a stab wound, that was sure. He isn’t gonna ask. But Donnie could fix this. He could. “You need stitches.” He tells him blankly. He’s got a sparing amount of supplies in his box, but thankfully just enough. He doesn’t want to wake April with this nonsense, not at this hour. “Stay still.” Raph, never one to listen, starts shuffling about in his seat, rubbing his feet back and forth against the floor, hands twitchy and restless. He sighs, tiredly, and Donnie glances up towards him. Their eyes meet, and for a second, Donnie thinks that maybe this is the moment it breaks. That maybe Raph will break down and say his sorry’s and maybe Donnie has some to say too. Maybe Mikey will wake up and they’ll find the couch together and they can watch something stupid like 27 Dresses because that’s Mike’s favorite and there’s a whole tub of untouched ice cream in the freezer with all the good bits still in it and—

“Get on with it then,” Raph says gruffly. He looks away. Donnie’s hand’s tremble for a second, but he steadies them for the thread. “Sure,” he says in a small voice. He stitches Raph back up, bit by bit, he pulls him back together, gives him a pretty little bandaid too. He says a short thank you. Grabs a bit of birthday cake from the fridge. And he leaves. Just like that, he’s gone again.

Donnie stands alone in the kitchen. Raph hadn’t even bothered to close the fridge door behind him, a hue of gentle yellow light spilling from it, lighting up the small underground room, Donnie stands in front of it, watching up at the bedroom doors with watery vision. He doesn’t cry, though. Because that isn’t what he’s supposed to do. He’s supposed to keep them fed and happy and healthy and he’s supposed to fix this. That’s always been his job – now just increased ten fold, it’s been left in his hands and he has to do it, otherwise nobody else will. He sighs, closing the fridge door. He slumps back into his chair. There’s the annoyed chatter of someone barking through his headset at him. The headache never really left, just invisible for those few moments, it lets itself be known now with a sharp jab of pain radiating up his skull. This is his job, he tells himself. This is the job he’s meant to do. Stock the fridge. Keep the peace. Stitch the wounds. He hates Leo for leaving it all for him, but what else is he supposed to do. His gut growls at him and his chest goes airy tight, like something there was majorly missing. This is fine, this is his job. He can do this. He sucks in a shaky breath. He doesn’t want to do this.

#thanks again for the prompt! #2k7 b-team always makes me happy. getting this prompt was super fun :3 #ask #fic prompt #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fic #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2k7 #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt michalangelo #tmnt leonardo

[cabdane]

#this was actually word for word the conversation #crosshair #hunter #tech #wrecker #echo #the bad batch #incorrect quotes #source: tumblr #also i'm sure someone's already pointed this out but i just realized how everyone else is facing the light/sun and crosshair's facing away f #rom it and then he turns so his face is half in shadow and half in light #✨symbolism✨ #**

[emkay512]

Just For Tonight

What if it had been Liam’s idea to have house Beaumont sponsor Riley in his social season? And what was Liam’s night like after he dropped off Riley in the very first chapter?

A/N: I watch a lot of rom-coms and chick flicks and couldn’t stop thinking about Liam and came up with this 🙃 This exists in my OUAT universe, so I’m using those tags, I hope that’s ok and you enjoy!

Thank you at @sfb123 and @queenrileyrose for pre-reading and giving me that extra confident boost! I think I was marinating on this too long! Lol 😅

Warnings: Some language, but that’s about it.

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Word count: 1,676

Liam’s head was swimming. He and Riley just piled into a cab to escort her back to her apartment after their midnight rendezvous with the Statue of Liberty. That kiss she gave him on the ferry had him dizzy, he was losing his inner fight to remember his duty bound responsibilities and wanted to embrace her again, but he also didn’t want to lead Riley on.

As if Riley was reading his mind, she broke the silence and asked, “hey, Liam?” Liam focused his gaze on her in reply, “what if just for tonight, we indulge in ourselves a little?” Liam lifted his brow in confusion.

“How do you mean?”

Riley was feeling quiet vulnerable with her idea, but in keeping with her own suggestion, she explained, “I have a feeling about you. That you’re used to putting your priorities and desires dead last in life. I’m even a little afraid that you may come to regret this night with me because you will convince yourself you had over indulged by allowing a little personal pleasure in your life. I’m saying, don’t do that. And I won’t either. I’m not sorry for opening up to a prince I know I’ll never see again. So… so how about you do the same?” Riley felt her cheeks blush and she looked up at him to see his eyes soften, knowing he was moved and would agree.

“Ok.” Liam smiled genuinely, she was completely right, and now thanks to her, he wouldn’t allow himself to feel any shame for enjoying this night. “Ok, Ms. Riley Brooks, I’ll do the same. Just for tonight, I will feel no shame for enjoying myself, for letting my heart call the shots for once.”

“Good.” Riley almost felt her eyes well up with tears from both the most sincere happiness she was feeling mixed with sadness of the night ending. Just then, the cab slowed to a stop right in front of her stoop. “Well, this is me. Good night, Liam. Thank you for the unforgettable evening.”

“Riley,” was all he could whisper before they both leaned in, closed their eyes, and surrendered into their goodnight kiss. Liam had relaxed completely, and it was Riley that deepened the kiss. She had parted her lips for him and he allowed himself to touch his tongue to hers, reveling in her sweet taste. He took one hand to cup her cheek and his other hand around her waist, both hands pressing her body as close to his as possible.

At the sound of the cabbie clearing his throat, they parted, both a little out of breathe. With smiles on both their faces, they said at the same time, “well, good night.”

They awkwardly laughed, and Riley touched her hand to his 5 o’clock shadow and said, “I think you are amazing, and thank you again for tonight.” She offered him the sweetest smile and then moved to exit the cab.

Liam replied as she was making her move out, “goodnight, Ms. Riley, and just so you know, I will never regret this night.” It was the right thing to say, as he saw nothing but elation on her face as she gently shut the car door and turned to walk into her apartment.

After giving the cabbie the name of his hotel, Liam leaned back in the backseat of the cab with nothing but stars in his eyes. He couldn’t believe the night he just had, and he was too far gone in his euphoria that he wouldn’t allow himself to think back to the reality that awaits him. Just for tonight. Just like they had said. He would allow himself to close out this night on his love sick high.

Upon his arrival back to the suite he was sharing with his friends, Maxwell was the only one still up. Liam could swear that his good, cheery, friend, Maxwell Beaumont, operated on constant energizer bunny batteries and actually didn’t sleep.

“Well, well, well… couldn’t quiet pull off the next-morning-walk-of-shame, my prince?” Maxwell knew Liam hated the formalities among his friends so he knew right away that Maxwell was in a full ball-busting mood. But Liam didn’t care. And to his dismay, Maxwell noticed. “Whoa. What the hell is that dopey look on your face!? You did get laid??” Maxwell was sincerely perplexed because he knew that a one night quickie was unlike Liam, but he could think of no other explanation.

Liam chuckled and shrugged, knowing he was unable to shake the grin off his face. No, he didn’t get laid. But he did get kissed. Twice. By a woman he knew he wouldn’t shake from his thoughts, for probably the rest of his life. Just for tonight. He continued the mantra in his mind. He’d let his mind wander to the idea of seeing her again. “Calm down, Max. She just showed me a very lovely evening. She pulled off a trip to the Statue of Liberty. Just for me.” Maxwell was not missing the stars in Liam’s eyes and couldn’t resist in fucking with him a little more.

“Huh, so your tryst involved another lady? Ya know, Lady Liberty? Kinky.” Liam rolled his eyes, that’s not even creative or funny, he thought to himself. “Wait, so how in the hell did you pull that off? I know you get shit done, but a last minute late night boat ride in a foreign country to impress a girl? How did you do it?”

“I didn’t. It was all the other way around. She called in a favor to impress me, and as you can see, I was quiet taken.”

“Well damn, sister’s got some moves! I mean, look at you, I’ve never seen you so smitten!” Maxwell was still muttering some mockeries at Liam, something about Liam being a smitten kitten. But it was something else he said that stuck out to Liam. Sister. Maxwell had call her a sister. After a second, a wild idea popped into Liam’s mind.

“That’s it! That’s it, Maxwell you genius!” Maxwell blinked up at Liam, very unsure what part of his rambles got Liam so excited. “House Beaumont still needs a sponsor for the social season, right?”

“Uh, yeah. That’s right.” Maxwell was clearly not putting two and two together.

“Catch up, Beaumont! Her! Riley! What do you think? We could catch up with her in the morning and ask her to join the season under your house. Well?”

Maxwell was grinning from ear to ear. He thought it was such a good idea that he was disappointed he didn’t think of it. “You’re on. You and I can find her in the morning before your early flight back and if she says yes, I’ll bring her back here to get the guys caught up and she’ll fly back with us.”

“Genius! Ah, I could kiss you right now Maxwell! I’m gonna try to catch some sleep before the morning.” Liam said while pumping his fist in excitement and he half jogged into a separate room to fall asleep.

The next morning, Liam and Maxwell caught sight of Riley walking up to her bar. Maxwell still had a curious amount of energy in him and next thing Liam knew, he was jogging ahead to Riley with his hand in the air to get her attention. “Hey! Hey, Riley!” Liam kept his pace as Maxwell rushed ahead.

Riley whipped around to see Maxwell charging at her. “Oh, hey. It’s you. One of Liam’s friends, Maxwell, right?”

“Yep! Good memory! Anyway I’m glad I caught you. I’m here because I want to formally invite you to Cordonia to participate in all the festivities for Liam. Normally you wouldn’t be allowed to join, but I want to sponsor you!” Maxwell could see the shock and confusion on her face as he continued to explain. “I’m from a noble house, but I don’t have any sisters so we don’t have anyone in contention to marry the prince. Instead we get to pick any girl to sponsor, and I pick you!”

“Wh-why me?”

“I’m not doing it just for you.” Just then Liam caught up and strode into the scene.

“Good morning, Ms. Riley Brooks.” Liam used his most husky and calm voice possible. He knew he was about to be asking a lot out of her.

Riley instantly picked up Liam’s voice as he walked up and greeted her, “Liam? What are you doing here?”

Liam approached and grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his lips for a quick kiss. He met her eyes as he explained, “I’m here to do the same thing my good friend, Maxwell, is here doing. I want to convince you to come to Cordonia. Everything he said is true. You can participate as his sponsor.” Riley moved her eyes from Liam and looked just over his shoulder at Maxwell, she was trying to decide if he was someone she could trust and someone whose house she wanted to join. She saw a very promising and honest smile on his face, and she felt comfortable. She then looked back to Liam, who was still holding her hand.

“I… I don’t know.. that’s a big commitment..”

“Look,” Liam said quickly not wanting to lose his momentum. “I’ll level with you, Cordonia won’t be like New York, but there’s something about you. About us, that I trust. There’s something here Riley, why not give it a shot. Come on, I know you feel it too.”

She most certainly felt it too and she thought about last night and the opportunity that could be ahead of her, versus her current shitty bartending life in New York, and she came to her decision. “Ok,” she smiled and looked him in the eye, “I’m in.”

“Yes!” Maxwell shouted from behind them, “go pack your bags, this is going to be the adventure of a lifetime!”

Riley looked at Liam and said, “I guess we’re shooting for more than just for tonight, huh?”

Liam replied, “heh, yeah I guess you’re right.”

#choices trr #choices #king liam #liam x riley #the royal romance #trr #trr liam #liam x mc #trr Liam fic #trr fic #trr ouat

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NSFW Alphabet - Rio.

GIF is not mine, credit to OG creator. 

He felt left out, so I made him one too! Everyone’s favorite money launderer is here with allllll his dirty secrets. Enjoy, frands! 

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NSFW Alphabet A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Rio lives to take care of you. You hold him down and after sex, he’s just as gentle and compassionate. He will wrap you in his arms and remind you all the reasons that his success is yours too. A warm shower and a cold drink await you after most sessions complete with take out from your favorite restaurant. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Rio loves his lips/smile. He knows a simple smirk can make you melt into a puddle. He isn’t above using it to manipulate you in the best ways. A slow lick of the lips, a smug smile, or a soft kiss can buy him a few hours if he has fallen out of your good graces. 

He loves your hips and ass. Your curvy frame fits so perfectly with his slender muscular self. He loves to feel you soft against him in bed as he runs his hands over your curves - leaving your skin electrified under his touch. He loves the dip from your back to the top of your ass, the perfect place for his hands in all situations. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Inside or in your mouth - he finds your willingness to accept him in the most intimate ways erotic. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Rio loves to make movies. His favorite angle is when you’re on the bed, back arched, and ass pressed against him and he makes you fuck yourself as he watches himself disappear inside you. 

“Keep going, mama. I didn’t say stop.” The erotic sound of skin against skin filled the room as you rolled your hips against him, moans slipping through your mouth. “You’re such a good girl. Look at how you take me.” Your praise kink is on overdrive as you come apart beneath him - another Oscar worthy performance. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

His list isn't long, but he knows what he is doing. Always the gentleman, you come first, second, and third - he will leave your body sore and sleepy with his expert skills. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Rio loves you from behind - he loves watching your ass bounce as he pushes into the mattress. He lives for you on top too. When you just can’t wait any longer, and you take control. He lays back willingly, puts his hand behind his head, and watches you sink onto him - the stretch makes you bite your lip and lean forward. He will pull you close - holding your throat with ever so much pressure and thrust into you - leaving you panting and begging. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sarcasm, mild degradation, and dry humor are Rio’s calling cards and they don’t disappear in the bedroom. He will make you drip with his words, and chastise you for being so needy. As you grind against his jean-covered thigh, begging for more, he will reprimand you for making a mess - heat running through your body as he slides his fingers over you, feeling just how wet you really are. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Appearances are important, so he leaves nothing to be desired. He’s neat. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Rio spends his days playing a role and with you, the doors open and his real self tumbles out. He presses his forehead to yours and whispers sweet nothings as you greet him from his work day. He is content to watch you play Iron Chef in the kitchen as you talk about your days together. He finds the most comfort in breaking down the walls and letting you - physically and emotionally. 

J = Jack/Jill Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Rio may rub one out, because work has kept him away from you. The movies you create make it easy to remember how good you feel. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Needy, begging - Rio gets off on knowing you need him. It’s borderline codependent shit, but he loves it. When you pout around the house, your shirt tight and in just your panties, huffing and puffing while you wait for him to finish working is one of his favorite things. He knows you’re a brat, and he indulges in your tantrums, edging you until you slide into his lap, palming him through his pants and whisper how much you want him in your ear. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Rio moves in the shadows, so it only makes sense that he fucks in them too. Late nights at the warehouse have you laid across the table as he fucks you - erotic noises echoing through the empty room or you slide into the backseat of the wagon, sinking onto him as Mick waits dutifully outside as you chase your release. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Rio lives to provide for you, so being able to fulfill every request - sexual or otherwise - is his motivation. When the bills are paid, you have more than enough money in your account, and you can’t walk from countless orgasms, that’s when he feels most successful. When you came into his life, success suddenly meant something different and taking care of you in every aspect is his reason. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Rio is illusive, so threesomes are out of the question. He is invisible, and you’re really the only woman he needs. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

You’re a brat and Rio tames you on your knees as he fucks your throat relentlessly. He gazes at you through half-hooded eyes, watching you gag as you open your mouth wider for him. “Mama, just like that.” His hands thread through your hair, pulling the strands so rough that you moan against him - sending shivers through his body. “See, you can listen, can’t you?” 

On the flip side, Rio loves to eat you. He enjoys the feel of your full thighs around his face as you rock back and forth. You were so apprehensive at first, but he reassured you, “Darlin’, if I die underneath you, it will be the happiest moment of my life.” The feeling of power, yet subtle submissiveness in the act of you riding his face is a powerful aphrodisiac. 

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When he’s punishing you, he holds nothing back. You will feel every inch of him as he pushes you into the mattress or pulls you against him. Your skin will be marked and bruised, your ass sore from spanking - he will remind you he’s the boss. Yet, he has such gentleness when he’s reallllllly making love to you. His hands sliding over your breasts - just barely touching you as he kisses right beneath your ear, nipping and sucking as you moan beneath him. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

With Rio’s odd hours, sometimes a quickie is all you have and you will gladly take it any way you can. Sneaking away on lunch breaks is your MO and getting fucked raw in the parking lot by your crime boss boyfriend helps pass the rest of the day with ease. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Rio’s whole life is a risk, so it only makes sense that he takes calculated ones on with you. 

“When will they be here?” Your voice was soft in the dark car. “Not too much longer.” Rio threaded his fingers through yours - his thumb rubbing your hand reflexively. “Not too much longer, huh?” You inquired as you slid your hand over his jeans - feeling him grow hard underneath your touch. Your hands worked expertly to slide him out of his jeans - your mouth watering as you slid your tongue around his length. “Mami, now?” His dark eyes filled with lust as he watched your cheeks hollow - taking more in each time your head bobbed. Rio’s head laid back as you choked against his length, sliding your flat tongue, feeling each ridge. “Mama. Fuck.” His fingers pulled your hair - his tightening grasp directed your efforts as you felt him come undone - your throat filling with him. 

Sitting up, you wiped your mouth - a coy smirk breaking over your face as you realized Beth had been watching from the swing the whole time. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Rio can push you to your limits and he always makes sure you come first. You are more than accommodating and he spends his time worshipping you. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Rio is not a conventional lover, and he will gladly tie your hands - teasing you with the lack of touch while he stares down at you. “Oh mama, what do you want?” His voice rough into your ear as he rocks against your hips - his fingers expertly rubbing your clit as you struggle against the binds. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Rio knows how responsive you are and loves to leave you wanting more. A dirty whisper in your ear as you wait to be seated at dinner, his hand resting right above your ass, his beard rubbing against your neck will leave you asking for the check before you’re even finished with the meal. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Rio isn’t loud, but he talks. 

“Look at you take this dick, mama.” 

“You’re such a good girl.” 

“Darlin, I didn’t say you could come.” 

“Take it. You asked for it.” 

“How could you think you could move my pussy?” 

“Fuck yourself till you come.” 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Rio is a sucker for cheesy romance - rose petals on the floor, candles lit, a bubble bath in a heart shaped tub - he loves it all. The weekend spent in Vegas felt like a rom com, but watching your man be intentional with his choices and his time makes your panties wet. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He may be skinny, but his dick isn’t. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Rio is a busy man and compartmentalizes most of his feelings, including his sex drive. He misses you constantly, but money ain’t going to wash itself, so he keeps his shit together. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Rio keeps odd hours, so he does fall asleep after, but it’s without guilt, because you’re snuggled right there with him. 

#rio #rio fanfic #rio good girls nbc #rio good girls #rio x reader

[cabezadeperro]

6 for the Rexconditioned au?

things you said under the stars and in the grass

(rexconditioned au, for the uninitiated: what if rex was alpha-17 but reconditioned? obi-wan and anakin at least suspect but ahsoka never met him and has no idea)

The air smells sweet. The shadows between the barracks are deep and velvety, and Ahsoka steps out of her tent and breathes in, filling her lungs. She aches, but it’s--bearable. Either that or she’s gotten used to it: the last year sometimes feels like a dream, but she still remembers how hard it was to keep moving, to force herself out of bed every morning. 

Now it’s just--she doesn’t even need to draw on the Force to keep her spine straight and her senses alert. 

The GAR compound where they’re staying is surrounded by a tall metal fence, but the planet’s been retaking, and there are no CIS forces in the system, and when she crosses the gate in the direction to the wide, flat grassy plains beyond the guards just nod their heads in her general direction. The one on the left looks half-asleep, his dark eyes heavy--neither of them are wearing their buckets. 

“Are you looking for the captain, Commander?” he asks her. Ahsoka pauses by his side and tilts her head. His name pops up in her mind quickly--he’s called Rom. He keeps his hair short but it’s lighter than most of his brothers. There is a big, blue circle tattooed on the back of his left hand. 

Ahsoka blinks and stares at him, nonplussed. “Rex? No, I was just going for a walk. Didn’t know he was awake.”

Rom tenses--his fear, sudden and sharp, spikes in the air between them, and Ahsoka hears his partner shift his weight. She smiles, keeping her fangs behind her lips, and lets calm seep out of her.

“I’ll let him be, then,” she says lightly. Rom exhales. It’s not loud, and most humanoids wouldn’t have been able to hear it, but Ahsoka’s montrals twitch. “I think the captain’s had enough of me and my master for today.”

Rom manages to keep his face blank, but the other guard snorts. Ahsoka bites on her lip to keep her smile inside. She reaches out, punches Rom hard enough in the arm to make him stumble, and keeps walking. “Goodnight, gentlemen.”

“Goodnight, Commander.”

“Goodnight, Commander Tano.”

The grass is soft and damp. It smells nice, clean and spicy. Ahsoka takes off her boots and keeps walking, letting her eyes slip closed--she doesn’t need her sight to navigate through the field. Here and there she can sense little prey animals skittering, fleeing her--first with the Force and then with her lekku. 

She finds Rex without meaning to--she really wanted to let him have his peace. It took her a long time to understand, but by now Ahsoka knows that sometimes he just doesn’t want to see her or Anakin, and that it doesn’t mean he does not like them. She always tries to give him space. 

He’s sitting on a boulder. Ahsoka blinks her eyes open and looks up and up--in the dark it looks like a big dark shadow, and Rex’s blond head is barely visible on the top. He’s not wearing his armour, and he looks smaller without it, younger. 

Ahsoka swallows. She turns on her heel, but he twitches--he heard her.

“Commander?”

Ahsoka sighs.

“Sorry, Rexter. Didn’t know you were here,” she replies, sheepish. “I’ll--I was just going for a walk.”

Rex keeps quiet. Ahsoka narrows her eyes at him. He feels--off. She reaches out to him, carefully, and feels a shiver run down her back. Rex feels like he always does--rock-solid, stable, kind, clever and fast and brave--but there is something there, in his Force signature, that doesn’t exactly belong. It makes her lekku itch and her hands twitch, her claws sharp and tough against the long sleeves of her tunic. 

“Rex?” 

He jumps. Shakes his head. “Sorry, commander. It’s fine.”

Ahsoka frowns. It’s not fine. She doubts for a beat and then climbs up on the rock, hands and feet, her boots forgotten on the grass, until she can sit down beside him. He tenses, but she keeps quiet. She hugs her knees and waits, looking up to the stars. 

After a while, he relaxes again. He leans back against his hands and watches the sky with a scowl on his face. It makes him look--strange. Ahsoka has seen him angry before--she’s seen him frustrated and hurt and furious and exasperated. This is something else. 

She wants to ask, and usually she would, but something keeps her quiet. He feels like he’s dancing on the edge of something, and Ahsoka may be young and reckless, but she cares about Rex too much to kark up whatever he’s going through. 

So she waits and she watches the sky and him and the grasslands. 

“I had a dream,” he suddenly says. Ahsoka blinks and turns to look at him, her cheek leaning against her arm. Rex isn’t looking at her but at his hands. He’s frowning, grave and--worried. 

He falls quiet once again. Ahsoka bites at her lip.

“A nightmare?” she doesn’t think it is--he feels different after a bad dream. Tense and anxious and angry with himself, but never scared.

And he is--he’s terrified. 

Rex turns his hands into fists and then opens them again. He doesn’t look at her. “I don’t know.”

Ahsoka hums. She glances at him and, after a beat, leans her shoulder against his. He tenses and then leans back. 

“No,” he replies after a while. He’s shuddering, short staccato bursts of motion that come and go. It’s not cold--it’s. It’s strange. Ahsoka doesn’t think Rex has noticed, and that’s just worrying.

“I was--in Kamino.” He falls quiet again. Ahsoka wants to snarl, but she doesn’t. She’s heard enough stories about the place to dislike it as severely as a Jedi is allowed to, and then a bit more. 

Rex sighs. “I think it was a memory.”

#maría writes #things you said writing prompts #ahsoka tano #captain rex #alpha 17 #star wars #menac-ika

[buckstaposition]

Shower - Zach Wellison x f!Reader

first part of the Handyman ‘verse

Zach Wellison x non-American, non-native English speaker!Reader

summary: new apartment, new job, unruly shower with bad timing, unexpectedly cute building manager to the rescue ;-)

rating: T

warnings: wet tee-shirts, partial nudity, mildly horny thoughts

words: 2841

Shower

This was not how you had envisioned your first day on the new job. Hell, you hadn’t even made it to the job yet! Instead you stood in the bathroom of the apartment you’d properly moved into just days prior, frantically trying to contain the flooding with one hand while dialing the building manager’s number with the other, praying that he’d pick up even though it was just after six in the morning.

“Hello?” a groggy voice answered on the fifth or sixth ring, and the huskiness of it makes your mind blank for a hot second.

“Hello??” it comes again, sounding more annoyed this time. It snaps you out of your reverie and reminds you that you are currently soaking wet and probably going to be late. On your first day at work.

“Umm yes sorry, this is apartment 4B. My, umm…” you wrack your brain for the words in the foreign language a moment, before deciding that there’s really no elegant way to say it. “My shower has kind of…exploded? I can’t get it to stop.” Help me please, you add mentally.

A groan and the creaking of mattress springs, then “I’m on my way.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, letting go of the busted pipe and drenching yourself anew in the process. Cursing loudly, you whipped off the towel you’d haphazardly slung around yourself and tied it around the pipe, hoping to soak up at least some of the pouring water while you rushed to pull on some actual clothes.

There was a knock on the door just as you were pulling a sweatshirt over your head. You run headlong to the door, yanking it open, only to come face to face with a guy who can’t be much older than you. Why you expected him to be, you don’t know. Perhaps in your mind people who looked after whole apartment blocks were just supposed to be closer to your dad’s age. Perhaps it was the fact that you’d only been told that Mr Wellison was responsible for any repairs and the name had sounded like it should belong to someone more mature. But this one wasn’t. Sleep-rumpled and with a somewhat grumpy expression on his face, yes, but… really he was what your mother would call ‘ideal marriageable age’. Usually while not-so-subtly nudging you. If she wasn’t giving you more overt judgement over her lack of grandchildren, that is.

“Shower you said?” You just blink. His voice is even deeper without the distortion of a phone, rumbling deep and morning-rough. He gestures past you where the shower is still audibly gurgling. “May I come in?”

“Of course!” You jump aside to let him pass. Get distracted by his broad shoulders under a tee-shirt so thin it’s basically transparent, also somewhat rumpled but soft-looking, like it’s the first thing he pulled on after being so rudely awoken by your watery emergency. Or what he slept in. You trail after him, suddenly self-conscious about the as-yet-not-unpacked boxes everywhere. You had only moved in the Friday before, and then the moving company had messed up something with their scheduling or whatever and your stuff had only gotten here late on Saturday, and you’d spent the rest of the weekend putting up the furniture.

He sets his toolbox down by the tub, frowns deeply at the steady spray in multiple directions. You hover awkwardly in the doorframe.

“Okay, first we need to turn off the main water supply.” He straightens, tool in one hand while the other cautiously unwinds your makeshift towel tourniquet, only to receive a jet of water straight to  the face.

“The um, what?” You blink.

“Main water supply. For your apartment. Should be a valve in the kitchen, left from the sink.” He explains patiently, wiping wet hair from his forehead. At least you’re not the only one getting soaked here.

“Right.” You bolt into the kitchen, crouching down beside the cabinets. You have to shove aside two boxes full of pots, pans, and crockery but you manage to wedge yourself into the tiny corner just enough to reach the valve and you turn it until the sound of water gushing from the bathroom subsides. You rush back anxiously, stopping dead in your tracks upon seeing him again. He’s standing in your tub barefoot, tee-shirt partially wet and clinging to his lean torso, but what really stuns you is the way his profile is illuminated by the early morning sun coming in through the small, high windows. Brow furrowed in concentration, an aquiline nose and a strong chin, jawline dusted with what likely was just a five-o’clock-shadow yesterday, and his dark hair still sleep-tousled, curling against his neck, especially behind the ears. It looks soft. He is striking, and you can only stare at him dumbly as he works.

“I need to replace this. It’s busted beyond repair.” He taps the offending pipe, or rather the remains of it, seeing as it’s split down the middle.

“Okay?”

“I have the parts here, too. I can do it now or later if you’d prefer to be there.” He fidgets with a wrench, throws it in the air and catches it without looking, which only directs your attention to his hands which are, of course, just as gorgeous. There’s a small circular tattoo just by the root of his thumb that captivates you beyond reason. All in all it would be great if your brain could remember that it belongs to a smart, accomplished person who graduated from a top university both back at home and here. A person who moved countries (continents even!) to pursue their dreams of professional fulfillment. A person who landed their dream job against a whole slew of competitors. A person who is going to be late on the first day of said job if you don’t get your head screwed on straight pronto. Your eyes zip to the clock, back to him, back to the clock again because your brain didn’t actually register the numbers. Still before seven. You let out a breath in relief.

“I need to leave for work in an hour at the latest. It’s my first day.” You explain, wringing your hands while you do the mental math of getting ready and getting there.

“Alright,” he says slowly. “You probably want to get ready for that. I need to run up and get the parts anyway. Do you want me- are you comfortable with me finishing this up while you’re away or would you rather be there? I can come back when you’re back from work.”

His consideration makes you smile and the tension seep from your neck. “No that’s alright. Do you need my spare key?” Your parents would high key freak out to know you’re letting a man into your apartment unsupervised, but he is the building super, and he gives you no heebie-jeebies whatsoever. In fact, the way he smiles at your answer gives you quite a different feeling in your stomach.

“No, I have a master key. For emergencies.” He straightens, lifting the hem of his shirt to unstick the wet spots from his chest and of course that also draws your eyes to where they have no business ogling. “Right, I’ll just be a moment. I’ll ring, okay?”

“Okay.” You breathe softly, stepping aside to let him pass. He smiles again, apologetic as he squeezes by, but you’re too distracted by the appearance of a lone dimple on his cheek. You watch him cross your apartment in a daze, unmoving until he opens the door and turns around one last time, giving you a little salute before he closes the door behind him.

You get ready and dressed in record time, thanking your past self for thinking to put coffee on before you had to cut the water supply to your place. You’re just fixing yourself a cup when the doorbell rings. You stand frozen to the spot until it rings again, and that propels you forward, yanking the door open.

“I thought you had a key.” You ask, confused. He smiles bashfully, the hand not holding the replacement pipe coming up to rub at the back of his neck.

“Yeah, but I didn’t just want to barge in. Didn’t know if you were done getting ready after all.”

“Oh.” You say, ever the eloquent one. You feel your cheeks warm, touched by his consideration for your privacy. “Mr Wellison, I-“

“Please, just Zach is fine.”

“Zach.” You repeat like on autopilot, and it makes him duck his head and clear his throat, hand scrubbing nervously through hair that looks significantly less messy than it had about half an hour ago. What an interesting reaction. It suddenly occurs to you that the two of you are still standing in your doorway, so you step aside to let Mr Well- …Zach inside. He hurries past you and into the bathroom, not missing a beat in climbing into the tub and starting to remove your busted pipe. You check your watch again, relieved that you still have a little while before you need to leave.

Ever the good host your parents raised, you fill a mug with coffee and carry it over to him.

“Do you take sugar in your coffee? I have milk, too, or sweetener if you prefer.” You announce as you enter. There’s really no good spot to set the mug down so that he could reach it, so you keep it in your hands, hovering awkwardly again. His mesmerizing dark gaze turns upon you in surprise.

“Oh um, black is fine thanks.” Both hands fully engaged, he hesitates a moment before stuffing the wrench into his back pocket and taking the mug from you while saying “You didn’t have to.”

“Oh nonsense, the least I could do is offer you a cup of coffee after waking you up so early.” You smile, and he smiles back, and then your hands brush upon handover because of course they do. There is no spark or shock of electricity, because this isn’t some silly rom-com dammit, but there is a gentle tingle that spreads up your hand at the brief contact.

You check your watch, relieved to find that you have time still. Getting up with the sun suddenly seems inspired rather than just nervous. And as you lean on the frame of your bathroom door, sipping coffee and making light chit-chat with the unreasonably gorgeous man currently standing barefoot in your bathtub, you feel your nervousness for the day dissipating. After all, how much worse could it get than what’s already happened, and not turning out half bad after all?

Zach is polite yet gently curious. Usually he’d have been there for the handover alongside the owner of the building, but a broken sink on the fifth floor had kept him away.

“Seems to be a recurring theme. Should I be worried? Perhaps look into finding another place?” You joke and he starts and stops for just a millisecond, then starts again wrenching at the misbehaving pipe. He’s almost got it.

“No! No, I mean… that won’t be necessary. I can get it fixed, if something breaks. That’s my job after all.”

“Oh relax, I was-“ it’s at this precise moment that he gets the pipe loose finally, only it dislodges something and what looks like a bucket’s worth of water pours out and over poor Zach, drenching him completely. You yelp and jump out of the way on instinct, despite being far enough to only catch a few tiny droplets.

Zach breathes deeply a moment, hands on his hips as he considers his sopping wet hair, his now dripping clothes. The thin tee-shirt clings to every curve and dip of his lean torso and it is severely distracting, and you should feel at least slightly bad for how unabashedly you stare but can only find it in yourself to be flustered, face heating up so much one could probably fry eggs on your cheeks right now.

“I’ll umm…” You have to tear your gaze away, hoping it’ll read as shock rather than the fact that you were blatantly checking him out. “I’ll grab you a towel. Wait here.” He grumbles something you can’t quite make out over the rushing in your ears. You run over to the boxes you think hold the rest of your towels. You dig through them frantically, washcloths and your collection of fancy soaps go flying, but eventually you unearth the very fluffy and classy dark grey towels your aunt gave you as a home-leaving gift.

You slide back in on socked feet, thrusting the folded towels at him like they’re radioactive, then doing a double take and then another for good measure, because that drenched shirt that clung to his body like something out of a firefighters’ charity calendar? Gone. Well, not gone. It’s been wrung out and draped over the edge of your tub, but he’s no longer wearing it and you need to pick your jaw up off the floor if you want to retain at least a shred of your dignity.

“Thanks.” He says, taking the towel from you, and your hands brush again and you jump nearly out of your skin. Need to take a step back just to calm down. And why did you even need coffee again because somehow you’ve never felt more alert than in this very moment.

And you’re not ogling him, no – that would be inappropriate to the highest degree. You just can’t help but to sneak glances as he wraps the larger towel around his unreasonably broad shoulders and uses the smaller one to squeeze the wetness out of his hair, to wipe it from his eyes. He’s trim, lean – almost a bit skinny if you’re being honest, like he’s not been as accustomed to sufficient and regular meals as any person should be. There are some scars cutting through the smooth expanse of his golden skin, illuminated fetchingly by the early morning sun. Your mouth runs dry and you find yourself hunting for your abandoned coffee mug. It’s on the counter above the now torn-open moving boxes, having gone tepid. Not that you care. You throw it back, grimace at the way grounds and sweetener have collected at the bottom. One more reluctant glance at the clock. You should be on your way, just to have the time buffer you planned in to find your way, to find parking, to account for morning rush hour-

Carefully you poke your head into the bathroom again. He turns towards you, biceps coiled as he still rubs at his hair, more damp than wet now, though some strands curl enticingly around his face, over his forehead. You want to run your fingers through it solely to see whether it’s as soft as it looks. But you don’t have the time, not right now.

“I umm, … I have got to go now.” Besides, you only just met. You barely know him. You need to calm down. “Are you going to be okay here?”

“I think the worst is behind us now.” He grins, and you don’t know whether to be more distracted by the reappearance of the dimple or the two water droplets having a race down his abs. You gulp. Calm down, dammit!

“O-okay-“ You straighten, all but physically slapping some sense back into yourself. “You’re welcome to the rest of the coffee. And umm, thank you again. This is probably not how you envisioned your morning.”

“Death match with temperamental pipes? Happens more often than you think. The company’s not usually this pleasant though.” He has the nerve to wink. Standing there, half naked in your bathtub, towel slipping like some steamy romance novel cover nonsense, hair sticking up at odd angles in places and altogether messier than when he first came down here, and he winks at you! To his credit, he looks mortified by his own courage just a split second later, hands tightening around your towel. You need to get out of here before you do something stupid.

“Well, I will see you around.” You back out of the bathroom, skittish like some woodland animal. Barely think to grab all your things - purse, keys, lunchbox, water bottle, phone (plus charger, just in case). You make it to the front door, breathe deeply for a moment, collecting yourself. Throw one last glance back at him through the open bathroom door. He smiles, and you mirror it. He waves, awkward and endearing, the wrench he’d picked back up clanging against the shower’s controls, making him jump, making you snort in turn.

“Bye, Mr Well- …Zach.” You call out, halfway through the door already. Somehow you have managed to eat up your precious time buffer and now you really have to hurry. You’ve almost pulled the door closed behind you when you hear his answering ‘Bye, 4B. See you around!’

You’re halfway down the hallway when you realize it. You haven’t even told him your name!

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Soulmate AU part 4!

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Marinette had long since shooed her friends back to their rooms, but now she felt at a loss. She had tried to lay down and fall asleep early but her whole body seemed to buzz with awareness, the same livewire feeling as earlier but muted. She tossed and turned as the sky got dark, and eventually she gave up, pulling on a light jacket and bringing Trixx and Kaalki sleeping in the pockets before grabbing a sketchbook and making her way to the roof.

Gotham was gorgeous, even under the dark sky, lights giving shape to the gothic architecture and the silhouettes of darker areas balancing the brightness. People and cars moved down on the street below, and from her spot on high, she thought she saw a few quick shadows leap from one building to another farther away on the horizon. The famous vigilantes of Gotham, she guessed.

And then she heard feet, landing softly on the roof behind her. And she remembered exactly why this city had vigilantes.

She waited, counted to two as she heard their slow approach, and then spun, one leg flying low and knocking them over, her hand reaching out and twisting one arm back while she kicked the other one away from where they had tried to use it to catch themselves. In a half moment, she had them pinned, face into the gravel roof top.

And then she recognized the costume under her knee.

“Mon dieu, je suis desolé, je suis- I’m so sorry, Mr. Red Robin, Sir, I didn’t-“ she scrambled away, and then jumped forward again, grabbing his arm and helping him up. “I’m so sorry.”

To her shock, he laughed. “Oh my god, that was incredible. Where’d you learn to do that?”

She felt her face heat up. “Oh, well, France has its own villains, and I just- I thought you were-“

“I think that’s on me for sneaking up on you like that,” Red Robin said congenially. “Don’t worry about it, Miss...”

“Marinette!” She blurted out. “I’m Marinette.”

“Well, Miss Marinette,” Red Robin gave her an appraising looks, and she couldn’t help but try to stand a bit taller, straighter. “I wasn’t aware there were any major villains in Paris right now, let alone ones serious enough for schoolchildren to be learning that level of self defense.”

“Not aware?” The words almost blew Marinette over. Almost four years of protecting Paris, and people weren’t even aware there was a villain? “We’ve been fighting off Hawkmoth for four years!” She paled as soon as she said it, the implications of her superhero activities in that sentence catching up to her. “That is, literally, everyone has to fight him off, since he targets us with the Akumas, and then-“

Red Robin held out a hand, stopping the flow of her words. “Hold up, wait. Explain what this... Hawkmoth? Does.”

Marinette took a deep breath. “Hawkmoth has the ability to find people with overwhelmingly negative emotions, and then he uses magic to turn those innocent people into monsters called Akumas which do his bidding. He’s been doing this for almost four years, to the point where people in Paris are afraid to feel anything negative, or he might try to use them. And with so many people repressing their emotions, they’ve started breaking down, and the buildup of extreme negative mental states just creates increasingly powerful Akumas.”

She said it all in one very long breath, and at the end felt lighter. On the one hand, it was horrifying that no one outside of France, or possibly even just Paris, knew about any of it. On the other- if they didn’t know, then she could try reaching out again, this time face to face. She could ask for help.

Red Robin just stared at her, incredulous and- worried? “Are there any heroes who are trying to stop him?”

She leaned back, indignant. “Of course! We’ve got Chat Noir and Ladybug, and the entire Miraculous Team!”

Even with his eyes covered in that disconcerting white, she could see them narrow. “Do you think you’d be able to tell me a little bit more about them? About what’s going on in France?”

Marinette assessed the situation, and then very quickly came to a decision. “I think I can do you one better. I personally know some of the heroes, and if you think you can offer anything to them-help, or training, or even just advice- I can ask Ladybug and Chat Noir to come here to speak to you.”

His eyes seemed to widen. “I can’t guarantee anything of that sort, Marinette, I’m sorry- but if I can talk to them, and bring Batman in on this, then we’ll see what we can do and if we can help.”

Marinette nodded. “I can have them meet you tomorrow night. Up here on the roofs?”

He cast his gaze around. “Wayne Enterprises. The rooftop there. You’re certain they can be here tomorrow, say around ten?”

“They can use magic to get here,” she confides, and he nods, seeming to understand.

“I’ll meet with them first,” he tells her carefully. “And then, if necessary, I’ll call Batman in to speak to them as well. I’m sorry that Paris has been suffering alone.”

She nods, feeling tears gathering in her eyes. She wants to hug him but she holds herself back, overflowing with gratitude and exhaustion and over all of it, relief that they might actually finally receive some sort of aid. “Thank you, Red Robin.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he mutters, and Marinette can’t help but feel that she might not have been meant to hear it. “You should get inside. Even this high up, Gotham can be very dangerous at night.”

She nods, and gathers up the unused sketchbook. “Even if there’s nothing you can do. It’s good to know that somebody- knows. Thank you.”

She turns around before he can say anything else, ducking back inside and making her way back down to her room.

Trixx and Kaalki immediately zoom out of her pocket.

“Marinette, are you sure about this?” Kaalki questions, but Marinette just nods.

“I tried reaching out to the Justice League- several times!- back at the beginning! And Chloé said her father had sent in messages asking for aid as well! And now-“

She sat down on the bed and curled up, putting her head in her hands and just breathing. Trixx and Kaalki settled on her shoulders comfortingly.

“I need Adrien and Chloé.”

She pulls out her phone and calls Chloé first. She answers on the fifth ring.

“What’s wrong, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloé demands.

“Not emergency. But I need to talk to you and Adrien now.”

Chloé huffs, and Marinette can almost see her eyes roll. “I’ll grab him.”

The blonde hangs up before Marinette can say thank you.

Carefully she uncurls her body and stands up, stretching lightly before she starts to pace. Is seems like only seconds after that there’s a knock on her door, and Adrien and Chloé are let in.

“I just had a run in with one of Gotham’s vigilantes,” Marinette begins with no preamble, “and they have no idea about what’s been happening in Paris. I volunteered to have them meet with the heroes tomorrow night here in Gotham in hopes that they’d be willing to work with us against Hawkmoth.”

She watched both of her friends blink dumbfoundedly.

Then Chloé snorted. “Yep. Dupain-Cheng, actual shitty action rom-com main character.”

“I am not!” Marinette yelled as Adrien doubles over laughing. “Listen, I’m going to use Kaalki to retrieve Tikki tomorrow, and then I was going to have the three of us meet them. On top of Wayne Enterprises.” She looked them both in the eyes, trying to impress upon them how serious she was. “We’ve been fighting against him for almost four years now, and between our inexperience and our actual lives, we haven’t gotten any closer to actually finding and stopping him. I think this is our chance to do that, and I need you both with me.”

Adrien hugged her. “We’ve got your back, Mari. You don’t have to worry.”

She relaxed into it as Chloé wrapped them both into her arms. “Thanks, guys. So, I was planning on telling them...”

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[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “From Heaven or from Hell.”

Ok so I had a ton of trouble writing today for some reason. IDK why but here you go :) as expected. 

The Kree popped the last socket from the wall, pulling the device down for a closer examination. Admiral Vir stayed back in shock. He thought all of the kree were dead, but this one , it looked more than alive enough to him, though it did occur to him that this kree was neither voiced or voiceless. He had only ever seen something like it on a battlefield over two years ago, and they hadn’t gotten close enough to examine them in a medical capacity.

Was it possible that Dr. Krill and the others had been fooled.

If that was the case, these guys had done a phenomenal job at playing dead. Nothing was supposed to get past Dr. Krill, but he supposed there was a first for everything.

He knelt in the darkness wondering what he was going to do.

He could leap out and capture this creature, in one on one combat the Kree were no match for a human, the only reason they had been such a problem was because they were armed and could fly the last time he met with them.

But this one, it was just a skinny bird creature with twig legs, and no wings, but if he followed it, he might be able to find the others. 

He melted a little further back into the shadows, as much as he could with skin and hair that might as well have glowed in the ambient light. Too bad he had forgotten his ninja costume, that would have really helped right about now.

The kree turned and with a small chirp to itself, it began moving up the hallway.

He followed after at a distance feeling for once like the hunter instead of the hunted. 

He bared his teeth in half pleasure.

The feeling was sort of exhilarating.

He was the monster in the dark, the dangerous creature lurking in the shadows. He was the one stalking in the darkness just out of sight. Human’s hand had to hunt things in close proximity like this for thousands of years, and most creatures on their home planet were way to fast, strong, or agile for him to be able to do anything.

But in comparison to this Kree, he was a wolf, or a mountain lion. He would have radioed for assistance, but he was worried that his voice or the light from his implant would alert the creature, and he wouldn’t want that, so instead he kept very silent and well back as he followed the creature though the ship watching as it plucked equipment form the walls and stowed it in a bag. On one or two occasions, they came across one of the engineers working to fix the problem, but when that happened, they quickly slipped in another direction.

They were heading down, towards the docking bay forced to dodge more and more people as they moved, but they managed to make it.  And once they reached the docking bay, he was more than surprised to be led back behind the alien ship, to where someone had cut a near invisible vertical slit in the plastic which surrounded it.

The little creature slipped through and vanished inside the ship. 

He stayed outside, crouched low. This would probably be a good time let someone know where he was, but when he went to do so, he was surprised to find that bridge communications had been shut down.

The little bastards must have done something to it.

Oh well, than he was going to have to think up something else.

IT was best to know what he had to work with before actually making a move. So he inched forward quietly scooting through the plastic barrier and up towards the ship. He kept in a low crouch as he slipped up the open ramp and into the darkness. His infrared eye helped to pick up anything that might give him away as he moved through the darkness.

The ship was small, so it didn’t take him long to make it back to the bay where the bodies had been found, and when he did, he was both surprised, and not particularly surprised to see what he saw.

A gathering of Kree sat in a circle in the middle of the floor. Together they were comparing parts they had looted rom the ship, warbling i their strange kree language, and with laughter about what they had done.

Listening to them talk, he felt his lips pull tight in annoyance his hands balling into fists.

Pirates. 

They thought they had duped the humans,

Turned them into chumps as they robbed them blind right out from under their noses. 

It was a smart enough plan, but there was one thing that none of them had accounted for.

The fact that a human might be listening in.

Anger welled up inside his chest.

These creatures were trying to make him and his crew look like fools, but he wasn’t going to let that happen. He was going to stop this, but….. Before he did that, he was also going to give them a piece of their own medicine.

And with that thought, he slunk back into the darkness.

***

The Kree sat around in a circle laughing to themselves. The humans were so stupid.

Even their doctors hadn’t managed to catch the kree, with their ability to shut down their bodies into a mild state of coma, which approached death in appearance. In this state their internal organs barely functioned, and their cortical zones almost completely shut off.

It used to be something they could only do under certain circumstances, but after one of their scientists had done a little experimenting, he had discovered the place in the brain that was responsible for the shut off, and managed to implant manual switches for the ability.

Originally no one had thought that would be useful in any sort of way but they were quickly proven wrong, or at least the pirates had proven it wrong.

“This doesn't explain how we are going to get out of this place when we are finally done.”

Their leader scoffed, “We have full control of their ship, I am sure we can find a way to open the airlock.”

“And what if we are found out?”

“By who.” he retorted, “The have no reason to suspect us. It is more likely they will turn to one of their own crew members being a sabotage than suspecting us. I mean, what is the logical conclusion, that one of their  own is doing it or the creatures in the cold room have risen from the dead to steal their things.” He looked around at the others, “See, it makes sense doesn't it.”

They were just about to begin nodding their agreement to him, when a sound reaches them from down the dark hallway.

The sound of claws being pulled over metal.

They all grew very still staring at the entrance to the dark.

“What was that?” Someone whispered.

“I am sure it was nothing.”

There was silence for a few moments as they went back to their conversation.

They were cut off as a rattling noise broke out behind them in the darkness on the other side.

Together they turned in fear, eyes wide as they stared into the abyss.

The scraping sound continued almost melodic in nature.

Silence.

“Go check it out.” Their leader ordered pointing towards the most junior member of the party, They tried to argue but there was n ouse  in trying, and they were shoved into the darkness. Arms held protectively before it’s body knees weak, it ventured into the darkness and towards the scraping sound.

It was close, probably around the corner from it when the sound stopped very suddenly filling the little ship with an oppressive silence.

It turned its head this way and that unable to see in the near darkness.

It scrambled around in it’s toolkit trying to find the light.

Finally it found it, the cold metal reassuring against it’s hand as it flipped on the little beam of light.

Directly into a pair of milky eyes and glistening sharp teeth.

The others heard nothing.

“Find anything!” They called after it, but there was no answer 

“Not funny!”

Still no answer.

The scratching sound started up again on their other side.

THey turned in fear, huddling together in the middle of the room. W-what is that.

A sudden rush of movement to the darkness at their right. They spun, but it was already gone.

Staring into the darkness, it seemed as if something they couldn’t see was just right outside their vision

Someone flicked on a light into the darkness and caught the flash of two white orbs before the movement scuttled back into darkness.

“We have to get out.” Their leader ordered huddling them together and then backing away into the darkness of the opposite hall If the creature was over there, than they were going to be plenty safe here, together in a group with their flashlights turned on waving about in all directions.

One of their number began to scream, and they turned just in time to see the flailing counterpart pulled violently into the darkness, a pale white hand gripped about their leg.

They weren't trying to be quiet anymore, simply screaming as they fled, picked off one by one.

Their leader was the last left, nearly making it outside before his flashlight came upon a figure blocking him. In the eerie light of the darkness, its skin was washed out and pale, its clothing pale as well, when the flashlight beam moved up it passed over pale hair.

The face grinned as the flashlight passed over its eyes.

A flash of blue, and it was over.

***

The crew heard the screaming almost as soon as it had started, but it took them a few minutes to gather their gear before running in. By the time they made it everything had gone silent. A group of marines stepped through the plastic just in time to see admiral Vir walking down from the ramp dusting his hands off and looking quite pleased with himself.

“Sir…. what’s going on.”

“Oh just fixing a little problem, nothing to worry about.”

“And what was the problem.” 

The man grinned one of his green eyes flashing, “Pirates.”

When no one understood where he was going with this, the man simply grinned again, “Pirates. Turns out that the Kree were just playing dead to get aboard our ship and steal our shit.”

They stared at him incredulously, “What.”

“You heard me.”

They shook their head sin surprise, but followed him as he motioned them onward, “here, come take a look.”

Not that they doubted their Admiral, but they still found it shocking when they discovered the Kree hogtied and incapacitated around their own ship. The Admiral had a look of smug satisfaction on his face.

“That should be all of them-”

That is until they came upon another group of Kree 

He paused in his tracks staring down at the unconscious bodies, “What the-”

“Good work, Admiral.”

THe man scratched his head, “I…. I didn’t do this….”

“It was dark, you probably did and it just doesn't look familiar.”

He went very quiet for a moment before nodding his head. “I uh, sure I guess.”  

He handed off the stolen parts to he engineering crew uncharacteristically quiet

“Admiral, is your arm alright.”

“Yeay, yeah…. Just a…. misunderstanding .”

They looked after him in confusion as he walked away.

A misunderstanding.

***

Maverick was sitting in the half darkness of the ship chapel. A single light was on above the lectern, and she read by the dim lighting eyes scanning over passages of familiar words.

She wasn’t alone of course.

The Burg sat across the room, his wings folded easily behind his back as he perused through her collection of religious books. At first she thought that she wouldn’t like having a burg aboard, and had tried very hard not to show her unease around him, but he had proven himself to be affable, intelligent, kind, and very very helpful.

A lot of the crew didn’t understand that about him just yet, and so she had made it her mission to be his friend even if no one else would.

She hoped that he would appreciate the effort, and it seemed to be paying off.

It was just then that the door at the end of the room opened.

She lifted her head expecting one of the night shift crew to come in for a visit, but instead watched as Adam stepped inside and let the door hiss shut softly behind him. He had a thoughtful, and almost concerned look on his face as he approached, and she stood marking her page and setting her book aside as he walked up.

She was about to open her mouth to ask him if there was anything she could do, but he cut her off and spoke first.

Blurting out, “Do you believe in guardian angels.”

She paused in her tracks surprised at the question. Across the room, the burg lifted his head and also closed the book very slowly.

She was too stunned to speak for a moment as the burg scuttled over wings whispering lightly as they were tugged by air.

“Guardian angels.” She repeated, still not entirely sure what to make of it.

The Burg stopped beside them, “Guardian angel?” He wondered 

Maverick turned to look at him, “A divine being sent down from heaven in order to protect one of the living. Some say they are angels, others think they are dead family members, some have even gone as far as to assume dead pets, but generally an entity sent down from heaven to help someone whose work is not yet done.”

The man shuffled his feet, ‘And in that same vein, do you believe people can be…. haunted .”

That caught her off guard again as well.

The Burg looked at them for explanation, and the Admiral explained this time, “Like an angel accept an unholy being sent from hell maybe?”

She crossed her arms over her chest as he stood watching her, “Why the sudden interest.”

He looked at her and then sighed before sitting down, “If I tell you, promise you won’t call me crazy?”\

The expression on his face told her that he wasn’t joking, and she walked over to sit next to him, “Go on.”

“You remember the civilian transport.”

She shivered, “how could I forget. Never in my life have I entered a place that was corrupt and tainted in my life.” She shivered, ‘And I have been into some pretty dark places in my time.”

He nodded his head, “And you remember captain Everett?”

“The cannibal… the guy you had to kill? “

He nodded his head 

“Ok?”

“Well, ever since then, I have been…. Seeing him around. There have been times where he has been so real, it was like he could touch me. I would see him in mirrors and as a chill breeze….” He shivered again, “So I sort of assumed… based on the fact that I seem to have been followed from a tainted ship, that he manifests in the cold, and that I see him in mirrors that it was… well that it was a bad thing. At first I thought I was crazy, and then I thought it was a ghost.” 

“But-”She ventured 

“But then today I saw him again, and he seems to be helping me. Leading me in the right direction, assisting me, but in really really creepy ways.” He lifted his eyes, “What am I dealing with here? Am I crazy, is it a ghost, is it something more. I don’t know what to think.”

Maverick looked at him with a critical expression before slowly resting a hand on his shoulder, “Do you know why I joined the marines.”

He shook his head.

She sighed, “I don’t tell this to many people. I think Ramirez knows but other than that I don’t like to share, but on earth isn’t safe for me.”

He looked at her confused.

“I have had too many experiences with what you describe, and not all of them are good.” She looked around at the room, “I don’t claim to be an expert by all means, and I cannot be certain, but I think if it was bad you would know quite definitely…. Has it ever tried to harm you, to convince you to do things that you think are wrong?”

He paused and shook his head, “No… i, I guess not.”

“Than I don’t think you have to worry, but if you are still concerned, I would talk to Dr. Adric. Maybe he can help you.”

***

I don’t know what you are or what you want, but as long as you don’t hurt me, I won’t get rid of you. 

[kpopchangedme]

Sun-drenched [M] - Youngjae

Every time you opened your mouth something outrageous came out but unfortunately, your new dorky step-brother seemed to be immune. You couldn’t tell if Youngjae was actually that clueless or if your reputation preceded you. 

Protagonists: Choi Youngjae & You

Word Count: 4.6k

Genre: NSFW - Cringe Fest - Smut - slight exhibitionism - f*ckgirl - Stepbrother!au || [One Shot]

[The Pleasure Chest: A Cringe Fest]

GOT7 | M.list

Your mother was doing that thing with her hair again, slightly shaking her head every time her new beau spoke. Every single bob invariably made her blonde curls spring. How disgusting. You had asked to be bleached once, a few years ago, and she had the audacity to claim it would look cheap on you. So unfair. 

She hadn't met her fourth husband for more than 6 months before she did just that. She thought it made her look younger, but Miami-midlife-crisis was more like it. It wasn't pretty wheat blonde, it was white yellow-ish banana buttercream. On-sale daffodil... Much like the sad ones Youngnam had gotten her from the convenience store yesterday.  They were now awaiting certain death in a crystal vase husband-number-two had gotten her for God knows what occasion.

You rolled your eyes when your latest stepfather started going over safety rules again. At your dad's there was never a need for them and if you correctly remembered the last time you had lived with your mom... You smiled, imagining how Dr. Top Surgeon would react if he found out his perfect church-going wife used to pop pills like candy and store a very impressive bong in the third drawer of her kitchen.

That would make for a fun scene. 

The goodbyes seemed to stretch half an eternity in the living room, after which you got dragged to the hall where the speech began all over again. Your mom gave you a short hug, more of a shoulder squeeze, then she pulled back and frowned with intent as much as her botox allowed. You shrugged off her silent don't-screw-this-up warning, already waving goodbye to her husband. Shoo shoo, you thought, sending the adults off to a far far away location. 

As soon as the door shut behind, you squealed in excitement. 

Summer had officially begun! 

Moving half across the country to fake “house sit” their new place while they honeymooned in Boca wasn't exactly what you had scheduled for your vacations. But when Youngnam accidentally let the words infinity pool and cars – as in with an S – slip out during the weekly video call, not even the dread on your mother’s face could’ve deterred you from flying over. 

As it turns out, Dr. Choi was loaded. 

Something you probably would’ve figured out earlier if you’d bothered showing up for the ceremony at all. Unfortunately, the wedding hadn't matched your Spring Break’ schedule and you decided having been present to the many previous ceremonies should be considered enough daughterly care for a lifetime. 

As you bent to the freezer for a celebratory parent-free popsicle, you felt the eyes of that gift-that-came-with-the-house glued to your ass. He briefly glanced down at the flash of your stomach’s skin when you jumped to sit on the counter. 

Surprisingly enough, your mother’s many rings had never once come with a step-brother before...

Usually, she went for the bachelor or womanizer types and those had the decency to never have baggage. Dr. Choi was a break of pattern and the news came with complete horror on your part.

For as long as you could, you had made a duty of never meeting his son, pretended he didn't even exist. So when the bubbly blended trio came to pick you up at the airport yesterday, you had been shocked.

They had said soloist of the local Choir and you’d heard; loser. Piano lessons? Dork. All-boys school graduate? Stuck-up. Computer Science Major? Nerd alert.

No one had talked about… That.

As a matter of fact, Choi Youngjae himself had not spoken much either, but he was certainly looking... 

And there were few things you enjoyed more than having a man's undivided attention.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen in all his glory, your new step-brother was staring, as usual, watching intently as you sucked your popsicle. You made sure to make a show of it.

“So… What about lunch?” He finally asked even though it was barely 9. Just to rattle him you hummed on the sugary treat as a reply. Mission accomplished. “S-Should I order pizza?”

“Don't worry, I’m easy...” Youngjae’s gaze fluttered down to your belly ring again. Boy, if he liked that one he had a few things coming. “I’ll eat anything if it's on you.”

Gaze widening, he pretended to look at something over in the living room and walked away.

Wait no, the poor guy literally bolted out of the kitchen to escape to safety. So fast one could wonder if this whole first exchange was the fruit of your devious imagination.

Oh no, you had just traumatized your babyish step-bro.

It made sense, you were one scary bitch.

All-boys school graduate? Virgin, you mentally took note. 

Or perhaps your mom had said something about you devouring the souls of poor innocent men. They said the apple never fell far from the tree. Grinning like a shark, you discarded the melting popsicle in the trash.

This promised to be one Hell of a summer break. 

______________________

“It’s been more than 10 minutes...” Chimlin flipped the phone over to yell unintelligibly at her demonic baby twin sisters. Despite the protection, you winced. “No DMs.”

“Then he hasn’t seen it yet.” Artlessly reporting for BFF’ duty was a lot more fun face to face, but for a few months, video calls would have to do. “Trust me.”

“I don't know,” she whined, going on all over again about how her boyfriend hadn’t picked up the phone since their nightly routine fight of yesterday. 

Sometimes you wondered if you’d even follow her back on Insta if you met this current sad version of herself. Kinda hard to tell, but she used to be the coolest baddest chick on campus. Then she was partnered with that Italian exchange student for a Statistic class, disgustingly dripping pheromones, cash and European pizzazz. Yes, Statistics. The most boring course ever, let's be real. But Chimlin was a genius, the deadly hot kind. No matter how shit-faced she was, that girl could track the B-52s and Gin Tonics’ calorie count of each respective member of your girl squad, not that she'd ever had to care herself.

Then Massimo came. At first, he was just a casual hook-up, but he managed to worm his way into her brain and grew there like a tumour. By the end of last semester, they were full-on steady-going together like in cringy 90s rom-coms. He was always stuck to her like a parasite.

Gone was your favourite 4 feet 11 party animal.

“Do you have any idea how many bitches Mas could meet this summer?”

You snorted, “Not even close to the number of dicks you could have in Pattaya if you wanted to.”

“Phatthaya,” she corrected automatically with a dramatic eye-roll. “That’s the thing, I don't want to. I only want one dick and he's miles away.” She waved her hand to brush it off right as your mouth opened in protest.

Her Italian barnacle did want to remain with her on campus for summer, but Chimlin thought she had better plans that involved a lot more beaches and fruity drinks. She simply couldn't live with her own poor life choices now and you were just about to tell her so when a flash of skin on the screen distracted you.  

“What else have you been hiding?” You sing-sang, impressed by the view. 

She glanced over her shoulder, “That's my uncle. Like... He’s literally my mom’s lil’ brother. Gross.”

“I know what an uncle is and that's a very hot one if I’ve ever seen one. You can look.”

“We’re not all depraved sluts like you.” She only half-teased with a sharp laugh. “How's the cute new brother doing, by the way?”

“No idea.” You flipped the camera and zoomed on Youngjae's bedroom window like to prove a point. The curtains were drawn, concealing anything worth mentioning from view. You were lounging by the pool on one of those fancy long chairs, much as you had been for the past week. Margarita, sunscreen, repeat. If this boring routine went on, you’d be so tanned by the end of summer no one on campus would recognize you. Sometimes you did think Youngjae's curtains were wobbling, maybe he was spying on you but it could all be your imagination. “Typical. He's been in hiding from me since day one.”

“I don't blame him.”

“Don't blame me for wanting him either. He's a good boy in a bad boy’s body.”

“I don't even know what that means...”

“No one does. But he's not cute, he's hot. I need him all over me and I've been telling him so, but he's strangely elusive. I think he hits the gym above the grocery store on the corner, I should join.”

“Stalker.”

“I don’t stalk, I live in his house.”

“No wonder the poor guy doesn't go out of that room, I bet he picked up on all your slutty energy.” In the rectangle screen, Chimlin switched to tan the other side and you did the same, laying on your back.

“Ha ha. He'd have to be moronic not to,” you were holding the phone above, casting a partial shadow on your face.

“Your legend precedes you. He's scared you're gonna trap and fuck him.”

“What else am I supposed to do when you've abandoned me and flew to the other side of the world? You know I need a summer project.”

“And of course, it had to be a guy.”

You were so glad she stopped whining about Mas for a minute that you let that one slide. “Well, I am not a needlepoint kind-of-girl.”

“Right, hey maybe it isn’t the incest that’s creeping your brother out. Maybe he's gay.”

Someone snorted out loud at that – not you – and you sat up in alarm.

Two guys were standing by the edge of the pool.

“No, he's not,” said the one on the left, a smile in his voice. They were directly in your sun, so you had trouble making out their features. One silhouette was slightly slumped, the other tall and all limbs. You suddenly felt very exposed, dropping Chimlin to fasten your bikini top in a hurry. This show wasn't for strangers to enjoy.

“Who are you?” The second man asked, clearly lost.

“She's it,” the other echoed.

“Who are you? I live here.”

“We're your brother's social life,” the frisky one smiled largely, kind of in a dangerous way that you immediately recognized for your own. Friends, they were Youngjae's friends and they very clearly overheard your embarrassing banter with Chimlin.

Flushing – a rare occurrence – you brought a hand to shield your eyes from the sun while you corrected; “Step-br–”

A sharp voice cut in, “She's not my sister.”

Behind, Youngjae was standing awkwardly by the patio door, a stern look on his face. He didn't seem surprised his people were there. He didn't even glance in your direction before disappearing back as you blankly stared after him. 

“Well, thank fuck,” the you-guy turned to wink, following him inside. “Good luck with your summer project! I’ll root for you!”

In a daze, you picked your phone back up. Chimlin was still there, waiting dilligently to be briefed on what just transpired. You puffed your cheeks, mentally preparing for what was to come.

______________________

Swear to God, Youngjae had not come out of that room for two days.

Two.

Fricking.

Days.

Maybe he had a fridge in there.

Maybe he only came to life after midnight like a vampire to avoid the whore squatting his dad’s house. 

Whatever his annoying friends told him had certainly made a lasting impression. You just hoped he wasn't the type to go cry to parents whenever something happened. You had no intention of going back to your tiny dorm all alone and sad for the summer just because you hurt his feelings by finding him bangable. Or worse, at your father's.

What was he even thinking?

You had not done anything wrong. Pushed a bad joke a little bit too far perhaps, nothing to get all worked up about. No reason to get shunned out of your mother's life again. 

Youngjae's reaction, or lack thereof, was way out of line.

It's not like you had actually done anything to him. He was such a prude. A prude that eye-fucked you all the time!

Church baby boys were the worst.

What an ass.

.

.

.

Three days?!

Three days of an overly empty house. The atmosphere had gotten so heavy, the air so tense you couldn't even think about anything else. There was nothing left to do. Just sit on the couch inside or by that dumb infinity pool, starring at the drawn curtains of your step-brother's bedroom. They weren't wobbling anymore.

Which was what you were actively doing this afternoon, ruminating your dark thoughts for hours. You didn't even notice you were getting dangerously warmer. When your timer went off, announcing it was sunscreen time again you nearly fell from your chair. 

Doing the legs was the easiest part, your favourite to be honest. They were one hell of an asset of yours. You were massaging the thick lotion on your right calf when something at the corner of your eye caught your attention. 

For a heartbeat or two, you thought you were hallucinating. 

Youngjae had finally reappeared. 

He was standing at the end of the pool, a knapsack thrown over his shoulders. His thumbs were hooked in the straps, hands dangling to his sides like dead weights. If he looked like a young boy at first glance, the heated look on his face was one of a man.

Frozen still, you gulped. True to form, he kept staring for a long moment before turning to the house and you thought he was about to go into hiding again – but oh no, fuck – he was actually pacing towards you. 

“I’m back.” Youngjae blurted out awkwardly, mouth twisted. 

Yours was opened in a mix of disbelief and shock. He was actually addressing you. “Back?” From where the corner store?

“Yes,” his eyes ghosted over your poor excuse of a bikini before anchoring themself back to safety in yours. Again, horny eyes. If you were warm earlier, now you were burning up. “I thought it'd be better if I stayed away at Bam's for a few days…”

Right? No one could actually stay between four walls so dilligently. It made sense. You were so dumb.

Apparently, your confusion was evident. “Didn’t you notice I was gone?” No, you had not. So your step-brother was so freaked out being around you that he actually moved out for a few days. Had you gotten that bad? Jesus. “Anyway, I’m back home with you now.” 

Youngjae took a step closer, kindly getting in your light so you'd stop squinting at him. He looked even hotter in the bright light of day, sweat pearled between your breasts. He frowned and bit his lower lip waiting for a reaction. The things you'd do to that perfectly proper mouth. 

Of course, what came out of yours at the moment was less than appropriate. He was right to be scared, you weren't safe at all.

“Wanna do me?”

Yes, you were that bad. Terrible indeed.

“Do I-I,” he gasped for air – oops, “w-what?”

“My back,” you clarified smiling like a prisoner that hadn't been fed a good meal in days, “sunscreen.” The poor man should've stayed far far away from you. 

You weren’t crazy or desperate, but you couldn't resist. You had been patient and unusually upright so far. You deserved a treat. You were hungry and you knew your step-brother wanted you too, he wouldn't have felt the need to hide away otherwise. Youngjae had an interesting duality, shamelessly thirsting over you one minute and getting flustered and embarrassed the next. He must have been deeply unsettled by your open invitation because before you could flip over, he had claimed possession of the bottle. 

Or maybe he just didn't need to be asked twice this time. He knew. He wanted to give in to temptation. Why would he even come back here otherwise? 

Laying down, you reached to undo the bikini strings, pressing your loosely covered chest against the rough towel on the chair. You waited.

“You must really hate tan lines,” Youngjae said in your back, sounding tormented, “it seems you're never properly wearing clothes.” He sat down in slow motion like an obedient little boy as you grinned. 

“Are you ever gonna put your hands on me?” You teased once more, it was like a string was tugging up your insides through that dirty mouth of yours. You wanted to keep pushing him, wanted to find out what it'd take to make him break. And just fuck you really. It was fighting the inevitable by now. 

Every guy you met wanted to have you.

Usually, you didn't have to beg.

“I'm trying not to,” he admitted the obvious. “I promised I would never touch you,” Youngjae grumbled and you jerked in surprise when lotion spurted on your lower back. “Promised my father I’d treat you well.”

It made sense, a good boy would never disobey and do his dirty step-sister. If your legend preceded you, his golden son’s reputation certainly did too. Honestly, this promise made the taunting easier and even more tempting. It made for a funnier challenge and the spark in Youngjae's eyes when he looked at you hinted you could break him if you really tried.

You were about to defy his ethics again when words went back down your throat, letting way to a sharp sigh. He had suddenly fully committed to applying your sunscreen, fingers exploring your skin. You asked to be touched and he had risen to the occasion, firmly rubbing the lotion on your naked back. 

Earlier you had every intention of teasing him further by enjoying this a little too much, but you weren’t sure it was entirely voluntary when the first moan escaped. If he wanted to keep it PG, he probably should’ve stopped right there, but it didn't seem to deter your step-brother. He kept going, massaging you along the way. His thumbs traced circles up your spine until one of his palms cupped your nape. 

Perhaps this is what an erotic massage was supposed to feel like, heaven. Every stroke was totally appropriate, very perfect boy-ish, but still, your toes were curling. After a few minutes, Youngjae's breathing was heavy, he was enjoying this impromptu contact just as much.

You both had made yourselves obvious these past weeks; him with the eye-fucking, you with the open-truths. Clearly, the forbidden nature of your desires would make for an even more intense experience. You couldn't even imagine how it'd feel to take it further now. 

“I've never had a step-brother before,” you mewled, mentally following the downwards path of his hands.

“I bet you love messing with me,” he replied, barely audible. 

His pianist’s fingers were now haltingly sliding up your ribcage. He wasn't rubbing in anything anymore, just caressing all he could reach. 

He was right, but you wanted more. That was the sexiest thing that happened to you in forever. Having a guy want you bad enough he had to hide away to resit, and now having his hands on you. You wanted him everywhere, all over. You didn’t care; step-brother promises or not.

Giving in to temptation, you turned around, resting on your elbow. Your untied bikini had not followed so you watched as his face fell in realization. Youngjae's mouth opened in awe, eyes glued to your bare perky breasts. At the moment, there was absolutely nothing going on in that male brain of his. He didn’t move; you helped.

As soon as you put one of his hands on your chest, he came back to life. 

“Jesusfuck,” he breathed out, completely winded.

Wow.

Church baby boys were the best.

Entertained, you reached for the sunscreen, pouring lotion on yourself again. “You aren't done.”

“I…” Youngjae swallowed back his protests, cupping your boobs with both hands. He couldn't even look up anymore, enthralled by your nakedness.

No matter what their intentions were, it seemed good guys were still guys after all. If you had known he was this easy to overwhelm, you would’ve walked around topless sooner.

“The neighbours will see us...”

He didn't seem to mind that much, seeing as his thumbs were stroking your pierced nipples relentlessly. If those middle-aged housewives you only caught glimpses off looked over the edge now, they’d have a pretty impressive show. 

“Let them,” sitting, you snaked a hand to his dramatic bulge. Your mouths got so close you felt his breath ghost over. Beaten by your expertise, his shorts’ button came undone first, his fly was even more compliant. 

The moment of truth.

Youngjae's whole body shook when you took his cock in your palm. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. Fuck, he was so hard and flushed for you. He pinched your erected nipples in response and you felt a familiar vivid jolt of pleasure and pain down to your toes. Not a virgin, after all, no doubt he would handle you just fine. 

You pressed your mouth to his neck and sucked, right where his Adam's apple bobbed.

That's it, all for you. You were so going to eat up that good boy.

“Mmmm, I’ll tell daddy you’re treating me so fucking well...”

Of all the filthy things you had said so far, this was the one that got the strongest reaction. The wrong one. Youngjae jerked up to his feet, tugging at his shorts in panic. He swore a dozen of times, out of his mind as you stood there, frozen still.

“Sorry,” he offered at last, pitiful before running for his life to the house. 

Fuck.

No.

Surely you were feverish. 

Having a heatstroke.

You had imagined the whole thing.

You had not just being left out cold by a man.

This type of shit never happened to girls like you. 

It took a few minutes to gather back your thoughts and when you did, you decided this wasn't even close to completion.

Without wasting a second more you stormed inside the house, almost flying upstairs to that mythical off-limits bedroom of his. You didn't bother banging, he was in such a hurry he forgot to lock behind, so the door flew open. 

Like a scene straight up from a bad porno, Youngjae spun on his computer chair, a hand still wrapped around his fully erected dick. You couldn't believe your eyes.

“Are you jerking off?” He was already pulling up his shorts again to cover himself, caught red-handed, blushing as though you hadn't been doing it yourself a moment ago.

“I’m sorry, I don't think you–”

“Please don't stop on my behalf,” you waltzed in, confident, and sat on his well-made good boy's bed.

“W-What?” Youngjae blinked, even more, rattled by the sight. 

He didn't leave because he didn't want you, he clearly did. He probably only left because of his father and that dumb promise he mentioned.

“Is this how you've been dealing all along?” You laid back on the comforter, smirking and remembering all those afternoons by the pool you’d thought you’d seen his curtains fall. He certainly enjoyed spying so it gave you an idea. He could try to resist you all he wanted, you'd still made him cave. “You don't want to touch me, right?” Your step-brother nodded, spellbound. “Because you're the perfect son.”

He swallowed hard, “But you keep… Saying those things, sunbathing… And to my friends...”

“Yes, you’re right... So let's start over.” You sighed in fake contrition, “I'm sorry, I've made this so hard for you. I’ll be good too from now on.”

Youngjae scoffed in disbelief, “You are sitting topless on my bed.”

“Oh,” looking down at yourself, you cupped your breasts. “I thought you liked the looking.” His cock was standing up, glorious testimony to this mess. “Don't worry, I get it. I promise I won’t let you touch me...” Throwing your head back without breaking eye contact, you moaned and lightly twisted one of your pierced nipples. “But I’ll make you watch...” Out of his mind, Youngjae did just that as you caressed your own chest for him. Somehow his eyes on you now burned even better than his hands earlier. 

You were so turned on, so worked up by all the days of teasing and loneliness. Your hips started swaying on his bed, craving some fiction and release. 

“You're crazy,” his voice was laboured but he had yet to escape again. This time you wouldn't have followed.

“I-I'm so wet, Youngjae...” Giving in, your right hand fell to your sex, rubbing your last piece of clothing. He was captivated. 

“Fuck it,” he immediately breathed out in surrender, hand wrapping around his dick. That was it, you finally had him. He was all in, playing along with your new favourite family game.

No touching, just innovative teamwork.

You had to establish ground rules, but pushing them was what fun was all about.

“I want you so bad...” You mewled, slipping your middle finger inside your bikini bottom.

Stroking himself, Youngjae groaned, “So you’ve been saying baby, but now you have to show me.”

Oh shit. You were going to come so fast if the golden son had other surprises like that. In a hurry, you wormed out of your panties before he could change his mind once more. In front of his fully clothed self, you laid back, touching your damp slit while he observed intently. The whole experience was surreal, your mind was buzzing, overwhelmed by the wrongness of it all.

It felt so amazing though.

Touching yourself for your step-brother was the sexiest thing you’d ever experienced, and you were very accomplished. You would’ve done anything he'd asked of you, and Youngjae knew that but he abided by his dumb rules. Standing up he came closer, boxer messily shoved down from his earlier haste, one hand was in his hair, the other working hard. You kept rubbing your clit repeatedly letting him see, hastening the pace until you were numb all over, panting. 

“Youngj-jae, I-I–”

Moaning, you broke faster than you had ever with someone, then again no one knew how to make you reach your own high better than yourself. Paroxysm made your thighs jerked as the pleasure waved through you, annihilating all sense of your surroundings.

When you came back, your step-brother was giving up too, bursting in thick spurts of hot cum all over your body and chest. His eyes were wide opened in black elation, intense, not missing a second of the show as he came on you. His whitish-gray seed painted your bareness in ribbons until he was completely emptied.

In silence, Youngjae dropped next to you on the bed, hands covering his face as you both caught your breaths. His now softening dick was still protruding out of his shorts and underwear for the world to see. It probably made for quite a view; your naked body covered in semen right by your respectable step-brother’s way more humble cock.

If your parents came home early, they would both have a stroke.

Youngjae sort of kept his word though... For today at least. 

Because now that you had him all over, you knew you were going to crave him under you.

And no man had ever resisted your charms before.

Step-brother or not.

[The Pleasure Chest: A Cringe Fest]

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“All the time in the world”- Bob Saginowski x reader

I’m honestly so happy with the response of the Bronson piece! I love you guys so much <3 so here’s a little Bob fluff that never hurts. Also, this is my first time writing him so if he sounds a little bit off that’s why. 

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You did it. You finally had sex with him. You had only been going out for a while, a couple of weeks, maybe a month. However, you had known Bob for way longer. You were a regular at his bar, either with your groups of friends or by yourself. That would be the case in which you had met Bob, well you actually had talked to him. When you were tipsy, you tended to marvel about the stupidest things out loud. Bob thought you were amusing and decided to humour you. That had led to a really long talk and long walk home since you were drunk and he refused to let you go home alone. Then one night when you were there on your own, he told you that his shift had ended early and asked if you wanted to grab a bite with him.

From that moment you began unofficially dating. You would see each other every other day and not only at the bar where he worked. Then after the third date, before you could climb off his pick up, he kissed you sealing the deal. Seems like you were dating then. 

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t like him. Well, of course you did, otherwise, you wouldn’t be dating him. However, your feelings were shifting from “like” to something more. And that bothered you to no end. You didn’t get attached to boys. Especially those who you had been seeing for less than a month. Nothing good ever comes from that. You were a pro at hiding your feelings. Been doing it for so long that you felt now unable to suppress these feelings any longer. 

That was going to be a problem.

 It was way too soon to feel like you did and even sooner to let him know. But you couldn’t go on this way anymore. Seemed like the sex only brought it up and made it impossible for you to ignore. You were laying down next to him, Bob had dozed off and your mind had gone wild. Suddenly, it was all becoming too much for you and you felt like you needed to leave. Without giving it a second thought, you began to pick up your clothes and got dressed quickly. 

When you were about to leave his room, something made you stop and look at him. Sprawled over the sheets half-naked, his face restful and peaceful, he looked so innocent. Bob had always been good to you and this was how you were going to repay him? By acting like one of those assholes in those rom coms that you hated? You couldn’t leave like this and you knew it. You owed him at least to tell him something. So, before leaving, you looked for a pen and a piece of paper and left him a note. 

“I need to sort myself out and think things through. Last night was amazing though. Don’t take this personally because you have done nothing wrong.”

Those were the words that met Bob when he opened his eyes. Waking up to an empty and cold bed wasn’t what he was expecting and your words left him even more dumbfounded. Despite what you said, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had done something wrong. Furrowing his eyebrows, he quickly went through your time spent together. He was totally clueless though because he genuinely thought that everything was going great between you. Apparently, he had been blind because they were not. He wondered if he needed to give you some space but thought against it. The only way to solve this was by talking things through. Even if it meant breaking up. So he got dressed quickly and headed over your house. After climbing the stairs of your patio, he was about to ring the bell when your voice met his ears. It came from the back of the house. Walking towards it, he stopped just before he came into view when he overheard something interesting.

“So you left him in bed, after your first time together, because you’re afraid?” Your friend's Nadia incredulous voice met his ears.

“I know, I know, I’m a terrible person.” You groaned but your voice came out muffled and peeking from his hideout, he saw that you hid it in your palms.

“I’m sorry but I don’t understand, what are you afraid of?”

“Haven’t you heard a word I said?” Now it was you who was incredulous. It seemed like you two had been talking for a while.

“I did but it’s all bullshit it you ask me.” Nadia sassed earning a glare from you.

“I can’t tell him how I feel Nadia, I’ll scare him away.” you sighed sounding defeated.

“Well, I think you’ve already accomplished that by running away after sex,” she pointed out and when she received your you’re not helping look, she continued, “you should talk to him y/n, really. It’ll solve everything.”

“I know, I know that communication is the key to every healthy relationship but I… I just can’t.” Shaking your head you let it hang from the backrest of the swing you were sitting on.

“Talking to him means that I need to explain why I left and that would lead to my feelings for him, which he can’t know about yet,” you continued sighing, eyes looking up to the sky.

“You had no problem talking about it with me,” Nadia pointed out scrolling her shoulders.

“Are you dumb? That’s different,” you retorted snapping your head in her direction, “if I tell him that I think I love him, he’ll run away!” exclaiming, your expression resembled one of those teachers after they had repeated the same thing for the hundredth time and their students still weren’t grasping it. “It’s been three weeks Nadia, it’s way too soon for the “L” word,” defeated your head went back on the backrest. “Besides, who’s to say that he’s even looking for a serious relationship? He’s really busy with work, he has a lot on his plate right now.” You didn’t believe that. Bob could hear it in your tone and so could Nadia. Both knew you very well.

“Bob doesn’t strike me as someone who’s seeking a one night stand or something temporary.” And in fact, he wasn't. Everyone who knew him was aware of that. It was as plain as day even for Nadia that didn’t know Bob that well.

“Maybe I should just put both of us out of our misery and break up with him,” was your totally unrelated consideration. 

“Are you out of your mind? God, what does your mind tell you? You’re in love with the guy and you want to break up with him?” Bob shook his head at your total illogical thought process while Nadia looked completely confused by you. She was having none of it, what the hell.

“This is not what I signed for when we started dating, Nadia. This got way too serious way too fast,” looking at her you defended yourself. “Look at me! I’m here worrying about a guy when I promised myself I never was going to again.”

“Bob’s not the problem here. For all we know, he could be in love with you too and be heartbroken that you run away-” Nadia wasn’t able to finish her sentence.

“Please,” you scoffed, “have you met me? Why would he love me? And stop saying that I’ve run away, I’ve left him a note,” huffing out annoyed at your friend, both of them knew that they were getting closer to the true motive of your actions.

“-what I think it’s the problem here is you and your inability to let yourself go and feel your emotions instead of repressing them,” now it was her time to interrupt you.

“I hate that you know me so well,” you whisper under your breath, “I just- I don’t want to put myself in that vulnerable position again where he can hurt me.” And here it is, thought Bob. This was the problem then.

“Everyone’s bound to get hurt once in a while y/n, that’s life. And you ought to live it to the fullest and not repress every feeling and avoid any deep connection. You’re missing out on a lot, plus, it’s not healthy,” Nadia observed with wisdom that Bob would have never associated with her. But she had a point.

“If you think that it’s too soon to confess your feelings for him then don’t. Show him instead,” she added when you didn’t say anything.

“I’ve been doing that for the past week. Smothering him with kisses and affection, romantic dinners and shit that I’ve always despised in movies. I went over his bar often and stuff. He probably thinks I’m clingy now and he’s fed up with me,” you confessed listing with the help of your fingers.

“Sounds to me you just stopped being distant and started being a loving girlfriend,” Nadia commented with a patronizing smile. “Oh, and he probably already knows too. He’s very attentive and he knows you so…” Scrolling her shoulders she stated what she thought was pretty obvious while she observed your face scrunch up in desperation.

“It’s only been three weeks goddammit, why am I feeling this way?”

“Time is relative y/n. Stop worrying about it too much. Couples have married after two weeks of dating.” Nadia pointed out thinking to help her case but she got the opposite reaction from you.

“That’s madness,” you spat with wide eyes. 

The two girls continued talking but Bob had heard enough. As Nadia said, he had noticed the change in behavior and despite what you thought, he had thoroughly enjoyed it. But he had also been wondering what had caused it. Now he knew. Deciding to pick up Nadia’s advice, he turned around and headed back home. He knew how to solve this. He was just going to show you.

At home, Bob prepared a nice dinner. Nothing too complicated but he knew you liked it. He wasn’t good with words and apparently neither were you when it came to your feelings. So he needed to find another way. And he thought that paying attention to the details in a way that showed how much he cared, was the right one.

Show, don’t tell.

That was what he was going to do. Since the very first time you two had eaten together, you had always been very passionate about food. Bob was a much better bartender than he was a cook, hence his occupation, but he tried anyway to deliver a delicious meal. Your favourite nonetheless. From what he’d gathered, it was best for him to take matters into his own hands. Otherwise, if he had to wait for you, he’d probably wait a long time. So he sent you a text, mentioning the homemade diner he asked if you would join him. As he predicted, you’d said yes. You’d never turn down an invitation where food was involved. That alone showed how much Bod knew you. Surely, he wouldn’t pay so much attention to someone he didn’t care about, right? He thought your reservations were fair. He understood where you were coming from. On the other hand, he thought it was very clear his stand on relationships, yours in particular. Apparently not. He was to rectify that soon though.

When dinner time came around, you parked in front of Bob’s house right on time. He had probably heard you pull up because when you walked to his door you saw that it was open and Rocco was waiting for you on the threshold.

“Hello, you handsome boy,” you cooed at his cute little face giving him some well-deserved belly rubs until you noticed that he was holding something in his mouth. Gently pulling it out of his mouth, you saw that it was a folded piece of paper. 

It said:

“Please don’t run away like that again. If you don’t talk to me then how is this going to work?”

As you let the words sink in, your eyes flickered to Rocco who was now looking at you with his head tilted to the side. The pang of guilt was impossible to avoid and you knew that this dinner wasn’t going to be like any other. 

Closing the door behind you, you made your way through the hallway that leads to the kitchen expecting to find Bob dealing with your food. And there he was.

The table was already set, two sweet-scented candles were lit and he had just set your plates down when you walked into the room. You lingered near the door for a bit, not knowing what mood he was going to be in. You had left after having sex with him after all.  Still drying his hands with a cloth, he turned to where you were standing and as if he felt your insecurity, Bob gave you a small smile. 

Feeling a little more confident in yourself you crossed the room to meet him before you’d sit down at the table. 

“Hi,” you started shyly.

“Hi, babe,” two words and he managed to make you swoon. Oh, how you loved this man.

“I’m so so sorry for this morning, I-” he didn’t let you continue and you were secretly grateful for it ‘cause you would have probably made a mess.

“I know,” he reassured you holding you gently by the waist.

“You know?” How could he possibly know?

“I get that you have reservations when it comes to relationships, I do too,” he shared putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You do?” If you weren’t so damn confused by what was going on, you were sure you’d have punched yourself for being so stupid.

“Of course. I have been alone for a long time. Being in a relationship after a while can be difficult.” Gently cradling your face in his hands, he added, “But I want you to know that you can always talk to me.”

“I’m scared that what I’m going to say to you will make you run away from me. And I kinda like you so I don’t want that to happen,” you confessed quietly. He was so close to you now that you could whisper and he would hear. Somehow it made it easier to talk.

“I won’t,” he promised and you believed him. Why? Good question, it’s just one of those things that you just know. 

“I just-,” how were you going to tell him? “my feelings for you scare me,” by just saying it, you figured.

“You don’t have to tell me anything right now. Just know that we can turn that fear into assurance. I and Rocco are always up for some cuddles, aren’t we buddy?” And as if on cue, Rocco barked agreeing with his favourite human. You couldn’t help but giggle in happiness, you were really a lucky gal.

“Now let’s go eat. The food is getting cold.” And with that both your minds were at ease, ready to enjoy the night together. Yes, there were some things that needed to be discussed still but you had all the time in the world for that. It seemed that neither you not Bob had any intention to leave.

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Alliance

Chapter 6 – The Extraction

(Mando x f!reader)

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Summary: The auction leads you to the child but the empire’s hot on your tail. With all hope lost you make a choice.

Notes: None (feel free to interact im unemployed and bored)!!!

Tw: (very brief) mentions of drugs/sex/alcohol/addiction, swearing

Words: 3.9 k

Tagged: @crazycookiecrumbles

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You walk through the damp street, you don’t know what this dress is made of but the dirt and grime caused by the recent rain seemed to simply bounce off it. The streets were jam-packed, somehow even busier than they were the night prior and as the two of you make your way towards the auction hall Din’s visor scans the crowd, making sure nothing seems out of place. He takes care to never be more than a few inches away from you, convincing himself it's in order to maintain appearances. After all he knew you were more than capable of handling yourself, and why else would he feel the need to be so close to you.

“You lost beautiful?” A youthful looking Falleen asks as she appears out of the shadows

“No.” Din replies, making himself visible at your side when she moves into the light.

“Well I’m sure you're very beautiful under that armour Mando, but I was talking to your friend here.The names Isi and I make a living helping people around the city” Din’s about to respond again when you interject.

“Actually Isi we do seem to have gotten ourselves a bit lost, we're here for the auction.”

“I’ve heard of it,” she says, staring down at her manicure. You look up at Din motioning for him to pay her which he does begrudgingly. Taking the credits she leads you through the city, stopping outside a building covered completely in reflective mirrors.

“Best of luck” Isi, says offering you her hand

“Thank you, for your discretion” taking it you slide her a few more credits and she leans back against the wall of the building watching as the two of you enter. Two men in tailored suits open the inner doors granting you access to a small closed off foyer, also covered in the one way glass. You hand your invitation to the man on the right, parting your lips ever so slightly and gaze up at him batting your eyelids ever so slightly. In your experience a touch of flirting went a long way, especially when it came to moving through security.

He smiles and looks from you, up to the Mandalorian then back down. Turning his head to look at his partner he chuckles slightly.

“He your boyfriend, or something?”

“Bodyguard” you emphasize.

“Makes sense” he murmurs loud enough for the two of you to hear.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” the modulated voice asks obviously aggravated.

“Never mind him, he’s just sensitive about the... you know ” you mime the outline of a helmet. The guard nods and lets you pass through placing his hand on the small of your back as you do causing you to cringe internally. Nothing worse than a stranger's hand where you didn’t want it. You glare back at the Mandalorian hoping your eyes would convey a message of ‘be cool’. A task he was about to accomplish when the second guard places a firm hand on his arm.“Leave the blaster Mando, there’s no weapons allowed.”

“He has no weapons” you interject, de-escalating the scene that was about to play out caused by the tremendous amount of male energy that was currently taking up the entire room.

“You’re right sorry ma’am, enjoy your evening” he says letting go of the Mandalorians arm allowing him to pass.

“Way to keep your cool, let’s try and get through the night without creating a scene” you say, slightly annoyed by whatever the hell he thought that display was going to achieve. Your anger disappears as you turn to an enormous room filled with people dressed to the nines in the finest the galaxy had to offer. Chandeliers dripping in diamonds hung down from the high ceilings illuminating the room like a sky full of stars and casting a rose gold hue across the occupants moving about the ballroom floor which seemed to sparkle underneath the high heels.

Servers moved seamlessly throughout the crowd; they were all dressed in lavish costumes, depicting various fashions from across space and time. The trays they carry are filled with multicolor foods and gem-coloured drinks. You’d never seen anything so opulent in your entire life. You’d noticed that servers would pair off with guests and disappear returning later with a look that could only be chalked up to exceptional sex or spice, both of which resulted in a similar glazed over and dewy look. A Darthomorian in a low cut red dress approaches you offering you a drink, you smile and thank them.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.” The modulator speaks up, as you bring the drink to your lips.

“Why? I might as well enjoy the lifestyles of the rich and dangerous while I’m here” you snap, apparently you were still upset at him.

“It has love wallop in it, makes the drinker more suggestible to certain propositions usually sent over by someone who wants to.” His voice trails off.

“Ew” you say pulling a face before dumping it in a nearby plant. “Guess I’m safer going to the bar.” You swirl your new, drug free, drink around and rest your elbows down on a nearby table, hoping the auction would begin shortly.

“How did you know what was in that drink.” You ask in an attempt to help pass the time.

“They show up at these kinds of things, so does spice and other illegal substances.”

“Once again how do you know about this? You spent a lot of time around illegal substances? I didn’t think it would be your scene.” you say taking a sip of the ruby coloured drink you had ordered.

“I’ve brought a lot of dealers over the years. It also crossed my path in my...” He pauses before continuing reluctantly “ wilder days.”

“Wilder days hey? Love to hear about those sometimes. You sample the product?” you probe, he gives you an unmistakable look of disappointment “Maybe you should, might help chill you out a bit.” You joke.

“That would go against my creed and fundamental belief system. Spice is...”

“Highly addictive, ya I know , it was a joke.” You say shaking your head, why did he have to be so high and mighty all the time.

“You’ve had it?” he seems surprised by this news, you hoped it wouldn’t change his opinion of you, the two of you had been getting on pretty well of late and you’d hate to jeopardize that.

“You gonna arrest me?” you joke nervously, hoping he didn’t notice how much his response mattered to you.

“No, just… how the hell did you stop? Are you okay to even be here, it's everywhere” was it disappointment or concern you picked up in his voice, you couldn’t quite discern between the two.

“I’ll be fine just tell me if it’s in anything I’m about to put into my body. And knock me out if you see me going for it” Diverting from the conversation you lift up a piece of food and show it to the Mandalorian who lets you know it’s safe to eat.

“Holy shit this is good!” you exclaim, looking around for where the waitress had gone

“Can you feel him?.” Din asks drawing your attention back to the reason why you were here in the first place.

“Too many people, I’ve already disrupted the force once I don’t want to do it again so quickly someone might notice. We’ll have to wait for the first item and follow whoever brings it out.” Just then a woman in a slinky red dress appears with some kind of an egg on a pillow and steps up onto the stage where an Ishi Tib drones out the rules and regulations for bidding.

“Is that an Kadri’Ra egg.” you ask in amazement.

“Looks like it”

“I thought they were extinct” you say still in awe

“Guess not” he replies, his shortness had become increasingly apparent over the course of the evening.

“We’ll get the kid soon, don’t worry, he has to be here.” You reassure, looking up at him causing him to look away. As the woman passes back through the crowd the two of you turn in tandem and follow her until you reach the back of the room. You stop and place your back against the wall, craning your neck you look to see which hallway the woman had disappeared down. You turn back quickly as another woman in similar garb appears out the largest of the hallways, carrying a cape made from an ice dragon pelt. As she moves towards the stage the two of you enter where she had exited. You move through the wide hallway until you reach the end, where a large metal door prevents you from moving any further.

“Should have about 15 minutes before the next one comes out.” You say stopping a few feet from the door. “you think anyone’s in...” you're almost done your sentence when you hear footsteps approaching from behind you.

Before you can make sense of what's happening the Mandalorian has pulled you into a thin hallway off shoot by the nook of your elbow. You’re now face to face with his chest and suddenly very aware of how tall he was.

“Where’s the other half of the item, seriously were two in and I’m looking like a fool up there!” an Arkanian, who you assume must be the collector and the host of the party, exclaims. You see them do a double take to where you're currently hiding, and watch as they begin to move towards the hallway.

“Can you pick me up?” you whisper urgently,

“Yes, but…”

“do it now” he complies with your order, as he does you wrap your legs around the armour covering his hips and prop your back against the wall, draping your arms loosely over his shoulders before burying your head in the part of his neck bare from armour, hoping that the compromising position would be enough to deter the collector rom asking any question. Out of the corner of your eye you watch as the presenter takes note of the two of you. Raising their eyebrows they turn and move back to the door.

“Yes that’s it, get it out there now so the bidding can begin, gods it’s hard to find good help these days.” they exclaim turning and following behind the presenter with the newly acquired artifact. You let out a sigh of relief removing your face from his neck quickly realizing that your nose is just millimetres away from his helmet.

“You can put me down now” you whisper breathlessly, for a reason you couldn’t quite explain. You take note of the slight hesitation that precedes him dropping you. Gathering yourself you exit the hallway and reposition yourself in front of the large metal door. You can’t see a panel on it or a key slot, it must only be accessible from the inside looking up, you spot a window.

“Give me a boost” you say, and he obliges. You lift the hem of your outfit and step onto his interlocked hands which he uses to push you up enabling you to reach the ledge. Pulling yourself up you roll through the window and drop down onto the rooms floor alerting the person in charge of handing out the auction items. You knock him out and swipe his key card using it to open the door for Din.

“This way” you say, dragging the handler's body over to a nearby post and tying him to it. Standing up you turn to see hundreds of items up for auction varying from Millaflower to a juvenile varactyl.

“Do you see him?” you ask, picking up a vial of what you recognized as death stick placing it back down when you hear him respond.

“No” you think you hear his voice break. “Wait.” he says, walking up to another, smaller closed off room placing a gloved hand on the door. He draws his blaster aiming for the lock. You lower his hand hoping to prevent a beam bouncing around the room subsequently giving you away. You lift up the key card you’d swiped from the guy in the room and use it to open up the door. He moves towards the oval container floating in the middle of the room and drops down to one knee as you watch tentatively from the door. Pushing a button the oval opens up and a tiny green three fingered hand reaches up for him. You hear a slight gurgle as the second hand comes up making a grabbing motion. Din picks up what has to be the most adorable creature you’ve ever seen.

“Told you I’d get you back didn’t I” he chuckles, you can hear the smile in voice as he hands the kid the small silver ball. You approach cautiously until you're standing beside him.

“Well fair enough I get why you traded me in for him” you say offering the child your finger which he grabs happily, looking up at you.

“ You two know each other or something?” He asks, his helmet staring up at you.

“Must be a force thing” you say, smiling down at the little critter.

“We have to go” you say, closing the egg hoping it would buy enough time to make a swift exit. With the child wrapped neatly under his arm the two of you move swiftly through the back alleys in darkness.

“Well that went better than I…” almost as if on cue, your speech is interrupted by the sound of blasters ricocheting off the ship's metal exterior. He hands you the child and rushes up to the cockpit to prepare for take-off.

“Brace yourself” he shouts down and you grab onto the overhanging bars with one hand and secure the child with your other, pressing your thigh against a beam in an attempt to stabilize yourself. As the ship lifts off the ground you hear the sounds of even more blaster bullets hitting its side.

“Din!” you yell up from below

“I’m working on it!” he shouts back down. A few moments later he manages to get the ship out of the reach of the blasters, punching it as he exits the stratosphere. A distinct beeping sound rings throughout the ship indicating there was a problem that needed fixing sooner rather than later. You ungrip your hands from the bars and check on the child who seems completely unaware of the situation. Using your free hand you pull yourself up to the cockpit where a disgruntled Mandalorian was cursing under his breath. You place the child down in the back seat buckling him in before taking your own.

“How far can we make it without stopping.” You ask after a long enough time had elapsed for the Mandalorian to calm down

“Far enough to be safe, I hope.” Turning to the side you see the kid sleepily closing its eyes.

“Could you put him to bed? I have to deal with this.” He says gesturing to the entire dashboard which was currently lit up like a tree on life day.

“Of course” you say, you were completely taken with the child, and more than happy to spend time with it.

“Alright where does he keep your bed then.” You say opening up a few compartments until you find the sleeping quarters. Opening the doors Anya’s head looks over to you evidently having slept through the whole ordeal comfortably on the bed. It was decent sized compared to most ship beds but still small especially for someone of Dins stature. Above it was a small hammock like contraption which you assumed was where the child, who was now more awake than asleep, slept.

“You need to rest.” You say softly, but he keeps staring up at you and grabbing at your hair. “C’mon you going to get me in trouble, with the guy upstairs” you smile down at him as he coos slightly. “Well I know one thing that used to help me sleep when I was about your size” You start to sing softly to the creature stroking one of its long ears as you do until it's fallen asleep. Unbeknownst to you the Mandalorian had heard you singing and followed the sound downstairs watching you and the child from afar.

“Mesh’la” he says louder than intended, causing you to turn around.

“He’s just asleep now,” you whisper, handing him to the Mandalorian so he can put him up top. You watch as he tucks the kid in gently squeezing one of its feet before turning back to quietly return to the cockpit.

“Did you say something down there?” you ask, sitting back in the co-pilot seat.

“No,well, yes I was just wondering what the sound was. I’d never heard something like it before.”

“What a lullaby. Didn’t have many of those growing up at the convent?” you ask, always slightly surprised by any personal information the Mandalorian revealed to you.

“No, at least none I can remember. What are they used for?”

“You’ve heard songs before though.”

“Yes, I heard some on Vryssa.”

“ Well Vryssa is home to many a folk song, helps people forget where they are. A lullaby is a song, often sung to a child to help them sleep.” You explain.

“What were you singing about.” He asks

“Ones was about a hanging that happened in Vryssa, told the story of two lovers planning to meet there”

“Doesn’t seem suitable for a child”

“No but I assume he doesn't speak English and lullaby is more about the melody than the words, the second was one passed down from my grandmother about the meadows of her home planet.”

“Where was she from your grandmother?” he asks.

“She never told me a name, only descriptions.”

“Maybe you’ll get to see it one day.”

“Ya maybe, if you and this kid don’t get me killed first.” you laugh, only partially kidding.

“Grogu.”

“Bless you?”

“The kids name, it’s Grogu.” he chuckled softly glancing over at you, still thinking about the way you had looked with him in your arms, singing softly.

After a while the beeping increases to a point where landing was no longer a task that could be put off. You step out onto a stone covered surface stretching out your legs and breathing in the remarkably fresh air.

“Think we lost them” you state, bending down and placing a palm on the smooth, cool moss covered stones. You stand back up and turn around watching as the Mandalorian exits the ship with a tool kit in hand and Anya and Grogu in pursuit. The kid follows Din over to where the damage is opting to stare up at him as he works, seemingly not wanting to be apart from him ever again.

“It's just one of the stabilizers, an easy fix we should be good to go soon!” He shouts over to you

“Anything I can do to help?” You offer

“No, It's a one person job. Thank you” With that you head off curious in exploration of the planet. It's old, empty, you wonder if anyone had ever been here before you. It wasn’t very livable, no trees, no food, no water, a truly desolate place. Yet it possessed a charm unique to planets of old, untouched by the reach of the empire, the republic and everything in between. You peer back over your shoulder, Anya’s sat protectively near the child who's still watching the Mandalorian rattle around the ship. You turn your head back as he closes up, not wanting to get caught staring. He picks up Grogu and re-enters the ship with Anya following close behind. You're about to join them when you feel something approaching. You begin to walk further from the ship and closer towards the presence you were feeling, stopping in your tracks when you see a triangular ship approaching. It's large, too big to be from any crime lord.

“It’s imperial” you hear a voice yell from afar as the Mandalorian makes his way towards you.

“Well never outrun them” you whisper, your brain running through the possible scenarios.

“We have to go”

``We'll never outrun them” you say louder and firmer this time, it didn't take an android to figure out what your probability of success was.

“We don’t have time to argue about this” he grabs your arm, but you pull it free turning to face him.

“Go” The words leave your mouth before you can process what you're saying. He doesn’t move. You can hear the ship approaching inching closer.

“Take them and leave, you have to protect them, keep them safe.” he was right you didn't have time to argue about this.

“Not without you.” he says refusing to move.

“Go!” you say shoving him “Now!”

“I'm not leaving you here”

“Yes you are, the kid he’s all that matters right now, go before he’s taken again. Now!”

“Just come with us” he pleads

“We won’t make it. You know we won't. This isn’t a negotiation. Go I’ll give you as much time as I can.” You see him finally accept the fact that this was in the only way.

“Here, take this” he says, giving you his blaster before turning and starting back towards the ship. He stops turning around one last time.

“(y/n) I…”

“I know” you say, using the force to throw him back towards the ship before turning to face the imperial ship which has landed a hundred yards in front of you.

Dialing up the ship Din takes note of the imperial model hoping he���d be able to find it again. As the troopers march out he sees you look back at him nodding your head as if to say you’ll be fine.You clear your mind breathing in the cool air. Closing your eyes you kneel on the ground placing one hand on the stone and the other on the blaster at your side. You can hear the ship taking off behind you as the troopers take aim firing at them from below, but the shots rebound off the force field that you’ve created.

You hold your ground as the troopers move in towards you determined to protect those inside the ship. Din watches as the blaster shots rebound back into the crowd of troopers. With one last look he jumps the ship into hyperspeed. He moves it into auto pilot and throws his head back in frustration as he hears Grogu cry out. “I know. Well get her back, but we're going to need some help” He says, picking up the kid holding him on his lap as he punches in the coordinates of a familiar planet. You drop the force field and begin firing when you hear the ship jump into hyperspace taking out as many troopers as you can before the blaster runs out. In one last ditch effort you throw it at a stormtrooper knocking it out. Slowly raise your hands in the air. They take aim. You prepare yourself.

“Wait! Don’t shoot” a tall man, dressed in all black says as the crowd of troopers part in his wake.

“We may not need the child after all.”

#the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #din dijarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #reader insert #mando x reader #mando x you #mando x y/n #star wars #not canon #alliance #chapter 6

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PRIDE DRABBLES

Be me: Get bored and then write a bunch of drabbles trying to get over writers block and make them all gay cause Pride.

Summary: A collection of BNHA drabbles revolving around Izuku and various sexualities or gender identities. Various pairings.

Asexual

 It’s nothing. Or well it’s nothing he likes to talk about. He and Fumikage have been dating for about three months, and it’s amazing. They cuddle and watch movies and have great dates together. It’s wonderful and perfect for both of them.

 The only thing is when people (mostly the guys) bring up sex. They’re curious. Super curious. Izuku gets it- or well he gets the questions about kissing. 

 “Can you guys kiss?” Kaminari asked when they had been dating for a week. “I mean he’s got a bird head.”

 “No, but we’re fine with other means.” Izuku has said and left it at that. Fumikage could run his hands through his hair or nuzzle him and Izuku could do similar things. They didn’t care that they couldn’t kiss.

 But well there was the fact they wouldn’t stop asking. About sex that was. 

 “Bet you two get wild.”

 “Is it like a threesome with Dark Shadow?”

 “How far have you gone?” 

 It made Izuku want to scream. 

 He cuddled closer to Fumikage, trying to get the thoughts out of his head, placing his head right under his boyfriend’s chin. He felt exhausted after training yesterday and just wanted to nap.

 “Getting lucky tonight?” Teased a voice and Izuku wanted to groan as he burrowed into Fumikage a bit tighter. Damn it why did it have to be Kaminari? He wouldn’t let it go. “All cuddly and shit?”

 “No,” Fumikage said bluntly. 

 “To sore? Yesterday sucked.”

 “No,” Fumikage said in reply.

 “What?! But neither of you are girls and insisting on waiting for it!” Kaminari said, earning a slap from Jirou. The rest of the class had slowly started looking over to them, drawn by the commotion. Some looked curious while one of two just looked annoyed.

 “It’s none of your business,” Fumikage said shortly. 

 “He is most certainly right!” Iida spoke up stiffly. “Kindly leave them alone!” They did but they still got some looks. Izuku didn’t mind. 

 He’d known he was asexual for a while. It just wasn’t something he wanted to bring up to others just yet. Especially since Fumikage wasn’t asexual and Izuku didn’t want to deal with personal questions about that. 

 Izuku loved Fumikage. He really did, it was just sex made him go: NOPE. And back off. Fumikage acknowledged it and moved on. He told Izuku that while he was interested, sex to him wasn’t an actual need in a relationship. He compared it to a second helping of dessert. You didn’t need it but you would like it. 

 Izuku smiled, cuddling into his boyfriend. 

 He had a great one. 

Bisexual

 When Ochako and Izuku broke up no one really thought much of it. Sure they were upset a bit because it seemed like they were a great couple but no one thought much. It was high school. People broke up all the time. 

 It was only when Ochako got caught making out with Tsu and Izuku was caught kissing Tenya that people started talking.

 “Are they gay and just figuring it out?” Asked Mina as she watched Ochako and Tsu cuddle while Izuku blushed like a fire truck as Tenya actually picked him up to stop him from going out and training again after he’d worked out that morning. 

 “Were they each other’s beards?” Muttered Hanata, also watching.

 “Or it could be because we’re both bisexual!” Ochako called out to them. Both blushed.

 Okay yeah, could be that.

Trans

 He didn’t want to change in the locker room. Not in front of everyone.

 It was stupid. It was so stupid. He had been on puberty blockers and hormones for years. He had no chest really and wore a binder mostly for his own benefit. 

 But he stood there and didn’t want to change. His hands shook a bit as he tried to breathe and tried to think. Okay, if he faced away from everyone they wouldn’t notice but he did have to take off his binder and that could lead to questions about why he had one… 

 “Hey,” a voice said and he jumped, turning to see the blonde with the black lightning bolt in his hair. The boy pointed further into the locker room. “Change rooms are that way if you want.” Izuku froze. Oh shit, was he not passing? How did- “whoa, hey it’s okay. Just thought you looked uncomfortable. I am to with getting changed in front of others.”  The boy grinned and nodded, leaving Izuku to stare after him before a grin spread across his face.

 That was… really nice of him. Izuku felt his face heat up a bit and quickly went to get changed.

 Whatever their teacher wanted had to be important.

Gay

 Izuku coughed as Uraraka looked at him hopefully. He could tell half the class was watching as he tried to react to her confession. 

 “Uh…” he felt really awkward and by the look on her face, she knew it. “Uraraka… you’re a great friend. I do care about you but…” he looked even more awkward as he tried to politely say it. She was shaking her head, looking accepting when the classroom door opened and a purple-haired boy stepped in. 

 “Babe,” Hitoshi called out. “You’re late.” 

 “One second Hitoshi-“ Izuku began but stopped and then coughed as Uraraka jumped in surprise. “Sorry… but I’m…” he motioned to Hitoshi who looked confused.

 “Oh… so uhhh… no chance at all?” Izuku shook his head.

 “None. Even if I wasn’t dating him sorry…”

 “No, no it’s fine.” She laughed awkwardly. “I’m… probably going to go eat a bunch of ice cream so… have fun?”

 “Uhh yeah sorry.” Izuku quickly went to grab his boyfriend’s hand and drag him out of there, blushing. Hitoshi blinked.

 “She asked you out? Izuku you’re gayer than I am.”

 “Apparently I don’t look it,” Izuku shrugged before Hitoshi suddenly smiled. A smile that sent shivers down Izuku.

 “Well let’s fix that…” 

 It was going to be a very nice date.

Genderfluid 

 One thing about Bakugou that Izuku actually liked was that the first time she had worn the girl uniform at middle school he’d punched someone in the face who called her a slur. Those sort of thoughts had mostly died out with Quirks. After all- when someone could breathe fire or turn into a giant or anything who cared if your neighbour was kissing the same gender or about what was going on down there.

 Still, it was common enough that Izuku had been nervous. At least until the guy was punched in the face. 

 Bakugou may have stopped being her friend years ago but he did not stand for that crap. 

 Izuku had been genderfluid for years it was just only in teenage years was the draw to a girl’s skirt was something the green teen felt. As a kid, it was more fun to run around and get dirty. She had worn the skirt plenty of times on girl days and even on occasion on a boy day.

 But… she hadn’t yet worn it to UA. It was stupid, she knew that. The grape asshole had been thrown out of UA after the third day, and she knew one of her classmates was trans. No one cared but…

 Well, it was stupid.

 “Ah! Mademoiselle-“ a voice said and she turned to see Aoyoma standing there. He blinked. “Ah! Midoriya… what perchance are your pronouns for the day?” She felt something in her heat ease.

 “She her.” She explained, smiling. He bowed and reached for her hand, she let him take it, feeling her cheeks flush as he kissed it, grinning at her in an attempt to make her smile. It worked as her smile grew more.

 “Allow me to escort you to class!” He bowed and she giggled, taking his arm and letting him walk her to their class. Everyone did look up and saw them walk in but no one really reacted other than blinking and shrugging. Iida did ask for pronouns but other then that life went on. 

 Mostly. 

 Izuku did find herself often hanging around a blonde French-Japanese teen after that…

Lesbian

 Izuku did not react to seeing Uncle Shou being the one teaching him. He managed to contain his surprise mostly. (Mostly) He was lucky that Bakugou didn’t say a single thing though he figured it was from the verbal lashing he’d gotten when they were ten and Izuku’s mom had started dating her girlfriend who had brought various pro-heroes into their lives and who had all ganged up to give a very firm discussing to the boy about his actions. 

 Izuku firmly did not react when he glanced at the syllabus and saw his mama would be teaching them. He firmly did not react to Tenya awkwardly trying not to react himself to the various names and people they knew. 

 He would not let it get out his mama was a pro hero and he had uncles who were and that he knew the entire UA staff who had all learned about One for All and had roasted the fuck out of All Might. He wanted a normal school life!

 And then the door opened and his moms came into the classroom.

 Izuku let his head drop into the desk, groaning while Bakugou groaned and Tenya winced in sympathy.

 “Midnight-“ Uncle Shou began but Kayama interrupted him.

 “SHOUTA I AM ENGAGED!” That got Izuku’s head snapping up.

 “WHAT? MOM?!? MAMA?!?” Both women turned and beamed before Inko rushed over to hug him. 

 “I’m getting married honey!” Kayama ran over to hug him to, the three smiling.

 “Congrats. We’re in the middle of-“ Uncle Shou tried but Kayama snorted.

 “Please Shouta, it’s the first day and usually they’re gone in thirty minutes. We’re kidnapping our son to go to the courthouse.” 

 “Courthouse?” Izuku asked. Inko snorted.

 “I tried the fancy wedding and then your father decided to run off after I nearly threw him through a window for hitting me and trying to hit you. No fancy wedding needed here!”

 “You are also super gay and your parents forced you into it as a Quirk marriage.” Kayama pointed out. Inko gave a shrug, acknowledging her point. 

“Well, whatever the reason- come on honey! We got Hizashi as a witness and need to grab someone else…”

 “I think Thirteen-“ Kayama began in a taunting voice but Shouta snapped the book he’d been reading from closed. 

“Class dismissed for the day.” 

 Izuku snorted while his moms laughed, happy his mom was getting her happy ending.

Aromantic

 He’d never thought about getting married and having a family. It was always hero course, being a hero, being the best her could be. Romance had never factored into his thoughts. Sure he found people attractive and he supposed he’d always assumed that the feelings would turn romantic or whatever but he’d never… thought about t.

 Izuku had always been a little put off by all the romance in everything. Why did a cartoon about All Might punching people need a romance subplot between side characters? Why were papers focused on heroes’ love lives? Why did people care who was kissing who? There were more important things than romance!

 It followed him through his high school career. He just didn’t get it even as people began dating. It was just… so weird and confusing. Sure he found people attractive and had some… thoughts about some of them but he just didn’t see the point of dating.

 It eventually came to him researching. It always did. He dug into various sexualities and romantic statuses. That was how he discovered what he was.

 Aromantic. He still felt sexual desire but the actual romantic part didn’t do anything for him. He felt like a weight had been taken off his shoulders and had focused more on his studies. He even found that while excessive romance made him gag he didn’t mind romantic stories that were done well. Even if he felt sometimes there was no need for them.  

 He didn’t pay much attention to the change of time and didn’t see much point in telling people until one day he went to class and found students all wearing pins. 

 “Deku!” Ochako chirped. “Happy Pride!” Izuku blinked and looked around to see people wearing pins showing various sexualities or gender identities. “Want a pin?” Something about how she said it made Izuku blink but in a split second he smiled and turned to Momo who was waiting. 

 “Hey, can I get an aromantic pin?” Momo blinked but smiled and nodded. Izuku didn’t notice some faces as he pinned the pin to his jacket, a half-smile on his face as others cheered.

 It was nice. 

 Better then romance any day.

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[nights-legacy]

Mikey-ish Mistake-Mikey

Mikey 2003

+ Y/N is over at the station lair like normal, hanging out with the boys, Casey, and April. They were having a great time when low and behold, Mikey decides to do something Mikey-ish. A something that more or less ends up in some sort of disaster. Y/N has had a crush on Mikey forever but has never had the confidence to say anything. When she ends up on the receiving end of the disaster and he laughs at her, she feels crushed and walks off, wallowing.

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 Y/N’s POV

Music blared in the background but it didn’t even slightly cover the sound the guys and us were making. Donnie and Raph were reenacting a scene from some random rom-com very badly and we could contain our laughter. Leo was just sitting there with his face in his hands, trying to keep it together while Mikey was bellowing and rolling on the ground.        

“Alright you losers, quiet down. We’re done.” Raph growled but had a small smile hidden on his face that I barely caught.

“Ooo, my turn!” Mikey shot up and jumped up and down.

“Now Mikey, nothing too crazy please.” Donnie nearly pleaded. I chuckled before covering my mouth. Mikey glared at me in my spot, sitting on the back of the couch but I only shrugged.

“Okay.” A determined look came over his face as he pulled out one of his nun-chucks. He swung it around and looked around the room. His eyes landed on the half empty pizza box on the table in front everyone.

“Mikey, no.” I said. He just smiled and quickly picked it up before placing it on his head. He stuck out his tongue and readied himself. He slowly twisted to one side before twirling around in a pirouette motion. The box surprisingly stayed for a little bit before the contents of the box started to fly out.

“Mikey!” Raph growled while dodging a flying slice. I yelped as I ducked another slice. Just as I righted myself, Mikey fell and the pizza box came flying at me. The force of the box was almost nothing but the scare of it coming at my face made me jump and fall backwards off the couch.

“Y/N!” I heard my name as I flipped back and landed on the ground hard. I groaned, noticing that I thankfully missed the piece of pizza for a second time. I sat up slow and jumped again when Mikey’s head popped up over the top of the couch.

“You okay?” He asked. I nodded and moved to get up. I stood up and surveyed the surrounding area. There was pizza and some other stuff strung everywhere from what looked like Mikey hitting the table as he fell. “Good.” He paused for a second before he burst out laughing. “Your face!”

“What?” I asked reaching up and feeling nothing.

“You should have seen your face! It was all ‘AHH!’ and you flew back like a failed flying pig attempt.” He threw himself back on the couch. “You looked just like that. Like a little piggy with irrational dreams of flying through the air. Woosh. I gapped at him. I gulped and looked around the room, avoiding everyone’s eyes. I stepped back and took a breath before turning away.

“Y/N.” I heard April whisper but I kept going and left the lair. I looked up as thunder rolled in the sky. I saw dark clouds clearing away from the city and that everything was soaked.

“At least I missed the rain.” I pulled my jacket on tighter and walked into the city.

Mikey’s POV

I shot up and looked at the place Y/N once stood as the door to the building shut loudly. I saw she wasn’t there and the heard the room was as quiet as a mausoleum. I turned and saw everyone staring at me. Some with annoyed looks and others with one’s of disbelief.

“I said something I shouldn’t have, didn’t I?” They didn’t say anything in return. I sighed and looked back towards the door. I vaulted over the couch and made my way to the door. I opened it and scanned the area for any signs of a slight chance Y/N was still here.

“Go on.” Donnie said behind me. I shot forward and ran in the shadows. I made it to the edge of the woods surrounding the station and climbed up the side of a building. I knew Y/N’s main routes due to paranoia in all of us in the past years.

“Come on. You can find her.” I ran along the rooftops, searching until I finally saw the familiar head of hair and silver jacket. I skidded to a stop and jumped down into an ally ahead of her.

Y/N’s POV

I sniffled and tightened my arms across my chest, fighting the chill that still hung in the air from the storm. I looked down and the ground as I walked, not wanting to meet anyone’s gaze. In New York, that’s probably not the smartest idea. Especially, since next thing I knew, I was being pulled into the ally and pressed to the wall. I went to scream but a hand was placed over my mouth. A green hand.

“It’s only me, Y/N.” Mikey moved his hand but didn’t move away. I could feel his breath on my face as I look away from him. I could feel him staring but did nothing. That was until I felt his gentle touch on my cheek. I looked at him to see a heart breaking expression.

“Mikey?” I said his name in question. He wiped his thumb across my cheek, catching a stray tear.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “I’m sorry for me and my big mouth. I know that I say a lot of stupid things and especially at the most inconvenient times but know that if I ever hurt you, I am not meaning too.” He looked down for a second. “I never wanted to hurt you Y/N, I was only trying to make a joke and I realized quick that I used the wrong words.” He kept rambling and my heart swelled at his apology.

“Mikey.” I said it so softly. I could barely hear myself so it didn’t surprise me that he didn’t hear me. I chuckled slightly and watched him. I watched as he rambled before deciding on what to do to stop him. I grabbed his neck and kissed him.

“Umph.” He froze. I pulled away and saw his eyes wide. I bit my lip as he shook his head. He looked down at me surprised. I saw joy and desire flash through his eyes.

“Mikey? Are you alright?” I asked, placing my hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into my hand. He took a big breath before looking at me with determination. He leant forward and kissed me. I froze this time but only for a second before closing my eyes and kissing back.

“Does this mean that you feel the same for me as I feel for you?” He was breathing hard as he pulled away and asked. I nodded before opening my eyes. His eyes were as bright as the brightest star. Before he could say anything else, someone came into the ally. Mikey grabbed me and we were on the rooftop in the next moment.

“It still blows my mind how you guys can do that so quickly.” I said laughing. I looked over the edge of the building before being turned back around and being kissed again. I kissed back.

“I am truly sorry, kitten.” Mikey apologized again as we pulled away.

“It is okay, Mikey.” I said while grabbing his hand. I rubbed circles into the back and kissed it gently. “I have liked you, really liked you for a long time. I could never figure out if you felt the same or you were just being your normal, flirty self…”

“I really do.” He said softly. He lifted his free hand and brushed it across my face, brushing hair out of the way. “I have been attracted to you from the very beginning and fell hard and fast when I got to know you.”

“So you…love me?”

“With every bit of my being. I love you with all my heart and more.” He smiled before pulling me into a hug. I smiled and buried my face into his neck. I heard and felt him chuckle as he tightened his hold. “Let’s get you home.”

“Okay.” He picked me up and run across the rooftops to my apartment. He only set me down once we were on my balcony. I reached up and pulled him into a kiss. He pushed me back by my waist against the door just as his t-phone went off.

“Really?” He groaned, pulling away. He picked it up and stepped back. I went inside to give him some privacy. I threw off my shoes and hung my jacket off and hung it on the back of the door. “I have to go. Donnie’s sensors picked up some gang activity. It looks pretty serious.” Mikey said as he walked in.

“I understand.” I smiled and sat on my bed. He knelt in front of me and set his hands on my knees.

“I’ll be back. After were done, I promise.” He assured me.

“Alright.” I giggled and pecked him on the cheek. “Be safe. All of you.”

“Totally, dudette.” He smiled wide and kissed my head before walking to the balcony.

“Mikey!” He paused just as he went to step up onto the railing. “Give em’ heck.” He smirked.

“You know it!” He exclaimed both jumping off the balcony and out of sight. I laughed and shook my head. I looked around and bit my lip.

“Did that really happen?” I asked out loud. I threw myself back and sighed. “What a night.”

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Actress/Reader has to do a sex scene with Erik and they both get turned on heavy.

“Relax, Y/N. You are a super star actress who has worked her butt of for this role.”

Y/N was in hair and makeup currently for her role in a new movie called Lethal Lust. This was day five on set of the new movie she was starring in. It’s an action drama about a woman who falls in love with a Mercenary. She’d never acted in a rated R film with tons of nudity, and other graphic depictions. She was surprised she even got the role during open auditions. Supposedly the leading actor, a guy by the name of Erik Stevens was behind the entire ordeal. He wanted the perfect leading lady to be his love interest. His best friend was the director so it only made sense.

This would be Y/N and Erik’s first ever scene together. The scene is set in Erik’s home. It’s supposed to be titled “make a movie” so from what Y/N read within her script, she’s supposed to put on a little strip tease for Erik in front of a large projector screen playing a rather pornographic scene. This was completely nudity, no PG13, all tits, ass, and maybe a peek at her vagina if you had a good eye. Y/N didn’t understand why all the sex scenes had to be filmed first. Her PR team felt that this role would be a break out for her from all the roles she was so comfortable with doing. Rom-coms, crime dramas, family films, even musicals.

“It’s not like you’re actually having sex with the guy. Close your eyes.”

Y/N closed her eyes so her hair/makeup artist could apply the last bits of her eye shadow. Her hair was silk pressed, she wore a see-through black robe and after this she would have to get her body rubbed down with oil to give herself a sexy sweaty look. She had to wax her entire body too.

“It’s Erik fucking Stevens we’re talking about,” Y/N’s older sister and manager said, “He’s known for being the sexiest man in Hollywood right now. And there are rumors flying around about how well hung he is.”

“Oh yeah,” Y/N’s personal stylist chimes in, “A super model chick I know said he has a third leg. She had to reschedule a Dapper Dan photo shoot because he fucked her so rough and good she couldn’t even get out of bed.”

“Damn, he’s making bitches bed ridden?” Y/N was definitely curious now. She tried not to get involved with those kinds of things but she wouldn’t lie and say that Erik Stevens wasn’t a sexy man. She conversed with him in passing like at red carpet events but never any full on conversation. She knew that would happen now with the press tour and script reading on top of being in almost every scene together. She was known for being the sweet girl but this role involved her being a sexy “devil in a red dress” type. All that shy shit was out the window with this.

“Okay, you’re all set babe.”

Y/N opens her eyes, admiring the sexy Smokey eye and nude lip look. Her hair was pressed and almost touching her waist; a change up from her usual curly fro. She even liked the kinky spiked leather choker around her neck.

“Beautiful, now lets get you oiled down and headed over to the scene.”

Y/N took one last breath before standing, following everyone out of her personal trailer and to the scene. She had to be quick so that fans who crowded around outside wouldn’t take pictures of her. With a long black fluffy robe on and an umbrella over her head since it was drizzling. She made it to the set, greeting the director; a director she adored. Her name was Lia Smith and she was a genius.

“You ready?” Lia knew Y/N was nervous about this but she had faith that she would do well.

“Yes, as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You need a little drink to get you loosened up?”

Y/N noticed the drink table. Nothing there was beginner friendly, all strong.

“Erik especially likes his Hennessy before filming sex scenes and action scenes. He says it gets him in the zone.”

“No thanks, I’m cool.”

“Oh, Miss Y/N!!” Y/N looked up to see her stylist waving her over to get oiled down.

“Looks like it’s about that time. I’ll see you in there girly,” Lia gave Y/N’s shoulder a gentle squeeze before walking away with the camera crew to make sure everything was ready to go.

Y/N walked over to her personal team, the stripper heels on her feet already a pain. She followed them into the “movie room” for the scene, the lights low and a red hue surrounding them. The large screen was being tweaked by the camera crew, Lia in the corner talking closely to producers. The floor was covered in plush red carpet, a personal recliner chair facing the screen that Y/N assumed was for Erik himself. She made herself comfy in the corner, allowing her fluffy robe to be removed showing off the see through black one. No bra or panties on at all. The oil girl came over, removing her robe to apply the grape seed oil to Y/N’s beautiful brown skin. Y/N held her hair up, trying her best to look around her in case she caught sight of Erik coming in.

“Hey, E, it’s about time you showed up,” Lia teases.

Y/N looked towards the entrance to the “movie room” Erik himself walking in with black slacks, a white dress shirt half way buttoned and his tie undone. His hair was freshly re-dreaded, shape up and all with his glass of Hennessy in hand. He wore a pair of gold rimmed glasses, and Y/N especially loved the intellectual look for the scene. She was warming up and it wasn’t just the oil on her skin. The minute the oil girl went down to do her thighs, Erik’s eyes fell on hers. He gave her a lopsided grin before allowing his eyes to take in her nude frame. Y/N blushed, looking away from him to calm her over growing nerves. She was about to do a sex scene with Erik Stevens. They were going to fuck on that couch or maybe the floor. Who knows.

“All set.”

She was finished, her body shining and looking rather delicious. Y/N grabbed her sisters hand, giving her a look that she may not be able to handle this.

“Stop it, be a big girl. You are an actress and you can slay any role.”

“He’s just so...intimidating...and sexy as hell.”

“That’s the fun part. Use that sexy side of yours to drive him crazy. Make it believable.”

There was no need to fake a fucking thing because she was already horny and they didn’t even get started yet. She placed her robe back on, her sister giving her a final thumbs up before exiting the room right along with everyone else except for the director, producer, Erik, and herself. Once those double doors closed, Y/N got into positon, placing herself in front of that screen. She spoke a few lines to herself, shaking out her hands before turning towards a seated Erik Stevens. He looked to be having a brief conversation with Lia.

“First time is always the scariest, right Erik?” Lia spoke allowed since Y/N was looking at the both of them.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” He turned to Y/N giving her a warm smile, “I remember my first sex scene. I was real nervous but that shit landed me a fucking Oscar.”

“I don’t know if I’ll get an Oscar for this but, we’ll see,” She timidly smiles at Erik.

“You’re an amazing actress, sweetheart. I’d bet my fucking money you’ll get an Oscar for this role. They will eat this shit up. Y/N, Hollywood’s Good Girl turned Freaky Girl in new Rated R Action Drama.”

“Really?” She liked the way he called her freaky girl.

“Hell yeah,” He licks his lips, “you ready to show me what you can do? Prove to me that I picked the right girl for my leading lady.”

Lia gave Y/N an encouraging smile.

“Okay.”

Lia gets herself ready to film. Y/N goes to stand in the doorway of a fake entrance to the “movie room” trying her best to appear sexy while Erik focused on the pornographic scene on the screen in front of him. His head resting back and eyes purposely low.

“Take one, Make A Movie Scene, Action.”

The sound of a woman’s moans filled the room, Y/N opens her robe, stepping closer so Erik could see her within his peripheral. He allows his eyes to lazily fall on her before they became fiery and intense, his drink brought to his lips. Y/N did as she was supposed to do, lick her lips and stare at him with a starving need. Erik tilts his head at her, the golds in his mouth causing her to let out an airy sigh. That wasn’t in the script at all, but Lia liked that a lot.

“I thought you said you would never fuck with me? Lola?”

Lola was Y/N’s name for the role.

“I guess I changed my mind...you sparked something in me, Jason.”

She slowly and seductively ran her fingers up and down the opening of her sheer black robe.

“So, all that bad guy shit doesn’t matter to you anymore? Remember, I’m the man who tried to kill you.” He twirled that glass in his hand, Y/N’s eyes falling on the screen like they were supposed to before going back to Erik’s.

“But did you kill me? If you wanted to...”

Y/N walks further into the room, a switch in her hips and a flame in every step she took. She was really a dangerous woman now. Erik has this impressive glint in his eyes. She must be doing really really well because supposedly Erik was known for yelling out “cut” if the shit wasn’t genuine.

“You would have put a pillow over my head and placed a bullet in my brain while I was sleeping.”

The movie on the projector was reflected on her skin. Erik allowed his eyes to watch the movement of the pornography actors bodies across Y/N’s skin.

“See something you like, bad boy?” Y/N takes her hands, running them through her hair.

“Hmm, very... nice,” He spoke in a low dark tone that had Y/N making those sounds again. Erik was loving the fuck out of her little whimpers. This shit was unscripted and sexy as hell. He just knew Lia and the rest of the crew in the room were squirming in their seats.

“Take off that robe, now.” His idea was to attempt to place fear within Y/N but her job was to be turned on by it. And boy was she turned on. She allowed her hips to move, her fingers pulling that robe off her oily skin, allowing it to pool around her ankles in those heels. She kept her eyes on Erik, no matter how hard it was. He was biting his lip now, an eyebrow raised up at her as if to say, “so this is what Miss Y/N got going on? This is Hollywood’s sweetheart, huh?”

She allowed her hands to run from her neck, over her breasts, and down to her thighs. She let out a shudder each time her hands trailed over her skin.

“I wanna be your bad girl, Jason, you’ve changed me,” she whispers.

“You sure you’re hearing yourself, beautiful?” Erik lifts his white dress shirt, showing her the two pistols he had on his hips, “This aint a game, love, this is real.”

Y/N slowly and sexily walks over to Erik. She places her ass on Erik’s lap, turning sideways, moving her hips over him. Erik grunts, his hands on her hips.

“Let me feel your guns...”

She reached back, allowing her fingers to touch the cool metal. A moan escaped her mouth, Erik’s eyes sharply focusing on her. She was really moaning from touching the guns on his hip. He would have said “cut”only because she was turning him on so damn much that he might fucking loose it. Erik Stevens never broke character in the middle of a scene.

“I should have given myself to you sooner,” Y/N looks down at him over her shoulder, that jet black straight hair swaying across her bare back, “you’ve killed so many men for me, Jason...”

“That’s because no matter what, your special to me, love,” Erik places his lips on her exposed neck, “You’re turning me on more than this movie.”

“Yes?” She says in a honeyed tone, turning to straddle his hips now. Her tits were in his face, her hips grinding into his. She was way pass shy now. All she wanted to do was nail this scene and blow Erik Stevens away. So far so good because he could not keep his hands off of her. Y/N was beginning to wonder if it was all still acting at this point for him. It damn sure wasn’t for her. Y/N was hungry for him. To take it a step further, Y/N grabbed one of Erik’s guns from his hip, bringing it to her mouth and licking it before sucking on the barrel. The camera was zoomed in on the both of them, catching every single moment.

“Fuck,” He hissed, his eyes brows knitted together with so much need for Y/N. Erik takes the gun from her mouth, replacing it with his mouth. The kiss was so delicious, it had Lia biting her nails and the camera crew shifting to calm down the growing erections or wet pussies they had from the sexy actors. Y/N sucked on Erik’s lower lip before taking it between her teeth to pull on.

“Mmm,” He slaps her ass. Right then and there she knew that he had to be just as turned on and not giving a fuck about the script. He wasn’t supposed to slap her ass, just caress it.

“Do that to me again, Jason. Mark me...make me yours.”

Now, his teeth were on her neck. She had her head thrown back, soft and longing sighs escaping her mouth. Erik had his hands on her breasts now, caressing them.

“You’re mine. Nobody will ever fuck with you again,” He places one of his hands on the back of her head to make her look at him, “no one. I mean every word.”

“Show me,” Y/N takes the hand from her head, trailing it down between her legs, “touch me, please, I wanna be your bad bitch.”

The kissing intensified. Erik was supposed to rest his hand over her mound while Y/N fake moved her hips against him but she was pressing his fingers into her opening. Erik froze for a second, allowing her to take over his mouth with her lips. When she finally released her lips, he brought his lips to her ear.

“You really want me to finger this wet pussy? You’re so damn wet, Y/N.”

No one else could hear that but her. The others took it as another sexy nonscripted act. Y/N moved her pussy over his fingers, moaning a yes that gave him the answer he needed. Erik has his fingers deep in her pussy. Three fingers deep. His erection was fucking hurting in his black slacks. If she let him stick his fingers inside of her then she would let him stick his dick in her.

“I need you,” Erik was giving her desperate kisses along her neck, “I need to fuck you.”

“Take me, take me now, Jason.”

Erik picks Y/N up from the couch, placing her on the carpeted floor, he kneeled over her, ripping his clothes off, buttons flying and that body presenting itself to her.

“Jason,” she moaned, “please, Jason.”

He was fully nude now, Y/N’s eyes able to make out the third leg he was known to have. She took in a sharp breath, her mouth parted and her hands reaching out around his neck. The shadows of the room were purposely set so that only the side of her body and his was seen thrusting into eachother. They were so hungry for eachother Lia tried to strain her eyes to see if she could actually catch them feeling on eachother, and she did.

“Holy shit,” She shared a look with the producer who was sweaty and breathing irregularly. Y/N was jerking Erik’s dick. He was thrusting his hips into her open hand, his lips and teeth all over her. They got good shots of them for the scene and Lia was proud to admit that this was definitely the best sex scene she ever filmed. This was the first time her actors actually touched eachother forreal. To the outside world it would be seen as fake, but within this room, it’s all too real. The moans, the desperation, the touching. She was surprised neither one of the broke character.

Y/N threw her head back when Erik slipped inside of her. She was so fucking wet that he didn’t need to eat her pussy. They had such a short amount of time to get things done he had to feel her wrapped around him. He was up on his hands, looking down at her. They both moaned together, one after the other. There was no need for the oil, the sweat on them both were real.

“Lola,” He whispered before taking his tongue to drag up her neck. Y/N grabs the back of his head, Erik’s hips snapping into hers harder and harder. At this point it was an actual porno. Her pussy engulfed his enormous dick. She couldn’t say that she was cumming but she did let him know with her soft moans and the scratches she applied to his back. Erik brought his lips to her ear again.

“You are so damn tight, I can’t believe you’re letting me take this tight puss in front of them. You ain’t no sweetheart, baby girl, you’re a nasty bitch.”

She froze under him, Her orgasm crashing down on her, Erik was right behind her. His balls were slapping into her ass, the entire room aware now that they are actually fucking. Erik could make out moans around them from the others. Thank God for sound and visual effects because if not everyone would hear his nuts slapping her ass at the Premiere.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing my shit.” He whispers to her.

Erik lets out a sexy award-winning grunt, his forehead falling to hers. They stared into eachothers eyes like actors usually would in an intense romantic scene. They fell into another passionate kiss, all tongue and definitely not scripted. Y/N and Erik hand so much chemistry you would think that they would walk out of here holding hands.

“Cut!” Lia called out. Everyone erupted into applause, Y/N and Erik still trying to catch their breaths, both of them kissing and not exactly getting up. She could not look away from him. They literally just fucked eachother while filming. If somebody told Y/N around 5 am that she would be having sex with Erik Stevens she would have laughed.

“I-I don’t even know what to say right now.”

“You don’t have to say anything at the moment, Y/N,” Erik reassures her. He lifts from her body, reaching out to help her up. Once they were both standing robes were shoved into their hands and their backs faced eachother while their separate PR teams came in to cater to their needs. The first scene of the day was over. They had an action sequence that envolved a car chase in the afternoon and then right after a shower scene with more sex. Y/N could feel her heart skip a beat. She just knew that they would fuck again in the shower. She would be fucked against the shower wall with her legs around his waist.

“How was it?!” Her sister asked, ushering her away and out the door to her trailer. She didn’t even get a chance to properly tell Erik goodbye. She could feel his cum between her folds and on her inner thighs. She really wanted to praise him properly for giving her such good dick.

“It was better than I expected. I nailed it.”

“Yes!!!” Everyone around her cheered. If only they knew the extent of her words.

“One sex scene down, three more to go.”

And that didn’t even include the kissing and saying I love you. Too bad she was supposed to be killed off in the end. That would really pull some heart strings. For now, she just wanted a shower, and hopefully figure out a way to get a hold of Erik’s personal FaceTime. She needed to talk to him. Fuck it, who was Y/N kidding? She wanted to set up secret meetings for the both of them. They would be filming on and off for three months, might as well make the best of it.

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