#so that's coming up as soon as I edit the flailing I did on my phone

[jaylaxies]

THE PATH TO A NERD’S HEART

PAIRING: nerd!jay × fem!reader

GENRE/CW: sub!jay, dom!reader, smut, fluff, unprotected sex, public sex, slight biting and marking, mentions of bullying, room sharing, kissing, handjob, mentions of sunghoon

WC: 8.1k (8169) words

SYNOPSIS: the annual debate competition was just around the corner and you were thrilled to meet your partner, who turned out to be park jongseong. from you studying together to him asking you how it feels to kiss someone, how would your relationship progress? especially when you offer to give him a demonstration, even more so when he asks if he could get a bit more.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! I'm back with another fic! i've re-edited this fic and i’m reposting as per the request of my anonnie! i hope y'all will enjoy this! :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all <3

“What have you done to her?” The principal sighed in distress, slightly turning his head, glancing at the girl who sat next to you with an expression filled with misery, a girl with a broken nose to be more precise.

“With all due respect, sir, she was bullying a student, which clearly goes against our school policies, and further, she tried to punch me when I asked her to stop. She had it coming,” you calmly explained the whole situation, fake politeness dripping off your tone.

The girl next to you screamed like a maniac after hearing your statement, flailing her arms and legs, claiming that you were the one who attacked her first. She never failed to show her spoiled-child behaviour in public.

“I request you to please check the surveillance camera of the corridor, it'll make it more clear to you, sir,” you faked your smile as Hana Lee, the bully, started crying, knowing that nothing could save her from the upcoming punishment now.

She was soon dismissed to go to the medical room, her wound bleeding, yet she didn’t show a sign to stop protesting.

“Miss Y/N, I understand that what Miss Lee did was wrong, but that does not give you any right to punch her.” He looked at you with an expression that clearly displayed disappointment.

“It was just self defense from my side, sir,” you said with wide eyes, plastering your most innocent face in front of him, wanting to leave his office as soon as possible.

He sighed, “you’re one of our top students, miss Y/N, and I appreciate you caring for the other students, but please refrain from using punches next time. You can leave now.”

You finally smiled in victory, muttering a ‘thank you’ before grabbing your bag and rushing out of the office.

As you got out of the office, a hand immediately grabbed your wrist, causing you to widen your eyes at the sudden gesture, your own hand curling its fingers to punch until you saw who it was.

He softly pulled you to the empty staircase area.

“I’m sorry,” he slowly whispered, he had a busted lip and red eyes, the sight made your heart hurt, a frown settling on your face.

“Jay! Oh my god! Does it hurt?” You asked, hand extending towards his face.

You barely knew the boy, in fact, your first ever proper interaction with him took place this morning.

“You shouldn’t have stepped up for me,” he sighed, eyes not meeting yours as he looked at his shoes, confused as to why you would help him.

“I don’t care what you say, I cannot stand bullying, Jay,” you simply told him, getting closer to see his wound, the wound caused by Hana.

Now, the question is: How did you reach here in the first place?

Let’s start by replaying the morning events.

The yearly Inter-school English debate was two months away from now. Meaning, that you’ll soon know who your assigned partner is for this year’s competition would be.

Your English teacher had asked you to meet her, so you made your way towards the staff room. You greeted her as soon as you saw her, eyes soon moving to observe a guy with specs standing next to her.

“Y/N, c’mere! Meet Park Jay, he’ll be your partner for this year’s debate competition,” your teacher explained.

You smiled, extending your hand which he shyly took into his bigger ones, “nice to meet you, Jay.”

Your radiant smile caused Jay to crack a small smile of his own, “it’s really nice to meet you too,” he said.

Further, the teacher explained how your school won’t be the host for the debate this year, instead, the Busan branch will be the one to do so.

Conclusively, she informed you that all your expenses will be paid by the school, except for the extra souvenirs you would purchase there for yourself.

You listened to it all, giving small nods at the end of her sentences, your eyes also shifting to look at the guy standing next to you, his gaze focused on what your teacher was telling.

A hotel will be arranged and she will accompany you both for your two day trip to the competition.

“The topic will be provided to you both soon, I hope both of you will get along well, please don’t hesitate to ask for any sort of help from me,”Ms. Hwang smiled at you both and ensured that you were okay with this setting.

Park Jay. You knew him, of course you did. He’s always been exceptionally smart in studies, him being the only one in school who matched your own pace.

The only difference between you was his shy nature. Your nature screamed enthusiasm and boldness, hence, making friends came easily to you. You were one of the popular students, not to mention how you were good at academics too, which was also paired with your kind nature.

However, you didn’t know much about Jay, except for the fact that he was good at studies and closed off, with little to no friends at your school.

This piqued your curiosity.

After Ms. Hwang left, you turned to look at the shy boy, asking him if he’d be up to eat lunch with you, to get to know each other better.

His eyes slightly widened at your suggestion and you theorized it must be because he never eats with anyone else, which worried you as you thought you had crossed a line.

His small smile just after, ensured that it was not the case, “I’d love to,” he said, and you noted how sharp yet cute his smile was.

The whole student body was shocked to see Jay interacting with the popular girl herself, their eyes fixated on your table.

It wasn’t your concern though, you were enjoying having a simple conversation with him, asking him about his hobbies. He got excited that you were willing to talk to him, not forcing yourself like the other students did. And he tried his best not to show how excited he was.

He told you about his love for fashion, his smile growing at each word he spoke, you found his deep voice pretty as you paid attention to everything he had to tell and offer.

He stopped his sentence midway, looking at you as you stared at him with shiny eyes.

“I talk a lot, don’t I?” His shyness came back to him all of a sudden.

“No! I think that it’s really beautiful that you’re so passionate about something, I could hear you speak about it for hours,” you reassured him, reaching forward to hold his hand which was kept on the table.

He breathed out softly, gulping at the sight of your joined hands and your reassuring smile, his cheeks heating up and a sudden warmth spreading through his chest.

Just one conversation and he already wanted to trust you, to spend more time with you, to get to know you better.

He looked forward to it all.

You wanted the same, to get to know him better. Jay was cute effortlessly, and you were quick to notice that even slight proximity made him nervous to the point his ears got red.

You found it adorable, promising yourself to keep a check on him to make sure he doesn’t feel lonely at school anymore.

So, when you saw Hana cornering and punching him for not completing her homework, you knew you had to step in.

He watched how you pushed her away from him, standing as a barrier between them both. He noticed how you raised your voice at her, the demeanour completely changed from the sweet one which you had in the morning.

He noticed how you didn’t hesitate to block her punch, your own hand swiming to counter punch her instead with no regrets whatsoever.

He stood there in awe, he knew was thankful to you, however, he was too shocked to even form words.

You turned back to look at him, his lip bleeding and his bloodshot eyes made you worried and angry at the same time.

Before you could say anything to him, you were dragged to the principal's office.

Which brings you back here.

Jay silently cried in front of you, “you don’t deserve this,” you softly said with a sad frown before hugging him

His hands grabbed your waist as he softly weeped into your shoulder, your hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.

You weren’t sure how long Hana had been bullying him into doing his homework, but now, you had this sudden urge of wanting to protect him, your hands tightening around him.

He calmed down after a few minutes, body still holding on to you.

“Thank you,” he softly whispered, taking a step back, his eyes meeting yours for a second before he turned away, rushing to leave.

He did not stop when you called out his name, thrice.

You sighed, stuffing your hands in the jacket pocket before leaving for the next class.

The boy never left your mind no matter how hard you tried to concentrate on the lecture.

The news had spread all around the school as the newest gossip. Some said that Jay was your new boyfriend, while some assumed you to be his bully. Nevertheless, no one bullied him after Hana got suspended for using violence in school.

Soon after, the theme for the debate was announced and Ms. Hwang had called you both to inform you about the same.

You observed his face, seeing him for the first time after that incident and you were glad to see that all his wounds were healed and didn’t leave any scars.

When he felt you looking at him, he turned to look at you, smiling softly to say hello.

After some minutes of general discussion with your teacher, she left you both alone as she had to grade other test papers.

You never brought up the topic of Hana again, only paying attention to the debate. Jay kept on glancing at you from time to time.

“Thank you,” he whispered shyly, passing you a bottle of your favourite drink, which made you tilt your head to look up at him, “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I asked Sora,” he rushed to speak, mentioning how he asked your best friend about it.

“You didn’t have to.” A smile graced your face at his sweet gesture.

He felt more confident talking to you now, and he even attempted to make silly jokes just to see you laugh, which you did, heartily at that.

Your hand grabbed his arm as you tried to support yourself while laughing. He found it beautiful and he wished to hear your laugh more often. Your hand felt soft on his arm, sending tingles to his stomach.

You hugged him softly before leaving, your sweet scent sending Jay into a state of frenzy, his ears turning red while his heartbeat felt faster than usual.

Being teased was like a routine for you now, your friends did everything in their will to constantly remind you how 'soft' you have gone for that nerd kid.

“Your jealousy is showing,” you smirked at Sunghoon, who repeatedly mentioned Jay in each of your conversations.

“Of fucking course! You haven’t kissed me in weeks,” he retorted.

It had been a while since you ended your friends with benefits relationship with him, you just couldn’t do it anymore, it felt wrong to you, seeing how attached he was getting with your setting.

Yet still, you decided to humor him this time.

Laughing at his pouty face, you grabbed his chin as you kissed him, trapping him against the lockers and he eagerly kissed back, not caring if anyone saw you both.

The makeout session was short lived as the bell was quick to indicate the time for your next class, a groan leaving his mouth as he punched the locker, muttering how nothing works in his favour.

You left him there, a boyish smirk spreading on his face when you winked at him.

You were breathless, but then you realized why you had left this in the first place, the guilt seeping deep inside you, knowing that it would lead him on if your suspicions were right.

You’ll say no the next time, that’s what you decided, not paying attention to the lesson the entire class.

You didn’t like him, you just needed a distraction from a certain someone who invaded your mind at the most random times.

You weren’t going to use Sunghoon as a distraction anymore.

You couldn't.

Jay met you at the library after school, for research purposes and collecting further information on your topic to be prepared as much as possible.

“Hey,” you smiled, hugging him, which had now become a usual thing for you two.

You noticed how he was a bit hesitant somehow, his arms not pulling you closer like they always used to.

Not paying much attention to it, you both got inside and searched for your respective books and topics, noting down all the information you needed. No words were exchanged for a long time, your focus solely on the text in front of you.

“How does it feel?” A whisper was heard from beside you.

“Excuse me?” You asked, looking up at Jay, confused at his unusual antics and sudden silence. “H–how does it feel to kiss someone?” He completed his sentence, not looking up at you while he kept fiddling with the hem of his uniform sleeve.

“Wait, you saw?” You asked him, eyes widening as you thought that he might have gotten the wrong impression.

You realized that he might have seen you kiss hoon earlier today, hence his question.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before, Jay?” You enquired slowly, not missing the way his eyes turned big for a second.

“N—no,” he whispered.

“Have you ever wanted to try it?” You softly asked.

Jay was probably the purest person you had ever met, the thought of corrupting him kept on swimming in your mind, the fact that he might want to try something with you made you smile.

“Will it be fine?” he hesitated again, “isn’t he your boyfriend?” He asked, referring to Sunghoon.

“What?” you almost shouted, apologizing once you got looks from the nearby students.

Maybe the library isn’t the best place for such conversations.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Jay. We’ve had something but it was not a relationship,” you revealed.

He listened to you with all his attention, a small smile on his face when you told him that you were single, which you didn’t fail to notice.

And he nodded, saying that he wants to try. His ears were red, which you found adorable.

“Of course, we’ll stop the moment you feel uncomfortable, yeah?” You assured him.

“But, here?” he kept on asking like a kid, his heartbeat beyond control as he tried not to seem too flustered.

You laughed, “we’re meeting at my place tomorrow, right? We can try it out then, if you’d be comfortable with that,” you suggested and he agreed shyly, nodding and looking down at his fingers.

You only looked at the pretty boy next to you, wondering how far he would want to go with you.

Jay was overwhelmed by the fact that you agreed to kiss him, he had been staring at your lips ever since he saw you kiss sunghoon in the morning, deeply wishing that it was him instead.

It was pretty strange of him to think this way, but he couldn’t stop, especially when he saw how you took control of the kiss, tilting Sunghoon’s head to the side and kissed him deeply.

You saw him looking dazed as you were about to leave, his actions being so cute, which left you wanting to fluster him more.

A cute yelp left his mouth as you softly pecked his cheek, tiptoeing to do so, before bidding him goodbye.

He blushed a lot in general, but you being around him took it to another level, you found it adorable to say the least, excited to see how he would behave tomorrow.

The next day, Jay woke up early. He wanted to look perfect, to smell perfect, to be perfect for you. Not that he needed to do anything, yet he did some extra research for the debate and printed them out for you, to make up for the time you’d invest to kiss him today.

He paid more attention to his clothes, for this would be the first time you would see him without his usual uniform. He even devoted his time to do his hair, finally reaching your place at the exact time you had given him.

Releasing his breath and cussing once, he rang the doorbell.

You were quick to rush down to open the door, not wanting him to wait for long, chuckling when you saw how he rang the bell at the exact time you had given him.

His breathing hitched as he laid his eyes on you.

It was the first time he saw you looking this comfortable as you wore a soft and loose top along with sweatpants.

“Jay! Come in,” your enthusiastic voice dragged him out of his daydream as he nodded.

He followed you like a lost puppy, “are you home alone?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Oh, yeah! My parents come home late,” you explained with a wink, “don’t worry, baby,” you said and he almost passed out with the nickname you had used.

You smirked at his state, making him sit on your bed.

“You look good,” you complimented seeing his attire and he muttered a small thank you, a shy smile spreading on his face.

He likes to be praised, you noticed.

Without much delay, you started scripting your research papers. Jay noted how you were always serious when it came to studies and the competition, he paid attention to the way you bit your lower lip while concentrating.

Some part of him wanted you to do the same to his lips, he waited patiently for you to remember your promise to kiss him but you never once brought it up, his mood turning sad.

Taking the matter into his own hands, he spoke up.

“Can we—” he took a deep breath as you stared at him with big doe eyes, urging him to continue.

“I—it’s nothing actually.” He backed away.

You laughed, “I didn’t peg you to be the impatient type,” you smirked, well knowing what he wanted.

Closing your laptop, you urged him to come near you, patting the space next to you.

“We’ll start off with a simple peck, yeah? Pinch me if you feel uncomfortable and I'll stop,” you told him and he shivered as you got closer to his face, gulping his anxiety down.

“May I?” You finally asked, searching his eyes.

“Y—yes,” he whispered, nodding.

Softly placing your hand on his cheek, your lips touched his lips in a short peck. They merely touched, yet it was enough for Jay to get butterflies, heart beating out of his chest at the sensation.

You leaned back to observe his reaction, he still had his eyes closed, a soft rosy glow spread on his cheeks.

Getting closer again, you grabbed his chin, tilting his head as you dived in to kiss him, longer this time, your lips moving in sync once he got the hang of it, low whine leaving his mouth, making you smile.

You wanted to play with him even more.

So, you gently bit on his lower lip, causing him to gasp, giving you enough opportunity to taste him.

It felt so right yet, forbidden somehow.

You had invaded all his senses, you pushed him down on the bed, his eyes looking at your every move as you made him lean against the head frame, you sat down on his lap and he cussed.

“Does it feel good?” You asked with a small, teasing smile.

“Fuck, y—yes it feels so good,” he whispered out.

“Yeah? So good that my good boy is using bad words now?” You teased.

“Please,” he whined, “sorry, I’ve never done this before and it just, it felt so good I couldn’t help it,” he rambled and you shut him up with a peck.

“Lord, you’re so adorable. It makes me want to ruin you,” you breathed out, brushing his hair away from his forehead, gripping his chin and running your thumb on his swollen lower lip.

His heartbeat sped up at your words again, head dizzy as he said, “please,” and you pulled him into a deep kiss for the second time.

Your fingers softly tugged on his hair, finally causing him to moan out loud, his pretty voice resounding all over the room.

You both pulled back from the kiss after a few minutes, breathing hard and deep to come back to your senses.

“How was it?” you asked him in a gentle voice, sitting down next to him, slightly worried if you had gone too far for his first time.

His stare on your face and silence only made it worse.

“Can we do that again?” He asked after a few seconds, trying not to sound too shameless, but he couldn’t help it, not when you had offered to kiss him so nicely.

He slowly pulled the hem of your top, and you understood, coming back to kiss him, your hand on his jaw, as he shifted his position for you to take full control.

He laid underneath you as his heart pounded harder than ever, he could only focus on how soft your lips felt against his mildly chapped ones, his eyes closed as he took in everything you were willing to offer.

The said practice of your debate ended with you making out with Jay, he didn’t wish to stop, not even after his lips were swollen, his eyes shining as he looked at you as if you were a goddess.

He had to excuse himself when his cock felt painfully hard, he was beyond embarrassed and you looked at him with hooded eyes, holding yourself back before it gets too much for him.

“Here’s the washroom,” you guided him, “let me know if you need help,” you said with a smirk.

“I—thank you,” he rushed to go inside.

You knew what he was going to do, and you wished it was you who’d be the one to please him instead, his voice wasn’t silent when he took your name, as he reached his orgasm inside the washroom.

You chuckled, wondering how he’d look while doing so into your hand. He left soon after, face red and hot.

It left him wanting more.

The debate was a week away from now, and you both were well prepared for it yet, you kept on studying from your notes. That wasn’t your concern right now though, a certain nerd had occupied your mind from the past few days.

You found it adorable how he would request you to kiss him in the empty classroom, his room, or any place where you both were alone, he wanted you guys to be alone together.

You were corrupting him, and truth being told, you wanted to corrupt him even more.

Jay had always been attractive, his knowledge was a plus point to it all. You absolutely loved his shy demeanor, no matter how comfortable you both got with each other, he could not help but blush around you.

Meanwhile, Jay was confused. He had never had girl problems before, so why did it feel so different when it came to you? Even more so when you were so good to him.

He loved how you took care of him in the most minimum way possible, you made him feel like he mattered, giving him motivational speeches (and your kisses were a cherry on top).

He knew it really well that the other students wanted to date you, or they wanted to be closer to you. Why wouldn’t they? You were perfect in their eyes, but this did not stop Jay from wanting more. He wanted you to claim him yours. You were beyond perfect in his eyes.

But he wondered if you’d ever be willing to like him back, to be with someone like him. Kissing was one thing, maybe you did it just to make him happy, but more?

He could only wish.

“All participants from the same school will be given one room to share, will it be okay for you both?” Ms. Hwang informed you both, also asking for your comfort.

Jay stiffened, he was sure to lose control if left alone with you at night.

“It’s alright for me ma’am,” you smiled.

“Yeah, for me too,” Jay shakily let out.

He wanted this, he finally decided, he’d even go as far as confessing his feelings for you.

“Alright then, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, right?” Ms. Hwang confirmed as you both nodded, you had to leave early tomorrow for the competition.

As you walked back home with Jay, saying that you’d drop him off, you spoke, “are you sure that you’ll be comfortable?” you asked as your fingers were interlocked with his, giving him butterflies.

“You’ll take care of me right?” He asked in a low whisper, suddenly stopping and looking at you.

He definitely meant more than the normal care but you were willing to give him anything.

“I will,” you promised with a smile, “I’ll take care of my pretty boy,” you said before pecking his lips and leaving him blushing on the sidewalk.

The next morning, he didn’t have to wake up, for, he didn’t get to sleep. That’s how excited he had been, the fact that you were going to be in the same room as him at night made him blush.

His excitement only grew when he saw you at the station wearing a skirt, it was short lived as Sunghoon came into view, holding your hand, holding your luggage with his other hand.

Jay frowned at the sight.

Sunghoon looked like your boyfriend with this setting, he did not like it a bit.

You spotted Jay in a second, smiling and hugging him without thinking much, it was not returned though.

You bit down your smile, making him jealous seemed like a great idea to you, knowing well how adorable and needy he is.

Naturally, Hoon got a cheek kiss as a goodbye while Jay had a frown plastered on his face, almost like a pout.

Your teacher came to the station soon, informing you that her seat is not near you both and telling you her seat number so you can approach her for anything you’d need.

You nodded and thanked her before getting into the train, which arrived right on time.

You sat down next to him on the express train, which gave you two hours to spend with him.

“What’s wrong?” You innocently asked him, your hand resting on his thick thigh.

“N—nothing.” His breath hitched as your hand neared his upper thighs.

You softly massaged that region, “you’ll be a good boy and tell me, won’t you?”

He shivered with the tone you had used, your hands making him feel weak in the knees.

He rushed to keep his backpack on his lap to hide his private area in case something went wrong.

He whined your name as quietly as possible, “tell me what's wrong, baby?” you asked again.

He grabbed your hand, staring at you with doe eyes as he placed it high up on his thigh, near to his hardening cock.

“Not so fast,” you said as you moved your hand away, “you’re not getting anything until you tell me what’s bothering you,” you urged him.

“I was jealous,” he whispered, red adorning his face.

“Yeah? Go on,” you hummed, softly brushing your fingers in his hardened and clothed member.

The thrill of you touching him in public only made his cock hard.

“You kissed Sunghoon,” he whined, placing his head on your shoulder, trying to calm himself from the pleasure he was receiving.

“Yes I did, and what about it?” You sped up, placing your hand on his cock, thankful that he had covered himself using the bag, so that others won’t be able to see you both.

It caused him to squirm in his seat.

“I—I wanted it too,” he struggled to form words.

“Being needy, are we now?” you chuckled as he softly moaned into your neck.

“What more do you want, pretty boy?” You asked, pleasuring him.

“Your kisses, y—your touch and—ah! You,” he barely spoke.

“That’s my good boy.”

You continued your actions for a few minutes, allowing him to release his mess without you having to touch him directly.

You looked at him in awe, you wanted him to be yours. Your baby boy.

“You did so well, baby,” you cooed at his teary face, kissing him swiftly.

“Go and clean up in the washroom, yeah?” You said and he nodded, somehow making his way towards the room.

He was clingy the entire ride, and it made you smile as you gave him all your attention.

“Did you like it?” you questioned.

He bit his lip, “yes, I did,” his answer was short as he was shying away again.

“How cute,” you said, “get me a list of things you like, yeah?” you requested him just before getting off at your destination.

The whole ride to the hotel was silent as your teacher was with you both, Jay still couldn’t think straight, his mind going back to when you touched him and how devastatingly good it felt.

“Here’s your room key, you are both free till tomorrow, so you can roam around a bit but be careful! Don’t forget to meet me at the same place at 11 am sharp with your proper attire on tomorrow,” Ms. Hwang commanded and you both nodded, leaving her to settle in her room.

After washing up and changing into comfortable clothes, you both sat down side by side at 9 pm. You noticed him writing something, but didn’t ask what it was, only looking at his face which had a cute pout, an expression he held whenever he was focused.

You settled down and scrolled through your messages on the phone to pass your time, even though deep inside, you wanted to spend time with Jay.

He soon came up to you, calling your name softly as you looked up at him.

He gently placed a note in your palm.

“I made the list,” he said, referring to the time you asked him to make a list of the things he liked back on the train.

You raised your brows, “come here,” you patted the place next to you before you grabbed his chin, making his heartbeat rise again.

“Let’s see now.” Holding the note in your other hand, you started reading, “degradation and praise kink? Oh, so you want to be called a dumb slut now?” you saw him nod and shiver, enjoying the way you called him a slut.

You wanted to ruin him.

“Choking? Who would have thought that our president ‘good boy’ would be into such filthy stuff,” your hand traveled from his chin to his neck, putting in a bit of pressure just enough for it to feel pleasurable.

Jay whined at the constricted feeling yet his eyes never left your face.

“You wanna be tied up? Cuffed even? And used as I wish?” Your eyes widened after reading his fantasies, the list amusing you beyond words.

You knew that Jay was willing to try stuff but you never expected it to be this wild, you loved it and you bit your lips as you looked his way.

“Please?” He requested you, eyes innocent.

“What do you want me to do, baby boy?” you finally asked as he gulped, coming closer to whisper something in your ear.

“Want you to touch me, please.”

“Like this?” You pulled him closer by the neck, your hand traveling down from his torso to his lower abdomen, and you noticed how he shivered with your touch.

“I—yes,” he let out desperately.

Switching to a better position, you got close to him, almost sitting on his lap as your fingers further trailed up to his mouth.

He was quick to part his lips, taking them in and sucking on your two digits, your head tilting as you noticed how devoted his look was, tongue swirling around your fingers.

“How cute,” you commented, amused with the boy, the same boy who you thought was innocent, however, that wasn’t the case.

All he wanted to do was to please you, and he wanted you to call him yours.

Your other hand rested on his thigh, soon going up and resting on his hard on, causing him to moan around your fingers.

“My needy pup, do you want me to take care of you?” You asked, loving how he reacted to your touch.

As you softly touched him through his sweatpants, he unconsciously jerked his hips forward, suppressing a moan.

“Let me hear it, I need your answer,” you slowed down your actions, causing him to whine.

“Yes! I w—want that so much,” he said out loud, as you took your fingers out of his mouth, wrapping them around his throat.

“Good, now, don’t move, and don’t you dare suppress your pretty noises, am I clear?” you asked for confirmation.

He nodded swiftly as you removed his pants.

His hard member came into view, thick and veiny, begging to be touched. Jay bit back his moans as you teased his tip with your thumb, your fingers wrapping around his length before you bent down to softly swirl your tongue on it, your eyes never leaving his.

“Fuck,” he cursed out loud as you took him in your mouth.

“Good boys don’t use bad language, do they?” You said slapping his dick. Your slender fingers gripped his neck again, this time capturing him in a passionate kiss.

“Y—yes,” he whispered against your lips.

“Open your mouth,” you ordered and he complied, you spat in his mouth, observing how it traveled down his tongue, “swallow it.”

And he did, opening his mouth again to show you the same, causing you to smirk.

“Such a good slut for me.” You kissed him as he whimpered at the degradation coming out of your sweet mouth.

He also whined at the lack of your attention to his cock.

He was needy, and you loved it. You had wanted to take care of him from the very start, seeing the boy in front of you, all naked, you wondered how he’d look full of your lipstick marks, which you’ll leave on his sweet hickeys.

You slowly started stroking his cock again, taking him in your mouth whilst massaging his balls. His breathing got heavier by each second, face red and voice shaky as he took your name sweetly.

Tears stained his rosy cheeks due to the immense pleasure he received, it was unlike ever before, his hands never felt this good, this perfect.

What made it better was the fact that it was you who was touching him, who was making him go crazy.

He liked you so much.

You felt him twitching and you got down to take him in your mouth before saying, “cum in my mouth baby boy,” and he did, moaning your name in the process as you hungrily gulped everything he had to offer.

You got up with a small smile on your face, seeing how he had closed his eyes, lip bitten and his chest heaving up and down.

You softly cupped his face, his eyes opening with your gentle touch.

“How are you feeling?” You asked him with a small smile, thumb caressing his cheek.

“Euphoric,” your laughter bloomed at his answer, a shy smile on his face, “can we do more?” He asked.

Your eyes softened at how vulnerable he looked at the given moment, and you knew if you’d do more, then you’ll probably won’t ever let go of him.

You kissed his forehead, “win that debate with me tomorrow and I’ll give you your victory gift, alright?”

He whined, not wanting to wait till tomorrow, but agreed nevertheless.

“C’mere, let’s get you cleaned up.” You took him to the bathroom, asking him to stay still as you cleaned him up, ensuring that he felt okay and you laughed whenever he felt ticklish at your touch.

“Can we cuddle at least?” He asked before sleeping, he loved being close to you. He had given you most of his firsts without any hesitation, and he was willing to give you even more. You grinned and took him in your arms, you both drifting off to dreamland soon.

Jay’s heartbeat clearly out of control as he only got closer to you, taking in your scent and watching you sleep, softly saying.

“I wanna be yours.”

The next morning was in a frenzy as you both tried to cramp up last minute information before your awaited debate.

Jay kept shying around after last night, and you had to pull him back and ask him to look into your eyes, making him laugh.

You couldn't help but notice how hot Jay looked in a black blazer, wondering if it was the same guy who begged you to touch him last night.

More importantly, you were also aware of that one girl who kept staring at Jay as you waited for your turn at the big auditorium where the competition was being held.

She was just behind you in the line, meaning, she might be your rival team for the final round, where you had reached with ease, courtesy of Jay.

Not being able to handle her constant stares and shy whispering about Jay, you rolled your eyes as you turned to him, calling out his name.

He turned to look at you, his face looked so innocent it made you want to smile, that’s the exact second you decided to peck him, tips of his ears turning red instantly

“W—what was that for?” He asked wide eyed, checking if someone saw you both.

“Just a good luck kiss for my baby,” you spoke loud enough for the girl to hear. A satisfactory smirk rested on your face as you saw her frown from the corner of your eyes.

Your turn came by soon, you listed out all the cons about the given subtopic with Jay smoothly.

However, you got stuck at the doubt round where the judges had to ask you questions, it was smooth until that one last question came up, which you had no idea how to answer.

You looked at Jay with worried eyes, but he kept his composure, remembering that particular piece of information from that one morning he made extra notes before going to your place, which he answered with full confidence, earning applause from the seated judges, and also you, a proud smile adorned your face.

You were sent back to the waiting area where you gushed about how cool Jay looked while answering with such confidence.

“It’s nothing,” he said, trying to act as if his ears weren’t turning red at your compliment.

“You’ll always be my shy baby,” you gently laughed.

He adorably rested his head on your shoulder as you praised him for being so intelligent while waiting for the result declaration.

“Now, for the most awaited first position, congratulations to ms. L/N and Mr. Park, from the Decelis Academy, Seoul!” The announcer declared.

You hugged him with joy, taking his hands in yours as you went on stage to accept the trophy, your teacher cheering and clicking pictures of you both from the audience seat.

Jay was overjoyed, somewhat because of winning the competition, but mostly for the reward that awaited him tonight. You both hugged again and got your trophy, Ms. Hwang treated you to dinner afterwards, being proud of you both and informing your principal at once.

Now that you were alone in your hotel room, without any distractions, you could easily see through Jay and how he was trying his best not to mention the reward you had promised you’d give him.

You smirked.

“My baby is so smart, shouldn’t he be rewarded now?” You asked, getting closer to him as he gulped down his nervousness.

“Please,” he breathed out.

“Please what, baby? Use your big words to tell me how you wish to be rewarded?” you encouraged him.

“Please, I want you,” he whimpered.

Your hands wandered around his torso, unbuttoning him one by one just to test his patience. He started helping you unbutton him, but you stopped him grabbing his cheeks.

“Did I give you permission to do anything?” You asked sharply while he shook his head, saying no.

“Be a good boy for me, yeah?” He nodded as your lips captured him into a deep kiss, your fingers gripped his hair while he held on to your waist, low hums and grunts were heard as you started grinding on him.

“Fuck me, please!” He cried out loud,

“Undress me,” you ordered.

He shakily took off your white blouse, leaving you in your lace bra, his eyes fixated on your body, and how pretty you looked in lace.

“Can I touch you?” He asked for your permission, you nodded.

He removed the remaining of your clothes and softly trailed his fingers down your body, as if trying to memorize you. Holding his hand, you guided him towards your wet pussy.

“Prep me, baby,” you instructed him as he hesitantly touched your core, spreading your juices in a circular motion.

He observed how you bit down on your lips and closed your eyes. Getting further validation from you, he pushed in a finger, slowly pumping it, he soon added another digit, his fingers curling inside of you sending you into bliss.

You felt your high nearing, “fuck, Jay I want to cum on your cock,” you said switching your positions so that you were straddling him, he cried out loud as your wet cunt came in contact with his throbbing dick.

“Moan louder, babyboy, tell everyone who the winner is tonight,” you said against his lips.

That let him loose, lewd sounds filled up the room.

“Louder,” you encouraged him, finally letting him enter inside you.

Your walls clenched around his thick member, adjusting to his size. You looked at him for permission.

“Please, you can move,” he allowed you.

Without wasting much of a second, you started riding him, your tits bouncing up and down in the process.

Jay couldn’t think straight anymore, his mind was corrupted by you, small dumb mumbles leaving his mouth and he loved how you were being equally soft and rough with him, considering it was his first time.

“Moan louder before I stop,” you threatened him, finally causing him extra stimulation when you clenched around him.

The pleasure was enough for his tears to run free, his cheeks blotchy with red speckles all over, and he moaned, just like you had wanted him to.

“Good boy,” you kept muttering, loving his sweet and needy voice.

“Let me cum, please?” He asked for your permission.

That is when you got off him.

“Not so fast, baby,” you replied with a peck on his lips.

Harsh whimpers left his mouth as you slowly stroked his leaking dick for the next few minutes.

“Please,” he begged after he couldn’t take it anymore, his dick twitching with how close he was.

“Impatient slut,” you slid into him again, your walls contracting around him, it was too much for him to take in.

You fastened your pace, “I’m about to—” he cried.

“Hold it in,” you warned, loved how he closed his eyes shut.

It was so fun teasing him.

You decided to be a bit gentle with him now that he was close, just like you.

“Cum inside me, love,” you encouraged

With a few more bounces, and his thrusts from below, he muttered a string of curses, emptying inside of you as you reached your high just a moment later.

You cupped his cheeks, not getting up but looking deep into his eyes.

“You did so well, I’ll arrange a nice hot bath for you to relax, yeah?” you softly caressed his cheeks.

He weakly nodded, still high from the activities done minutes back. Soon, you helped him into the tub, sitting on his lap as you softly washed his hair for him while he stared at you with stars in his eyes.

“What’s it?” you quietly asked, a small smile on your face.

“Thank you,” he pecked you, this time with adoration, catching you off guard as your heartbeat rose.

“I did nothing,” you smiled at him as he returned it.

You traced his red bruises, applying lotion to them and giving him a massage as well. Jay was thankful to say the least, eyes on your face.

“You’re staring,” you noted.

“You’re pretty,” he said, lowering his eyes as he did so.

“God, you’re so cute.” You kissed him softly, a shy smile gracing his face as you wrapped him in a towel.

“Come on, let’s sleep,” you patted the space near you.

“Can we cuddle?” he excitedly asked and you brightly nodded, taking him into your arms.

The room was silent, however, it felt comfortable, especially when you could feel Jay’s warmth in your arms.

“Y/N?” He called out your name.

You hummed, “yeah?”

“What are we?” he asked as he sat up to look at you.

“What do you mean?” you asked, also sitting up.

“I—what’s our relationship?” he gulped as he asked that, not sounding too confident, wondering if he’d be rejected.

“What do you want us to be?” you questioned, raising your brows.

Being with Jay was like a rollercoaster, you had grown a liking to him, more than you would like to admit.

His demure ways made you adore him, but he never hesitated to put a brave front for you and those cute efforts of his made you fall for him even more.

“I want us to be more than just friends,” he admitted.

You had bewitched Jay since the day you first talked to him, and the feeling only grew. He looked forward to spending time with you and soon it turned into yearning. He wanted to hold you in his arms and call you his, not wanting to share you with anyone else (ahem, Sunghoon), the phase might have been of only two months, but that was enough for him to fall for you.

“What’s more than friends?” you teased.

He pouted without even trying to, wondering if you were trying to ignore the topic because you didn’t want him, but seeing his expression, you frowned.

“Be my boyfriend,” you suddenly blurted out, not regretting it after.

Jay’s eyes widened comically, “w—what?”

You took a deep breath and laughed lightly, “Jay, baby, you’re so precious to me. Fuck! I like you so much, please be mine?” you expectantly stared at him.

His lips turned upwards and into the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face as he leaned forward and kissed you wordlessly, conveying his answer through it.

The kiss was deep and meaningful, “yes! yes, yes!” he squealed as you kissed him again.

“Hey, boyfriend,” you smiled.

“Hey, girlfriend,” he spoke with confidence, melting your heart as you pulled him down and into a hug which soon turned into a cuddling session.

Both of you fell asleep with smiles on your faces, your arms holding him tight.

Even after the competition, he couldn’t help but miss you every second of his day, texting you constantly, calling you at night just to stare at you during the two day holidays you had gotten.

The next time you met was after the competition was three days later at the school.

Jay saw Sunghoon approaching you, but he was faster as he stood in front of you, causing your eyes to widen at his sudden entry.

“Hi, baby,” he cooly said before placing a kiss on your lips.

You laughed at his childish behaviour as you see Sunghoon fuming from a distance.

“Getting protective, are we now?” you raised your eyebrow.

“You’re mine,” he tried to sound authoritative, but his voice came out in a whine.

“I’m yours,” you laughed, kissing him softly.

Safe to say, Sunghoon left after the little show Jay had put up and soon, the whole school knew about you two dating, half of them crying about how wrong the pairing is, you couldn’t care less though.

Jay was everything you needed and more, and you were going to cherish him for the rest of your life.

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Bring You're Kid To Work Day Maria Hill Edition

Maria Hill x (15 year old) daughter!reader

Request:

Warnings-NOne, fluff, a sugar rush, giggles, protests, whining.

Extra Pairings:

Avengers x Hill!reader

Not my Gif*

Steve walked in with a plate of cookies. COOKIES! Maria swiped them from Steve, hoping to hid them from-

"COOKIES" Y/n, Maria's 15 year old daughter shouted from her spot on the ground.

"Oh god." Maria picked her head up, smiling at her little girl. "Yes, my friend Steve brought them for-" She looked at Steve.

"B-both of you guys." He smiled at Y/n.

"Oh my gosh, I have wanted cookies since last week." Y/n shot her mom a quick glance.

"I told you I looked down that aisle four times. How am I suppose to know they are behind a big box of healthy snacks."

"It's their tactic to keep us on a diet. But I've told you about this before."

"Okay, well I can't remember everything. You know that." Taking a cookie and going back to her seat, Y/n says,

"Well you should." And to make sure her mother doesn't hear she adds a quick, "Thanks Steve."

"You're welcome." Steve gives Maria a nod before ducking out and almost instantly someone else walks right back in.

"There she is! The infamous Y/n Hill. If only Maria told us she had a kid. Maybe you'd be an Avenger by now."

"Really?"

"No." Maria butts in, giving Tony Stark a look. "I think Fury needs you, he is on the other end of the hall." She points down the way. Tony hands Y/n a crusty popsicle that he probably found on the ground and leaves the room. Maria walks over and hands her daughter a cookie in exchange for the lolly. She throws it away, despite Y/n's protests. "No, you're not eating that thing. It's not even food."

"Mooooooom!" Y/n huffs.

"Hey, no whining, come on, we're in public. And you're a big girl." Y/n pouts at Maria. "My big girl." She ruffles your hair. Y/n takes another cookie and walked out the door and down the hall. Maria listens from her desk. She hears people greet her and her daughter's laughter as she traveled down the hallway. Hearing Tony again, and Monica, Carol, Wanda, even Vision's, offering her a brownie. And Maria knew bringing her kid to work was gonna be more mothering than work as Y/n walked in with a plate of cookies, a smile and Vision with Wanda on his heels. Come to say hi.

"Hi!" Wanda cheers!

"Mom look what I found!" She showed her mom the plate, offering her one. Which she declines, seeing the chocolate smeared on Y/n's face. She goes to wipe it off, which Y/n avoids, scrunching her face.

"Okay, I have to be at training, 3 minutes ago. She kisses Vision on the cheek and gives Maria and her daughter a smile as she exits.

"I shall be on my way too. Good to see you, Miss Hill." Vision waves good bye to you and your mom.

Over the next few hours it seems you just started to bounce off the walls after finishing BOTH the brownies and cookie plates. With Maria's help, but mostly your own.

"Mommomomomomomomomom-"

"Babe." She held one hand out to you, the other trying to hold herself together. "Please. If you don't specifically need me, don't call my name."

"Mom?" Maria took a breath.

"Yes?"

"I don't know I just wanted to say your name"

"That's-" You were now running down the hall saying, as it echoed across the walls,

"Look mom nooo haaaaands!" Running with your arms flailing about behind you. Giggling you ran back into her office running around to jump into her chair, trying to, but fitting awkwardly in her lap. Maria just let you go, knowing you would crash soon enough. And 30 minutes later you were asleep on the ground. Thor had come in to gift you surprise birthday cake flavored pop tarts but you asleep. So he left. Maria wasn't even able to greet him before he was marching back down the hall. He came back in, gently putting a small blanket on your back. Maria smiled. She finally felt how the rest of her colleagues did. She realized that they were all just big family. And they all love Y/n just like she does.

After Thor left again, Maria took a photo of her sleeping baby. She smiled and watched her sleep peacefully. Turning out the lights she left to go talk with her family right down the way.

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Taking a Bath (Stinky 'Lil Grim Edition!)

Other Parts of This Series: Part 1 (Second Years) // Part 2 (Third years) // Part 3 (First Years) // Part 4 (Coming Soon) // Bonus Chapter (This One!)

Synopsis: After Grim comes home covered in a strange-smelling sludge, you become locked into a battle of wills to get him clean again.

Words: 800 (Drabble)

Rating: G (All other parts listed are rated T, just to be safe.)

Tags: Reader’s body not described, no pronouns used for reader, tooth-rotting platonic fluff, I wuv my nasty stinky little kitten baby, if you have ever tried to bathe a cat this is what they would say if you spoke the same language basically.

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Grim was covered in… something. He refused to say what exactly this sticky sludge that got caught in his fur was, but it had a sweet smell and you had the distinct impression that it happened in the Heartslabuyl kitchen. 

Okay, breathe. 

Just calm down, you would ask about whatever the hell he had gotten up to later, right now you were going to help. 

Yowling and begging you not to get him wet, Grim struggles against your arms as you try to lower him into the steaming waters of the Ramshackle tub.

You knew that he was a fire monster, but before he said that he was safe as long as his ears stayed aflame, so you were pretty confident that water would absolutely not kill him, despite the colorful names that he was calling you while you tried to wrestle the fantasy feline into the basin.

“Grim, settle down! There is no other way to get you clean!” You yelled.

The sudden noise finally got him to slip and gave the upper hand. Seeing an opening, you took the opportunity to dunk him into the water. To your relief you already see some of the goo coming off of him.

“I coulda died! Died of hate and sadness! From the number one henchman betraying poor Grim!” He wailed, flailing around his stubby arms in overdramatic splashes. 

He looked quite pathetic, with his fluff smoothed down he looked a bit more like a rat than a cat. Paired with the way that Grim’s lower lip quivered in barely suppressed tears did make you feel a little bad.

Not bad that you had to bathe him, that was definitely his fault. Just bad that he was sad right now. Though since you still didn’t know what he did to make this happen, you couldn’t let yourself feel too sympathetic for him yet either.

“Grim, come on. It will be over quicker if you cooperate. Now do you want the milk and honey soap or the sea breeze?” You say, holding both bottles up to Grim for him to examine. 

With an indignant sniff, Grim pointed at the milk and honey bottle and you began lathering it up with your hands. 

“I promise I will get you a snack from Sam’s store when you’re clean, okay?” You said with a sigh, you didn’t want to pull your trump card out this early, but you didn’t want to have to get your poor shirt any more soaked than it already was either.

“...shrimp chips.” Grim mumbled, turning his back towards you so you could begin scrubbing at the mats on his ruff, “‘...’an I want the cheese sandwich too.” 

You nodded and made a sound of agreement. Thankfully he picked relatively cheap things.

Scrubbing off all the muck was quicker than expected, so you were able to hoist Grim out of the bath without too much fuss. You toweled him down (which thankfully he cooperated with) and then took your blow dryer and brush out to get any remaining tangles. 

Once Grim was properly fluffy and puffy, he seemed significantly happier. Singing a little nonsensical tune about shrimp chips and cheese sandwiches and the dance they would do in his tummy. 

“So are you going to tell me what you did?” You asked.

"No!'

You crossed your arms and huffed. "I guess that you really didn't want that cheese sandwich, then?" You asked, dangling your wallet just out of Grim's reach.

Grim made an irritated face, but you could hear the mumble of confession.

“...tripped Trey when he was makin’ jam.” Grim muttered, eyes fixed on the ground and shoulders hunched up towards his ears.

“IT WAS ACTUALLY AN ACCIDENT?” You screeched in laughter, causing Grim’s hackles to raise defensively as his hair poofed up to attention.

“How was I s‘posed to know that Trey had jam?” Grim yelled back.

You continued giggling as you picked up your little monster friend and tucked him in your arm, giving him a little smooch on his forehead. 

“You’re right Grim, I’m sorry. You are my favorite powerful magic user.” You said, actively trying to still the shake of your shoulders.

Grim nodded in satisfaction as the quietest rumble of a purr started coming from his little body.

“As long as you know how great I am.” Grim says with a satisfied grin.

“Of course, The Great Grim.” You say, bouncing him slightly in your arms for effect.

“Wadda ya think of ‘Grim the Gregarious and Grand’?”

“‘Grim The Grubby’ or ‘Grim The Greasy’ maybe.”

“WHAT IS THAT S’POSED TO MEAN?” 

You sighed and opted to scratch Grim behind the ears rather than reply to that comment. He was still glaring at you, but the purring had never stopped.

“I love you, Grim.”

“...I love you too, henchman. Now get me my shrimp chips.”

“Yes, Grim.” You sigh, opening the door of Sam’s shop to find something to satisfy the little demon.

It was an eventful day, but when both of you curled up to go to bed and Grim snuggled under your arm, loudly purring all the while, you knew you couldn’t complain.

With another little smooch on top of Grim’s fluffy head, you drift off into a sweet and comfortable slumber, thinking of jam, shrimp chips and cheese sandwiches.

And that's the bonus chapter! I don't think that I had put Grim in as an option to be tagged for fics, so I'll leave you all alone for now. (Part 4 is gonna be some of the staff, stay tuned!

Let me know what you all wanna see next! Love you, reader!

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[anticomedygarden]

some people say they will never believe another promise they hear in the dark

Cash just got off a sudden eight hour flight. He is soaked and tired. Somehow, that isn't his biggest problem, but Shaan may have some comfort to offer.

(or that night at Kensington from Cash's perspective)

also posted on ao3

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title from billy joel's 'an innocent man'

all of the dialogue between the beginning and them actually entering the palace is taken from the book, and because it is killing me not to properly cite it:

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: Collector's Edition: A Novel. St. Martin's Publishing Group, 2022.

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As soon as they pulled up to Kensington, Cash and Alex stepped out of the car into a downpour, and Shaan, the bastard, was the only person standing in the way of the warm, dry palace. He, of course, had an umbrella.

"Mr. Claremont-Diaz," he said. "What a treat."

Predictably, Alex didn't waste any time on formalities. "Move, Shaan."

"Ms. Bankston called ahead to warn me that you were on the way." Of course she did, Cash thought. Thank God. "As you might have guessed by the ease with which you were able to get through our gates. We thought it best to let you kick up a fuss somewhere more private."

"Move." Again, with the patience.

Shaan smiled, and Cash really thought he might throttle him. Maybe he should be the next one on the eight hour flight into the pouring rain. "You're aware it's quite late, and it's well within my power to have security remove you. No member of the royal family has invited you into the palace."

"Bullshit," Alex said through his teeth. "I need to see Henry."

Cash prepared to be arrested and vowed to never, ever tell Zahra exactly what Alex said tonight.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. The prince does not wish to be disturbed.

"Goddammit Henry!" Even better, Alex started yelling directly up to what was presumably Henry's bedroom window. {"Henry, you motherfucker!"

Cash finally decided it was time to step in, not that it would help. "Alex."

He was ignored. "Henry, you piece of shit, get your ass down here!"

"You are making a scene." Shaan said, not looking all that put out.

"Yeah?" Alex said, not quieting at all despite Cash's concerns. "How 'bout I just keep yelling and we see which of the papers show up first!"

Zahra was going to have a heart attack (if Cash didn't first).

Alex turned back to the window and started flailing his arms, too. "Henry! Your Royal fucking Highness!"

Shaan touched a finger to his earpiece. "Team Bravo, we've got a situa-"

Just then, Henry appeared in the doorway, not looking much better than Cash felt right then. "For Christ's sake, Alex, what are you doing?"

Alex stopped moving, stopped yelling, finally, his mouth still open.

He dropped his arms. "Tell him to let me in."

Henry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's fine. He can come in."

"Thank you," he said, looking at Shaan just so he could have the last word, little shit. They all walked into the palace, Henry and Alex up a massive staircase and Cash following Shaan through the empty hallways, though the word empty was honestly generous. A better description might have been cavernous. At over 6 feet tall, Cash could stretch out both arms and not ever touch a wall, and, as a man who had personally experienced the opulence and greed of the American upper-class Republican party, he wondered why anyone would ever want that. He thought about Sir George Coppin and William III and Mary II and centuries of royals who had walked these walls and attempted to feel a lick of guilt about the mud and rainwater he was tracking through them. Oh, well.

After passing half a dozen nearly identical doors, Shaan finally led them into one that was, upon further inspection, a small kitchen. A marble top island sat in the center of the room surrounded by stools with a large black fridge, oven, sink, and counter to the right. Cash was a bit surprised by how modern it looked, though he wasn't sure exactly what he was expecting. A brick oven set over a fireplace, maybe? A giant portrait of King George III? Really, he didn't know.

"You can sit down, if you'd like," Shaan said, already taking a place at the kitchen island. Cash pulled out a stool and sat down heavily across from him.

"You think they're gonna work out whatever this is?" Cash asked, wincing when he heard a shout, probably from Alex. If anyone's lungs could transcend the distance from here to Henry's bedroom, it was Alex.

Across from him, Shaan sighed sadly, betraying more emotion in a single breath than Cash had ever seen from the man, and he began to wonder if the last ten minutes were simply for show. "It may not matter if they do."

It was, Cash knew, the truth, no matter how much he wished it weren't. "I've never seen him so happy," he noted.

He knew it was incredibly cliché, but it was the truth. The kid had always been excited, maybe a little too excited, actually, but since things with Henry had gotten...important, so to speak, he'd been happy. Really happy. Not that he wasn't before, exactly, but, honestly?...He really wasn't.

Before, happy wasn't something Alex always had time for. Now, somehow between the DNC, classes, fundraisers, and media appearances, Alex had started making time for happy, and that happy came in the form of Henry. Prince Henry of Wales.

Cash knew exactly what would happen if that suddenly went away. Alex would run himself right into the ground.

When Shaan turned his shadowed face to Cash, he knew the other man was thinking the same thing. "For Henry as well." He paused, a pained look crossing his face. "I am afraid that no matter the outcome of tonight, the fallout will be devastating."

Cash couldn't help but agree.

They lapsed into silence, at least until Alex's voice speared into the room. "-fucking love you, okay?"

Groaning, Cash said, "I'm so sorry."

Shaan waved him away. "Don't worry about it. No one else in the palace should be able to hear them." Something appeared to dawn on him. "Although, Philip and Martha are here, so we can't allow them to get too loud." At Cash's uneasy look, Shaan said, "They're staying on the other side of the palace. I wouldn't be too worried."

Cash nodded. "That's good."

A couple more minutes of tense silence later, Shaan said, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Coffee, if you have it." Shaan looked at him oddly. "If this turns ugly, I should probably be awake for it."

He didn't know what he was more worried about: the fight turning violent (unlikely), or Alex and Henry waking up Philip, and that encounter turning violent (much more likely).

Shaan nodded in understanding and turned the coffee maker on. "How do you take it?"

"Black."

For a while, the only noise was the sound of the coffee maker working, leaving Cash to wonder how the fuck he was gonna explain this all to Zahra. Maybe, if they didn't break up and Alex came out the other side relatively unscathed, Cash could make him explain it all with very little remorse. If they didn't, well...Zahra may not be the biggest problem.

To Cash's surprise, the next voice was unmistakably Henry's.

"I don't want it!" He couldn't imagine what that was about, and he really didn't want to know. There were more shouts, but Cash couldn't make them out.

"Didn't know he could get that loud," he said instead.

Shaan sighed again and set a mug down in front of him. "Alex seems to bring it out in him."

Cash snorted and took a sip of coffee, reveling in the bitter taste as he felt the warmth seep into his bones and wake him back up. "He brings it out in everybody."

There was a lull in the shouts, and Cash hoped they might be winding down, but of course Alex started up again.

Thankfully, they didn't last as long this time, tapering off into angry hisses, until there was a sudden thud noise.

Cash was already halfway to the door before he registered the other noises being made: a groan, some stumbling, and the vivid sound of bed springs.

Shawn stood then, obviously eager to not hear them anymore. "Let me show you where you'll be staying tonight."

Cash nodded. "That sounds great," he said, a bit too loud, for now there was the horrifying sound of quiet crying and far more vibrant moans.

Quickly, Shaan led him down even more identical hallways - he couldn't get out of this place if he tried - and eventually landed on a dark wooden door indistinguishable from the ones next to it. Blessedly, he couldn't hear the boys anymore.

"I'll come get you in the morning provided your charge doesn't decide to leave before then." Shaan's voice had gone flat again, but Cash thought he saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "If you need anything, you have my number."

"Thanks," Cash said, the for not telling anyone higher up about this, hanging between them.

Shaan's mouth quirked up in a half smile, and he turned to go. "Of course."

Watching Shaan disappear down the immense hallway, Cash sincerely hoped they could find a way out of this mess without complete devastation, but he knew it wasn't likely.

Maybe, though, they could at least make sure they got through it alive.

#firstprince #rwrb #red white and royal blue #casey mcquiston #fanfic #rwrb fanfic #firstprince fanfic #ao3 link #my fic #my writing #my fanfic #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry and alex #henry x alex #alex x henry #rwrb fic #firstprince fic #fluff #angst #humor #shaan srivastava #cash rwrb #funny

[thewarriorspecial]

It's All Good

*Archive Edition* Previously only linked to AO3, full work now available under the cut.

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Rating: Explicit | Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner

Additional Tags: Friends With Benefits, Booty Calls, Spanking, Aftercare, Aromantic Guy

Kyle badly wants to indulge a kink he's shy about. Guy's an old friend and he doesn't get tied up in strings. Guy's just the right guy to take care of Kyle.

(I couldn't sleep because I'm having surgery in the morning and I'm freaked out so enjoy some coping via otp! Cotping? Is that good? Did I do a funny? Gonna try to sleep again. Hope this is good!)

“I mean, I don’t…I don’t do this very often.” Kyle says into the phone, palm pressed to his forehead like he can somehow keep the embarrassment he feels from waterfalling out. He can’t believe he’s hitting up his best friend for a booty call. This is some kind of new low.

“You don’t have to justify anything with me, kid,” Guy’s voice crackles through the speaker.

Kid. Kyle loves and hates how that makes him feel all at once.

“We’ll still be cool, right? Like, nothings gonna change between us?”

“I dunno, you might fall in love with me,” Guy laughs.

“You know what I mean,” Kyle hisses and Guy can feel the kid rolling his eyes.

“I know. I do. We’re good.” Silence from the other end. Just Kyle’s shaky breathing. “So.” Guy’s voice rumbles, low and hot, “Tell me what you like.”

“I don’t know. I just—“ Kyle sighs.

“There’s no one here but us. You know I’ll be good to you. I won’t tell anybody shit. Just talk to me, honey.”

“I know. I know I—I trust you.”

“Good, good.”

“Well, something I like is, um. It’s—I don’t get to very often. I mean, I don’t really bring it up. I get enough shit, you know?”

“Go ahead.”

“I just…it’s just…This is hard, you know!”

“So am I.” The rustle of clothes that accompanies Kyle’s shy laugh tells Guy the kid is covering his eyes. Judging by the subtle creak in the background, he’s flailing all over his bed—probably threw one of his arms over his face. A real pretty picture. “Buddy, if you don’t tell me soon I’m gonna start guessing and I’m definitely gettin’ started without you.”

Kyle’s laugh is far away and muffled this time. He pulled the phone away from his covered face as he was wracked with involuntary, embarrassed giggling. His breath is faster and louder when he puts the receiver to his ear again. “Really?” He breathes.

“Oh really. Very, actually. I’m proud’a myself for keeping my hands to myself all those years you lived with me.”

“Yeah?” It’s so soft Guy barely hears it.

Of course the twelve on the other end of the line is fretting about being a six. Typical. “You’re hot. Period. I’ve always wanted to play with you.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?!” Kyle’s voice gets embarrassingly high and he thinks his eyes might bug out of his head. 

“I was sure you were straight.”

“I mean, I am. I love women. I still date women.”

“So do I.” Comes the easy, breezy reply.

The sigh that rushes out of Kyle’s nose is both amused and relieved; Guy remembers the sound. “That’s what I like about you Guy. You get it.”

“You just like me for my big, huge, throbbin' brain.” That earns Guy a real, full laugh. “Definitely not objectifyin’ my bangin’ bod.” Kyle laughs again and Guy can hear him get up and start pacing his apartment. Good. A mobile Kyle is a happy Kyle. “So come on, tell your bestie what you like in the sack.”

“Well, it’s—“ Kyle starts and the sound of a glass hitting countertop and liquid pouring interrupts his words for a moment. Kyle takes an audible chug of what Guy assumes is liquor and heaves another sigh. “I want you to spank me,” he blurts out.

“No problem.”

“Thats—really?”

“Really. Bring that tight little ass over here and drink some real hooch with your friend.”

——

Kyle’s distinct knock of shave-and-a-haircut raps through the living room and Guy jumps up at the sound. He opens the door and is treated to the sight of Kyle leaning in the doorway. He forgets sometimes that Kyle’s actually a little taller and he takes a moment to admire the way his tight, lean body fills the doorframe. 

Kyle’s really done up for this little booty call. He’s got on one of Guy’s favorite outfits—the Nine Inch Nails t-shirt under the leather jacket and the way, way too tight jeans. Fuck. Kyle is hot.

“You gonna invite me in or were you planning on doing this in the hallway?”

Guy steps aside as he says, “Hey, If you’re into being watched I’ll call a few friends.”

Kyle’s confident stride stutters as he’s struck through with a surge of lust at the thought. He whips around to say something snarky but nothing comes out. His pretty mouth works for a moment and his heart shaped face flushes.

“That good, huh?”

When Kyle smiles, he smiles with his whole body. The smile that starts in his eyes spreads to his full lips, tips his head back, relaxes his shoulders and causes him to rock his weight from heel to heel. It’s the way these little details about his best friend warm Guy heart that makes him think, this must be something like what love feels for romantic people. He can’t imagine, even for a second, cuffing his expressive friend in any kind of captivity. Kyle needs to love and be loved to flourish. If anybody ever put his fire out Guy’s gonna put their fuckin eyes out.

“So?” Kyle asks as he rocks back and forth, nervous yet excited, “How do you wanna do this?”

“Lets talk about it,” Guy nods to the kitchen island where two glasses and a bottle of expensive liquor are already waiting. Kyle leans on the counter and spins his glass with his finger.

“Well, like I was kinda saying before, I really don’t do this a lot.”

“Hook-ups or kinky stuff?” Guy asks as he pours his drink and playfully stills Kyle’s glass to fill it as well.

“The—well. Both.”

“That’s cool. No judgin’ from me. You know that.”

Kyle hangs his head and pushes his thick hair out of his face. It bounces right back into place. “I feel so uncool.”

“Well,” Guy teases loudly with a shrug, “You’re still hot. So.” He dramatically protects his glass as he turns away from Kyle’s play-punch. “Alright, alright, so tell me this. What’s allowed and what’s not allowed?”

“Okay. Um, I don’t want to actually—” Kyle waves his hands in a vague way. Guy raises an eyebrow and sips his drink, waiting for Kyle to elaborate. Kyle laughs and continues, “I don’t want to actually, well, fuck.”

“Cool.” Guy sets his glass down and leans both arms on the counter, unconsciously mirroring Kyle’s position. 

“And um, I don’t know if I want to get fully naked. But maybe? Maybe just a little at a time.”

“That’s cool, too.”

“Okay,” Kyle’s smile is slow and shy when he looks up. “So, I kind of picture it like, I don’t know. We warm up somehow—drinks is nice by the way—“ Guy simply responds by raising his glass with a smug smile, “and then I wanna lay across your lap and then, you know.”

“And then what?” Guy’s lopsided grin grows even wider.

“You know! Thats—I want you to spank me.” Kyle’s words rush out in a hushed tone.

“I fuckin love hearing you say that.”

Kyle stands up straight, downs what’s in his glass in one go. He walks the length of the kitchen island, putting himself into Guy’s space. His eyes dart back and forth between Guy’s, not sure where he wants to look. His lip press together and he swallows. He looks down at Guy’s wide chest, lays a hand on the thin material of Guy’s tank top—feels the heat radiating through. He looks back up again with his big, brown eyes, “I want you to spank me.” And this time his voice is strong and clear.

Guy makes a sound somewhere between a purr and a chuckle, “Is kissin’ allowed?” He asks in a soft rumble.

“Oh yeah,” Kyle’s head is already tilting, his eyes already sliding closed. 

This close, Kyle’s smells intoxicating. The mint and vetiver cologne he’s wearing blends with the sun-warmed leather jacket and the liquor on his breath. 

Guy tilts his chin up to meet Kyle’s lips with his own. He winds his thick fingers in Kyle’s silky hair and pulls him close. There are so many things he wants to do to his pretty ex-roomate and  there’s entirely too little time in a day, in a lifetime. He pushes Kyle against the counter, pushes himself between Kyle’s legs and Kyle lets himself be moved. 

Kyle sinks into Guy’s broad frame and drapes his arms over the redhead’s shoulders. He opens his mouth, licking against Guy’s lips. But Guy ducks his head and starts sucking a bruise into the elegant curve of Kyle’s neck. Kyle digs his fingers into Guy’s shoulders. He drags his nails up and down Guy’s scalp, twisting the short hair between his knuckles and making Guy growl.

Guy drags his teeth over the mark he made before he decides to bite down. Kyle groans and grinds their hips together. He drapes his weight over Guy like he’s trying to decide if he wants to just climb him. 

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Kyle gasps.

Guy smashes his lips roughly against Kyle’s ear and growls, “You don’t want me to bend you over right here? Right in front of the kitchen window?” When Kyle shivers Guy chuckles darkly. He runs his hands greedily over Kyle’s shivering waist, down and down until he has two hands full of Kyle’s perfect ass. “Kidding, kidding,” he says softly as he starts to lift Kyle up. 

“Hey!” Kyle’s indignant squeak dissolves into a giggle, “What are you doing?”

“I’m draggin’ ya to my cave to do nasty things to ya.” Guy carries Kyle effortlessly to the bedroom and drops him onto the plush, king size bed. He drops himself onto the edge of the bed and pats his lap. 

Kyle runs his hand through his hair again and he bites his lip. 

“C’mere,” Guy beckons Kyle with a finger.

Kyle sits up on his knees, a mischievous look in his eyes. He runs his hands up and down the the front of the jacket. He locks eyes with Guy again and slowly works the jacket off of his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. Keeping his gaze steady, he slowly crawls across the bed and lays himself carefully over Guy’s knees. 

“There you go,” Guy hums as he runs his hands up and down Kyle’s back. “This good?”

“Yeah,” Kyle sighs heavily, wriggling in Guy’s lap. He can’t decide where he wants to rest his hands.

“This okay?” Guy asks, running his hand over the generous swell of Kyle’s jean-clad cheeks. 

“Yes,” Kyle’s voice tightens and he grips the sheet with one hand and Guy’s pant leg with the other.

“Ready?”

“Oh yeah.”

Guy lays the first smack with easy pressure, enjoying the way Kyle jumps and a soft little “Ah!” Escapes his mouth. So he does it again. Kyle’s head drops and his body writhes. He’s audibly trying to stifle his sounds. Guy keeps a steady rhythm with his beginning strikes. “You like this?”

“Yeah.”

“Say it.”

“What?” Kyle looks over his shoulder, glassy eyed and genuinely confused.

“Say it for me. Tell me you like it.”

“Oh! I love it. Guy, this is so good. Please don’t stop.”

The lust that claws and churns inside of Guy brings his hand down a little harder than he meant but that hit brings a desperate sound out of Kyle that Guy knows he’ll never forget. So he does it again. 

Kyle writhes more, but he’s not trying to get away. He’s rubbing himself against Guy’s thighs. “God,” he moans, “Guy, please, please. Harder.”

“Can I,” Guy asks, tugging at the back of Kyle’s jeans. 

“Yeah, yes, yes,” Kyle chants as he helps Guy push his pants down around his thighs, leaving him in just his boxers. “Ah, fuck!” He shouts as the next strike lands. “Yeah! Fuck yeah!”

Kyle’s lost his ability to hold any sounds in and Guy’s lost between Kyle’s moans and the fleshy slaps echoing off of the bedroom walls. 

“St—still okay?” Guy manages to ask through clenched teeth. He thinks he might get off before Kyle does.

“Yes! Please! Oh, God!” Kyle’s hips keep their steady roll. His back arches and his knuckles go white. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Guy’s palm and shoulder burn but he couldn’t stop now if the whole world was burning. He can see the muscles in Kyle’s ass clench as he drives his hips down. His entire back clenches up and all the air in his body is punched out in one delicious groan. Guy lays one last, good smack on that perky ass and digs his fingers into the abused flesh. Kyle’s groan drags out into a high, delirious sound. His arms give out and he collapses in Guy’s lap.

“Good?” Guy asks as he softly pets Kyle from the crown of his head to his tailbone like a cat.

“Yeah,” Kyle’s voice is muffled where his face is pressed into Guy’s calf.

“C’mere,” Guy chuckles, gently lifting Kyle under his armpits and urging him onto the bed. “Come lay down. Take a minute.”

Kyle struggles into place, hissing when he tries to pull his jeans up. His skin is on fire. 

“Wait here a sec.” Guy disappears into the bathroom and for a moment, Kyle feels frighteningly lonely. Guy reappears with a wet washcloth in his hand. He nudges Kyle onto his stomach and tugs the back of his underwear, “Can I?” Kyle nods weakly in response. Guy lays the cool towel over Kyle’s angry, red skin. Kyle jumps but sighs and quickly relaxes again. 

“Thank you,” Kyle whispers.

“No problem.”

“What about you?”

“Relax. If you want to, we can go another round,” Guy pushes Kyle’s sweaty bangs out of his face.

“I’d like that,” Kyle’s voice is raspy and his eyes shine with excitement. 

“Yeah? What other kinks you got, kid?”

Kyle groans and bites his lip, “That.”

“What?”

“I like when you call me kid.”

“I like where this is goin’.”

They smile at each other and Kyle’s breathing slows down. Guy folds an arm behind his head and stares at the ceiling, a content smile on his face. As Kyle’s body relaxes and the adrenaline fades he feels weirdly bad. Empty. He shifts uncomfortably, letting the towel slide off. He starts to pull his boxers and jeans back up.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” Kyle says dismissively but the light in his eyes is gone. He’s pressing his lips together and he’s very still.

“You sure?”

“Yeah Im—I don’t know. I just feel,” he struggles, hands rolling through the air as he tries to describe how he feels.

“Vulnerable?”

“Yeah. Actually,” Kyle looks at Guy finally, openly relieved. “I don’t know why. That was awesome.”

“It’s normal. C’mere,” Guy stretches his arm towards Kyle, inviting him to come close. Tentatively, Kyle scoots closer. He watches Guy’s face as he lays his head down on his friend’s shoulder.

“This okay?” Kyle asks. Guy smiles and nods as he wraps his big arm around Kyle. He lets his hand rest on Kyle’s hip. Already, Kyle is feeling warm and less lonely. He lets his arm drape over Guy’s belly. “We’re still cool?”

“Course! I love sex, kid. And I still care about’cha. We’re still friends. Relax. It’s all good.”

“It’s all good,” Kyle echoes. He wants to tell Guy he loves him but he doesn’t want to make it weird. He means it platonically and the longer he listens to Guy’s heartbeat the less lonely he feels and the more sure he is of his place in Guy’s life. 

It’s all good.

#*myfic #guykyle #peace love and guykyle

[rainsoakedphoenix]

You Mean Everything - Chapter 4

Will come back to edit later (not entirely proofread)!

WC: 3,668

I knew I couldn't lay in my hammock all morning letting my panicked thoughts settle like this. That would only make it worse. I had to do something, o-or talk to someone. I may not be able to let anyone know what I dreamt about last night, but I could still talk about my worries. Or maybe I could just think out loud. Just hearing the words may be able to help me decipher my dreams at least somewhat.

I decided to take a walk alone, at least for now. Most everyone else is still asleep, and I can't wait for Newt or Chuck to wake up. I have to get this out of my head now.

Walking briskly towards the Deadheads, I ran a hand through my hair and sighed, wracking my brain for any clues from what I saw in the dream.

In my dream, I saw a lab. Maybe they implanted something in us in the lab before sending us here, something that lets them control our thoughts or what we can see around here. Or maybe this whole maze is just a game, and they're somehow purposefully putting more obstacles in our way to make it harder for us to get out. Or maybe it's something else entirely. But why? Why would we need to be here and what are we playing for? What's out there?

And why me? Why now? Is anyone else having these dreams all of a sudden? The only way to find out is to ask, but I can't risk that. The only reason I can think of as to why it's happening now is that maybe our time here is almost up. And if it's just me, maybe it's because I was involved and I'm meant to be doing something but the only question is "what?"

All this thinking is giving me a headache. It should almost be breakfast time by now, maybe I just need to-

*Snap*

I turned around quickly, looking for the source of the sound. I'm looking in every direction, but I can't see anything. My heart is beating out of my chest, and part of me can only hope I'm actually alone. I tentatively spoke out, "Hello?"

A few seconds was all I had to wait for a reply. But no one actually talked to me. It more so sounded like...running, and yelling. Getting closer and closer with each passing second.

I squinted my eyes in the direction the noises were coming from, and soon enough I saw Thomas being chased by - Ben? It barely even looked like him.

I slowly started backing away. "What the hell is going on?" I yelled to Thomas.

"No time, just run!" he screamed back.

I widened my eyes in worry; I noticed Ben focus his gaze on me as well. I take a quick breath and start to make a run for it, slowly getting up to speed alongside Thomas. This man has only been here a day and he's already gotten himself into some shit.

"Thomas, what the hell did you do?!" I panicked.

"I don't know, Ada. I turned around and he was there and he just came after me!" he yelled back at me, trying to keep his breathing steady while we ran.

I opened my mouth to ask another question, quickly losing focus on where I was planting my feet with each stride, causing me to fall over a branch I had meant to step over. It didn't take long to feel the pressure of Ben's body on top of mine, preventing me from trying to get up as quickly as possible.

"I saw you too!" he growled in my face, his hands quickly wrapping around my throat. I felt my heart start to beat faster, the panic sinking in knowing what Ben was trying to do. I immediately flailed my legs trying to get out from underneath him, and my hands went to his wrists to try and push his own hands away from me. Who am I kidding though? He's a Runner; he exercises pretty much all day every day. He has too much muscle for me to move him.

I lay there trying with all the strength I could muster for what felt like minutes, struggling to breathe. And just when I was about to give up, the pressure on my body suddenly disappeared all at once. I rolled over and coughed, trying to take deep breaths and regain my composure.

"You and Thomas!"

I looked over to see that boy that was mentioned had tackled Ben off of me. I made a mental note to thank him for that later, but now we had to focus on getting away from this area, and away from Ben as fast as possible.

"Thomas, come on!" I shouted at him. He quickly rolled away from Ben's grabbing hands, and took off along side me in the direction of the rest of the Gladers.

I can't believe I could've died right then. By Ben of all people. What happened to him? What did I do? The rush of adrenaline kept me from crying, at least for the moment.

And then it hit me. He must've been stung by a Griever. That's the only reason he would break the rule of not harming another Glader. He'd never try and hurt me otherwise, he's always been too good for that.

We finally saw other Gladers working in the distance. Now that I knew we were in earshot of someone, anyone, I couldn't help but call out. It was the only way to ensure Ben couldn't tackle us again.

"Help! Somebody help us!" I pushed my legs to run even faster when I saw a few of the Gladers look our way. It took a few seconds for them to react since they couldn't tell what was happening at first.

They finally started running towards us when they saw Ben chasing us. And just when I thought we were finally in the clear, I hear a thump on my left and look over to see Thomas on the ground and Ben start to crawl up towards Thomas' face. I gasp and stop myself in my tracks and am about to tackle Ben off of Thomas like he did for me earlier, when I see Newt in my peripheral vision closing in on Ben. I registered a quick movement from Newt, and suddenly, Ben is knocked over on the ground next to Thomas.

"Somebody hold him down," I hear Newt say. Seeing as Thomas and myself were nearly killed by Ben, I chose to be one of the people to help hold him down while he struggled.

"Calm down, Ben," Gally spoke from next to me, helping me get him under control while Newt looked him over. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Alby making his way through the crowd of boys that have surrounded us, trying to find out what's going on.

"No, no, no, please," Ben softly cries out. He's definitely been stung; I can see the color of his skin darkening to blues in some places, and his veins are showing. He's scared of everyone seeing where he was stung, because he knows what's going to happen. Banishment. I suddenly felt bad for Ben. He's probably in so much pain and scared out of his mind about what happened and what he's seen. Not to mention having to go out there and face the thing that put him in this predicament in the first place when he's banished.        

I was so wrapped up in the situation that I didn't realize my grip on him was starting to loosen.

"Hold him down," Gally quietly spoke to me.

"Lift up his shirt," Alby ordered us. Newt quickly did as he was told, despite quiet and constant opposition from Ben. There were a few scattered gasps from the group of boys when we all saw the wound. It only made me feel worse; it was unfortunate that we had no way of curing something like this. I haven't seen anything like this happen before since I've been here, but Newt told me all about it during my welcome party.

"He's been stung," Gally breathed, "in the middle of the day?" We all looked around at each other with worried expressions, and after only a few second of deliberating, Alby ordered for Ben to be put in the Slammer. Ben didn't take too well to that. He suddenly became aggressive again, yelling at everyone and thrashing around to the point that it took at least four Gladers to carry him to our makeshift jail.

The rest of us shared saddened glances with one another before dispersing to continue our jobs for the day.

I can only hope to never have to go through something like that.

*********************

"Good afternoon, Ada," Newt said as he walked into the Med Jack Hut later in the evening, a soft smile on his lips. I looked over my shoulder in his direction upon registering his voice and hearing my name.

"Hey Newt," I smiled in return, "what's up?" His expression turned more serious as he looked into my eyes.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I was worried when I saw him chasing you and Thomas. He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, no, he uh-" my words stuttered as I looked down and thought back to what happened. I felt Ben's hands around my throat, plain as day as if it were happening again right now. He didn't technically hurt me; not physically anyway, from what I can remember. It was more psychological. I couldn't really feel any pain. I was too busy focusing on trying to breathe and get his hands away from me. I thought I was going to die.

"Love?" Newt brought me out of my thoughts, and I looked back up at him, eyes beginning to become puffy and face turning red.

"He tried to kill me," I whispered, tears slowly starting to fall down my cheeks. Newt looked at me with a saddened expression, holding his arms out to me. I quickly embraced his inviting arms, sniffling and letting the tears fall freely while Newt rubbed comforting circles on my back.

"It's alright love. You're safe now." All I could do was nod at his words.

We stayed like that for another minute, and I had calmed down considerably when we heard footsteps approaching the hut. The door swung open to reveal Zart, one of Newt's helpers in the gardens.

"It's time, Newt," Zart said from the doorway. He pointed an almost confused glance between the two of us.

"It's alright Zart. Ada was just upset. We'll be there in a minute," Zart nodded to Newt's response, promptly turning around and shutting the door, and we could hear his footsteps slowly fading away. Newt turned to me once Zart was out of earshot.

"I guess we'd better get going. Will you be alright?" he asked, gently holding a hand to my arm.

"Of course. Thank you, Newt. You're an amazing friend," I smiled at him. He returned my smile with a sweet one of his own, nodding his head in the direction of the door.

We made our way to the opening of the Maze, Newt taking his place next to Gally, who had faced us with an unreadable expression when we approached the group, and who gazed at me a split second longer before turning to face the small group of boys who were hauling Ben's writhing figure over.

I went to stand next to Chuck, who looked more down than I had ever seen him before. I gently nudged him with my elbow.

"You okay?" He glanced at me for no longer than a second before looking back at Ben.

"I guess so. I just can't believe what happened to him," he nodded in the direction of the boy in question. I followed his gaze, thinking back yet again about what happened in the Deadheads earlier with him and Thomas. Poor Ben. No one should have to go through this.

"And I can't believe what they're about to do," Chuck continued, "I mean, I know he attacked you guys and I know why he did it and that's it's against the rules, but...it's not his fault. He didn't ask for this. We're never going to see him again."

It broke my heart to hear those words leave his mouth. Chuck is too pure for this place. It only made me angrier at the people who put us here. How dare they do this to a child? I mean, we're all technically still children, but Chuck is younger than the rest of us. He doesn't deserve to have to go through this at his age. He doesn't need to see anyone, no matter what age, get forced to their death like this. What the hell were these people thinking? It's disgusting.

I suddenly felt him grab onto my wrist and lay his head on my upper arm. I could hear him sniffling, and by the way Gally and Newt turned around to look at us pitifully, I could tell they heard it too. I tried my best to keep from crying again. Seeing what was about to happen to Ben on top of seeing Chuck stifle his tears is enough heartbreak for one day.

"Listen to me. Listen to me Minho," Ben growled as he was brought over to stand in front of the Maze doors. He made eye contact with Alby and a few others as he walked by and called them out by name, trying to make someone, anyone, listen to his plea and let him go. Unfortunately for Ben, there's nothing anyone can do to help. We have no cure for a Griever sting, and if it keeps spreading throughout his body he might die anyway; no one's entirely sure. But, if we let him stay here, we'd have to keep him locked up so he couldn't try and hurt me or Thomas or anyone again. And it's understandable why we can't do that. As cruel as it is to basically send him to his death, we have no other option.

Minho took a knife from the carrier on his back and cut the ropes the held Ben's wrists together behind his head. Ben fell to the ground on his knees, the blue veins in his face more noticeable than they were when I saw him earlier. As he started wheezing and coughing, Minho walked from behind him to the front of the Maze doors.

"No, no, please don't," Ben begged. Minho looked to Alby for orders, the latter of who just nodded his head quickly and looked down. And that was all it took for Minho to toss Ben's bag across the threshold of the Maze doors. I knew it saddened him to do this as well, though he barely showed any emotion. Ben was his running partner. They've known each other for as long as they can remember in here. But Minho also knows the rules; he has to do what Alby says.

I couldn't bear to look at Ben anymore. The pained looked on his face towards all of us was too much. I'd feel betrayed too if people I've known for as long as I could remember sent me to my death. But at the same time, I couldn't bring myself to walk away. I've already stayed this long; it wouldn't feel right if I chose now to leave.

"Poles!" Alby shouted. We could feel the air pressure from the Maze as the doors began their familiar whirring and metal grinding noises. The boys with the poles brought them down to Ben's height, as he was still crouched on the ground. They surrounded him, getting closer with every movement from Ben, trying to force him into the direction of the doors.

This is when I felt movement on my side and looked over to see Chuck removing himself from my slight hold, and turning around to walk away. I watched him for a few seconds, debating on going to comfort him or staying with Thomas. Even though it wasn't our fault Ben even got stung and attacked us, I still felt partially responsible for the situation he's in right now.

Taking a quick look back to Ben, who was right outside of the Maze at this point and trying to fight against the poles that pushed him,  my feet took a few steps backwards before sparing a glance at Thomas - who I just noticed had joined the crowd - and following in the direction Chuck took off.

Once I neared Chuck at the woodline I heard Ben's final scream, causing me to turn around. I saw that the doors were completely closed now and Thomas had his head hung slightly and was frozen in place. Once my heartbeat slowed down, I turned back around to face my other friend.

"Need some company?" I asked him as he sat on a nearby stump. He shrugged, propping his head in his hands.

"You shouldn't have had to see that. Any of it," I continued. Hoping it would help calm him. I doubt it would actually work though. Others' words aren't enough to make someone forget something like that. At least I know I'm trying.

Although he didn't respond, I walked over to him and wrapped an arm around him, laying my head on his shoulder. It's obvious he's too upset to talk, but I need to show him in some way that I'm here for him. Always.

I felt a slight pressure on my head, signifying he had rested his own head on mine. I gave him a quick squeeze, before stepping to a tree a couple feet away and sitting in front of it.

"If you want to be alone just let me know, but until you do I'll be right here if you need me," I softly said to him. He sent me a small smile in response, before turning his head back to face forward and putting his head in his hands again.

Having nothing else to do, I spared another glance in the crowds direction. They were all still standing around the Maze doors, their heads hanging now, hurt by what they had do to. Thomas had moved from his position earlier to stand closer to the others, and Newt and Gally looked like they were using the poles to slightly support their weight. They looked at Alby for his next order. I was too far away to see his lips move or to be able to hear what he said, but after a few seconds everyone started propping their poles against the doors and walked to their hammocks to relax until nightfall.

***************

Chuck left the stump soon after the crowd walked away from the doors. I let him be this time, partially because I figured he wanted to be left alone and maybe didn't want to hurt my feelings by saying so, and partially because I couldn't bring myself to get up anyway. Just the thought of getting up and moving made my legs tired. It had been a very long day.

It didn't take long for the sky to darken after Chuck left, seeing as there wasn't too much light left in the day when they banished Ben. I was probably only sitting in front of the tree for an hour; my backside was definitely hurting, but I still didn't want to get up, though I knew I'd have to eventually. I don't want to sleep on the ground; it's not as comfortable as a hammock.

Sighing heavily, I forced myself to get up, wincing at the pain in my legs as I did so. All that running today sure did do a number on me as someone who doesn't normally run.

I slowly made my way away over to my hammock, hearing noises from my left. It was Gally and a few others with torches; most likely coming back from marking a line through Ben's name on the wall.

"Goodnight Ada." I almost froze in place. Gally doesn't really say goodnight to anyone. The events of today must have gotten to him and he's just not in a sour mood. Even with such a simple sentence, no matter how short, his voice always manages to sound a little intimidating. It's nice to hear though; very smooth and clear and calming in a weird way.

"Goodnight, Gally," I softly responded back to him. I'm not even sure that he heard me. I'm so tired at this point, my only focus is getting to my hammock and getting some rest. And that's exactly what I did.

I saw Thomas and Chuck on their hammocks as I got closer to mine, and heard them exchange a few words back and forth. I ruffled Chuck's hair as I passed him and heard them tell me "Goodnight," though in my sleepy state it sounded a bit muffled.

"Goodnight guys," I said back to them, crawling into my hammock and curling up to go to sleep, trying hard to not focus on the little bit of fire light that was left.

#the maze runner #gally x oc #tmr gally #tmr newt #newt x oc #maze runner #thomas brodie sangster #will poulter

[jimbleswrites]

Pantheon 2022

Chapter 7: The Hatchet, Unearthed

A/N: Finally wrapped up editing my previous chapters, so now this is the most recent thing I wrote! Still working on Chapter 8, but should be soon!

I caught Mrs. R up on the call, and she insisted on coming along. I tried to argue against it, but she had her mind set on it. We quickly made a doorway to Dan & Pat’s apartment, stepped through, and found it more chaotic than usual. Loose papers thrown about & upturned desks, a clear struggle had happened and Dan & Pat were nowhere to be seen. I started to make my way up the stairs to the roof when Mrs. R spoke up. “So when we get up there, I’ll aim for their right side and you stick to the left.”

I looked over confused. “What? You just want to start swinging when we see them?” She nodded, and I sighed. “No, whoever did this was intentional. They want to talk. I want to know why.”

Mrs. R groaned. “Listen, some champions are kinda nutty. It might be safer to swing first and ask questions later. Plus, you’re… you know…” She trailed off.

“I’m what?”

“Kinda green. You can’t control your aura as smoothly as someone who's been a champion for thousands of years. You have less combat experience. You don’t know half of the current active gods. You-”

I cut her off. “Thanks for the pep talk, but you offered to back me up. So I'm asking you to work with me. Please.” I was already on edge with everything happening, and having her list all my shortcomings was not helping. We turned one last staircase, and reached the door to the roof.

“OK, but if they make a move, I'm going in.” Mrs. R conceded. I opened the door to see Dan & Pat, knocked out, and a mysterious figure. She turned to face us, and gave a wide grin.

“There he is! Vida’s new plaything.” She taunted. She was imposing, over 7 feet tall with a muscular build, barely contained in a leather jacket and jeans. Long white hair formed what seems like a lion’s mane, making her seem even larger. She looked over my shoulder to see Mrs. R. “and you even brought a friend with you. Too afraid to come alone?”

Mrs. R took a step forward, but I put out my arm to stop her. “We happened to be together when I got your call. But you wanted to talk and I'm here.”

“So you are.” She stepped forward. “I’ve come to issue a warning. Vida’s last champion was a constant thorn in my side. I want to make sure you aren’t.”

I looked over to Dan & Pat. They were a little bruised, out cold flailed over each other, but seemed OK otherwise. “So this is blackmail? You get to do whatever you want and I’m not supposed to interfere?”

“Clever little thing, aren’t you?” she mocked. “You catch on quick.”

“If I say no, you hurt my friends over there.” I held out my fist, forming a golden sword from my aura in its grip. “No. I will stop you here and now before you threaten someone else.”

She laughed at me. A howling laugh that seemed to mock me directly. Mrs. R stood next to me on my right, forming gloves over her fists. The intruder finally stopped laughing, and stood there. “Fine, I tried to reason with you. Now, I'll just kill you.”

She rushed forward, her mane of silver hair flowing behind her. I swung at her left arm as she ran up, only for her to reach up and catch it in her bare hand. She smirked as she snapped my blade, it fading into nothing as she continued her attack. She punched me square in the chest, sending me back through the door and down the stairs. I struggled to my feet as I saw her throw Mrs. R in front of the door. I felt pain stinging inside my chest, but pushed through as I went back up the stairs. I came to the top to see this opponent now wielding a hammer as tall as she was, made of a red aura. Mrs. R was quickly moving around her, landing blows as she could. I re-formed my sword and ran back into the brawl. I put myself on the defensive, dodging the hammer swings and chipping away when holes opened up. Despite the blows I could land, this large woman was not even responding to any hits. She swung the hammer again and knocked away Mrs. R, sending her back towards Dan & Pat. She punched me with her other hand and then threw her hammer at the trio. Mrs. R blocked it head-on, shielding the brothers but knocking her out unconscious. I tried harder to land a stronger hit, but she was able to simply bat my sword away and grabbed me by the throat, choking me. I tried to break free, only to have her tighten her grip. I gasped for air, and she simply laughed again.

“I gave you an out, but you goodie-two-shoes never learn. Maybe after I kill another of her champions, Vida will learn to mind her business.” she mocked. She suddenly stopped, seemingly listening to something. “You sure? I could do it now.” She was arguing with no one I could hear. I continued to struggle as she thought. “OK, we’ll just send a message.” She lowered me down so I could barely stand, then kicked my knee. It shattered immediately, breaking the bones connecting it. I screamed, falling hard to the ground as she released me. I could breathe again, but couldn’t move, just laying there on the roof. She squatted down beside me, and grabbed my face, forcing me to look at her. “You got lucky, boss decided not to have any unneeded deaths. But next time, I may not listen to them. Consider this your last warning.” She slammed my head back into the concrete floor, knocking me out.

***

“Robert? Come on buddy…”

I heard a vague voice calling me and opened my eyes. I saw sterile white walls and a figure in green next to me. Vida. I tried to sit up, only to realize my foot was suspended in the air in a sling. I awkwardly wobbled in place as Vida put her hand on me.

“Hey, stop moving, you’ll hurt yourself more.” Her tone was subdued, unlike her normal sarcastic self. She looked like she had been crying, tear stains on her green suit.

“Mrs. R…” I started to speak, still woozy. They must have put me on some medication, it was hard to put thoughts together.

“She already recovered, she’s waiting outside. Along with the other two.” She put her hand in mine. “How do you feel?”

I groaned. While everything was numb, I still could feel pain from my leg. “Leg hurts.”

The door opened, and a doctor walked in. “Good evening, Mr. Paladin. I was just coming in to check on you. How are you feeling?”

“Leg hurts,” I repeated.

“I imagine so. The kneecap was completely shattered. You’re lucky Banks called Vida when they couldn’t find you.” He formed an orb of pure white energy in his hand and pressed it into my leg. I felt something shifting inside my knee and the pain fell away.

“Thank you, Akos.” Vida thanked the doctor as he removed the cast and put my leg back down from the sling. I felt as good as new. Akos walked out as I sat up. “Now, you tell me what happened. Why are you battling people on rooftops?”

“I was trying to help Dan and Pat.” My mind had cleared up as Akos had seemingly healed my injuries. “I got a call while I was out with Mrs. R. Someone had them as hostages. Silver haired woman with a big hammer.” Vida seemed concerned as I continued describing the fight we had. She looked down at the floor, avoiding my eyes.

“I’m sorry, Rob.” she muttered. “I should have been paying more attention. If I had noticed you going after her, I would have intervened.” Everything about her slouched posture told me she was genuinely upset with herself. I sat myself upright and turned to face her, swinging my now-healed legs over the side.

I put a hand on her knee. “I should have called. I just got worried about Dan & Pat, and I had Mrs. R with me. I’m sorry.” She looked up at me, with a small smile. I was glad she felt better, but I needed to ask about the mysterious woman with a vengeance against us. “I want to know. She said that your previous champion was an obstacle to her. Who is she?”

Vida sighed. “I was hoping to talk about this during the culture lesson, but then I got busy with some other stuff.” She sighed, clearly distraught. “Her name is Thora. She is… was a champion for an ancient god. Long before I was a goddess. The records of back then are not super clear, but the god she served was struck down in an old war, and it’s believed she absorbed all his power. A champion with no god to serve.”

I was shocked. “Wait, she absorbed his power? Wouldn’t she just be the next god of whatever?”

“Gods don’t really work by succession. You probably wouldn’t get my position if something happened to me. It’s part of the mystery.”

“The mystery?” I remembered the first time she explained things to me after the diner, she seemed so confident. Now she was deflated.

“Gods kinda just… exist. I woke up with a voice in my head declaring I was the goddess of justice, and then just nothing. I was laying in an alley by myself, with no direction or purpose. Just a lone person with new abilities I didn't understand. After a long time of wandering, I was found by Arinya, who gave me a basic rundown of what was going on. I started acting with a champion just in time to help with the American revolutionary war. Arinya has a rough timeline of events but no one ever knows why they became a god.”

Her defeated look made sense now. The same sense of being lost I felt when I first was chosen, but with no guide at all. It would be something I wouldn't be eager to remember either.

She continued. “When a god dies, their power moves on to a new candidate. There seems to be no pattern that we can tell. Sometimes the champion gets the power, and gets to be the new god. Sometimes a random soul gets the power. Sometimes the power just… goes away. No new god. And then there’s Thora. She got the power of her god, but not the title. There was a new god. With new powers. But Thora remained. A champion without a god to serve.”

I was bewildered. The idea that there were no rules to determine something as large as this was bizarre. “But she could just be the new god’s champion right? Why has she gone rogue?”

Vida looked up, looking distraught. “Because not all gods are kind. The old god she served was bitter, and aggressive. He used Thora like an attack dog. She was mistreated, and no one knew until then. So when she finally had freedom, she ran. Then she realized she had the power to stand up. She began attacking champions and gods. She…” Vida trailed off.

I put the pieces together. “Thora… killed your previous champion.”

Vida nodded, tears welling in her eyes. “I tried to pull her out. She was losing the fight. Thora was feral. I… wanted to interfere directly, but I could only watch.” She stopped, trying to gain her composure.

I put a hand on her leg, trying to comfort her. I couldn’t fully understand her pain, but I wanted to help somehow. Even if it was as simple as being there, I wanted to help Vida through this. We sat there in silence for a while. The hum of the fluorescent light filled the air as we sat there.

“I want to stop Thora.” It came out of my mouth before I fully realized I was speaking.

Vida wiped her eyes. “You don’t even know what you’re saying.”

“Thora is hurting people. People I care about. And she will hurt more. I may not be able to stop her right now, but I want to be stronger. So others won’t suffer.” I spoke deliberately, wanting Vida to fully believe what I was saying.

“Thora is a god in all but name. You wouldn’t stand a chance.” Vida had looked down, avoiding my eyes.

“Then why does she answer to someone?” A detail just popped into my head. “When we fought, she was going to kill me. Then she heard something. Someone told her not to kill me.”

Vida stared at me, surprised by this detail. “Thora has no master. We looked time and time again for a way to stop her, but we found nothing.” She pondered this for a moment. “If we can find this master, or accomplice, or whatever she is working for, we may have a weakness.” Vida had renewed hope in her eyes as she stood up. “If this is truly something you want, I will assist you. But you need to know that this could very much be a suicide mission. You will need to train, be stronger, and have a good amount of luck on top of that.”

I realized this. “This is what I want. I want to bring her to justice.”

Vida smiled. “Then let’s get started.”

#pantheon 2022 #Original Work #writing #fiction

[cherryskyies]

A flower plucked too soon [can you plant her again, for me?]

Hange x reader //gn!reader

a/n: I've spent like 5 days editing this, please like it😞💞

Taken too soon, your lily is gone. Hange blames themselves.

Warnings: character death, canon typical violence, neither hange or reader die, just readers bestfriend, angst, Lora is an oc.

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Dead, everyone. Nearly your entire squad- minus a few lucky souls, could you even call it luck?

It wasn’t supposed to end like this, but the titans had come out of nowhere. You could still hear your squadmates scream- the people you practically grew up, the ones you spent every waking minute training with, gone. 

And Lora, god, you couldn’t even think her name without tears slipping. She was almost out, so close to her horse when she was plucked like a lily from a dead garden, screaming and crying for help- your help. If you had been five seconds earlier, she would be here mourning with you.

It took Jean dragging you away, wrapping his limbs around your flailing ones, to get you away from the titans.

You'd kill them all, you promised him, even if it was the last thing you did.

In the end, you got what you came for: a live titan, something Hange wanted so they could study their behaviors- hopefully learn something important.

It was late when a knock on your door startled you, giving you just enough time to hastily wipe your tears as the door creaked open, “(y/n)...” 

You didn't bother to look up from the wall, a simple nod gave them all the confirmation they needed to walk in and sit beside you. 

It was Hange, you could tell the minute their hand hit against the wood of the door. You could tell them from sound alone; they had a unique way of doing things.

“When.." they paused, clearing their throat in a futile attempt to hide the anguish in their voice. "when I heard about what happened, I begged whatever god there may be that you were alive.”

Silence bloomed between the two of you, the faint sounds of rain hitting angrily against the window serving as background noise. 

You wished the world would swallow you; the endless void of a titans mouth didn't seem so bad.

“I was so scared I sent you on a suicide mission," Hange admitted, hands tangled in their hair. "This wasn’t supposed to be the result- Armin’s plan seemed so perfect.”

And it had, that was the worst part. Armin's plan seemed foolproof: get in it and get out with little to no casualties. He was so confident, would he ever recover from a tragedy like this?

They rambled on, a habit they developed when nervous or in this case, scared.“-and when I heard about Lora..” Hange’s eyes glossed over, tears threatening to spill for the millionth time. “Is an apology even enough?”

Time passed as their words filtered through your mind, taking much longer to form an adequate response. It was too easy to say the wrong thing, now was not the time for wrong things. 

“My name,” you finally spoke, voice horse. “My name was the one she was screaming as it’s teeth tore into her flesh.”

Hange couldn’t control it, tears forcefully spilled out, knowing Lora had met her end with a titan on the mission they sent her on. "This is all my fault."

Your eyes were dull, red and sore from the endless crying, a far away look within them as you stared blankly at the wall.  “Everyone, nearly my entire squad is gone," their screams would haunt your nightmares. "how do I heal from this?” 

Turning to Hange, seeing their face- you knew you wouldn’t. You could build a new squad, erase the memory with alcohol, but a piece of your heart will remain on that battlefield. 

Hange knew your pain; they had been in your shoes twice before. “You learn to grow around the grief," they spoke, gentle and affirming. "And I know it’s not enough, but I'm here." Their left arm wrapped around you, setting their head on top of yours.

The storm had calmed significantly, the rain hitting the window allowed a calm pitter patter to envelop the room. 

Lora's bed sat across from you, unmade and messy. She had never been good at keeping her side of the room clean.

“It sucks,” you mumbled, a quiet laugh following. Using the back of your hand, you tried to wipe the tears- though it was useless as they kept falling. "Because I want to hate you, to put the blame on you and Armin.” 

The tips of your fingers brushed against their hand as you met eyes, part of you still fought to do just that- but you knew better. “But I know it wasn’t you or Armin, it was those stupid fucking titans that took my bestfriend.” 

The words clawed their way out of your throat before you had time to think, but a weight came off your shoulders. “I love you, Hange. I just need time."

#hange oneshot #hange headcanons #aot hange #hange x reader #hange #hange zöe #hange x y/n #hange x you #hange x gn!reader #gn!reader #imagine #aot x you #hanji zoë #attack on titan hanji #aot hanji #hanji #hanji x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #jean kirstein #armin arlert #oc #aot x reader #aot x gn!reader #wlw #wlw oneshot #oneshot #drabble #lesbian relationship #lesbian

[miekasa]

the babysitter’s club (1)

+ pairing: levi ackerman + (fem) reader, featuring bright-eyed but very easily intimidated interns and part-time babysitters eren and armin who are trying their best

+ genres and warnings: modern au, parents au, fluff, yes the dog’s name is captain and he’s tiny what about it

+ summary: eren and armin are good subordinates, who happen to be pretty good babysitter, too. usually. 

+ word count: 2.7k

+ notes: this was just something fun i edited and reworked again, also to provide some more insight about dad levi and my oc kids; this focuses only on holden, who is the oldest of the bunch, but you’ll more about the rest as they go

It’s not that Levi doesn’t trust Holden’s babysitters, he just would rather watch over her himself. Moreover, he would rather have the time to spend with his small daughter instead of having to leave her in the care of someone else who isn’t you, but sometimes life gets busy, and babysitters come in real handy.

He still doesn’t understand why Erwin would schedule the both of you to attend such important work-related meetings on the same weekend; much less, to send you half-way around the world for yours, and then book Levi for damn near twelve hours on a Saturday. He would murder Erwin if he weren’t his direct boss, and a long-time friend. But shit happens, and while it’s a major inconvenience and pain in his ass to be working on a weekend, it’s good to know he could rely on the brats at the office to step up on such short notice.

“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that if anything happens, I won’t hesitate to dismember you,” Levi says calmly, closing his briefcase after triple-checking its contents.

“Of course,” Armin stiffens visibly, awkward laughter seeping through his words, “Eren and I would never let anything happen to Holden.”

To his left, Holden has already tugged Eren to the coffee table for a game of children’s Scrabble, determined to show off her new skills. Levi smiles slightly as he remembers playing the game with her last week, and how awe-struck she was to have seen Levi create a word bigger than “unattainable”—which is currently the longest word in her four-year-old vocabulary. But he’s certain she would have no trouble beating Eren.

He gives Armin a slight nod. He knows Holden is in good hands; or good enough hands with Armin, anyway. It’s not the first time the duo has babysat, and for as air-headed and clumsy Eren could be at the office, he seemed to be pretty damn good with kids if Holden’s attachment to the brunette was anything to go by.

Levi recounts that you’ve questioned on multiple occasions why Eren was so dedicated to being your PA when he seemed to have a potential career in taking care of, and maybe even teaching children. Not that he’s not a good assistant to you, but he’s certainly not as organized or detailed-oriented as Armin. Levi shrugs away the thought. Eren’s career choices are none of his business; his only concern is that he keeps his daughter safe and sound.

“Right. My card is on the kitchen island, you can buy lunch and dinner or whatever, I don’t think there’s much in the fridge,” Levi informs Armin. He looks briefly to the clock on the wall; he really should get going. “Remember to walk Captain at some point, and no matter what Holden says, he absolutely does need a leash on him. If Erwin isn’t being a complete asshat, I’ll be home by nine. (Y/N) will probably still be on her flight, so call me if you need anything.”

Armin nods enthusiastically, promising Levi that they would take care of everything. They’d better.

“Alright, I’m heading out,” Levi announces, pulling his keys from the table near the door, “Be good, Holden. Tell Armin and Eren if you need anything.”

Holden’s head perks up at the sound of her name. Elegantly, or as elegantly as a four-year-old can be, she stands from her seated crisscross position, to run over to Levi by the door. He should remind her that she should use walking feet inside the house, but he can’t bring himself to, instead crouching down to meet her height.

“Bye, daddy,” she tells him sweetly. Levi reaches a hand out to ruffle the top of her head, much to the small girl’s chagrin. She sports a grimace almost identical to his as he reaches up to try and smooth out the aftermath of her father’s affections, “Daddy!”

Levi can’t help but chuckle, reaching two fingers out to poke at his daughter’s forehead. “Be good. I’ll be back soon.”

“Mommy too?”

Levi sighs, “No, mommy doesn’t come back until Tuesday.”

“That’s four days away,” Holden’s doesn’t hesitate to express her dissatisfaction. Levi nods, a little proud of how quickly she’d calculated that in her head, “Can Eren stay until Tuesday?”

“No, Eren cannot.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Holden crinkles her nose. Levi really has got to do something about her fascination with Eren.

Holden looks backwards to where Eren is still seated around the coffee table, he and Armin watching the father-daughter duo. After reconciling with the fact that Eren does, in fact, have his own home to go back to at the end of the day, Holden turns back around, and holds her hand up, palm facing Levi. He does the same, bringing his larger palm to hers, so that her hand is pushed against the middle of his.

Not one for hugs, kisses, or larger displays of affection, Holden simply turns her palm so that her hand grabs around Levi’s as best as possible, hooking her thumb around his pinky finger—what Levi’s heard the young girl call a hand hug.

“Bye, daddy,” she repeats, squeezing his hand, “Come back soon.”

Levi bends his fingers to wrap around her hand, “I will.”

“Keep an eye on her,” Levi reminds Armin and Eren, after standing back up and gripping his briefcase in his hand, “Don’t cause too much trouble.”

“Holden never causes trouble,” Eren says in response, but his words are spoken in coos to the young girl, who’s already back at his side. 

Levi scoffs, “I was talking to you.” 

“We’ll be fine, boss, don’t worry,” Eren chuckles with an awkward blush, “We love looking after Holden.”

“I’m not your boss,” Levi deadpans, double-checking his pockets for his keys, “You’d better hope everything is fine. Call me if anything happens, I’ll be back soon.” 

With one final round of good-byes, and a wave from his daughter, Levi’s out the door, and stepping into his car with a grimace. It was just one stupid day out of his life. Besides, Holden would be fine with Armin and Eren; she always is. Levi is just grumpy that he can’t be the one to spend the day with her. 

He sighs, reluctantly, putting his keys in the ignition. The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could come back to Holden. Everything would be fine in the meantime; for now, he had to focus on how he was going to get himself to sit through Erwin’s long-ass meeting. 

“Levi! Hi! Um… okay, so don’t freak out, but Armin and I are at the hospital with Holden right now—don’t freak out—because there was a small incident at lunch—don’t freak out and fire me please—but! It’s all gonna be okay, they’re already treating her and she’s doing fine now, so don’t freak—”  

“Tell me not to freak out one more fucking time and I’ll castrate Armin and feed you his balls myself.”

“You sound a little freaked out,” Eren placates, wincing and holding his phone away from his ear when Levi growls in response.

“You have five seconds to tell me what you two idiots did to my daughter and explain why I shouldn’t decapitate you immediately.”

“It’s a funny story, actually—so, um, we think Holden might be allergic to nuts…?”

“What do you mean might be, Jaeger?”

Eren can feel his heart in his throat. He eyes Armin on the other side of Holden’s hospital bed. He looks no better—color almost completely drained from his face, but Eren doesn’t think he can say much else to his boss before his knees give out from underneath him.

“Uh, well, it was a lot of technical terms, and—I—um, actually I’m going to let Armin explain!” Eren hurries, all but chucking his phone at the unsuspecting blonde.

Armin’s blue eyes look almost grey with anxiety, but before he can protest, Eren is flailing his hands and pointing fingers and reminding him that Levi will kill them both if he doesn’t start talking.

Reluctant, and terrified, Armin finally lifts the phone to his ear, stuttering out a pathetic hello, but Levi cuts him off before he can say anything else.

“Save it. Send me your location, and pray I don’t kill you when I get there.” Armin chokes out a “yes, sir,” before slowly bringing the phone down to his side.

The good news is that Holden’s allergic reaction wasn’t too severe: her throat had been irritated, and hives had emerged as a result, but it hadn’t been closing up. And luckily, Eren had the endurance to run nearly a mile and half with a four year old tucked under his arm; because with the traffic Armin observed whilst he and Captain huffed and lagged behind, it would have taken thrice as long to get Holden to the ER had they waited and called for an ambulance.

Even better was that Holden was an unnervingly calm kid, even whilst having an allergic reaction. She looked almost back to normal now, save for a few red looking blotches on her neck and upper arm; and seemed more than content to be watching a video on Eren’s phone, despite the situation. She was a little bummed out to find out that she could never eat the new ice cream she liked so much ever again, but she seemed to quickly get over it once Eren reminded her that there were lots of other flavors out there for her to try. Flavors that wouldn’t make her choke to death.

Still, Eren and Armin could probably kiss their jobs goodbye, seeing as they had nearly just poisoned their bosses’ daughter. Holden seemed to like them enough, but, unfortunately, Holden wasn’t the Ackerman who signed their checks.

At the very least, Eren doesn’t think you’ll be too upset with him. He doesn’t think you’ll be ecstatic to hear that while you were away on your already inconvenient work-trip on the other side of the globe, that he also managed to land your daughter in a hospital bed… but you were the more forgiving one. Then again, maybe not so forgiving when it comes to the health and wellbeing of your daughter. 

Eren falls back against the wall in dread. You weren’t even in the same country as him and he was worried about what you might say or do to him. Levi was probably less than twenty minutes away and fully capable of beheading him.

“You… uh, you think the Interior Branch is still looking for interns?” Eren breaks the silence, looking towards Armin, who’s taken the seat next to Holden’s bed, petting Captain robotically as the dog sits in his lap.

“I don’t think it matters,” Armin responds, “They won’t hire corpses.”

Fifteen minutes, and several run red lights later, Levi is bursting through the doors to the pediatric wing of the emergency room. He doesn’t care about the old woman at the reception yelling at him for causing a ruckus, or the other parents, doctors, or visitors eyeing him for marching around like he owned the place. Holden was in there somewhere, and he was going to get to her.

“Holden—oh, god, Holden,” Levi coos, frantic, as he marches into Holden’s room, scurrying to the side of her hospital bed. A cold hand reaches up to stroke her face. Angry, red bumps litter the sides of neck, her cheeks are puffier than usual, and the perimeter of her mouth seems a bit irritated, but Levi is relieved. She’s okay, his baby girl is okay.

“’M fine, daddy,” Holden assures him. She’s almost overly-perceptive for her age, able to pick up on her father’s out of character antics, and does her best to console him. “Eren ran with me all the way here when I started coughing and itchin.’”

Levi nods, the dark grey splotches in Holden’s eyes bringing him comfort, ensuring him that she was okay. “They gave me a shot, and I don’t like needles, but I didn’t even cry at all. Ask, Armin and Eren, they saw! Captain, too.”

“Brave girl,” Levi smiles, reaching his hand up to push her hair out of her face then leans over to press a kiss to her forehead.

Levi had almost forgotten that Eren and Armin were in the room until he hears a blundering cough from behind him. The younger boys look petrified, Eren practically shaking in his shoes, while Armin doesn’t even have the confidence to look him in the eye.

“We’re really sorry, Levi,” Eren apologizes, voice scratchy and wobbly, like he’d been the one to just get a shot, “We didn’t know—and when she started coughing and saying she couldn’t breathe, I swear, I ran here as fast as I could—”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s… fine?”

Levi sighs. Maybe he’d been a little harsh with them on the phone, letting his emotions get the best of him. He’d already been pissed off enough to not have the time to spend with Holden this weekend; hearing that she’d been hurt was just the final push over the edge for him, but it wasn’t necessarily Armin or Eren’s fault.

“I didn’t know either,” Levi exhales, reaching at hand out to pet the top of Holden’s head again, the young girl now distracted once again by the phone in her hand, “She’s never had a reaction to anything before, and neither (Y/N) or I have any strong allergies.”

Armin shuffles where he’s standing. “The doctor said she might be allergic to tree nuts. We, uh, we gave her pistachio ice cream after lunch.”

If there’s anything concerning Levi, it’s that they gave Holden ice cream before dinner, but he supposes he can let it go for now.

“Eren told me to try it, and it tasted good, daddy,” Holden interjects, “Before I started coughing, it was good.”

“Ah, well, you can’t—you shouldn’t eat things that make you feel sick!” Eren stutters loudly.

“But it was good,” Holden pouts, “And you said to try new things, Eri. I won’t know if it makes me sick if I don’t try them.”

Levi holds back his laughter. He knows that Holden definitely wouldn’t want to try the same same flavor again knowing now that she was allergic to it; she was just pulling at Eren’s leg. Levi would have to keep an eye out for the stuff anyway, especially if her oh-so-precious Eren has expressed any former love for it. 

“Um, Levi, sir,” Armin calls, pulling Levi’s attention towards the blonde, “We didn’t know if (Y/N) would have landed already, but do you think you should call her, to, um, let her know?”

Levi’s face pales three shades when he realizes that none of them had already informed you that your daughter was currently hospitalized with a new found allergy.

“You can call her,” Levi says, a shudder in his spine at the thought of relaying this information to you, “That’s your death sentence, not mine.”

#aot x reader #snk x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman smut #eren x reader #aot fluff

[shadowofahope]

NOT Gonna Happen

Warnings: Swearing? One bad word near the end.

Premise: Fight or Flight. Meet BTS or run away from BTS?

“Uh guys…. She’s rolling away.” Yoongi points to you and your attempt to escape the room. Hands grab your ankles to halt your getaway. “I hate all of you.” You groan up at Yeonjun, who still had hold of you. You give up, letting out a deep sight, wishing the ground would open from under you.

Ft. TXT

Authors notes: My honest to all the kpop gods, reaction to meeting these boys. YEET!

This is also a response to people constantly asking me, what would you do if you met BTS?

ALSO this is heavily un-edited. I'm really tired and I'm trying to write 3.5 stories at once! Wooooh, wish me luck!

masterlist

Today marks your 8th week working at BigHit, currently working with TxT on their new album and the chaos that always followed them. Walking down a hallway with one of the backup dancers you had become quick friends with, you felt at home in this monumental building. You are comfortable here, everyone making you feel at home.

“Pleasssssse” Sung-ho begs again. Hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently as he walks behind you. “You have to come.”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” You whine back, swinging your staff badge back and forth on your neck. “You know I don’t want to meet them.

He tugs on your shoulders lightly forcing you to halt. Jumping in front of you, palms pressed together, eyes closed he starts begging.

“You promised you would come to one practice. Just this one. Please Please Please-”

Huffing in frustration, you screw up your nose. He silently waits for you to give in, as he knows you will eventually.

“Just this one.” You finally give in.

“Yaaay!” He cheers, jumping to your side.

In all the comotion you don’t notice the footsteps approaching you two from down a connecting hallway. Shrugging your friend off, you’re about to round the corner when you hear it. Instantly freezing.

“I think it’ll be safer to go over the choreo with the dancer one more time.”

“I agree, the timing still seems a little off. We should take a look at the schedules.”

“Sung-ho!”

Your friend smiles and turns to the voice that called him, turning his back to you.

“Hello, Taehyung. Jimin. Hoseok.” Sung-ho greets cheerfully.

“Do you have time to come with us to discuss the schedules for practice?” Jimin asks politely.

“Of course, I was just on my way to grab a snack with -” He starts to explain, turning to where you once stood. Hand hanging in the air, he’s dumbfounded.

“With-?” Hoseok questions.

“Apparently myself.” He turns back to the boys. How had you disappeared so quickly and to where?

He chuckled awkwardly at the idols, cursing you for putting him in this embarrassing situation.

They mirror back his awkward laugh, excusing themselves as they continue on down the hallway.

Your friend stands there for almost two full minutes, trying to figure out what in the hell just happened. He hears a rattle coming from the small storage room near him.

The door swings open.

“You did not just-“ He’s wheezing, trying to catch his breath.

“Don’t talk to me” You walk out of the storage room, in reality it’s more of a tiny linen closet. Upon hearing the idols voices, In sheer blind panic, you threw yourself into the closet and shut the door behind you.

Walking past your still wheezing friend, you push him playfully before continuing on towards the lounge. His loud cackles bouncing around you all the way there.

💜♾💜♾💜

You are sitting in a waiting room with TXT. You’ve made yourself comfortable on one of the couches facing away from the door across the large room, angled towards the wall full over mirrors for makeup and hair. Scrolling through your phone, while Kai and Taehyun talk about something animatedly behind you. You can see them every once in a while, flailing their arms, mimicking wild gestures.

You three had chosen to stay back while the other three needed to ‘stretch’ their legs and find something to drink. So when the door opens you don’t look up, expecting it to be the missing members. Your body lurches forward at the reflection in the mirror, panic spreading.

“Hyung!” Kai exclaims excitedly, bounding over to the 2 members of BTS that have entered the room. “What are you doing here?”

“Hello, we were looking for Jungkook. Have you seen him?” Namjoon asks, looking around the room.

“No, he hasn’t been through here.” Taehyun chirps next to his bandmate.

“Ok, I’ll try calling him again. '' Jin responds, pulling out his phone from his back pocket.

“What are you guys doing here?” Namjoon questions the younger idols.

“Oh, we are working on a concept for one of the singles off our album. Our producer -” Kai motions to the couch that you were on. Now being completely empty. Your slouching form gone, the room appeared empty as well. “Who apparently is gone now, was here helping us.”

Jin and Namjoon shared a skeptical glance at each other. Kai rubs the back of his head as he looks at his beandmember, giving him a confused tilt to his head, to which he gets a shrug in response.

“That’s the newer producer right?” Jin questions.

“Uh yea, that’s her.” Taehyun confirms, still utterly confused by your houdini act.

“We’ve heard a lot of great things about her, from all over, but we still havent seen her.” Namjoon concluded by nodding his head, in thought.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll meet her soon. It’s bound to happen.” Kai reassures.

The duos bid each other goodbye, BTS leaving the room and TXT walking back towards the empty couch.

“How did she-where did she-?” Unable to fully ask his question, Taehyun looks around the room again.

Kai rounds the side of the couch, noticing a hood under the coffee table.

“Noona?” He tries to hide his laugh but fails miserably.

You lift your head from the floor, removing your hood, peering up from underneath the coffee table at the younger. You glare at him, crawling out as he falls back onto his butt laughing, Taehyun joining him on the floor. Both now convulsing with uncontrollable laughter.

Flopping angrily back onto the couch in your previous position, you ignore their incessant chattering and laughing. Recounting you hiding again and again. Even when the other members returned and they explained everything that happened while they were gone, you chose to angrily scroll on your phone until their pestering and teasing died down.

💜♾💜♾💜

Pacing back and forth in a secluded lounge area, you waited with all of the members of txt. You were waiting to hear back from the execs about your concept ideas. The boys had worked extremely hard to come up with a fully thought out concept, you had backed their ideas the whole way as they presented them to the higher staff. Now you waited, anxiously.

Drumming your hands together while pacing you chewed on your bottom lip nervously. Each member stationed on the couch, lounger ottoman, facing you. Legs bouncing in anticipation, knuckles cracking you stopped in front of the large window, facing them, the outside world behind you.

“Look guys, regardless of what happens you did amazing.” You smile at them. “And I’m unbelievably proud of you. All of you.”

Breaking them out of their stoppers, they look up at your faces glowing, pride swelling in their chests.

“Soobin-ah?” A deep voice calls from somewhere unknown, and you freeze.

The members of TXT jump up from their seats, whirling around in time to see all the members of bts walking around the balcony area over to them.

“Taehyung-hyung,” Soobin greets politely. “How are you all doing today.?”

“Good, we just finished rehearsals.” Taehyung explains, once they were standing just on the other side of the couch to him. “Have you guys heard anything yet? We saw the concept art, we really liked it!”

“Nothing yet. We were actually just waiting. Noona was just trying to-” Soobin attempts to explain, motioning behind him to you. Seeing the skeptical looks on their faces, he turned his head to see nothing. You had completely vanished. With furniture and a structural wall surrounding you, there was no place you possibly could be hiding.

Confusion evident on his face as he looks over at Yeonjun. Eyes silently asking him where you had gone, the older only shook his head, eyes just as wide, he shrugged in response.

“Right, the elusive producer we keep hearing about but never seeing.” Yoongi responds comically. “Maybe she isn’t real? But a ghost!”

Spooking Jin and Hoseok alike, they give him an alarmed glare.

“No, we promise she’s real.” Soobin persuades, his voice coming out in almost a plea.

Trying to affirm your existence to their Hyungs, Gyu becomes overwhelmingly curious. He walks over to the spot you had been standing, a deep frown settled on his features.

He does a full 360, in an attempt to understand where you could have gone. Upon turning around he notices something. Stifling a laugh and breaking into a full blown smile, he subtly waves Kai over, when they make eye contact. Kai nonchalantly makes his way over to him, Gyu mumbles something to him and he looks in the direction that Gyu was nodding. Trying to hide his own laugh, the two youngest members stand snickering, waiting for the members of BTS to walk away before exposing you to the group.

Once the groups bid each other goodbye, they both break out into hysterical laughter.

“What guys?” Yeonjun jumps at the unexpected hollering. But neither boy can speak, too consumed by laughter they both point to the semi open window.

“She didn’t” Taehyun launches himself over the ottoman in front of him rushing to the window. Soobin and Yeonjun right behind him. The three of them look out to see your figure hopping down from the last branch of the tree outside.

With lightning speed and zero hesitation, you had climbed out of the already opened window on the second floor. Stepped from the ledge onto a tree that's long, thick branches were supporting itself against the building. Then walked to the center of the large tree and climbed your way down.

Mass hysteria broke out between the 5 members.

“That’s it. We have to make her meet them.” Soobin exclaims, wiping a tear that fell down his cheek.

“Guys, I think I have a plan.” Yeonjun smirks. So they all huddled around to listen.

💜♾💜♾💜

Today was supposed to be your day off. But upon receiving a text from Soobin, saying they needed you there urgently for their concept proposal, you raced straight there. So there you were standing in the hall talking to an exec in a black oversized pullover hoodie and workout leggings. Today was about comfort over professionalism, well it was supposed to be.

But when you had finished your pleasant chat with the exec, he started apologizing profusely about something he couldn’t say. Trying to hide his chuckle, his eyes dart over your shoulder. Before you could press him about his comments, you were spun around and hoisted off of your feet. Draped over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. In alarm you manage to struggle enough to see your kidnapper, Yeonjun.

“What are you dooooooiiiinnnng?” You whine, struggling more.

He says nothing, but turns down the hallway to the dance practice rooms.

“Put me down shrek.” You quote. Wiggling even harder to escape the ironclad grip on you.

“There’s no point Noona, just accept it.” A sweet cheerful voice, butts in, shoes coming into view as you tilt your head up to look.

“Really Kai, they have you in on this too?” You slump in defeat. “Fine, but don’t you dare fart.”

Your capture lets out a chuckle before entering the dance room. The other three members you can kind of see. Or at least their shoes. Your hood keeps flopping down and making it hard to tell.

“Guys seriously, why are you-” You begin as blood starts rushing to your head. Making you slightly dizzy.

“Hello Hyungs.” Yeonjun greets politely. Panic rising, you tilt your head to the side to look into the wall mirror, there you see all 7 members of BTS sitting on the floor, along with the other members of TXT standing around you. “This is Y/N-Noona, the real, not a ghost, producer.”

Realization hits you like a ton of bricks, as snickers and muffled laughs resonate behind you.

“Yeonjun…..” Your voice is a little shaky. “You did not just introduce me to BTS ass FIRST?!”

Everyone in the room breaks into rounds of full belly laughter as you are hoisted back over the shoulder, feet planted on the floor.

Turning shyly to the side, you make eye contact with each member of BTS. Your legs crumble beneath you, muttering ‘I could have lived my whole life without this’ angrily. You lay on the ground face down, hood over your head as more laughter ensues.

“You had to meet them at some point, even backwards!” Gyu exclaims between heaves of laughter, clutching his stomach .

Waving your hand blindly towards the members of TXT you bark “That’s it! We are no longer friends. Done, Forever, never again!”

Apologies begin to flow toward you but you ignore them. Eventually you ignore any comment that comes your way, still plastered to the floor, the 12 men begin to talk about other things. Completely unaware of you.

...Or so you thought….

“Uh guys…. She’s rolling away.” Yoongi points to you and your attempt to escape the room. Hands grab your ankles to halt your getaway.

“I hate all of you.” You groan up at Yeonjun, who still had hold of you. You give up, letting out a deep sight, wishing the ground would open from under you.

#bts fics #bts drabble #ft txt #bts imagines #bts jimin #bts hoseok #bts seokjin #bts namjoon #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bts yoongi #bts ot7 #bts fanfics #txt yeonjun #txt soobin #txt heuningkai #txt taehyun #txt beomgyu #txt ot5

[k3rm1e]

hi love,

what about a short reader, like really short (i’m 5’0 lol) meeting ranboo irl for the first time. they get kinda intimidated by the height difference and their love language is physical touch so once they do feel better standing near ranboo it’s like the exact opposite, so now they’re all over him as if he was monkey bars.

also if you do end up using this could you tag me? i really wanna read it as soon as it comes out♥️

playground

hi love,

what about a short reader, like really short (i’m 5’0 lol) meeting ranboo irl for the first time. they get kinda intimidated by the height difference and their love language is physical touch so once they do feel better standing near ranboo it’s like the exact opposite, so now they’re all over him as if he was monkey bars.

also if you do end up using this could you tag me? i really wanna read it as soon as it comes out♥️

hi!! sorry this has taken a while, i am shit at scheduling (like really bad lmao) but i hope you like it anyways!!

cw: cursing 

playground:

  sitting in the airport, you waited for ranboo and his parent’s to pick you up. the california heat was absolutely miserable, burning you up. everyone in the airport seemed miserable, covered in the slick of sticky sweat. leaning your head over the back of your chair, you stared at the fluorescent lights.

  seeing someone shouting your name you picked your head up, only to flop it back down. how fucking tall was that kid…? would he crush you? stomp on you like a large goblin man? take you with his long arms and kidnap you, like slenderman? seriously, what the fuck were his parents feeding that kid????

  after a few more seconds of indulging your strange thoughts of the possible cryptids ranboo may be related to ((mothman possibly??) please?), he walked over and stuck his head over yours.

  “hello!” he stared at you from above, your brain racing with ‘tall man… tall man scary. but tall man friend…? confuse brain: ACTIVATE’ .

  “uh, hello ranboo.” you went to pick your head up from over the back of your chair, clashing skulls with ranboo. tall man = threat. 

  sitting on the floor you held your head, wishing you could simply evaporate in the sky and then be rained down on the earth. maybe droplet-you would land somewhere colder, like greenland. or alaska. knowing your luck, you’d probably enter the fiery pits of a volcano. maybe a desert. life is a misery of pain cursing you to feel the heat radiating of the sun. your existence was the explosion of one of the endless stars occupying outer space.

  “uh, you okay there? you’ve been sitting there for a few minutes now.” when you didn’t respond, ranboo made a confused noise. “i didn’t concuss you, did i?”.

  “no, no you did not.” finally coming back to earth, you looked at ranboo. sure, you had known he was 6’6'' but the knowledge of his height was not the same as seeing him in person. you would just barely reach his height if you sat on the shoulders of a small child. even then, you would still be shorter, as the small child would be flailing around. heh. small children are funny.

  standing up, you walked next to ranboo. with any other person you would be running to hug them. you had finally met one of your best friends, why weren’t you bursting at the seems. the simplest explanation for that is that he is so much taller when your next to him. thought he could crunch you like goblin earlier? wrong. you are jack and he is the beanstalk.

  while he moved his arms for a hug, you patted his arms in a way that felt cryptic. ranboo, already accepting your strangeness, patted you back. after the arm-patting-friendship-initiation ceremony,  you walked to the car. time to leave the stuffy airport.

  throughout the entire car ride, you sat as far from ranboo as you could. when he slid closer to you to show you something funny, whether it was on tiktok or twitter, you tried to press yourself into the car door. yeah, you might’ve been over reacting but who cares? he was a foot and a half taller than you, were you supposed to welcome him with open arms? if anything, it's good you were afraid. it means your survival systems were still (somehow) intact and working properly.

  once you arrived at the house, ranboo gave you your very own tour. within this tour, a pool was shown. a pool that would become your very new home. it was already decently late, which caused the enforcement of sleep. while you each went to your own rooms, you snuck out. pool time, as an escape from the blistering heat.

  in the dark of the night, you jumped in the pool, ignoring the noise you made. finally, a reprieve from the merciless, miserable heat. “finally, sweet, sweet, cool water.” you let our a pleased sigh, reclining in the pool, floating on the surface and lightly kicking your feet.

  with a quick end to your relaxation period, ranboo put his head through his window. “why are you in the pool?? its like two in the morning??” he stared down at you and you stared back. subconsciously, you moved further away from the house.

  “... hot. i wanted a reprieve from the rise of hell.”

  ranboo laughed and yelled back to you. “yeah, i expected that. i’ll be down soon.”

  you yelled back a “wha-!” but he had already moved away from the window. he was coming down there to what? join you in the pool with his tall-ness?

  you heard the back door slide open and out came ranboo. it seemed he also did not have the energy to change, both of you in normal clothing. Running torwars the pool, he jumped in, covering you in water.

  “oh my god! jesus! why is it so cold?!?” his head popped up and he was trying to push all his hair out his face. while he swan towards you, you backed away. he paused. “look, i don’t know if you’re playing some prank on me or whatever, but why are you acting so scared of me? seriously, i was super excited to meet you and i understand if you’re tired, but what’s your deal right now?”.

  you stared at him in silence. breaking the awkward silence, ranboo sighed and went to leave the pool. “... you’re too tall.” you muttered.

  “what?” ranboo turned around and stared at you.

  you sighed, accepting your fate. “you’re too tall. you’re like, a whole foot taller than me.”.

  he stared at you before breaking into laughter. “are you kidding me? seriously? that is NO reason to be scared i’m not gonna hurt you.”.

  you threw your head back. “i knowwww.”.

  ranboo started dying laughing, and soon enough you joined him. breaking out in a coughing fit, you stared at him. “i know, i’m an idiot.” you moved from the corner of the pool and moved near ranboo.

  “yeah, yeah, you are.” ranboo stared laughing at you and you could see him scheming.

  “no. no. nonononononono.” ranboo picked you up and through you into the water as hard as he could. swimming up as fast as you could, you saw him grinning like a fox. “you bitch!”.

  this started a disaster, of splashing each other and throwing people in the water. grabbing pool floaties, you both fell asleep in the water.

  the next morning your behaviors were a bit different.  “ranbooooo. i’m bored. hang out with me.” laying on his floor under an air conditioner, you looked at ranboo as he was editing a new video. from the corner of your eye, you could see a phone pointing at you. he better not post anything on tiktok.

  “i’m editing.” he smiled and kept looking at the screen, ignoring you.

  “like i give a shit. let’s go out. get ice cream.”

  knowing you would never shut up, ranboo gave in to your idiocy. “alright…”.

  quickly getting up, you forced him to take you to the ice cream shop, holding his hand all the way. arriving at the shop, ranboo was forced to pay for both cones.

  smiling, you chuckled. “gold digger…” you heard him mutter.

  sitting at the benches, you leaned your head on his shoulder. “so, what caused this change in personality?” ranboo leaned his head over to look at you.

  “nghhhhh;;;;;;; no.” you laughed at him, knowing you were frustrating him.

  “so you just magically decided i could be a replacement for a playground?”

  “i just got an idea! let’s go to the park! we can play on the playground.” ranboo sighed. you were the embodiment of :3, and definitely a handful.

finally this is out!! i hope you liked this, even though its late. very late… yes! But i hope you enjoyed this. side question - what’s everyone’s favorite ice cream flavor? personally, i always get superman from ice cream shops but strawberry from cartons.

tagged ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@feverish-dove

#mcyt x reader #ranboo x reader #feverish-dove

[may-day-voice]

When You Walk In On Him

2nd Edition w/ Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero & Hitoshi Shinsou | 172732014

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EIJIROU KIRISHIMA | The Crash

The giant expanse of Fat Gum’s agency was a sight to behold. Compared to Fourth Kind’s modest establishment, you found something warm and comforting in these halls. Still, you twiddle your thumbs and tapped your shoes in anxiousness. You haven’t heard from Kirishima in a while. Your eyes drifted every so often catching glimpses of Heroes and Sidekicks alike roaming the large foyer, but no tall redhead.

You decided, perhaps, to roam a bit. Perhaps Kirishima was still on patrol, or on mission, or on his way to a mission, or returning, or-

“Hey,” spoke a low voice catching your attention from your runaway train of thought.

“Oh, Amajiki, hey, sorry, didn’t see you there,” you mumbled, fumbling over your words a little. It only made the tall dark-haired man sulk, hiding his eyes behind his shades and his hood. He looked a little worse for wear with part of his cloak charred, assuming he must’ve returned from patrol.

“It’s fine,” he simply replied. “I’m used to it.”

“No, I didn’t mean… have you seen Eijirou? He said he’d be back but I haven’t seen him through here.”

Amajiki’s eyes drifted through the foyer before he shrugged. “He’s probably already back. He called in not too long ago. If I see him, I’ll let him know you’re here.”

“Thank you Amajiki.”

You beamed a smile at the Pro-Hero, watching his eyes turn away before he walked. If you didn’t know any better, it looked like he was slightly embarrassed.

“Oh, Amajiki, where would Eijirou be if he’s done for the day?” You asked.

“Maybe the lockers,” replied Amajiki without even turning his head to face you.

You only continued to watch him walk away. It was commonplace for the Pro-Hero to be a little unsociable, but he still radiated a good heart that came with his reputation. You stood from one of the foyer lounges, stretching your limbs above your head before you began to stroll through the agency, making note of the direction towards the locker rooms. Maybe you’ll bump into Kirishima? Or he got caught up with his friends in the agency?

A couple of Sidekicks exited a steamy room while they waved something in the air between themselves. They were quick to catch with your eye as they ran past, but it looked like a couple pieces of clothing in their hands, guffawing and hooting through the hall. You shook your head at the sight until the sound of running wet footsteps suddenly caught your ear.

A sudden jolt slammed into you before a large body grabbed hold of yours, catching you in his large arms. The cold touch of his skin and the warmth of the steam around you hit you like a brick wall while your hands pressed against his bare chest.

“Sorry I didn’t mean-“ started a familiar voice before you came face-to-face with a familiar redhead, his hair clinging to his skin while he pressed against yours. You felt the rush of blood flush into your cheeks and your ears when you stared into those familiar red eyes.

“… Thumper?” Uttered Kirishima with his large arms hugging around you.

You were speechless, feeling every muscle of his on you, thankful that at the very least he was wearing a towel around his hips. Still, a very naked Kirishima held onto you in the middle of the halls. Out in public.

And he only realised the same thought.

“Whoa, sorry! I mean, it’s not what it looked like!” He exclaimed, releasing you and backing away, his hand immediately on the edge of his towel. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back!”

The next thing you knew, Kirishima ran after those Sidekicks earlier with his towel still flailing around keeping him decent. You did not move, you felt like your breath halted before you walked towards a wall to lean against, groaning and hiding your face in your hands.

DENKI KAMINARI | The Flirt

You woke in the warm armchair that overlooked the pier in Endor Docks, staring at the moonlight that shone into your eyes. In your fog, you found a book on your lap and a blanket draped over your body. Falling asleep to one of the few books available wasn’t a strange occurrence, however the blanket that wrapped around you brought a smile on your face. Kaminari had come home sometime during the night.

There was no reason to find him, assuming that he had made his way to bed upon arriving home from whatever Commission work he had to involve himself in. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you shifted in the armchair, hearing the creak from its old wooden frame, and feeling the tightness in your muscles. You ensured you wouldn’t make too much noise, now knowing that it was already dark and could interrupt Kaminari’s sleep upstairs.

Still, nature called.

Your head was foggy. You felt groggy, yawning out loud while you walked towards the bathroom. Unfortunately, you did not notice the light that was alit from behind its doors, opening it to be met by the warmth of moisture in the air and the steam that caressed your skin. There standing in the middle of the open bathroom was Kaminari, hair draped down his back while he draped a towel around his waist. If you weren’t so groggy from the sleep, the steamy image of this Pro-Hero definitely woke you up. Your eyes trailed along his wet skin, taking note of his lithe and lean build before he turned his golden eyes on you.

“Um… uh… I…” you stammered, standing by the door like a deer staring at oncoming headlights.

His golden eyes captivated you, still dozing and relaxed from a hot shower while his hair clung to his skin. That smile of his, crooked with a tiny smirk, caught you unaware.

“Mon Ange?” He cooed. “It’s rude to stare you know.”

“Merde, pardon, je n'étais pas au courant,” you immediately said, shutting your eyes and holding your hand out. “Je suis désolé.”

Soon the feel of hands reached out to yours, still warm to the touch, yet cold from the wet. You peeked, only to be met by Kaminari’s almost cocky stare, his bare chest now close to you.

“I had a late night,” he explained. “Sorry if I woke you.”

“Oh no, you didn’t,” you explained still by the bathroom door. “I just, um…” It was odd to stare, to be on this side of the situation. As dorky as Kaminari was, he looked different in this light, as if he bore a different side of him. No amount of gossip or current affairs you had read would ever describe Kaminari in this way.

There was a flutter in your chest.

“May I have your permission to pass through the threshold?” He asked still with that smirk.

“Huh?” You still stared only to realize that you were blocking his way out from the bathroom, hopping out of the way to give him space to leave. You caught the glimmer of something in his face before he slid his fingers from yours, leaving you while he walked towards his bedroom loft. It wasn’t his crooked smirk, but his eyes. He spoke with bedroom eyes.

“Sleep well Mon Ange,” he spoke, turning his gaze on you once more before he disappeared from sight.

You needed a moment before stepping into the steam, snapping yourself from the trance he held onto you effortlessly. You couldn’t help but smile.

And you thought you were the only one able to enchant.

“Goodnight Roi de la Fee.”

HANTA SERO | The Charm

You perched atop a mediocre apartment complex while you surveyed the scene, spotting the agency in sight. After weeks on the run, you’ve grown impatient with your lack of information on your own investigations. Your usual routes to collect from the Commission have been abandoned due to a number of crises, and if you were honest, playing petty thief was getting old.

You spotted Hanta Sero not too long ago disappear into his agency, wondering if you could slip into the building undetected to have a word. It had been some time since you’ve spoken to him, still angry over the fact that you had been made for your escapades. That visit in the rain, despite the painful experience, didn’t count.

A ball of light flickered in the palm of your hand, playing with it for a moment before you tossed it towards a partially open window on one of the agency’s floors. With that, your body transferred into light, appearing by the window sill and shooting through its cracks, landing onto the vinyl floor with a squeak. There was no time to lose before your feet flew down the hall, your eyes darting for any signs of life.

Luckily no one was around.

The first course of action was to locate Sero, discovering that you found yourself in the enclosed office spaces, where most, if not all judging by the silence, have left for the day. You quickly made your way through the halls, finding a set of stairwells until the sound of chatter caught your ear. Without hesitation, you turned towards a set of doors, the next ones available for you to slip into before eyes caught sight of your presence.

You breathed a sigh of relief once the voices and footsteps disappeared from the other side of the door, turning to find yourself in a locker room. Your eyes stared at the row of lockers that lined the walls until a pair of wet footsteps caught your attention, turning your eyes on-

“Ah!”

There in nothing but a towel and still wet from the showers stood Sero with his hair slicked back. He stared at you, flabbergasted by your presence inside his agency, let alone presently here while he finished a day of work.

“What are you doing? How did you get in?” He questioned with his hand tightly clutching his towel by his waist.

“Oh my god, put some clothes on!” You exclaimed in turn, looking elsewhere and refusing to look him in the eye.

“I just got out of a shower.”

“Okay, but you standing there doesn’t help the situation.” You pulled at your lips, trying your best to keep the image of his body out of your head. But you couldn’t ignore the fact that he was standing beside you, in nothing but that towel, all wet.

“Wow, I’ve never seen you so embarrassed like this,” he chirped with a smirk.

“This isn’t funny!” You remarked. “Can you go get changed so I can talk with you?”

“We can talk right now. You have my attention.”

He wasn’t making it any easier.

“I’m still mad at you,” you added, your eyes trying their best to still look away. “Can you just put some clothes on?”

The sound of footsteps grew closer before he walked past you, allowing your eyes to watch the curvature of his back before he approached his locker ahead. You only continued to stare, watching him collect his civilian clothes before he began to loosen his towel to dry further. Your breath hitched before you turned your back to him once more, avoiding eye contact and any roving eyes from staring. It didn’t help your imagination on what was happening behind your back.

This plan backfired.

HITOSHI SHINSOU | The Wit

A brisk walk was what you needed to clear your head. You took in some fresh air before you found your way back home, entering the foyer, then soon the elevator, taking you to the fifth floor. Entering through your door was the usual, being greeted by Toka who curled around your legs with a mewl. You collected her in your arms, eyes staring into hers despite her inquisitive nature, now perched on your chest from another perspective.

“Now, has Daddy come back home?” You asked with a chirp, receiving one from Toka. “No? He’s still at work?”

Thanks to Shinsou, you were given some leave to recuperate from the events Seek had caused throughout the city. This left you with nothing to do at home while he continued the effort, on and off the books. You sighed while bobbing Toka gently in your arms, giving her a scratch or two before you released her. A shower felt like a good idea, you thought.

You began to strip some of your clothes, tossing them onto the couch while you briskly made your way towards the bathroom. Your mind was elsewhere, free from thoughts until you questioned the sound of running water briefly before it stopped. Trick of the mind, or so you thought before the bathroom door swung open too late.

In a wet mess of purple hair, Shinsou stood by the doors with a towel wrapped around his waist. The warm and humid air pricked your skin instantaneously, and your eyes laid on his bare chest before they crawled up towards his drowsy eyes. You swore that the hot shower had lifted those eye bags, even if it was a little.

“Hey Kitten,” cooly greeted Shinsou with a smirk.

“… hi,” you squeaked, unable to contain your composure. You questioned his presence. Wasn’t he supposed to be at work? Did he text that he was coming home early? Did you forget? Did he? You didn’t utter another word, only fixated on your thoughts while you stared at his moist skin and damp hair that framed his face.

Shinsou edged in closer, hovering a breath away from your face with his drowsy violet eyes staring into yours. “Cat got your tongue?” He teased while he leaned against the door frame.

“Stop tempting me,” you spat with a pout, feeling the heat from his skin.

“This is the most fun I’ve had for a while. Let me have this,” he whispered close to your lips before closing in for a kiss.

You giggled while he did, only being silenced by Shinsou’s lips pressing against yours. His wet fingers trailed along your cheek and jaw, sending shivers across your skin and down your spine. He did not care how wet he was, or how much he was pressing against you while he maneuvered around you, still in his kiss until he pulled away, leaving you by the bathroom door.

You watched him walk away into the bedroom, leaving behind damp footprints on the wooden floors. The bubbling excitement only brewed in your stomach, filled with butterflies before you entered the bathroom.

#hitoshi shinso x reader #sero x reader #kaminari x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha #bnha au #bnha headcanons #bnha fanfiction

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Would you write some steamy make out session between fem!reader x a daughter of your choice? Maybe the daughter would sneak out of the castle or sneak reader in the castle into her bedroom. They can go all the way, I'd love a dominant top reader in this, but if you're not comfortable writing about that someone can interrupt them when reader is just about have their hand in the daughter's pants. Thank you in advance!

I picked Bela, cuz I've already got some nsfw with the other two planned. Not gonna lie, this had me, like, screaming in the middle of the night because I'm incredibly easily flustered, and whooooo boy this is what the folks would call "horny". Anyway, I tried, hopefully it's good. If not, please forgive me, I haven't written nsfw in ages (can you believe I used to write this stuff with a straight face?). PS: the reader probably isn't as dominant as you were going for? I just, idk, personally exude bottom energy (even as an ace) and struggle a lil with that sort of thing. If I understand terms correctly (and I do not), the reader might count as a 'service top'. What does that even mean. I'm probably not correct. Just. Just read the thing and see if it's any good, leave me to my awkward flailing.

Under read-more for horny, obvs. Also because this is, like, 1.5k words, which belongs under a read-more. Oh, also not beta read? I could not willingly make someone read this and edit it.

Sweet Talkin' (Alt: the fic that killed j)

“Are you sure we won’t get caught?” You asked, butterflies in your stomach, equal parts nervous and excited. This date had taken weeks of planning. Every last detail was covered, from location to timing to where a certain noble would be, backed up by maidens and begrudging sisters alike. At the end of the day, you really shouldn’t be nervous. But considering just how special this was supposed to be… well, you couldn’t help your anxiety. Evidently your girlfriend feels much the same, as her reassuring smile was hardly as confident as it normally was.

“We’ve gone over this a thousand times, darling, we know it’s going to work out fine,” Bela Dimitrescu replied, before pulling you in for a quick kiss. The two of you stay in each other’s arms for a moment, gently resting your foreheads together. “It will be fine, it has to be. If my mother found out-”

“She won’t,” you interjected, quickly, trying to do for her what she had done for you. “You said it yourself, we’ve double and triple checked. As long as we finish up before dinner, as planned, your sisters will keep her distracted. Admittedly I’m still not sure how you managed to convince them to help.”

“The threat of mutually assured destruction,” Bela replied, as if it was obvious. Something about the way she was always so fast to respond, usually with something clever, made your heart skip a beat. Ooh, and the confidence she radiated? Even better. “Besides, I’ve covered for the two of them a dozen times or more, I think they owe me one. Now, let’s just enjoy this time we have together, alright?” Then she takes both of your hands in her own, giving them a soft squeeze, while looking at you lovingly.

“Is it getting a little warm in here, or is it just me?” You asked, blushing, almost overwhelmed by the heat shared between the two of you. There’s a slight lump in your throat, but you push it down as fast as you can. After all, this was exactly what the two of you had wanted, and you happened to have a little ‘surprise’ in mind. Now seemed like the perfect chance to act. “Maybe we should do something about it, hmm? Don’t want me overheating during our date, now do we?” Well, it wasn’t your smoothest moment, for sure. But you were used to Bela taking the lead in these sorts of situations. This was simply your turn to have some fun, finally show that you didn’t always need to be told what to do (not that you minded, at least not when it was Bela giving you commands).

“Oh? Do elaborate, darling, I’d love to hear what you’re suggesting,” she replied, soft smile betraying her mirth. For a second you see her gaze drift from your eyes to your lips, and you have a feeling you know exactly what she’s thinking about. Seizing the moment, you wrap an arm around her waist, then pull her in for a kiss. Soon enough you two are pressed against each other, eager in your movements, hearts racing in sync. Slowly but surely you move your hand, edging it down her back, then a little further… Bela gasps as you gently grab her ass, not having expected you to be the first to make such a move. A few moments later you have to break for air, chests heaving, but you don’t let go of her entirely.

“Less clothes, for starters. And since your skin isn’t, hmm, quite as warm as mine… I was thinking I could use that to my advantage. If your thighs need a little warming, we could kill two birds with one stone,” you said, practically purring, voice lower than usual. A blush soon rises up Bela’s cheeks as she considers your offer. It doesn’t take her long to smirk, satisfied, one hand going to cup your cheek.

“Right now, there is nothing I would love more,” she murmured. It’s all the encouragement you need to act. Without hesitation you tuck an arm behind her legs, sweeping her up and onto the desk in one smooth motion. It’s a good thing she cleaned up for our date, you think, as you position your body between her thighs. For now you focus your lips on her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along it. Meanwhile your hands find themselves on the fabric of her dress, slowly sliding it upwards, revealing more of her soft skin, ready and waiting for your touch. She lets out a quiet moan as you work, using one hand to hold your head close to her. “You’re rather eager today, dear. Worried we won’t have time for you to get a turn?” Bela asked, in between sharp breaths, teasing as ever.

Instead of replying, you just run your tongue over a particularly sensitive spot on her neck (one you’ve taken advantage of many, many times), unable to stop yourself from smiling when it draws another, louder, moan from her lips. Savoring the feeling, you give her the softest lovebite you can manage. Then you finally get the hem of her dress up to her thighs, allowing you all the access you need, and you pull back to look her in the eyes.

“The only thing I’m worried about is how loud you’re about to be. I wouldn’t want to scar the other maidens,” you said, grinning. Part of you remembers that Daniela and her girlfriend had already handed out plenty of mental scars. The rest of you, however, is content to focus on your girlfriend. So you give her one last quick peck on the lips. Seconds later you’re on your knees, looking up to admire the view. You can’t help but release a low breath at the sight. It takes you a moment to recover, blushing heavily, before you get back to work. Reaching up you take the edge of her underwear in your hands, tugging it away. Bela shifts as you do, trying to make it easier for you, and before long you’ve removed it entirely and tossed the garment over your shoulder. Normally you’d be neater, but when the two of you had all the time in the world… why bother?

Even with one hell of a prize right there, you don’t go straight for her cunt. You place a kiss against her inner thigh, then another one, taking your sweet time. It’s driving Bela crazy, and she’s squirming in place. Picking up the pace just a bit, you add in a couple nibbles, slowly climbing up her thighs, hands ensuring they stayed parted. Right as you move in for more, her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer, closer. On one hand you want to tease her, payback for a dozen times she’s done this exact thing to you. On the other hand… your lips can’t help themselves. You’re kissing her clit, loving the way she gasps in response, switching to using your tongue, quick licks one after another. Now her fingers are curling in your hair, pulling ever so slightly.

“Babe,” Bela gasped, struggling to keep herself from bucking too hard, free hand clenching the desk as hard as she could. Eager to please her further, you work faster, tongue rolling over her wet folds, then focusing on her clit, cycling the motions, even as she moves herself against you. You swear you can almost hear her heart racing- but it’s just your own beating in your ears, nearly drowned out by the sound of her pleasure. Every sound urges you onward, rewarding every lick or kiss with a surge of pride. You were the reason she was gasping, calling your name, shaking ever the slightest. Soon, well, soon you’ll be the reason why she was cumming. “Oh fuck,” she said, tensing up for a split second, one last lick sending her over the edge. The way she tugs on your hair hurts, but you know it’s more out of reflex than anything else.

“Mmm,” you hummed, pressing a couple soft kisses to Bela’s inner thighs, letting her come down from her high without having to worry about overstimulation (at least not yet). Then you’re rising back to your feet, glad to stretch out a little. “Ready for round two?” You asked, teasing, though a hundred percent ready if she did agree. To your surprise… she nods, eagerly, sending you a familiar smirk. “Well, I’d better get to work, then.” With that said you move closer, grinning just as wide as your girlfriend, beyond glad that you had plenty of time to do whatever you wanted with each other… because the two of you were going to need every minute.

#bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #female reader #this made me scream #and die #this killed me #don't feel bad about requesting it tho #i'm just a dramatic bitch #a really easily flustered dramatic bitch #for the love of fuck #please enjoy #at this point #i am more nervous about it being good or not #than i am flustered #if it's bad just let me down gently #i have no faith in myself #now i go off to write more mute reader stuff #to calm down before bed

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Walker (John Stones imagine) Part I

Just a short imagine I wrote using a prompt idea sent to me by @footballffbarbiex. The second part will follow since this is just an introduction. Hope you like it, and you know - read, enjoy, like, reblog, tell me what you think - whatever. I am just happy to share my writings with you. Note: needs some editing.

Part II

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If there was a list of things for which Rosie had absolutely no talent for, running would be sitting pretty close to top, right between multitasking and doing maths. 

Rosie just wasn’t good at moving fast and sweating at the same time. Also, her coordination and balance skills weren’t exactly something that she could be proud of. 

“For the love of God, Walker, come back!” Rosie pleaded, breathlessly jogging across the large patch of green as she tried to catch up with her brother’s dog - his silhouette disappearing between the unassuming pedestrians and mothers pushing their prams.

Taking care of her brother’s dog while he was on a vacation with his twat mates wasn’t exactly how she imagined her last week in Barnsley to be, and despite refusing to do it, she still found herself picking up the keys to his flat on the morning of his departure - cursing the miniscule threads of motherly instincts she harboured for her younger sibling.

The plan was fairly simple - Rosie would spend a week in her brother’s bachelor pad that had the pungent smell of Axe deodorant penetrated in the walls, take his dog Walker out at least once a day, and make sure to utilise the obscene amount of streaming services that he was subscribed to, before travelling back to Manchester for yet another year of pretending to be a successful young professional.

And it was simple, until Walker, as if jinxed by some invisible force, ripped himself and his leash out of Rosie’s loosened grip and started running after some random person, jogging on the opposite side of the park. The first thing she did was to take a halt, hoping that the dog will return on its own if she angrily called out his name, but she soon realised that such thing wasn’t going to happen. 

So she started running, feeling how her soul was leaving her body through her nose, suddenly regretting her decision to throw away the flyer she found in her mailbox earlier that year, offering her one-month-no-commitment trial at her local gym. 

Rosie felt the pain in the right side of her abdomen intensify as she clumsily ran through a group of happy picnic-goers, apologising absent-mindedly - her hands flailing around idiotically. The people she passed on her way only gave her weird and confused looks while the group of teenagers laughed, pointing their fingers at her.

No wonder they were laughing. She was looking like a mad woman, running off-path and seemingly without a reason.

And then, just when she was about to step onto the gravelled path, her right Birkenstock decided to slip off. 

With a small profanity, Rosie stopped, hastily slipping it back on, and when she looked up, both her brother’s dog and the guy he was running after, were nowhere to be seen. 

A sudden feeling of panic spread inside of her like a wildfire, and she gulped - her insides dropping to the bottom of her stomach.

No, no, no, no.

The fear never left her as she walked onto the main path, mixing in with the people taking their afternoon strolls. She took a short walk forward, before going back, trying to make herself believe that she was going to find Walker. Her brother told her that he was a nice dog, easy to take care of, but that also had a lot of energy that came periodically. 

She hoped that this wasn’t that kind of period. 

Just when she was about to take her phone out and ring her brother, she spotted a fraction of the familiar brown fur, and she sighed a breath of relief. Quickly, she stalked her way towards the dog, passing a strip of benches and a large fountain before reaching Walker and the young, shirtless stranger who was playfully teasing the dog into doing jumps. 

“Is it yours?” the guy asked, glancing briefly at her before turning his attention back to Walker who had his tail wagging excitedly at him, ignoring both Rosie and her annoyed face expression.

“No,” she answered in a flat tone, “I just enjoy running after random dogs in the park. Heard it’s on its way of becoming an Olympics discipline,” Rosie added, giving a stranger an raised eyebrow.

The stranger laughed at her comeback, before crouching down to be on eye-level with the dog, bringing both of his hands behind Walker’s ears and scratching him gently. 

“You’re a funny one,” the shirtless guy grinned at her, and Rosie couldn’t help but note the shade of blue that his eyes had and how nicely shaped his tattooed arms were. Realising that she was staring, she sheepishly looked down at her feet - her usual dry-witted and confident persona disappearing. “It’s a beautiful breed,” he commented, probably sensing her reluctance, and Rosie nodded in agreement.

“His name is Walker,” Rosie answered, bringing her own hand to stroke the dog’s back, feeling her annoyance diminish. “It’s my brother’s.”

The stranger looked back at her - a smile still present on his lips. “My mate’s name is Walker, but he’s definitely not as good-looking as your Walker.”

“I sincerely hope that your Walker doesn’t like to run after strangers in the park.”

“If they are girls, long-legged and dark-haired, then yes.”

Rosie shook her head politely at the inside-joke she wasn’t familiar with before grabbing Walker’s leash from the ground, wrapping it firmly around her palm. “Sorry for interrupting your running session,” she started awkwardly, trying to fill the silence. “It’s just, he spotted you, and second later, I was running my soul out to find him.”

“I really don’t mind,” the guy shuffled back to his feet before running both of his hands through his sweaty curls, bringing Rosie’s heart to a halt when she realised that she had already seen his face somewhere. 

Was he one of his brother’s twat friends?

“I’ll tell my brother next time he needs a dog-sitter,” she commented, making the stranger laugh softly yet again, and she blushed lightly, giving him a smile. “Well, I think we’ll let you run some more, to catch up with your merits or whatever,” Rosie added, and the handsome stranger nodded before she turned around on her heel, leading Walker away - her heartbeat accelerating with each step she made.

Was it beating like this the entire time?

“Hey!” the guy called out when she was a mere few steps away, and Rosie stopped before turning around - feeling the tingles wash over her. “What’s your name?” he asked, jogging slowly towards her.

“Rosie,” she answered with a smile, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, avoiding looking at his eyes. 

“I’m John,” he he replied with a toothy smile, making Rosie’s heart do a quick jumping jack.

“Nice to meet you, John, I’ll maybe see you ar–” was all she could say before Walker started dragging her away from the shirtless stranger and towards whatever squirrel he had seen on the other side of the park.

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Joker!Sting x GenderNeutral!Reader: Overthinking

Summary: Y/n Is having major anxiety about [Insert big event here] and may have gone off the deep end doing some research, so Sting Is here to help! (Also because he's like a cat and wanted attention.)

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Brief explanation: F/N = First name, M/N = Middle name, L/N = Last name.

A/N: I was going through some anxiety and wrote this to try to calm myself down, It definitely helped.

(Edited this portion 10/21/2021)

“Ah there you are, Y/N!”

You perk up slightly at the mention of your name but don’t turn around. You’re too busy looking things up. And after a moment of silence, you actually forget someone else Is In the room with you.

Until you hear It again. “Y/N?” You’re not focusing enough on the sound to make out who It Is.

But as soon as he got closer and you could smell his cologne, you instantly knew who It was. “Sting?”

“Oh, so you did know It was me. You were just opting to ignore me, were you?” He asked teasingly, leaning against the back of your chair.

“Not Intentiona--” You cut yourself off, jumping in surprise as his face was literally right next to yours now as he looked at your screen. At least his face wasn’t painted so he wasn’t getting paint all over you this time… Not that you entirely minded.

“Whatcha workin’ on so intensely?” Sting asked as he took off his sunglasses to better see your screen.

“Um, It’s nothing.” You said quickly as you shut your laptop, feeling your face heat up.

“No no, It’s not nothing… What was that?”

“You’re going to laugh at me…” You whined, tiredly rubbing your face.

“Moi? Now would I do something like that to you?”

You blinked. “Is this a trick question?”

Sting chuckled. “No, The answer Is no… I wouldn’t laugh at you. Anyone else? Most definitely.”

The lights cut out In the room, and when they came back on you were In a completely different position. You were wrapped up in his arms, sitting on his lap, and he was sitting In the chair you previously were.

“That’s not fair! What did I say about using your powers??” You pouted, folding your arms across your chest stubbornly.

“That I should only use them In emergencies, Or to screw with Hogan.” He recited thoughtfully, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Exactly.”

“Yeah, exactly! This was an emergency… My adorable angel Isn’t smiling or paying any attention to me! I count that as a huge emergency.”

You sighed, what were you going to do with this sweet clown of yours?

You craned your head to give him a stern look, but you lost the nerve when your eyes met his. “Fine… You’re off the hook this once…” You conceded, resting against his chest. “Cheater.” you whispered under your breath.

“Hey now, If I really was a cheater… I’d do something like… this,” You squeaked as you felt him start tickling you. “To make you smile…”

You burst out In high pitched giggles and tried to break free, but he held you securely In his arms. “Sting!”

“Hmm~?”

“Stop It! I’m trying to work!” You giggled, flailing uselessly.

Arguably the funniest part of this was the fact that he was completely nonchalant about It, almost as If he had no idea what he was doing.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything because I’m not a cheater~”

Ohh… he’s so gonna get It later.

You managed to pry his hands off of you, and you collapsed back against his chest catching your breath. “You’re such a jerk…”

He chuckled In amusement and pressed a kiss against your temple. “You insult me as though It’s my fault you’re ticklish.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as you released his hands. You tried to go for his ribs in retaliation, but he saw this coming a mile away and wrapped you up in a tight hug, trapping your arms to your sides.

“Nice try, love.” He said in a totally unfair low voice, gently planting another kiss against your neck.

You reiterate, cheater.

Though any arguments seemed to get caught in your throat as you felt yourself relaxing in his arms. Sting seemed to sense that you were calming down, so he loosened his hold on you.

“You wanna tell me what you’ve been doing on your computer for hours on end, now?” He asked, stroking your hair.

You sighed and carefully pulled the laptop Into your lap so you could show him. You opened the device and showed him the screen.

You had at least 20 tabs open with random topics, at first the names seemed to branch off of each other but about 6 tabs in they got much more chaotic In nature.

“Ah. You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little…” You blushed. “But… I just want to get this [event] right!”

“Why didn’t you come find me? I would have helped you.”

You looked down, slowly closing the laptop and putting it back on the desk. “I didn’t want to bother you…” You mumbled quietly.

“F/N M/N L/N.”

You winced at the stern tone his voice took, you looked up at him worried you had upset him. But that wasn’t the case. His chocolate brown eyes still held the same warmth and love they had previously.

“You couldn’t bother me even If you tried. I happen to care about you,” He tucked some of your hair behind your ear as he spoke. “And I want to be there to support you. I might not be the biggest help, but sometimes when everything comes crashing down or gets to be too much, It makes all the difference to have someone that loves you there beside you. That way you know you aren’t alone.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes. Just when you think you can’t possibly love this man more, he proves you wrong every time.

That weight that was sitting heavy on your chest was lifting, and for the first time that night you felt like you could breathe.

You took a minute to process what he said, and to calm down before responding. “I love you so much… You always know exactly how to help.”

He smiled that dazzling smile at you, the one that made you weak. “I love you too, Y/N.”

He leaned In closer and captured your lips in a gentle sweet kiss. Surprisingly you were the one to pull back first, you realized just how tired you actually were.

This didn’t go unnoticed. “I think It’s time you get some sleep…” He chuckled. “I cooould get you to bed faster If I was allowed to--”

“Fine… This counts as an emergency.” You yawned, then giggled at the giddy look on his face.

The lights were out again, and when they came back on you both were sitting on the bed. You might never get used to that, but at least It’s handy when he’s not using it unfairly.

You kissed him again. Sting was the one to lead, with his hands on your waist he gently pulled you to him. You knew there was practically no point In trying to fight for the upper hand in this kiss, because he simply wouldn’t allow you to have it.

Does that mean you didn’t still try? No. You have a hard time letting him win, you’re pretty competitive in that aspect. Even though you can count on one hand all the times you’ve won In a make out session with him.

He kissed you In the most agonizing but completely amazing way possible; Slowly but firmly. There was this note of total frustration in your moans, you wanted the kiss to become more intense and rough, but he wouldn’t let you change the tempo.

He probably knew you wouldn’t be able to handle something that rough given your current state of fatigue.

You hated It, but also loved It at the same time.

Once you two pulled apart-- and both caught your breath, you noticed the flicker of mischief in his eyes. Oh boy.

“So about what you said earlier… Was that you admitting I’m always right?”

“How did you get that from what I said…?” You laughed.

“Because, If I always know exactly what to say… wouldn’t that mean I always say the right thing, therefore I’m always right?” Sting answered with a grin.

You rolled your eyes and smacked him with a pillow. “Nope. And you know what else?”

“Mhm~?”

“You’re still a cheater. But not just any cheater…” You paused for dramatic effect, then pounced on top of him and buried your fingers in his ribcage. “You’re a ticklish cheater!”

“Ack! H-Hey! Hahaha! Stop It Y/N! Okay that’s It-- C’MERE!”

Okay, so maybe initiating a tickle fight wasn’t the best idea, again given your current state of fatigue… but you couldn’t help yourself. At least you both slept really well that night thanks to being so tired afterwards.

And the negative thoughts? They were finally at the back of your mind. And you finally felt some peace as you lie cuddled up to your soul mate, drifting off to sleep...

#Sting #Joker!Sting #Sting x reader #TNA Sting #Sting has powers because I said so #Joker!Sting my beloved #This chaotic dorky clown Is on my mind 24/7 #I literally quote Joker!Sting daily lmao

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ch 6: demon kinda fine

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a/n: so many apologies for the long wait! work and classes have been taking up so much of my time, but i’ll try to be better about getting chapters out. plus, i accidentally deleted the first draft of this and literally had to write the whole thing over. please enjoy this one! another time skip sorry but also some written parts! not edited unfortunately

ps there’s a small section of writing between the ig posts and hj’s texts so don’t miss that

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“Y/N!”

Your brother’s shrill shriek of your name and the booming sound of your door hitting the wall rip you out of your once-peaceful slumber. Disoriented and frustrated, you watch through blurry vision as Jongho sifts through your closet.

“Jongho, what the fuck are you doing in my room? It’s so early get the fuck out.” you slur, weakly chucking your favorite stuffed animal at his back.

You faintly hear him scoff as you shove your head back into your pillow. Right before you can drift back into dreamland, your warm haven is yanked from the top of you, cold air hitting your bare arms and legs. You let out a gargled noise, shivering at the sudden contrast.

“First of all, it’s 12 in the afternoon, you lazy piece of shit. And second,” he says, lifting you by the arm into a sitting position. “The boys wanted to do something today. Just check your damn phone and get dressed. You’ve got 20 minutes.” With that, Jongho waltzes out of your room, not missing the chance to chuck your beloved stuffed dog in your face.

Your head falls back into your pillow with a dramatic groan, and you blindly feel around your bedside table for your phone. Picking up your phone, your eyes widen at the sheer number of notifications you see.

Given the amount of time at your disposal, you elect to ignore your best friend, opting to skim through the groupchat to gauge some sort of idea on the plans for the day. You give up after about 5 minute a, climbing out of bed and loafing over to the outfit Jongho all but destroyed your room to find.

Fifteen minutes later you’re about as put-together as you think you can be, clothes smoothed and hair styled just the way you like it. Leaning into the mirror to finish touching up your hair, your mind wanders to the first time your group hung out.

That day had been one of the best you’d ever had. Your initial worry of awkwardness was quickly dispelled the moment you entered the cafe, as you and your brother were greeted with loud voices and bright smiles.

You also remember that day as when your friendship with Wooyoung really took off. Conversation never ceased between the two of you, and you were happy to learn he adored physical touch as much as you did. From the minute you sat down next to him, you were attached at the hip, his arm slung around your shoulder and yours around his waist like you’d known each other forever.

You giggle fondly at the thought of your best friend, the amount of time you spend even just texting him never diminishing your adoration for him, even five months later. You still can’t believe it’s been 5 months since your first hangout as a group. You really just can’t believe how lucky you’ve been to score a group of friends this amazing.

You’re cut out of your cheesy reverie by a chorus of voices yelling from downstairs. You fix yourself once more before hastily grabbing your things and rushing downstairs. You’re met with the sight of Jongho, Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung, a loud scream of “Dumbass!” coming from the latter.

“Dipshit!” you race over to wrap him in an always too-tight hug while he complains about the lack of circulation going to his head. He shoves you off jokingly, fishing his keys out of his pocket. With one side look at San and a shout of “Shotgun! Eat shit mountain man!” has you snatching Wooyoung’s keys and sprinting to his car, San hot on your heels.

Needless to say, the car ride starts with a pouting San squished between Yeosang and Jongho, with a gloating you fiddling with the aux in the front. His sour mood doesn’t last long, the truck soon being filled with laughter and screaming when the first beats of Miroh sound.

“Fuck,” you groaned, flopping onto the couch. “I am so full.”

7 equally full bodies were sprawled out on Hongjoon’s floor and couches, some romcom faintly playing on the flatscreen. The body underneath you that you volunteered to be your pillow shifts uncomfortably.

“Get off, you’re laying on my bladder dumbass.” Wooyoung pushes you onto the floor, standing up with a groan and waddling to the bathroom. When the bathroom door closes, Hongjoong appears in the hallway, clapping his hands.

“Okay you lazy asses, get up. I’ve got blankets for everyone and a couple blow-up mattresses. Everyone get your shit cause we’re crashing in here tonight.”

Unfortunately, you still haven’t fully digested that fourth bowl of ramen you had, so you opt to just chill on the floor for a bit longer. A hand in your face startles you, and you meet Wooyoung’s eyes as he flails the appendage in your face. You groan and grab his hand, letting him pull your limp body from the floor.

“Come on. Up you go.”

The blanket he shoves in your arms has you flopping back down on the couch, desperate to get some sleep. Equally tired as you, the rest of your friends situate themselves in their desired spot, Wooyoung taking his place beside you. You both naturally curl into each other, his arm behind your head and you lean into his side. This is just the nature of your friendship.

So why is your heart beating so quickly?

Your eyes shoot open, and you check to make sure your companion’s asleep. Luckily for you, he’s out like a light, nearly indiscernible snores escaping his mouth. You sigh in relief, trying to rein in your thoughts. Why are you feeling like this? Why is your face suddenly so hot? Why does your stomach feel queasy? Why-

Oh.

Oh no.

You know why. Your eyes fly over to meet Hongjoong’s from across the room, his worried glance meeting your panicked eyes. You grab your phone from your pocket as quietly as possible, gesturing at him to get his. He watches as your fingers nervously type something out. At your message, his eyes widen.

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