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violetarks · 3 months

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"they don't love me like you do!"

anime: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru

summary: despite the countless valentines day offers he receives, satoru will only ever accept one confession. but you're confessing... to his best friend?

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, high school! au

"please accept these chocolates, gojo!" says the girl in front of him. satoru casually pulls down his glasses enough to see the red, heart-shaped cardboard box.

"oh, uh... thank you." he awkwardly says. this girl was two year below him, judging by the colours of her indoor shoes. he didn't even know her name. "this is... a surprise."

"i've liked you ever since orientation day. i hope you like these." she says with a nervous grin. she's stiff as he takes them out of her hands, standing up straight to stare at the tall man. "thank you for always being so funny and helping everyone you can."

"ah, you're welcome." he says, tucking the chocolates and the letter taped to it under his arm. luckily, the lunch bell had rung and everyone should've been off to enjoy their break. "well, i'll... see you around."

"b—bye, gojo!" she calls, waving at him as he walks the other way. he gives a kind smile before he turns the corner, dropping it immediately.

on the way to class, multiple other students watched him as he carelessly skimmed through the letter before stuffing it in his book bag, ready to throw it (and the others) away once home. valentines day was this week and it was two days before it today. yet satoru had received tons of confession letters and date proposals, none of which he had the intention of accepting.

plopping down in his chair, he groans, hanging his head, "ugh! i hate being so loveable..."

suguru rolls his eyes, outting his book down. "here we go again." he grunts, shaking his head.

"seriously! why can't i be left alone around valentines day?" he questions out lout, pulling his lunch box from his bag.

shoko bites into her sandwich as she listens to him. as she swallows, she retorts, "maybe it's because you flirt with every living being on earth." satoru sends him a pointed look. "so how many letters today?"

"seven." satoru responds, knocking his bag.

"and?"

"none of them were from y/n." he sighs out, picking up his chopsticks.

"wait, y/n?" suguru pipes up, putting his juicebox down, "as in y/n from class d?"

the blue-eyed boy raises a brow, halting his movements. "uh, yeah? l/n y/n." he recalls to his friend, tilting his head, "what? i've been talking about 'em for the past three months—suguru, have you been listening to me at all?"

"oh!" the dark-haired boy chuckles, nodding his head, "i know y/n. we're in the same literature class."

satoru stares at him in disbelief. the other students surrounding them are in their own little world, but the three of them didn't even mind them hearing if they tried. shoko continues to eat her food while suguru shrugs at his friend.

"are you kidding me?" satoru gasps out, waving a hand in the air, "i've been trying to get with them for three months and you tell me this just now?"

"you should've been more specific, man." suguru retorts, waving it off, "anyway, you gonna' ask them to be your valentine?"

satoru sighs loudly, hanging his head back, "i don't know... we only share bio together, i bet there's a lot of people who have asked them to be their valentine. they probably won't even accept mine."

shoko purses her lips and stretches her arms. "i don't know about that." she claims, "you're a pretty guy and everyone knows you. i doubt they'd pass up the chance to revel in that popularity."

"... thanks, shoko."

soon enough, the bell rings and the day goes on.

the next day, satoru notices something in your hand during biology class.

"whatchu' got there, y/n?" he asks, peaking over your shoulder. he sat behind you, enough room to see the handwritten letter you were writing.

"satoru!" you jump a little, covering the page. he furrows his brow. "it's, uh... i'm just writng something."

"is it... for valentines day tomorrow?" he inquires, curious to who was the lucky person. but you were still hiding it from him!

"no, of course not." you were lying, he could tell by the way you look to the left. a pout falls on his lips. "it's notes. for another class."

"oh... okay." he responds, a bit disappointed. why would you lie to him? he sits back in his chair, writing down some paragraphs from the textbook mindlessly. he saw the way your elbow quickly shifted, you were writing faster. your head was down too, never looking up. you were so concentrated.

he's known you for a couple of months now. you bumped into him on the way to school, and you admitted to him that you were a bit lost since you didn't live around here. satoru, being the gentleman he is, offered to escort you. you thought he was some creep (he tried reaching to hold your hand and when you jerked away on instinct, he played it off as it being the wind).

but once realising you two shared some classes together, you grew fond of him. you knew of the countless students throwing themselves at him. both older and younger. he was the school heartthrob. it's a shame though, only your smile could make his heart race like he makes others do.

when you gave him your lucky pen when he told you he didn't study and he was freaking out, you had this kind smile that made him think 'i don't want anyone else to see this but me'.

and he noticed that you awkwardly took it back from him, looking away as he clasped your hands tightly in the filled hallway and thanked you. your reactions were just the cutest...

when the bell rings, you perk up, putting your 'notes' in a suspicious looking envelope and signing it off with something. you stand up and satoru is quick to walk by your side when a classmates holds his arm to talk.

"huh?" satoru grunts, furrowed brows.

"gojo, i... i wanted to give you this." they say, holding out a teddy-bear saying 'be my valentine!'. satoru frowned when he took it. "you don't have to answer today... just let me know tomorrow, please."

as they continue to talk, he sees you exit the classroom. the letter sits comfortably in your palm, and you look left, right, before walking off. satoru is electrified.

"okay, thanks!" he says, running out of the classroom while he clutches the bear in his hands.

weaving through the crowd, he looks for the top of your head. after more and more people pass him, staring at the teddy and whispering 'who gave that to him this time?', he spots you turning the corner, a nervous look on your face. he mutters out apologies as he bumps into people heading to their next class.

the hallway you're in now is empty. you stand in front of a classroom door, waiting. notably, suguru's math class.

satoru stands at the end of the corridor, behind the corner, as the classroom door opens to reveal his best friend, geto suguru.

"suguru!" you call, smile. your shoulders are straightened, you hold the letter in front of you. not scared to show him...

"oh, y/n, hey." he responds, grinning as well. the comfortability around you two was so strange to see. "what's up?"

satoru feels like he's buzzing out. he can't hear everything you're saying, but you look a bit excited yet anxious. he hears your sweet voice speak to his best friend with such kindness that he's jealous. sure, suguru was attactive and nice and he definitely didn't feed into the popularity like satoru did, but...

why did it have to be you who was interested in him?

"please, take this." you say, handing him the same letter you had before. except this time, satoru sees the 'g.s' on it. 'geto suguru'. and you take out a box of his favourite snacks to hand to him. "thank you for everything, again. you're the best."

suguru takes it with ease, seeing how you looked at him. his gaze softens as he takes the treat as well. "you're welcome, y/n. anything you need, i'll help with." he puts the letter in his own bag before slinging am arm around your shoulders. "now, what're your plans for after?"

he was blatantly asking you out now! right after satoru told him he had feelings for you! such betrayal!

you two walk to the other end of the hallway, in the direction of your literature class. satoru slumps against the wall, furrowed brows and lips pressed into a thin line. after a second, he pushes his glasses up and lets out a slow exhale. he could get over this...

"gojo! may i please have a moment of your time?"

"wait no! me first!"

"gojo, can i talk to you?"

"please accept these!"

or maybe he couldn't.

valentines day was today and you danced into school with such confidence. you had a bouquet of flowers in your arms, chocolates of the sweetest kinds, and a bag of new perfume that you knew your crush would like.

you were so excited.

satoru, who was walking a few people behind you, was not.

he saw the amount of passion you put into the holiday, and it made him sick to know it was for his best friend. the guys was in such a bad mood, he ignored suguru and shoko's calls this morning to meet up and walk to school together like usual.

satoru clicked his tongue, thinking about how dramatic the whole valentines day idea was. really, who needed it all anyway?

in homeroom, he can hear your class (which is next to his, across the hall) start whooping and cheering when you walk in. and he knows it's you by the chants of your last name being heard. he sits in his chair in anguish.

"satoru, morning. finally." shoko says, sitting down as well. she grins, bitting the popsicle stick between her lips. "where are all of your valentines presents?"

"stuffed in my shoe locker and under my desk." he claimed, opening the top of it to showcase the blaring red and pink gifts. she picked at one pocky box, munching on the biscuits. "how about you?"

"i got a couple letters and cookies in my locker." she claims, shrugging her shoulders, "lots of 'em are from the badminton team. i don't know why."

satoru shrugs as well as soon as suguru sits down in front of him. the blue-eyed students scoffs, looking away.

"good morning, satoru." he says, noticing his friend's behaviour, "what's got his panties in a twist this morning? does he know we called him a hundred times?"

"i dunno'." shoko says, looking out the window to the school garden. "ask him."

"satoru, what's wrong? didn't get enough presents this year?" he teases, leaning in his chair to poke his head, "wake up late?"

but satoru angrily swats his hand away. the raven-haire boy blinks curiously before satoru glares at him. "why didn't you tell me you were interested in y/n?" he asks, hurt.

shoko looks back to the two boys, seeing suguru just as confused as she is. "you're into y/n?"

"what? no! who said that?" suguru retorts, hands up in defense, "i'm not interested in dating y/n, swear on my life."

"that's a lie!" satoru accuses, pointing a finger against his friend's nose, "shoko, i saw him and y/n all... all... familiar yesterday after period 2! he had his arm around them!"

"suguru..." shoko warns.

"wait wait, that's—you got it all wrong." suguru groans, now understanding. he digs through his bag and pulls out a piece of paper. "here. open it."

satoru pushes away the paper reading 'g.s'. "no way! i'm not reading y/n's love letter to you!"

"ugh! just open it!" suguru grunts, shoving it onto his desk.

satoru begrudgingly takes it and gently opens the letter, not wanting to rip it. once his eyes fall upon the page, he confirms that it's your handwriting.

'thank you for being the sweetest boy to me. i am truly honoured to know such a beautiful person, inside and out.'

satoru wants to barf.

'sitting near you in biology really helped me to understand you, satoru. you're not only a pretty face, but a world-class sweet tooth, a sucker for romantic cliches and a cologne-collector.'

satoru thinks this is the most beautiful thing he's ever read.

he contiues to read, expression changing, letting shoko and suguru understand his thoughts. the girl looks to the other boy, who shrugs his shoulders and rolls his eyes.

"i'm confused." shoko states, tilting her head.

"y/n isn't confessing to me, they're confessing—"

"y/n is confessing to me! me, satoru!" satoru exclaims, waving the letter around like a maniac. everyone else in the class was suddenly a listener, peaking at the trio. they were interested in finding out what the one confession that resulted in this reaction was. "oh my god, oh my god!"

suguru nods his head. placing a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "yes, yes, they are. i was meant to give you the letter this morning to read before homeroom, but someone was pissy." he scoffs, shaking his head, "so i had to go and tell y/n that plans had changed."

"you... helped y/n plan this all out?" satoru mumbles, "but you didn't even know!"

shoko chuckles, staring out the window again.

"i just said i wasn't paying attention so you didn't think i was snooping. which i was. and i only told you i knew y/n so you wouldn't get any ideas, like this." suguru circles the air with his finger, deadpanning at the clueless satoru, "you think anyone would do this without definitive proof the other person liked them?"

satoru continues to read the letter you wrote for him before his eyes land on the ending. "'please meet me at the school fountain before homeroom ends.'" he murmurs out, blinking, "suguru—"

"you were meant to go two minutes ago." his friend sings out, standing in front of shoko's desk. he points out the window, much like other students were doing in their own classrooms. "you should..."

when his friends turn around to him, satoru is already one foot out of the door. he's rushing downstairs (down three flights of stairs, actually) with your letter clutched in his hand. he almost flies into a couple teachers on the way to the garden, only for their attention to be caught by students opening the windows and pointing outside.

when he rushed through the doors to the garden, you're staring at the floor, still holding the flowers and gifts you brought to school with you. taking a moment to gather himself, satoru runs fingers through his hair and fixes his glasses. the pair you've complimented a thousand times.

satoru walks closer to you and when he catches your eye, you stand up straight and smile.

"satoru." you chime, not missing the thousand pairs of eyes that were following your every move. "good morning. happy valentines day."

you hold out the flowers to him. it's set in a nice box, and the treats are in a gift bag. when you give it to him, your smile is awkward but hopeful.

"happy valentines day, y/n." he replies, taking it from you. he sits down on the fountain edge, and you follow along. "i'm so sorry, i... i don't have anything for you."

"no, no, no." you retort, grinning, "it's fine. this was a surprise for you, anyway."

he sighs, "no, i'm sorry... please, let me make it up to you."

you laugh a little, placing a hand over his on his lap. the flowers were sat on the fountain with his gifts. "sure thing." you retort, "hey, suguru told me that this morning—"

"i'm sorry, i know, i just thought..." he begins, cutting you off. he looks embarrassed, heavy blush falling over his cheeks. "i saw you and suguru yesterday and you gave him that letter. had me thinkin' you were confessing to him instead of me."

you let out a small chuckle, making him gulp, "oh my goodness, i'm sorry, i didn't mean for you to see that. we were trying to be sneaky."

satoru's chest feels lighter, and he feels better just hearing it from you. he links his fingers with yours, facing you fully.

"ah, no it's fine." he tells you, the most purest form of adoration in his eyes that you can see from the top of his slanted down glasses. you grin softly. "listen, i have had a crush on you for months... and i was hoping that you'd go out with me. i want a chance to get to know you personally, away from any prying eyes."

you peer to the side, seeing the people watching you. they were practically hanging out the window, waving their hands and fighting to view the whole scene for themselves. cameras took photos and videos, capturing your moment with him.

"i'd love that, satoru." you say, scanning his face, "you're the best."

it only takes him a single second to reach his hand out and brush his thumb agaisnt your cheek. you don't freeze up though, only relaxing into him. he was the most inviting guy you've ever met.

"can i kiss you?" he asks, voice unwavering. his blue eyes are staring at your face with such kindness that it cannot be described.

you don't even say anything, only leaaning forward and pressing your lips to his. he's smiling against your lips, gentle hand caressing your cheek. your eyes flutter shut, holding his hand tightly.

cheers erupt from the school. screams and whoops from guys and girls alike. most students are heartbroken due to the obvious confession. nobody had even gotten that close to satoru. no one has been able to hold his hand, let alone get him to go crazy over a letter. you got him to race out of that classroom like a madman, and everyone was surely surprised.

the shouts die down as the kiss deescalates, many of the students sighing as they're forced to move on from the heart-throb gojo satoru.

when you pull away, satoru chases, leaving a gentle kiss against your forehead. your smile is wide and you pinch his cheek softly.

"you're such a drama queen, satoru." you say, standing up, "i was wondering why everyone started yelling and staring at me all of a sudden."

satoru stands with his presents, rubbing the back of his neck as he holds your hand. h goes to answer when a voice is heard from the fourth floor.

"the idiot took some convincing, y/n!" suguru shouts, waving his hand, "glad to know he's got some sense in him!"

"shut up, suguru!" satoru calls back, showing his fist.

"first period is about to start, you two!" the principle says through a window on the third floor, "this is all heart-warming, but you've failed two of ms kinoshita's classes, gojo!"

"r—right!" he retorts, pacing to the school entrance as people begin to 'ooh' at him. he looks back at you, smiling the brightest. "let's go out after school today, yeah? i'll buy you as many sweets as you want."

you chuckle, kissing his cheek, "my hero."

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guccifrog · 3 months

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WRONG NUMBER P13

matt sturniolo x f!reader

y/n's pov ☆

It has been exactly five hours since they discovered the mix-up. Chris, Jimmy, and Marylou decided to go check the police station to see if they could find any updates about Matt.

Me and Nick decided to go on a little drive in my car to clear our heads. As we were driving, I could feel the tension in the air. Nick kept looking out the window, lost in his thoughts, while I tried to think of something to say to make him feel better.

"Hey, you know, at least there is still a chance that this is some sort of mistake, right?" I said to Nick, trying to sound more optimistic than I felt. "They're working on finding Matt and getting this sorted out. We just need to have faith in them."

He looked over at me, his eyes red from crying. "Yeah, you're right," he said, his voice barely audible.

We drove around for a while longer, neither of us saying much. The silence was almost painful, but neither of us knew what to say to make it better. Finally, Nick spoke up, breaking the silence. "I keep thinking about that guy on the bed. How his family must feel right now. It's just…unbelievable."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The image of that man, so peaceful in his sleep, haunted me. I couldn't imagine the pain his family must be going through, thinking he was gone when he was really just a victim of this horrible mistake.

"Do you think he was rich though?" I asked smirking slightly "Like, really rich? Cause he looked pretty comfortable to me. I mean, that bed was like a fucking cloud." Nick chuckled a little, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"I'm just saying, maybe after this mess is done, I'll go ask him to be my sugar daddy if he's still alive" I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"stop oh my god," Nick said giggling "What? your girl needs a little money to feel better" I said with a smirk. "You know, if he was rich, I bet he'd be more than willing to help a girl out." I glanced over at Nick, trying to gauge his reaction. He was smiling, I grinned satisfied that I'd managed to make him laugh.

We drove in silence for a few more minutes before Nick decided to break the silence again " I'm so mad we met in these fucked up circumstances, you know?" I smiled softly at him " Well at least we met, right? I mean, even if it's under these horrible conditions. Maybe one day we'll look back at this and laugh about it." He snorted a little "So real girl "

We decide to grab some coffee from Starbucks to clear our heads. As we sit there, talking about random things or scrolling through our phones, I take a sip of my coffee, burning the roof of my mouth. "Ouch, damn it's hot," I complain, blowing on the coffee.

Nick suddenly shoots up from his seat, staring at his phone with wide eyes "Oh my god" he says. "what? What is it?!" I ask him, my heart racing.

He looks at me with his mouth agape, trying to find the right words. " It's Matt…they found Matt!!" he exclaims, his voice cracking.

I feel my whole body go limp with relief. "They found him at a different hospital !" He hugs me tightly, tears streaming down his face. I'm crying too, unable to contain my happiness. We sit there in the Starbucks, surrounded by the noise and chaos, but for a brief moment, nothing else matters but the fact that Matt is alive.

"Do you know what hospital?" I manage to ask between sobs, clinging to Nick.

"Chris sent me the address, let's go," He says, already halfway out of the seat. I follow him, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear as we both know what we're about to face.

The drive seems to take forever, but eventually, we pull up to the hospital and spot Jimmy's car in the parking lot. Our feet are moving before we even have the chance to think, hurrying into the building.

We find Chris and Marylou in the waiting room, looking just as relieved as we feel. They jump up when they see us, and we embrace tightly, not wanting to let go.

It feels like we're all holding our breath, waiting for the moment when we can see Matt again. The nurse finally calls our names, and we follow her down the hallway.

Our steps slow as we approach the door, our hearts racing. The nurse pushes it open, revealingn none other than Matt lying in the bed.

He looks tired and pale. We all rush forward, surrounding his bed.

"Hey buddy, you're gonna be okay," Chris says, squeezing his hand. The nurse cleared her throat making us turn to look at her.

"The good news is that he's alive," the nurse started. "He's still unconscious, but he's stable for now. He'll probably be unconscious for a few days but don't worry he'll wake up" She paused for a moment

" However, he suffered severe injuries, There is a chance that he may never regain full cognitive function or the ability to walk."

The words hang in the air, heavy.

"come again?" Chris said, his eyes wide with shock.

"Oh God," I whisper, smacking my hand over my mouth. I feel like I've been punched in the gut. Can't we just have one good thing today?

"you're joking right?" Nick asks, his voice cracking. The nurse rolled her eyes before shaking her head no. The fuck is this bitch rolling her eyes for?

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happiest-hotch · 1 year

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i think you did one of there with spencer and it was cute so i was wondering if you'd write one for aaron, a full fic or blurb where Aaron guesses she (his gf) is pregnant before she guesses? thanks in advance

i'm glad you liked it !! it's the type of scene i love writing

Summary: basically as above, but they are married

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Content Warning: pregnancy (obviously)

Word Count: 1.5k

It's a quiet day at the BAU, and you and Aaron are in his office, having lunch together on the rare occasion you're not out on a case, there aren't any urgent consults, and he doesn't have a meeting.

He starts smirking when you complain about there not being enough pickles in your burger.

"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at his sudden change in demeanor.

He leans back in his chair, his hands clasping behind his head. "I don't know, honey. You've been acting kind of strange lately. Do you think it's possible that you're pregnant?"

You roll your eyes, playfully kicking him under the desk. "Haha, very funny, Aaron. You better watch your mouth." You say jokingly.

He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm teasing, but if I'd take a bet on it. Seriously, you've been craving some weird foods lately, and if I was dumber, I'd say you were having some mood swings. Maybe you should take a test, just in case."

You shake your head, laughing at his persistence. "I highly doubt it. You know, with the birth control and all that? And you know it's a bad idea to offer me a bet." It might have been why he did it because you're both insanely competitive.

"Why don't we up the stakes?" He offers, the signature smirk that only you're privileged to lighting up his face.

You grin mischievously at him. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, you know how the team bet on if we were dating?" He asks and you nod. "Let's include them. Only if you're comfortable." He's only joking, and you're so sure he's off the mark.

"A chance to show to prove your profiling skills wrong?" You ask with a giggle. "Derek would kill me if I didn't take it."

"You're on," Aaron says, holding out a hand to shake yours and make it official. "But when I'm right, you owe me."

You chuckle again. "Yeah? What will I owe you?"

He grins, his nose scrunching adorably as he thinks. "I'll get back to you about that."

You notice the team walking back in from lunch. "Let's do it."

Aaron and you walk out onto the landing, and he makes his announcement. "Conference room, everyone."

They look at you both with a high level of concern written on their faces, scurrying like something urgent has happened which, due to the nature of your jobs, is reasonable. "Don't use your Unit Chief voice." You scold, hitting him on the shoulder. "And don't even think about bullying anyone into agreeing with you."

"Deal, but you can't make it seem offensive for them to bet against you." He instructs.

"I won't." He assures you, placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you to the boardroom.

Penelope's jumpy when you two walk in and stand in front of the screen, not doing as well as everyone else to hide her worry. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." You tell them all quickly, but it's a message to Aaron as well: that although you're sure he's wrong, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

"Y/n's pregnant," Aaron announces.

You hit him on the shoulder, quickly speaking before everyone jumps up to hug you and offer congratulations. "That's just what he thinks." You say.

Even Spencer had a puzzled look, but Derek verbalizes their thoughts. "What?"

"We're betting," Aaron explains. "I think she's pregnant, she thinks she's not, so like you all bet on whether we were dating or not, we thought you might like to bet on this."

For everyone who has known him longer than you have, it's astonishing to see Aaron so open with his personal life, but you bring the playful side out in him.

The bets are in, more in favor of you, although the doctor of the team bets against you which is a little worrying. Of course, Spencer isn't a medical doctor, but he knows more about pregnancy than even JJ, who has been pregnant.

"So when do we get the results?" Derek wonders.

"Right now?" You offer. "Well as soon as I go get a test."

Aaron shakes his head beside you. "No, no way. I want it to be just us because it's going to be a special moment."

You roll your eyes at him. "Okay, but you're not coming in the bathroom while I pee on a stick." You inform him.

"We'll see." He settles, looking at you fondly before dropping the smile reserved for you when he looks back at the team. "Let's get back to work."

Aaron stops at a drug store on the way home, determined and cemented in his position as he buys three boxes of pregnancy tests.

"I don't have enough pee for all of these." You inform him when you're getting ready for bed that night.

He opens each of the boxes, handing you one of each. "Get your cute butt in there." He directs.

"I'm not taking this for you." You remind him with a smirk. "I'm taking it to prove you wrong."

"So, for me then?" He jokes, chuckling at you.

You're not really sure why you are taking the test. Of course, it's gotten to be a bigger idea with the team's involvement, but now that you're doing it, you're kind of hoping you lose. The excitement engulfing you is a shock, but it's so unlikely that you don't want to give in to the delusion.

"Are you okay?" Aaron taps on the door after you've been in there more than a reasonable amount of time.

You open the door, trying to keep a calm facade, and welcome him in, handing over the capped tests and sitting on the counter.

"You actually want this, don't you?" He profiles within a second.

It's an annoying trait of his when it shows up in your personal life, but sometimes you are glad since you're feeling like you don't have all the words. "It just threw me." You admit. "I didn't realize that I do feel ready until today."

His face drops in an instant, guilt sinking in. "I'm sorry I pushed so hard." He says very apologetically, a hand going to his forehead. "And I got the team involved."

"It's alright." You soothe, taking his hand in yours. "It's not like we can't just make a baby once we know."

Aaron nods, a cheeky smile taking over his face. "I'll give you a baby if that's the prize you want for winning the bet."

"Did you figure out what you want?" You wonder. "If you're right."

He thinks about it for another moment. "Baby or not, I can't think of anything else I need in life." His hand rests on your thigh delicately. "Ready to look?"

You shake your head, the nerves overwhelming you. "Let's not bother. We can go not knowing."

Aaron chuckles, shaking his head. "We both know we can't." He doesn't give you much more of a choice, figuratively tearing the bandaid off as he flips over the test. He's usually so good at keeping his face neutral, having had years of practice, but he doesn't. Not in your tender moment where his eyes go glassy, and he grins broadly. "Mrs. Hotchner, congratulations, you're pregnant."

"Oh, my god." Your hand clamps over your mouth in shock, but you quickly tear it away to take the test from him, needing to see it to believe it. "We're going to have a baby?"

"Yes, we are." He answers.

"I can't believe you realized before I did." You chuckle. Without a doubt, it's going to become a story that frequently gets retold.

Aaron leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His warm hand rests on your lower stomach, and it suddenly feels very real. "I know you that well." He reminds you. "But I will still be collecting my betting money."

You giggle at him. "I would."

It's probably clear to the team when you and Aaron are late for work, the team likely assuming you're at the doctor's office. The team is already waiting in the conference room, Rossi waving you two in.

"So, who won?" JJ wonders, struggling to curb her enthusiasm.

You share a quick smile with your husband that no one can decipher if you're gloating about winning. "Fortunately... Aaron." You inform them.

Penelope grabs you in a hug first, and you're sure she's crying. Then you're passed around the team for more hugs, sharing delighted looks with Aaron between receiving congratulations.

He's the last person to wrap you in a hug, holding you tightly to his chest. "You're so incredible." He whispers to you. "And I was thinking we could get lobster rolls with my prize money for dinner."

You quickly pull back, shaking your head. "That thought makes me feel nauseous."

His mouth drops before he quickly recovers. "Alright, pickles it is."

You're in your own little world with him until Derek gets your attention. "So, when do we get to bet if it's a boy or girl?"

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds family #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner angst

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A Mess || Part 7

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring everything here starting with this series since it was the most popular!

A/N: The long awaited seventh part :)

Summary: After escaping the treehouse, you and Daryl must find food, water, and rest in the forest on your way to complete the mission Rick had sent you on in the first place. You also almost die.

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: profanity, TWD typical violence, Daryl being effortlessly attractive

You laid silently on the wooden flooring, out of site of the hungry beasts below. Daryl sat against a wall, sharpening a knife. Whoever built this thing left no form of entertainment or even comfort. Just some random tools and scrap wood. Guess they never got a chance to actually use their treehouse.

"I'm bored." You complained.

"Quiet." He whispered. You sighed.

"I'm bored." You whispered. He sighed.

"Can't do nothin' about that."

"Wanna play twenty-one questions?" You asked.

"Sure." He said, setting the knife down. "I'll start. What would it take for you to shut up?" He asked. You shot him a glare. He smirked and went back to sharpening his knife.

"You'd be the worst person to be stranded on an island with." You grumbled.

"Nah. I'll keep us fed."

"I'd rather die of starvation than boredom."

"Might get your wish. Food'll be out by tomorrow." He sighed. It had been two days. Two fucking days.

"Water?' You asked.

"Out."

"Fuck." You sighed. "Might as well just jump down and end it."

"How many bullets ya got?"

"Like, six."

"Got thirteen bolts and nine rounds."

"So thirteen shots, thirteen bullets. How many are down there?" You asked.

"More than twenty-six." He said.

"What if we distracted them somehow?" You suggested.

"How?"

"I don't know. Don't you have a lighter sir-smokes-a-lot?"

He nodded.

"So, we light a bolt or two on fire and you shoot it at a tree far away."

"Might not work." He warned.

"But it might, and that's better than nothing." You countered.

"Okay." He nodded. "We wait 'til dark. It'll be our best bet."

----

That night he dropped the rope ladder down and the two of you climbed about halfway down. Just enough that you could leap down without injury. Daryl shot two flaming arrows at two different trees in opposing directions. To your surprise they actually drew a decent chunk of the walkers away, but not all of them. You knew it wouldn't work for long, so your window was short.

With a nod, you both lept down to the ground with knives in hand, taking down the three or four walkers that were he closest to you. Then, you ran. You ran as fast as you could in the pitch back, relying on the sound of his own footsteps ahead of you to guide you.

By the time it was safe enough to slow down, you chest was on fire and all you could do was hunch over and pant for air. Thankfully you two had lost the walkers a ways back, but unfortunately now you had no idea where you were. Just trees and more trees shrouded in darkness.

"I think if we keep goin' this way there's a town. Can follow that road due north and we'll find where we were headed." Daryl finally announced, still short of breath.

"Should we just go back?" You asked, finally standing up straight. "To the prison, I mean? We've been gone for days, now. They're probably worried."

"Nah." He declined. "Been gone this long, we're goin' back with what we left for in the first damn place.

----

By daylight, your feet were blistered and sore and you hadn't stopped walking. The plan was to find some place in town to rest, but it was a long journey. Neither of you had spoken a word. Exhaustion and hunger were too overbearing.

"Can't you like... Shoot something so we can eat?" You whined. "I'm thirsty. And hungry. And tired. And--"

"And you say I'd be the worst person to be stranded with." He grumbled.

"Weren't you the one that said you'd keep us fed on a deserted island?" You shot back.

"Yeah, right after I asked what it'd take for you to shut the hell up."

"Food. That's what it would take." You told him. He sighed.

"Alright. Start a fire. I'll be back with some grub." He relented, offering you his zippo. You didn't protest. You got straight to work throwing twigs and dry leaves into a small pit you dug and ignited them with his lighter. It wasn't cold, so you didn't stay too close. It was hot enough without the extra heat. You did, however, hear a very faint trickling sound. Could it be? Water? Finally?

You immediately followed the noise. As it grew closer you got excited. You might actually have had something to reward Daryl for finding you food.

You stopped in your tracks. It definitely wasn't a glistening stream of cool clear water. No, in fact, it was just Daryl, taking a piss on a tree.

"Do ya mind? Some privacy would be nice." He complained. You sighed and did a 180, trying to shake the image out of your mind.

"Sorry." You mumbled. "When I heard the trickling I thought there was a little stream or something over here."

You turned back to him when you heard a zip.

"Could probably drink that." He shrugged. Your jaw gaped.

"Ew!" You shrilled.

"How ya think I survived eight days on my own in the woods when I was a kid?" He smirked. He was just messing with you, but he had no intentions of admitting that. Your expression was too priceless.

"Say less." You held your hand up. "I'll wait for you by the fire."

With that, you were on your way. Back by the fire, you sat and sharpened some thin sticks to keep yourself busy. They'd make nice skewers for the meat if he could find any game.

It was probably an hour or two until he made it back, and not only had you sharpened a lot of sticks, but you also had created a flimsy perimeter out of fallen branches and other forest debris. You figured if nothing else, it would at least trip a walker and let you know they were coming.

"Got a raccoon." He said. It was already skinned, he just needed to skewer the meat, which you helped him with. It had a strange aroma as it cooked. You were never a fan of rodents or the like.

However, the full feeling after scarfing down its delicious flesh made all of your complaints go out the window. As you licked each charred stick skewer clean of the grease, you moaned. "Thank you." You said. "I was so hungry."

"Mm." He grunted with a nod. "Say we take turns gettin' some shuteye an' head out in a few hours."

"I'll take first watch." You offered.

"Nah. Need to tune up my bow. You rest." He declined. You shrugged.

"Suit yourself."

You weren't going to argue. You were exhausted.

----

When Daryl opened his eyes, you were still sound asleep just a few feet away. It was pitch black outside. The fire had been out for a while. He remembered putting it out himself. There was no need for it after the meat was cooked and the remnants of the animal were burned to ash. He wiped his eyes and pushed his aching body up into a sitting position. How could he have fallen asleep? He was meant to keep watch. Anything could have happened to either of you while you were both out. He silently scolded himself.

His throat was dry and scratchy. He really needed to find some water for the two of you. Another day like that and you'd both be dead for sure. He sighed and moved over to you. He crouched down beside you, reaching to shake you awake, but something stopped him. You looked so peaceful, but you also looked dry. Your lips were cracked and flaky, and had it not been so dark he would have seen how dry the skin on your face looked.

"(Y/N)." He whispered, laying a hand on your arm to gently shake you awake. You didn't budge. "(Y/N), c'mon. We gotta get movin', we need to find some water."

"Hmph." You made a little puty noise as you rolled away from him. Had he not been so damn thirsty, he would have laughed.

"We can't survive like this much longer." He continued in a hushed rasp. "Get up."

"Tired." You mumbled.

"I said get the hell up." He demanded.

"No."

"Fine then. Stay here and die." He huffed, standing to his feet and gathering both of your things before he stormed away. He made sure his footsteps were loud so you could hear him walk away, hoping you'd feel the pressure and get up. He stopped when he realized you had no intentions of doing so. With frustration, he threw his head back and turned around. "C'mon. I ain't tellin' ya again."

Nothing. Not a peep, not a shuffle, not a damn thing. He groaned.

"You're a fuckin' child, ya know that?" He grumbled as he marched over to you and scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You whined. You slapped at his back.

"Quit your bitchin'." He scolded.

"Fine. I'll just sleep like this." You reasoned, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the feeling of his shoulder digging into your stomach.

"Like hell you are." He said as he dropped you down on your feet. "I got your shit. Now walk."

"It's dangerous to travel at night." You pointed out.

"It's more dangerous to die of thirst." He argued.

"Not as dangerous as disturbing a woman's beauty rest." You crossed your arms.

"Beauty rest." He scoffed. "You don't need any. Now walk." He demanded, pointing his finger in the direction he wanted to go.

"Fine, but only 'cause you asked so nicely." You gave in.

Besides your bickering, the night was relatively quiet, save for the crickets and frogs and rustling branches. After a little while, Daryl handed you your things, growing tired of carrying them for you. After another while, he stopped you, holding his hand out in front of you.

"Ya hear that?" He whispered. You perked up your ears, listening intently. It took a few seconds but finally you heard it, a soft white noise that you could only assume was; "Water!" You gasped.

"Mm." He nodded. "C'mon."

You followed after him, creeping silently over the dead foliage of the forest floor. Just a few yards away you stumbled across a small creek.

"Do we have anything to boil water?" You asked.

"Nah." He shook his head, holding an empty plastic jug in the water as it flowed by. "Just have to take our chances with it."

You flipped his zippo that you were still holding onto open and held it down to the creek.

"Looks clear at least." You observed. Even in the small firelight you could see clearly to the bottom of the shallow stream.

"Here." He offered you the first sip. Well, not really a sip. More like a gulp, or two, or ten. You wiped your mouth as you handed it back to him. He drank his own share before dunking the jug back into the stream and letting it fill all the way. When it filled up, he screwed the lid on and you both stood up. You gave his lighter back, before you forgot, and the two of you set off again with full bellies, a jug of water, and some rest under your belt.

----

"Sure we could one of these cars runnin'." Daryl said. It was just past daybreak now. You finally found the town that was supposed to lead you to the town you needed to be in. The two of you were in a small neighborhood with cars lined up and down the streets.

"I'll keep an eye out." You told him. He nodded and got to work checking out the vehicles.

As far as walkers go, the town wasn't too bad off. A few stragglers here and there, but nothing seemed particularly overrun. It was pretty small and rural, though, so that was no surprise.

You took down a lone walker that trudged toward you and turned your attention back to Daryl to check in. He may have been dirty and smelly after four days on the run, but damn he did look good.

His tan arms glistened in the sunlight with a sweaty sheen. His hair stuck to his forehead tightly and his muscles flexed and contorted under his skin as he yanked car doors open and leaned in the driver's side doors to try to crank them up.

"Shit!" You hissed as you fell to the ground. A walker had snuck up on you in your lusty stupor, falling on top of you as you struggled against the mangled thing. "Asshole!" You insulted the corpse as you struggled to reach for the knife you dropped on your way to the ground. It was too far, though, and if you shifted at all the walker's mouth would surely make contact with your face.

A whistle shot over you and an arrow impacted the top of the walker's skull. It went limp on top of you. You gagged at the feeling of its dry rotten flesh against your chest. Daryl appeared over you and yanked the body off yours, pulling his arrow out of its head.

"The hell were ya doin'? Just one took ya down?" He asked as he held a hand out. You accepted it and he pulled you to your feet effortlessly.

"Uh, I was just -- Uh, yeah. Didn't hear it." You stuttered.

"Pay attention." He scolded you.

"Right. Won't happen again." You nodded. You definitely wouldn't be admitting that you almost lost your life just to admire his sweaty arms.

"C'mon. These cars are dead. Let's move down the street a bit an' see if we got better luck." He instructed.

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spdrvyn · 5 months

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wrong kind of rivalry — MIGUEL O'HARA

☆ you and miguel are constantly at an impasse, but your coworkers seem to think otherwise. requested here.

rivals to lovers. fluff. hurt/comfort. lotsa romance. sorry, this one took a while for me to put out, school and stuff </3

"Not even a chance. Every single I enter the room, those two are arguing about hoo or ha."

"That's 'cus you don't see the chemistry, ol' man."

Mayday babbles in the carrier, reaching out of her dad as her little fingertips graze the stubble on the lower half of his face. He coos at her and Hobie smirks, flicking a curl that curtained her forehead.

"I bet fifty pounds that those two are shaggin' behind our backs."

"Shagging? Uh, oh, oh—" Peter covers his mouth in shock, before moving them to cover Mayday's ears. "Don't say that, there's a baby present."

Hobie chuckles, "She don't have a clue,"

"Clue about what exactly?" Miguel frowns, putting his hands on his hips. His presence seems imposing like actually, but at least one person has gotten jumped by his sudden intrusion in conversations. Would you really be part of this strike force if it hadn't happened to you?

"Clue about the world, existence, growing up." Peter retaliates, but it's clear that it was just a panic response. Mayday giggles and Miguel raises a brow at it.

"Right," he rolls his eyes, walking past the both (technically, three) of them. It's hard to tell if he's actually out of earshot, but neither of them care.

Peter leans in closer, "Fifty dollars."

The bellowing silence of the room was enough to sweep anyone away, the two spiders awaited the familiar hum of the portal as they waited and waited and waited.

Unfortunately, both of them had lives to attend to. Peter knew that M.J. couldn't, wouldn't, be mad at him but he could already imagine the amount of subtle glares he'd be getting while putting Mayday to sleep. Hobie also had his own duties, uninformed and mysterious but duties nonetheless.

That works well on your part, those two don't get to see you and Miguel huffing and puffing back on the way to his office as irritated banter fills the air.

"I just don't get what's so hard to understand about this,"

"Maybe if you just left it be, there wouldn't be anything to discuss."

The way that Miguel seems to just want to brush this off causes your blood to boil, it makes you want to get syringe and suck the life out of yourself. The urge to pull your hair was growing too strong.

Not to mention the eyes of multiple Spider-people on you, it was an embarrassing sight. For them to see you chasing after your rival a.k.a. boss as he ignores whatever the hell you're talking about.

Before the big, intimidating sliding doors to his office close, you trail quickly behind him. You're desperately out of breath, limbs aching from the long trip you've made to the tip top of headquarters, but you try like you always do.

"I messed up, Miguel." the dejected tinge in your tone makes Miguel's nails dig into the inside of his fist, his lips purse into a straight line. "You're allowed to be mad at me, just because we're... different now doesn't mean that I'm free from punishment."

"Different? Is that what you're calling our relationship now?"

"Dating feels like such an awkward term,"

"Maybe our secret is getting to you," Miguel's lips quirk up into a small smile. God, he looks pretty. Big fingers cradling your chin upwards so that you can look at him. Properly. "Anomalies slip more often that I want, it's just a fact and it's bound to happen every once in a while. I've gotten used to it by now."

"I know, but still-"

"No buts," he says, firm. "Do whatever you want, try to recompense for your mistakes but I'm letting you know now that it's fine."

You let out a frustrated sigh, Miguel lets go of your face but not without pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I will find a way to make it up to you, just watch me. I'm very capable." you frown, making your way out of his office.

Miguel shakes his head, gaze locked on the determined look on your face. Sure you will.

#spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #x reader #x gn!reader #miguel o'hara x you

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lovelyiida · 1 year

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secret relationship with bakugo~

INCLUDES: KATSUKI BAKUGO

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, vulgar language, sexual themes

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Bakugo is known for his heartbreaking nature as a pro hero. Since he has been in many open relationships, each is heavily surveyed by the media at all times.

usually dating other pro-heroes or random A-list celebrities. He has broken, maybe even shattered, everyone's heart.

so when he wrote his number down on the bill you gave him and handed it back to you, you were shocked.

so…he’s into waitresses now?

You were working a long 9-hour shift at a local noodles restaurant located in the heart of the city. Back aching and eyes dry, you give your all as each customer you greet is shown a million-dollar smile.

When the time came 1 minute before closing, you began to untie your oily apron until a loud bell rang. Signaling that someone had just come through the door.

You almost collapse in agony at the sound. Collecting yourself you stomp out the back and head to the front.

“Excuse me! I'm sorry but we're--" As you saw the person standing patiently at the front, your words caught in your throat.

Pro-Hero Dynamight?

His red eyes pierced yours as he stared at you. Your eyes travel down his body, his hero suit still on, a little torn and muddy, must've had a little tussle.

the rumors are true, he's way more attractive in person. His toned muscles were drenched with sweat as you watched them glisten in the city lights.

you now understand why he gets into relationships so easily, even with such a hideous personality, he's drop-dead gorgeous.

as your eyes travel back up to his face, you notice he had a smug grin. Sighing, the pro-hero slowly folds his head back to brush through his hair. He walks towards your figure, as the only thing separating you two is the front desk.

"I know you're closed and all, but you don't mind staying open for a hard workin' hero like myself would ya?" voice deep and strong as it bounced off the walls of the empty restaurant.

Still stunned, you shakily nod. Swiftly returning to the kitchen with quick steps your body crashes into the dish sink, your hands gripping tight into the curved metal. Your body hangs almost limply above the dirty dishes you forgot to wash.

"pro-hero dynamight is in my resturant!" you squealed quietly. you were fangirling quite hard, as this interaction was almost comparable to meeting royalty.

"hello? any fucking day!" the pro-hero yells, snapping you from your daze. you jumped, hurrily grabbing a paper and pen and dash out to the dining floor.

In the back of the room, you can see the pro-hero seated in a corner booth, away from windows.

walking over you look down at him, a pen and paper in hand ready to take his order. "Are you ready?" you politely asked.

"does it look like i'm fuckin' ready? gimmie a sec" he grumbled. It's possible that he would have caught you completely gawking at him if he hadn't been eyeing the menu.

the dim yellow light hanging from the ceiling shines on his sharp facial features. Vermillion eyes glowing, his lips pursed as he's in deep thought trying to choose his next meal.

his lips were so pink and looked so soft, you bet he was a fantastic kisser, there's no doubt about that. you imagined his lips on yours, you imagined how he'd grab your waist and pull you in deeper and deeper until you were gasping for another breath.

god, you wish he could just take you to this dining table right now–

"I'll take this," the pro-hero says, pointing at the spicy noodles.

you snap out of your daze once more, and let out a shy smile.

"coming right up sir!" you take a sharp bow (which makes him roll his eyes) and head into the kitchen to make his meal. after nearly 20 minutes, you serve him a hefty bowl of spicy ramen noodles. "It's on the house" you said with a tired smile.

the hero nods in gratitude and goes to town on his noodles. walking away to stand behind the front desk, still taking your chances for a quick glance at the oh-so-handsome hero.

In another 20 minutes, you were wiping imaginary stains on your counter until the clank of a bowl was heard.

You jump, snapping your neck towards the sound, looking up to see the pro-hero smirking at you.

“Finished. How much?” He says. You tilt your head at the question. “For the food, princess.”

The pet-name sent you into a flustered frenzy. “Oh! Um, like I said it’s on the house…to thank you for your service” you mumbled. This earned a genuine smile from the hero.

Chuckling, he leans in close to you. His arms rest on the counter, toned biceps flexed with ease and his chest tall and forward exuding confidence.

“Y’know I’ve been going here since high school…and I’ve never seen you here before. And I come here often.”

His voice was smug, the tone of his voice smooth like honey as the words from his lips drip-dropped off his tongue with ease.

“Well…I’ve been working here for about a month so–“

“That’s why my noodles weren’t as spicy as they usually are,” He says. This makes your eyes widen "Oh! I’m so sorry! The next one is on the house again-“

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, it was still tasty " he spits. The next time, don’t stare at your customers so hard. Usually not one for stares but…your cuteness makes up for it.”

Before you could react, the hero reaches into his pocket and slams down the exact amount for the food.

“It’s late, get home soon cutie” he says, a small smile on his lips as he flashes a quick wink your way.

Putting his mask on in a hurry, he walks into the darkness of the night.

You stood in shock, gazing at the pro-hero in awe. Did he just call you cute?

Letting out a sigh, you look down to take the cash. Only to realize a pink piece a paper was on top of the cash.

‘XXX-XXX-XXXX consider this as a tip.’

You couldn't even think, he just gave you his fucking number.

After several booty calls and three more “let’s see each other again”, you find yourself laying down in the pro-hero Dynamights' bedroom. Flicking through TV channels, wearing nothing but an oversized Dynamight shirt and a pair of panties.

Pro-hero? Sorry, you meant Bakugo now.

Pressing the remote over and over, the screen flashes quickly. The RGB lights flicker from the screen and into your eyes, you let out a bored sigh.

News? Boring.

Home channel? Not in a interior design mood.

Cooking shows? No point, you can’t get any hungrier.

What’s this? The gossip channel?

Legs swinging off the bed suddenly come to a halt, you noticed it was currently on a hero segment. Talking about some pro-hero Chargebolt? You didn’t know him personally, all you knew was that he bought another damn car.

“Y’know what’s shocking me? It’s been 6 months since we’ve heard any buzz in the dating scene about pro-hero dynamight!” The female reporter gushed.

Rolling your eyes, you stayed glued to the action. Anticipating hearing their opinions.

“I agree! I mean– I’m truly surprised he’s not in a relationship. Maybe he’s finally decided to focus on building himself up in the ranks. Being the #4 hero is good…but compared to last year being in the #2 spot–“

“I’m turning this shit off” you hear your boyfriend grunt. Hair wet and most of his body still wet from the shower, a towel loosely hanging from his waist.

Stomping towards you, he snatches the remote and quickly turns it off. Which earns an exasperated whine out of you.

“I was watching that!” You protested. Bakugo rolls his eyes, “so you were entertained watching random ass people talk shit about me?” He spits.

Lifting yourself off your stomach, you crawl towards the edge of the bed with a giggle. Taking a deep breath, walking on your knees, you reach out to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around him.

“not exactly”

Leaning in to kiss him, he quickly grabs your waist and pushes you into the bed. You laugh at the sudden force, the bakugo crawls on top of you. Tiny water droplets hit your face.

“So is it true?” You asked, your voice softer than it was a mere moment ago. Bakugo mumbles, too busy kissing your neck.

Sighing, you push yourself away, earning an irritant groan. “Is what true, beautiful?” He finally answers.

“You haven’t been dating anyone for more than 6 months, which means we’ve been together for that same amount of time” you say.

“All signs point to yes, why’ya ask?” He says, his body collapsing on the side of you. His muscular arm snakes around your waist and pulls you close to him.

“I don’t know, I’m just shocked…I didn’t know you’d be the waitress type” you say, which makes Bakugo chuckle.

“I know, everyone is so used to me dating the hottest of the hottest I guess, but they’re not as hot as you baby” Leaning in, he plants a quick peck on your lips.

Grabbing his face you go in for another, more intimate kiss. Hiking your leg up against his torso as his hands reach for your bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Pulling away from the kiss on your forehead, looking deeply into his eyes, you laughed. “What?” Bakugo smiled.

“I don’t know…I’m just surprised you chose me out of all those other guys and girls. I like you a lot Bakugo, you know that right?” Your voice soft and attentive rang through your boyfriend's ear like a beautiful symphony.

“I needed change in my life. I wanted to slow down. I was tired of living the fast life, and I wanted to fuckin’ settle” he says.

“I knew walkin’ into that restaurant you were gonna be the one, you were too cute to pass up” he mumbles sweetly, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“So you walked in on purpose?” You chuckled.

“I may have seen you working earlier that day and found you hot. I was praying to any and every god that you would still be there after patrol. And God gave me their blessing” he says.

Sighing, you drop your head into his chest.

The shared bedroom is subdued by a long, comfortable pause.

You never knew Bakugo felt that way towards you. At first you felt like you were just a booty call. After that, you noticed how much you clicked with each other.

From general conversation to sexual attraction, the relationship was solid.

You didn’t know if it was going to last. But now, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world knowing Bakugo planned you for the long-haul.

“Let’s make it official”

Bakugo breaks the silence. Turning your head to him you let out a last gasp. “A-are you sure?” You stuttered.

“Hell yeah, I need to let these fuckers know you’re mine and that I dare anyone to lay a mere pinky toe on you.”

You laugh at Bakugo’s broad statement, cuddling at him you nod.

“Okay, let’s make it official.”

hello everyone!! This was supposed to be headcanons but school is so tiring, currently writing this at 2 AM. You guys are so amazing, walking up to so much support makes me smile everyday. Thank you!!

— lovelyiida<3

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kisspromptsforthelovesquare · 2 months

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Kisses under an umbrella

One last kiss before I sacrifice myself/risk it all for you

Jumping on the other kiss

“I thought I’d lost you” kiss

Detransformed but still pre-reveal kiss

Romantic sewer kiss

We just won/lost an akuma battle kiss

“In case we don't make it out of this alive" kiss

“I just found out your identity and I don’t think it’s physically possible to keep my lips off your face now” kiss

Formal kiss

We're platonically cuddling on a chilly patrol night when we're making each other laugh so much we spur-in-the-moment kiss

Sleepy/half-asleep kiss

“I forgot you’re dating my other identity” kiss

Someone’s hanging upside down kiss (aka Spiderman kiss)

Blowing a kiss

“Someone claimed to be dating you and I couldn’t contradict them” jealous kiss

“Your suit’s in the way” kiss

“Your suit’s not in the way anymore!” kiss

Someone just lost their memory kiss

He/she just said yes kiss

"Kiss it better" kiss

Celebratory kiss

Kiss for the camera

Kiss they think is secret but actually lots of people can see, or getting caught kissing

Forehead kiss

"Did you know that kissing is good for hiding in plain sight, because it makes people uncomfortable so they look away?" (aka fake out make out)

I got jealous how you smiled (politely) at that civilian who was obviously (except to you) flirting with you

Kiss on a dare

André got akumatized again and he's leaving couples alone kiss

True love's kiss worked before let's try it again kiss

We need to make our fake dating look convincing kiss

Hello kiss, or goodbye kiss

Distracting your injured partner from pain while you patch them up kiss

She mixed up her words and asked for a kiss by accident but he just went with it kiss

“It’s not fair that you remember kissing me and I don’t” kiss

“I need you to stop punning for like FIVE SECONDS, so I’m going to occupy your mouth in a different way” kiss

The akuma is a huge Ladynoir shipper and it's the only way out kiss

“Sure I’ll help you practice confessing to Buttercup” kiss

“Thanks for saving my life” Ladrien or Marichat kiss

Anywhere but the face kiss: hand kiss, wrist kiss, shoulder kiss

One corner of the square kissing to prove another corner isn’t dating kiss

You were going in for la bise and I read into it kiss

“I’m/You’re using a different miraculous today” kiss

Spin the bottle kiss

“I know I said I wanted to keep our relationship a secret but…” kiss

"What do you mean you're moving away?!" kiss

Welcome home kiss

"I want my first kiss to be with someone that I love and trust, but it's not that I'm IN love with you or anything hahaha no way" kiss

Kiss you to sleep, or kiss you awake

"Distracting you while you're trying to do something because I want attention" kiss

"Oh no, you made me fall in love with you" realization kiss

"Kissing your forehead/cheek while I thought you were sleeping" kiss (bonus if the 'asleep' person was actually unconscious and the kissing person is all "please come back to me.")

Kiss during Second Chance

Anniversary kiss

“I thought this was just dancing, so how did we start kissing?” kiss

“We just fought and I’m mad at what you did, but I want you to know I’m not mad at you” kiss

“You fell asleep on public transport and I’m waking you up at our stop” kiss

“It’s been years since we’ve seen each other and I didn’t know what happened to you because of secret identities” kiss

“Reunion” kiss but one of them has the kwagatama ability to talk to the other through reunion and their lips can’t even touch because one is a ghost :((

Winning a bet kiss

Drunk kiss

Soft kiss after wrapping them in a blanket

Kiss on an old injury

“Our friends are trying to set us up, haha, let’s humor them” kiss

Sneaking into each other’s room kiss

“I’m pretty sure the grimoire says something about kissing, but I’m not sure exactly what. Want to help me experiment?” kiss

Apology kiss

Kissing while using one of the suit power-ups

“We’re both so busy that we’ve barely seen each other in days, so we should make the most of it” kiss

Kissing under the mistletoe

Kissing in a car

Identity reveal kiss

“Let’s recreate our first/favorite kiss”

Kissing backstage after a fashion show

“We should be focusing on this battle but, wow, you are extra distracting today” kiss

First kiss, or last kiss

“I know it’s the worst possible time for a kiss but…”

Failed kiss or interrupted kiss

Kiss as a confession/to show you how I really feel

Post-reveal pre-relationship kiss

Kisses that tickle

“We found our way back to each other” kiss

Soulmate kiss

Everyday domestic bliss kiss

A kiss to comfort

“Why exactly are you kissing me?”

“Oh yeah? What are you willing to do to get a kiss from me? 😏” kiss

Accidental lip contact during la bise

Kissing in a disco

"What's the difference between le bisou and la bise? Hmm, let me show you..."

“Maybe this will jog your memory” kiss

“I was going for the cheek/forehead and I missed 😳” kiss

Sealing a pinky swear with a kiss

"Will you marry me?" kiss

"I just love you so much, I can't help it" kiss

Fake dating kiss

A safe for work “not safe for work” kiss (like they’re standing on a forklift or something - what were YOU thinking?)

Interrupted by kids. Or a hamster. Or a kwami.

"Miracle cure brought you back" kiss

“Here’s your present” kiss

A kiss that promises forever

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thcfountain · 2 months

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anonymous asked: "I saw requests are still open and was wanting to request a cute little friends to lovers with Matt? If they’re not open totally ignore this 😅 I love you work!!"

banner credit. to be added to my tag list.

Matt Dierkes x ace afab!reader. She/her pronouns. Fluff. 2,850 words.

tag list: @to-be-written @th4t-em0-k1d @cheyyyr @somewhere-diamond @ravieisunhinged @blackveilomens @sprokat @jilliemiw86

“Bryan is down for the count,” Noah announces and then he shrugs and adds, “well he's down for at least a week.” Their friend and on tour photographer and caught a nasty bug somewhere along the line, halfway into tour and the band was equal parts worried as well as wondering what they would do next.

“We don't need a photographer for the next few shows, right?” Folio asks, trying his best to be helpful.

“We could just ask y/n,” adds Matt in a tone that was way too nonchalant for the exchange of looks the band gave each other at his suggestion. “She does tour photography and she's really good,” he continues, pushing the idea of his friend, you, filling in for a bit.

The band cast knowing glances at each other - it didn't matter how often Matt referred to you as just his friend or how much he convinced himself it was true, they were all waiting for the moment that he inevitably realized that he was ass over heels in love with you. It hadn't happened yet, obviously, but they knew it was coming soon and the prospect of you joining them on tour for a short time would surely help him realize his true feelings.

Of course, you were almost as bad as Matt was. It was clear to the band that you had feelings for Matt too, but you didn't act on them, probably because you couldn't see that he liked you back.

“Well,” Noah says, looking at his bandmates for confirmation, “alright. Have her meet us at the next venue if she agrees and make sure you purchase her plane tickets,” Noah adds on.

Of course you agreed. There was no chance that you would have ever denied Matt something, especially if he needed you. Sure it wasn't just Matt who needed you, but it was Matt that mattered. You met the band at the venue, as per Noah, and rolled your suitcase towards their van, your camera back slung over your shoulder.

“You made it,” Matt greets you, taking your suitcase without being asked and pulling it onto the bus. “You get the bunk under mine, Noah made sure we made you space,” he gestures to the bunk in question and gives you a smile. “Right now we're starting to load gear into the venue.”

There's a moment of silence as you two get caught up in staring into each other's eyes, each of you searching for the right thing to say next. He wanted to mention how happy he was that you had come and you wanted to tell him how excited you were to work with him but somehow neither of you managed to speak.

“No fucking on the bus, that was your own rule, Matt,” the sound of Noah's voice breaks the silence as he pops his head in and both you and Matt go red in the cheeks as you both blush. “Come help us load, some of this gear is front of house after all.”

You both jumped to action, immediately going to load gear and constantly bumping into each other while giggling about it.

“$20 that we catch them fucking,” Folio pipes up as he, Jolly, and Ruffilo watch you and Matt giggling at each other and constantly finding ways to bump into or touch one another.

Jolly shakes his head. “She's ace, remember? So $20 that we catch them making out at most.”

“No way,” Ruffilo shakes his head. “They're both too dumb to realize they're in love.”

“Bets on,” replies Folio. “If you we win you owe us both $20 and dinner.”

“I'll take that bet,” Ruffilo agrees.

You are nothing but professional as the concert rages on. You move across the stage and sidelines with ease, taking shot after shot of the band and the crowd. As always, Noah knows how to hype up his fans, how to make them scream in excitement or shout so loud that people outside surely wonder what the fuck is going on. You grab a bunch of shots, knowing that many of them will end up looking super cool for their collective social medias. When the concert is over, you immediately go to help load gear back up into the bus.

A hand brushes your own, both of you grabbing the handle of a case at the same time and you look up into Matt's eyes and laugh. “Sorry, it's all yours if you wanna load it out,” you say with a joking lilt to your voice before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think it's the last bit that needs to be loaded back up.”

Matt's hand remains atop your own on the handle and he can't help the way that you make him smile and he's convinced himself that he doesn't feel those flutter of butterfly wings in his gut when you give him your attention. The very idea that someone as kind and beautiful as you could like him, the self proclaimed Hater King, just didn't compute in his mind. Here you were, a million ways different then him just in the very nature you had to be soft and kind when he prides himself on being a hater, on being mean when it was called for. In his mind, your very friendship was probably created out of kindness alone.

“I've got it,” he answers after a short moment, finally letting your hand free from where it was trapped between his hand and the handle. “You can go ahead and head back to the bus.”

When Matt finally made his way onto the bus, he was ready to crash. His days were pretty go, go, go since he was tour manager for such a successful band and so it went past his head when he crawled into his bunk that a few people were missing.

You, Folio, and Davis had wandered off in search of a quick, nearby place to grab food for yourselves and luckily the venue wasn't too far from a little restaurant that was open late, seeming to carry more towards the late night hungry drunks or people with the munchies after a show. Food had been purchased and the three of you began your journey back to the bus.

“So what's up with you and Matt?” Davis asks, ignoring the glances Folio was suddenly giving him because he was unaware of the earlier bet that had been placed. “You two are cute together.”

For the second time that day, your cheeks brighten, flooding with warmth. “I don't know what you mean,” you say quickly, avoiding Davis’ eyes. “He's my best friend, that's all.”

A disbelieving sound comes out of Davis and Folio cuts him off before he can even speak. “You and Matt should just make out and then go from there!” The idea was absolutely biased on his bet with Jolly and Ruffilo, which you didn't know, so all you could do was let your jaw drop open as you stare at him.

“Ignore him,” Davis says, patting your shoulder as the bus comes into view. “He's suffering from dumbass-itis.”

You scurry onto the bus, fleeing the conversation and head straight to Matt's bunk.

He wakes up a little annoyed when his curtain is pulled back, flooding light into his face but then his stomach growls as he catches the scent of food and his eyes land on you.

“Here, I got your favorite,” you tell him, holding up the pastic bag full of Styrofoam and plastic containers of food that you had purchased for him. His heart does a little sommersault in his chest as he hops out of the bunk and takes the food you offered. “Should we eat together?”

“Thanks,” he murmurs, letting you lead him to the sitting area in the back of the bus. Some of the band sits back there, doing their own thing, others are already crammed into their bunks. “This smells amazing, but I might just be starving,” Matt states as the two of you huddle together and begin opening up containers of food.

It's like you're both suddenly in a world of your own as you pass food to each other, sharing without asking as you settle into a comfortable atmosphere. The two of you are at ease with each other, an ease that had grown over years of friendship.

“Try this,” you say, holding up the fork to Matt's mouth, wanting to share how good the food you ordered for yourself was.

There's no hesitation or question, he leans forward, fully trusting you, and lets you feed him with your fork. “Oh, that's to die for,” he agrees before cracking open a Dr Pepper, handing it to you for you to take the first sip.

You're both so lost in your world together that neither of you even notice the way you're watched by the band. The knowing looks they share with one another, as if to say it's only a matter of time before you and Matt stumble upon each other's true feelings. In the meantime, you two sit and giggle together, literally feeding each other bites of food and sharing Dr Peppers. (Were you literally anyone else, Matt would have bit your fingers off for even looking at his Dr Pepper.)

It was also no real surprise to the band when the two of you retired to Matt's bunk to watch anime together, only to end up falling asleep in each other's arms.

“We're this close to winning the bet,” says Jolly upon the discovery that you and Matt were snuggled up together in his bunk, fast asleep.

Noah runs a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes and away from his face. “What bet?” He asks, stealing Ruffilo's hair brush and sticking out his tongue before running it through his short hair. “Maybe I want in.”

“We're betting against Ruffilo that Matt and y/n get caught making out,” Jolly replies.

Folio laughs. “I added the whole crew to a group chat for taking bets about this.” He waves his phone a little and Noah laughs.

“Add me to Nicholas’ side. These two are dumbasses,” Noah decides.

Your time with the band passes quickly. You spend your days working, taking photos and helping load and unload gear or pitching in a hand in different places where it's needed. Teamwork was important on tour and you were definitely a team player. After leaving the venue at night, you and Matt would take turns being the one to pick up and buy dinner for each other, followed by falling asleep in his bunk while watching anime. It was a comfortable routine, one in which you had reminded yourself over and over again, was a routine definitely made by friends. Because surely, Matt was probably interested in someone who just wasn't you…. right?

Nevertheless, with Bryan returning, you found everyone in both the band and crew acting strange. A little… antsy, you supposed. Except for Ruffilo and Noah, who seemed to be overly excited, though you really weren't sure why.

You stood outside the bus, waiting for an uber to come pick you up and take you to the airport. It felt a little bittersweet to return home.

Matt stood with you, holding your camera bag over his shoulder, almost like he was contemplating holding it hostage so that you would stay.

“I'll miss your company,” he says after a moment of quiet. “It's not the same with my other friends,” friends. There was that word again, giving you a little stab in the heart, one that you smiled through. “It's not like I can watch anime in bed with Noah after all, he doesn't even fit into his own bunk.”

You both laugh a little. “I'll miss you too,” you reply. “I'll email you all the shots I took once they've been edited.”

You and Matt stare at each other in awkward silence, both wanting to say more but too shy and nervous to do so.

“JUST KISS ALREADY HOLY SHIT.” You both whip your heads around to see Folio, among many others, watching from the bus’ windows, Folio had stuck his head out to yell at you and was now being yanked back inside.

Your uber arriving spared you and Matt from the embarrassment of having to deal with Folio's shouts and you slipped into the car without another word.

Matt watched you leave and then looked back at the bus, where his friends were slowly coming out, almost all of them looking annoyed as they began pulling out their wallets and handing cash over to Ruffilo and Noah.

“What the fuck?” was all Matt could get out, too many questions swarming his head for him to ask any individual questions.

“We took bets on you and y/n finally realizing you're in love with each other and making out about it,” Ruffilo says, proudly holding his stack of $20s. “Noah and I bet that you were both too stupid to admit your feelings.”

“Wait what. Are you saying she likes me?” Matt definitely felt stupid for having to ask.

“Fucking DUH,” says Folio, grumbling over his lost bet. “You don't see any of us looking at you with heart eyes,” he pauses, looking a little mischievous. “Run to her! Meet her at the airport and make out so Ruffilo and Noah lose the bet!”

“This isn't a romcom, Folio, he wouldn't make it in time nor would security let him through without a ticket,” Noah answers, shoving his wad of cash in his pocket.

“What if we ask the bus driver to put the pedal to the metal?” Folio adds and it was clear that in his head, he was imagining a high speed race in the tour bus, all the way to the airport.

The bus driver handed Ruffilo a $20. “Not happening, Folio.”

The rest of the tour passed Matt by, equally too slow and too fast. He loved seeing his boys on stage, watching them perform for hundreds of excited fans who screamed back every word, every lyric, with love. He also really wanted to get home and have a Hallmark movie moment with you.

Unfortunately, it was probably going to be less of a Hallmark romantic movie moment and more of a romcom given the fact that as soon as the band learned that he was going to your house to talk to you, all four of them crammed themselves into his car and refused to leave.

So he knocked on your door in the middle of the night with four grown men standing behind him, passing around fucking popcorn as if his life was a fucking movie. He had half a mind to turn around and tell them all off when your door swung open, revealing you standing there in pajamas.

“Oh, hey guys,” you greet, clearly a little confused at the party on your doorstep. “What's up?”

He had spent the entirety of the rest of the tour, planning what he would say to you and imagining out scenarios in his head where he was cool and suave and swept you off your feet. Instead none of that happened and Matt ended up blurting out, “I love you,” and immediately wanting to kick himself. “I mean - yeah, no, that's what I mean exactly but it was supposed to sound cooler and also there wasn't supposed to be an audience,” Folio waved, “and it was supposed to be-”

You cut Matt off by pulling him into a kiss, one that was met with cheers and even some pelted popcorn.

“Me too,” you say, parting from the kiss and grinning up at Matt as your heart did little leaps into your throat. “Wanna come in and watch anime?”

“I would love to,” he replies, taking your hand and letting your pull him into the house, the door slamming shut on Jolly, Noah, and the Nicks.

“So what now?” Noah asks, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Do we just go home?”

Folio hops over to a window at the side of the house and presses his face against the glass. “I can see into the living room!” He announces. “They're making out!”

Jolly, Ruffilo, and Noah exchange looks before immediately crowding around next to Folio, spying in the window and watching you and Matt make out on your couch.

They would have been content to stay and watch the “show”, if it weren't for the concerned neighbors who called the authorities because three grown men were peeing into windows.

“Should we call Matt and tell him that we're getting arrested?” Noah asks, climbing into the back of the police cruiser.

“No, he's gonna be mad. Let's call Bryan,” Ruffilo answers.

You and Matt made out for a bit and then settled into the couch to snuggle and continue binge watching anime together.

“So are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?” You ask with a giggle.

“I wouldn't wanna date anyone else,” he replies, giving you another little kiss.

#matt dierkes fanfic #matt dierkes x reader

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suguwuus · 4 months

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Could you write a connor x daughter of Athena. Where she has been at camp for a year, but they have known each other for about two weeks and he flirts a little too much in training and she thinks he is being mean. but in the end they make up.

★ nice

oh em gee my first req i feel like spongebob on his first day with his shiny lil spatula and squeaky shoes

p.s. so sorry this took so long i was so very sick when you sent it in and then exam week left me bruised and broken and so sleepy 😭

wc: 2.4k words

Who the Hades is this guy? Or more like, who the hell does this guy think he is?

You stared at the hunched-over figure wiping your bronze weapon down with a cloth, whistling as he went. It was too casual for someone like him to be doing something like that, especially with your weapon.

You recognized him as one of those Stoll brothers. They had been at camp for almost as long as you had, yet it seems that he's been popping up and about into your business these past few days. And he had been doing it a lot. Offering to carry your things, greeting you good morning and good night, even going so far as to try and make your bed for you. It was strange. Suspiciously strange. And you didn't trust him. From what you've heard and seen around camp, he was a prankster, an awfully resourceful two-faced troublemaker who could ruin your day with two paperclips and a cup of orange juice.

You thought he was no match for you, though. After all, you were equally crafty and clever as well, if not more than him. You thanked your mother, Athena, for both those skills and the grace to notice the signs this early on.

Gods, what was the purpose of all of this? You couldn't figure him out. You had some ideas, some guesses, but you couldn't pinpoint anything exactly. You needed direct contact with him; you needed to observe him up close so you could finally see his true intentions. Did he get bored and were you his new target? Was he doing this for a bet? Did you do something recently to catch his attention?

So, it was strange. Strange that you two have been skirting around each other for the past few years, not talking unless forced to and if you did, you only exchanged small talk. Why was he now all up in your business? Was he plotting something? You remembered when he put a tarantula in your half-sister Annabeth's bunk. You thought that was the last time you'd see those two boys.

"You look like you're plotting to kill him."

You jumped. Said Annabeth stood behind you, holding a plastic bag full of something you could only guess was your cabin's deposit of trash. Every other morning someone would do this to keep the cabin clean—and every morning Connor would greet you. Today, he added an offer to wipe your weapon down. You reluctantly agreed, vulnerable at 7 in the morning.

You knew you shouldn't be driven by rumors and gossip, shouldn't judge a book by its cover. But your overly paranoid self just refused to try and get to know the boy.

You pursed your lips and turned to Annabeth, sucking in a breath. "What's he like?" You asked.

"A little shit," Annabeth replied, and your heart sank. "But," she continued. "He's a reliable little shit. He's not evil or anything like that. He just has a talent for getting on people's nerves, him and Travis. It's a Hermes kid thing. Why?"

You glanced nervously to the side. "He's been doing the absolute most for me recently. Asking if I need help with anything, greeting me every time we see each other. We're not close. We're not even close to being close."

Annabeth took a few moments looking over at him as well, a small smile on her face. "Hmm. Well, I can't say anything for sure. But there's a very low chance he's doing this out of malice."

You cringed. "So..."

"Just wait and see where this goes," She advised, swinging the plastic bag. "If he hurts you, beat him up." Then she went away.

You scratched your head, starting to walk away from your cabin. That was...sort of helpful? No worries. You could handle this. It wasn't everyday you dealt with someone with the first name Connor and last name Stoll, but it wasn't everyday that you climbed the lava tower, either, no? And you survived that. So how hard could a boy be?

Quite hard, as it turned out to be.

You watched him stand up, stuffing the dirty cloth in his pocket. He then looked around the camp, walking in circles as if searching for someone. You knew he was looking for you, so when he turned in your direction you reluctantly waved a hand, but not enough to be obvious or easily noticed in the bustle of the camp.

When he spotted you, he jogged up to you like an excited dog, haphazardly swinging your weapon. He held it out with calloused hands. "Here!"

"Thanks. Erm, Connor." You added his name for good measure and took your weapon back. You inspected it quickly. No tampering, as far as you could see. It was clean, too. You looked back up at him and nodded. He had done a decent job. An honest, decent job?

"Did you just wake up?" He blurted out, sporting a smile that made you feel...what, self conscious? His words didn't help.

"No, I've been doing errands while waiting for you." You kept your answer plain and simple. "Why?" Without realizing it, you smoothed out your shirt.

He saw where your hands were going and chuckled, his eyes crinkling as if you just cracked a joke that amused him twice as much as the average pun did. "Don't worry, sunshine, you're not the ugliest thing I've seen in my life."

And the he walked away whistling, probably going off to tie someone's shoelaces together to trip them up. What the fuck? You thought, still processing what had just happened. What was that all about? Don't worry, sunshine?

You bet Apollo was laughing at you from Mount Olympus with the way the sunlight was shining right onto your face as Connor walked away, blinding you as you stood there in confusion.

You eyes searched the assortment of campers for Annabeth, some tiny bit of support you could anchor yourself to. She wasn't there. No striking grey eyes of hers among the orange shirts. You grit your teeth, accepting your defeat.

Well, not exactly your defeat. Not yet, at least. Hopefully not.

You gave Connor your best glare as he walked up to you in the middle of the arena. He swung his sword in his hand back and forth as if this was a game to him. Luckily for you, you also saw it as a game. A fun game to try and get to learn a thing or two about him. You wanted to observe him, close up? Here was your chance.

Sword practice. Sparring. Percy as the instructor overseeing the match. Perfect.

"Shake hands, guys," He said, standing between you and Connor. He then nodded at the boy. "No cheating, alright? No extra tricks."

"Yeah, yeah," He said, tapping his foot. You saw how he seemed almost giddy, but when he met your eyes, his smile melted and he cleared his throat.

You held a hand out. He shook it, not taking his eyes off you. He had a serious expression on, devoid of all humor or teases. "Nice shirt," he mumbled. And then he was off, stepping backwards until he was a reasonable distance away from you.

Shaking the confusion out of your head, you got into position, holding your weapon as you adjusted your stance.

Percy gave the signal and you two were off, celestial bronze clashing against one another. Your ears rung and you tried to not let the sun blind you.

Frustratingly enough, you couldn't observe much except for his physical traits (a light spray of freckles across his nose bridge, a nasty looking scar on his knee and a bruise on the other one, a hand with only one fingernail painted cherry red; unsurprisingly enough for a son of Hermes, he seemed to be ambidextrous) and that he was awfully talkative.

"I might have trouble focusing, but I'm multitasking right now, see? Your face is distracting, but I can handle it." "You're nice to look at when you're cornered like this, you know? Cute and mad, I should piss you off more!" "I really like your lack of enthusiasm all the time!"

Parry. Strike. Slash. Clang! The tip of his sword grazed your jaw and you swiped at his shins. Contrary to his blabber, you stayed silent except for grunts and the like, determined to finish him off.

Someone in the audience of campers yelled for Connor to focus. Instead he laughed. Soon you ended up with your weapons pressed against each other, screeching as the material of each grinded against one another. You were face to face with him now.

"You seem a little rusty, maybe you should consider practicing with me—"

That was your last straw. You pushed him back, so hard that you ended a few feet away from him, and charged, but at the last second swung to disarm him from his waiting sword instead of striking. With your momentum, you wrapped an arm around his neck, pushing his head upward, and stepped behind him, holding your weapon to his throat.

Victory.

"You know, I'd say something, but I don't think it's very audience friendly, I think it should be reserved for someplace without overbearing coordinators or nine year olds," He giggled.

You released him after Percy gave you the signal. Of course, you had to be somewhat polite. So you maneuvered his body so he was facing you, standing properly now. You took his clammy hand and shook it, looking him straight in the eye.

"Good duel," You said, nodding, chest still rising and falling from the intense practice match.

"Yeah, yeah, good duel," Connor replied, stumbling over his words. "Percy didn't...didn't have any comments for us, y-yeah, that's...that's good, right?"

You nodded again, and he let go of your hand, swallowing and glancing at the floor. He wet his lips, as if there was something he was itching to say, something stuck in his throat.

"You...you have nice eyes." He walked away with something you might have called a scurry.

Tilting your head in utter confusion, you heard a voice and felt a hand tap your shoulder. You turned around to see a little girl of about 12 years old. Strands of her dark hair stuck to her chubby cheeks from sweat. "Return the compliment. That's pamahiin, you know." She shot a cautious glance at Connor's turned back.

"It's what?"

"Superstition where someone curses you in the form of a compliment. He's been saying all kinds of things since the start of your match!"

"That doesn't sound like a Greek superstition to me. Where'd you hear that?" The girl left before you could finish. You shook your head. Silly kids.

You decided you had some business to attend to, so you jogged after Connor, following him down the path to the archery range.

"Hey," you called. "Connor!"

He slowly turned around, looking anxious. "...Yes?"

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You're being strange. You kept talking during sword practice—you never do it that much, and you keep offering to do things for me. Are you following me around? Why did you compliment my shirt out of the blue right before we started?"

His brain seemed to load. And then he smiled. "You watch me during sword practice?"

"Sometimes, when there's nothing else to watch. The point is, you're acting off!"

He cleared his throat. "Well, erm, you know, I've just been seeing you around and I wanted to get to know you more. Wait, I complimented your shirt? We're all wearing the same ones."

You stepped closer. "No, are you up to something? Trying to get under my skin? Everything you say is somewhat backhanded and it feels like you're planning to get me in trouble, or both of us in trouble. If you don't like me, just say it straight to my face." You clenched your fists as you finished.

His expression morphed and looked horrified. "Oh, my Gods. No, I'm sorry."

You stared hard, waiting for him to explain himself.

"Shit, Y/N. That, uh...that wasn't...oh man, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I mean, I am mouthy all the time, but I didn't want you to think of it like that! I do, I'm complimenting you, I guess we just don't match up in terms of what's a 'nice' gesture or not.

"I'll say it straight, then. I'm being nice to you, trying to say nice things. Because I think you're nice."

You raised a brow. "...Nice?"

"Yes, nice. And I really liked practicing with you. And greeting you in the morning and at night. And you. I like being nice to you even if you don't understand my little pickup lines sometimes."

"So you weren't trying to be mean?"

"No, absolutely not."

"Ah...okay. I see. That's...fair. I guess I was just paranoid." You slowly nodded, understanding his defense. You could see him nervously putting his thumbs through his belt loops.

"Mhm." He looked to the side. "Oh, and by the way, maybe the thing I said this morning was confusing, you're not ugly at all, I think you—everything about you, is very, pleasing to the eye."

You chuckled. "—Is nice."

He let out a relieved laugh at how you had caught on. "Yes, exactly that. Oh," He perked up, looking behind your shoulder. When you followed his gaze you saw some campers walking towards him, and they did not look very happy. He put his sword back into his scabbard and tied his shoelaces, which had come undone.

So he was a prankster. Obviously. But he wasn't as bad as you thought. Not mean, just a little mischievous at times. You definitely were just paranoid. It's not everyday you got that many compliments. Puzzling ones that needed comprehension, yet still compliments. And he was easy to talk to. Not mean at all. Come to think of it, you hadn't fallen victim to his or Travis's pranks lately, not in a long while—

"That's my cue," he reached over and awkwardly patted your shoulder, averting your gaze. Despite that, he was smiling ear-to-ear. "See you sometime, okay? Bye!"

"Bye...!" And he dashed away, leaving you beaming in amusement. Wait, pickup lines? Those were pickup lines to him?

Nice? Nice as in flirting?

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ali-r3n · 1 year

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World Cup Bet

Joseph Quinn x F!Reader

Joseph and his girl make a completely wholesome (not at all a sex) bet during their opposing teams match in the World Cup

{Thank you @lovejosephquinn for the help}

Word Count: 1808 {Longest Fic I've ever posted}

*P/N - Player's Name

Minors Look Away, SMUT 18+ Dominant Joseph & Soft Joseph

Joseph sat on the couch with his arm draped over the back of his girlfriend's empty seat.

"Love!" he called to his girlfriend who was in the kitchen getting them drinks. "You're missing the kick off!"

"Coming!"

Dressed in her team jersey and a pair of leggings, Y/N ran into the living room. She stepped over his legs which he had up on the coffee table to take a seat beside him.

"Did I miss it?" she asked and handed him his drink.

"Nah. Not yet." He grinned, mischievously and took a sip.

She looked at him, appalled."Then why did you say I was!?"

"Because I could."

She pouted and he leaned in to press a kiss to her lips. "I love you."

"Love you too."

On the TV, the Commentators began to talk about both team's stats.

Joseph nudged his girl. "Who do you think is going to win?"

"My team," she answered. "We have P/N."

He snorted. "No way. We're going to win."

Y/N raised her eyebrow. "Oh yeah? You think so, huh?"

"I know so," he countered.

"You wanna bet?"

His brown eyes twinkled. "Absolutely."

"Okay. Loser has to..." she trailed off as she thought of the perfect punishment for the loser of the bet. It had to be something they were both uncomfortable doing, just in case in the slightest chance her team would actually lose.

Joseph leaned in and whispered, "Loser has to clean up naked."

She shivered as his lips caressed her ear and nodded, her voice caught in her throat. She cleared it. "Y-Yeah. That sounds good."

He leaned back with a smug smile on his face, proud that he made her so flustered.

"Good," he said. "I hope you are prepared to strip, Love."

She rolled her eyes and softly shoved his shoulder.

"What do we do if it's a draw?"

Joseph shrugged. "Both clean up naked and see who can keep their hands off the other the longest."

The thought made her stomach flutter and she clenched her thighs. He snickered and placed his palm on her leg. The warmth of his hands seeped through the fabric of her leggings and made her heart skip a beat.

Hot and bothered, Y/N looked towards the TV and took a sip of her drink.

Joseph gave her leg a squeeze as the match started. "May the best man win."

“Win or lose this bet...I still win.”

"YES!" Joseph cheered and jumped off of the couch, his arms in the air. "VICTORY!"

Y/N stared at the screen, in shock. Her team led the match the whole game and in the final minutes, Joseph's team came back and scored two goals.

2-3

“Games rigged,” she muttered.

“Oh come on, Love. What was that about win or lose?”

Joseph wiggled his eyebrows.

“Still would’ve been nice to win.”

He sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her to pull her into his side. He fake pouted.

“I’m sure it would’ve, but now…you’ve gotta pay up.” He winked.

Her mouth fell open. “Wha-now?”

“Yes, now.”

He put his hands behind his head with a grin as she stood up. She decided to tease him and give him a little strip tease, slowly pulling her shirt off and bending over to inch her leggings down her legs.

Joseph groaned behind her as he stared at her ass.

He thinks its a victory, she was going to make it a punishment.

Y/N slipped off her panties and tossed it at him. The garment landed on his chest. The chocolate brown eyes that she loved so much was taken over by his pupils. She hid her smile as she gathered her clothes and sauntered out of the room to put them away. She could feel his eyes burn into her backside as it swayed from side to side.

Joseph was in the kitchen getting himself a glass of water.

"Excuse me," she said and nudged him aside with her naked hip as she wiped off the counters.

"I know what you are doing."

She looked over her shoulder and arched her back. His eyes trailed over the curve of her spine.

"Do you?" she countered.

His fingers flexed with the urge to reach out and grope her. He cleared his throat.

"I'm going out for a smoke," he stated.

Joseph adjusted his bulge in his pants before he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and hurried out to the balcony.

He was close to breaking. Y/N could feel it. She smirked and went to grab the next item to torture her boyfriend with.

Joseph stood outside, a lit cigarette pinched in his fingers. He took a deep inhale when he heard a thump behind him. He looked behind him and his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head at the sight of his girlfriend's breasts pressed against the glass as she reached to clean the top of the sliding doors.

He had reached his limit. He put out his cigarette in the ashtray that sat on the table and ran back inside. He grabbed her waist and spun her around to pin her back against the glass. Y/N let out a moan when his lips captured hers in a heated kiss.

"Fucking Tease," he growled.

"It was your idea for the loser to walk around naked," she said, innocently. Her eyes held a mischievous twinkle. "I'm just going along with the bet."

She batted her eyes at him. Y/N yelped when he gave her ass a spank.

"Don't be coy."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

She clenched her thighs as he stared her down. Without warning, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder to carry her to their bedroom.

Y/N let out an oomph when he dropped her onto their bed. Joseph paused his dominant persona.

“Are you alright?”

She looked up at him and gave him a nod. “I’m good.”

“Good.” Joseph yanked off his shirt and tossed it somewhere, carelessly.

The sight of his bare chest made Y/N clench her thighs together and bite her bottom lip. She grabbed a handful of the comforter as her body trembled in anticipation. A small desperate whine escaped her throat as he shoved down his sweatpants and revealed his hard cock.

“Please…”

The smug bastard had a smirk on his face. “You’re so needy now, Love. Where did my seductive Temptress go?”

“Joseph!” she mewled.

He let out a deep laugh.

Her body was so wired her eyes rolled into the back of her head when he touched her leg. She clenched around nothing as he caressed her skin. She squirmed and her heart raced in her chest. Her eyelids fluttered closed and a whimper escaped her.

Joseph’s gentle touch turned into a grab and he flipped her onto her stomach. Y/N gasped. He took a hold of her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. The inside of her thighs were wet with how aroused she was at being manhandled by him.

The moan she let out when he gave her ass a firm spank would’ve made a porn star blush.

“Jo-SEPH!” She exclaimed when he thrust inside of her without warning. “Holy Fuck.”

He tossed his head back with a loud groan. “Shit, Love. You’re so tight.”

Sweat beaded on her skin as she panted like a cat in heat. She held onto the comforter for dear life as he used her body for his pleasure. She rested her forehead on the bed, no longer able to hold it up.

The pressure in her core almost reached its peak when it suddenly stopped and he pulled out of her. Tears welled in her eyes.

“No, Joseph!” She wailed. “Why did you stop?”

“You think after you teased me all day, I was going to let you cum that easily,” he sneered. “Oh no, Love. I’m going to make you work for it.”

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up so that her back touched his chest. “If you want to cum…you’re gonna have to do it yourself,” he growled into her ear. “You’re going to ride me. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Use your words, Love.”

She sniffled. “Yes, Joseph. I understand.”

He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Good girl.”

Joseph released her to sit with his back against the headboard. Her legs trembled as she crawled and climbed into his lap. He placed his hands on the curve of her waist to steady her when he noticed how she swayed a bit. He stared up at her with soft eyes as he drew circles on her skin with his thumbs to help ground her.

Y/N took a deep breath and grabbed his shoulders. She reached down with one hand and guided him into her. Her nails dug into his muscles and made him hiss.

She smirked and slowly moved her hips, too slow for his liking. His grip on her waist tightened and he slammed her down. She cried out.

“I’m in charge,” he snarled.

“Are you?” She challenged him. “Because last time I checked I was the one on top.”

She let out a loud moan when he thrust up into her. “Because I let you be.”

“Are you sure about that?” she goaded.

The muscles of his arms rippled as he moved her up and down his cock. His face red with exertion.

“C’mon, Joey. Is that the best you got? I thought you were in charge.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her to his chest as he flipped them over. She landed on her back with huff and barely had a minute to take a breath before he plowed into her.

The headboard slammed into the wall so hard with the force of his thrusts there was sure to be a dent.

“JOSEPH! I’m going to - I’m gonna - I’m cumming!” she wailed. She tossed her head back as the band snapped and she gushed all over his cock.

He ducked his head with a loud groan as he followed her over the edge. He collapsed boneless on top of her as they caught their breaths.

“Joseph,” she stated. “You’re crushing my ribs, Baby.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

Y/N winced as he slipped out of her so he could lay next to her. His arm draped over her waist.

“You alright, Love?” he asked. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shook her head and looked over at him. His big chocolate brown eyes stared at her.

“That was…amazing.”

He smiled. “Yeah.”

“Next time you’ll be the one to walk around naked,” she said.

“Depends.”

“On?”

“If your team can beat mine.”

“You’re on.”

Win or lose she still won.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year

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Part 4

"Is the living room the best place for this?", Robin asked. "In the middle of the day?"

"We've got a team handling the angry mob. And another team taking care of the monsters coming out of the town gate", Dustin said.

"And you're sure Vecna and the Mind Flayer can't see anything you see?", Will asked, his eyes hard.

Kas met his gaze, wishing their first meeting was under better circumstances. "I'm sure. I am connected to him. But he doesn't control me."

He was holding tight to Steve's hand. If there was one person that could pull his strings...

"Hey", Steve squeezed his hand. "Focus. I know what that look means. We're going to start soon."

Kas let out a breath. "Okay, I'm new to the whole, supergirl thing. Explain to me how this is gonna work again?"

"I'm going to go into your mind", El began. "But I can't go in directly. Because you won't let me." She had already tried and Kas had lashed out, putting a barrier between her and his deeper thoughts.

"So she's gonna go in through me instead", Dustin beamed.

"Still not sure how I feel about Henderson being in my head", Kas said.

But they had already decided that as much as he liked Steve, it couldn't be him. Not when he was still split on how he felt and acted. There was a chance he'd welcome Steve with open arms. It was just as likely that he'd shield him out.

"I'll be here the whole time", Steve said.

"Alright. Let's do this."

Kas laid his body along the couch, his head in Steve's lap. Steve played with his hair and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep. He didn't remember if that was part of the plan, but it happened. Kas was in the black void of the shared mind space. Eddie was there too, chewing on the nail of his thumb.

"What if this goes wrong? We don't know what's gonna happen when they kill Vecna."

"We told Steve not to worry. We have to believe that too. We've gotta believe that everything's gonna be okay."

"But what if it's not?"

"But what if it is? What if we could have everything we want?"

"Whoa, this is trippy", came Dustin's voice. And suddenly he was next to them.

"You got in!" Both consciousness' shouted and hugged Dustin while jumping, which brought a big smile to his face.

"Okay, I've got several questions. First of all, which is which?"

"The one with the sharp teeth is Kas, dude."

"Coooool." Dustin was still looking back and forth between them. "So like, why is there two of you? Did Vecna do that?"

"He did", Eddie said. "Said he was making me better. Removing my inhibitions."

"So you uninhibited is just you being super into Steve? Cause that's the only thing that's changed since you got back."

"He's right", Kas said with a grin.

"Yeah, well", Eddie stuck his hands into his back pockets. "Turns out that was a big part of myself that I was holding back."

"Why? Because he's a guy? Or because it's Steve?"

Eddie looked to Kas, waiting for him to answer for the both of them. But Kas was silent.

"He asked you, not me."

"Oh, so we're the same person when it suits you but when it comes to the hard questions-"

"Eddie, we don't care if you're gay. Or if it's Steve. You know that, right?", Dustin said.

"You don't know that", Eddie said with a shake of his head. "You can't speak for everyone."

Dustin threw his hands up. "Then think about how everyone's been treating you two. Yeah, maybe me, and Lucas, and Mike were too focused on other things to see it, but El and Will knew. I bet Nancy and Robin knew too."

Eddie was trying to hide behind his hair while Kas was openly smirking. Robin definitely knew. She'd walked in on them one too many times.

"Could it really be this easy?", Eddie asked to the open air.

Dustin started counting off his fingers. "I mean, there's still the angry mob that wants to kill you, homophobes outside your group of friends, plus Steve is probably a high maintenance boyfriend-"

"I can provide any services he needs", Kas licked his lips.

"And you're gonna need to put a lid on that kinda talk. At least a loose one. Else you're gonna make us all gag on your PDA."

"No promises", Eddie and Kas said at the same time.

In the distance they heard screaming and something like the sound of paper ripping apart. Kas winced. He could tell what was happening.

"Vecna is dead."

Eddie's eyes were wide. "Oh shit."

"Eddie, you're gonna be fine, right? When we wake up, you're still gonna be there, right?", Dustin asked, grabbing his arms suddenly.

Eddie looked down into his eyes. For the first time in a while, he wanted to believe. He had to believe that everything was going to be okay. He was coming back, he'd get to have Steve, they'd figure out the mob of townsfolk. Hell, he might even get his GED.

"Dustin, I'll see you at home", he said.

When his eyes opened, it was to the sound of Steve's battle cry as he sliced the head off a demogorgan. Eddie shot up and took out the one that was coming at him from behind, digging his teeth in and ripping it apart.

Steve turned and wrapping his arms around him, mindful of the machete but not of the blood covering them both. When he pulled back, Steve looked into his eyes.

"Are you all the way there?"

"Indeed I am", he said. Kas was no longer a physical presence in his mind. If Steve wanted all of him, then that was what he would give. He wrapped his arms around Steve and leaned in, only to be stopped by Steve putting two fingers to his lips.

"I love you Eds, but I'm not kissing you with monster blood in your mouth."

"A compromise then." Eddie kissed his fingertips, then his knuckles, then the back of his hand. Steve's hand also had drops of blood on them but he found he didn't really care. He was halfway up Steve's arm when Will cleared his throat.

"Yeah, we're still here", he reminded them.

"And if we're done, we can get to the others. This isn't over yet", Dustin said before grabbing his walkie and relaying the current status to whoever was listening.

El walked up to them, smiling. "Congratulations."

Steve looked only slightly embarrassed and Eddie took that as a win. Because whatever happened next, they could handle it together. Eddie was all in.

END

A/N: Thanks yall for readin! And feel free to send me prompts for steddie im insatiable right now

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daisyblog · 11 months

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Baby

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: Louis tells YN that he is going to be a Dad.

"I'm gonna be a Dad...she's having my baby"

YN wasn't sure if the words that stumbled out of Louis's mouth were a joke or if this was just extra confirmation that there was no future for them. She knew she was the one who ended their relationship a couple of months ago, but being together for four years she never expected him to move on so quickly, she couldn't even do the math - it was all too much. Sure, she had seen some photos of them together, leaving parties and on nights out, but she wasn't expecting him to have a baby with another woman.

She could feel the lump in her throat rise and the tears threaten to spill, but she fought hard against them and instead smiled brightly at the boy she loved in front of her "I..um..I'm sure you'll be an amazing Dad..congratulations Lou..I wish you both all the best with your little family" the words made her feel queazy, sure she meant them but that did that make it hurt any less? No.

"YN..you don't need to pretend you're not angry at me..in fact, I want you to shout and scream at me telling me how much of an idiot I am" Louis pleaded, rubbing his face in stress.

YN shrugged her shoulders "What's the point in doing that?...It's not going to change anything...you're going to be a Dad and have a family regardless of how I react"

"You..I..uh.." Louis stuttered before he tried again "Me and Briana..we're not together..we never were-"

"Lou..look it's none of my business"

"But you deserve to know...it was just a drunken thing..you know it was never meant to be more than that...we're not gonna be a family...we'll co-parent when the baby is here" Louis explained.

"Sounds like you've got it all planned" YN politely smiled, before she stood from where she sat and made her way towards the door.

"YN..wait" Louis called after her, making her freeze when he spoke the next few words "I love you..you know that"

She wanted to turn around her and run into his arms like a fairytale but it just wasn't the case. So she took a deep breath and turned to face Louis with a sad smile "I'll always love you Lou...but I just don't think we're meant to be any more"

Before Louis had the chance to respond, YN left the room heading towards her dressing room where she could let her tears flow freely. As she opened the door, she was taken back when she saw Harry pacing up and down, almost like he was waiting for her.

"Harry what are you doing..you knew he was going to tell me?" YN asked as she saw his sympathetic smile.

"Thought you could do with a cuddle" Harry spoke, opening his arms for her. That's what YN loved about Harry, he always knew when someone needed a shoulder to cry on. She was so grateful to have another brother.

After YN had cried into arms and had now calmed down slightly "There was so much I wanted to say in there"

"How about you tell me instead..you know so you get it all out" Harry suggested.

"He said she was having his baby..and then rambled on about how they're not together..I told him it's none of my business" YN shook her head as she thought about their conversation "What did he expect..me to magically jump back into his arms..I don't think so...I bet she faked her orgasm" YN said so bluntly, making Harry choke on his breath.

"Fucking e'll YN" Harry laughed.

"Sorry..I shouldn't have said that..I don't want to be mean but Louis a prick"

"Hey..you're just hurt and angry right now...which is understandable...we all say things in the moment"

"Could be a good song you know" YN changed her whole mood.

Harry raised his eyebrows "How?"

"I don't know" YN thought for a moment, before she spoke again "What about something like...She's having my baby..It's none of my business..She's having my baby..It's none of my, it's none of my...It's New York, baby, always jacked up...Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up...When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus..In a black dress, she's such an actress"

"I like it...maybe it could be one for next album" Harry said with a sarcastic smile.

"Uh..yeah not going to happen..I think it would be pretty obvious" YN laughed, until she thought of an idea "It's all yours though..if you ever want to use it"

"Oh thanks" Harry sarcastically laughed at her suggestion "Not sure what I'm gonna do with a verse about you calling Louis and his baby mama out"

"Just don't forget to put me in the credits" YN joked.

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mickimomo · 1 year

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Time Machine - Attuma x Okoye

I figured I'd write out my headcanon since you peeps liked it so much. 🤣

Enjoy

Today was the day. W'Kabi was finally being released from exile out of the kindness of council's heart.

M'Baku was apprehensive, but figured the man would be too powerless to cause any issues for the time being.

The last thing he expected to see, however, was a tipsy W'Kabi singing at the top of his lungs at 4 in the morning.

"Glory to Hanuman." He huffed as he approached the small crowd of people standing around Okoye and Attuma's home that sat on the edge of the Border Tribe. "What is he doing?" He groaned as he watched W'Kabi sing slightly off-key.

"One! I wish I never fell in love!" He shouted before holding up two fingers. "Two, I wish I never fell for you!" He dropped to his knees. "Oh, three! If I just had one more wish, I'd go back and do it all over again. If I had a time machine-"

Aneka chuckled as she watched W'Kabi spin around like he was Usher before he began to do a drunk moonwalk as he bellowed the chorus of the song. "I heard that someone told him Okoye had gotten married."

"I hope he does not think he has a chance." M'Baku groaned.

"I think the liquor gave him courage."

"If he continues, the bald headed demon will release her shark."

Aneka shrugged. "I'm hoping I get to see that."

He arched a brow. "Are you recording?"

"I am."

The regent king watched Okoye open her window while dawning a robe. "W'Kabi. Go home!"

"You are my home!"

"We're divorced! Move on!"

"How could you move on!?" He sobbed. "We had something special!"

"You did not care when you betrayed Wakanda!"

"I betrayed Wakanda for you!" He snapped. "For us!"

"We are not doing this again!" She snapped. "I'm giving you five seconds to leave or I will come through this window and end you with my spear!"

"Okoye please!"

"FIVE."

M'Baku blinked before grabbing an abandoned chair to sit on. "Count me in."

"FOUR."

Aneka snickered as she watched him yank a carrot out of his pocket to munch on before offering a banana.

"Thanks." She hummed before she began to eat.

"THREE."

"What's going on!?" Ayo frowned as she approached with a few members of the Dora Milaje.

"W'Kabi is about to get his ass beat." Aneka answered her wife as she took a bite of her banana. "Want a bite?"

"No."

"TWO."

"Why are you two just sitting here eating and watching?" She frowned.

"I wanna see Attuma beat his ass." Aneka shrugged.

"And I'm not getting punched again." M'Baku huffed.

Ayo shook her head. "The council is going to lose their minds."

"Not when they see the footage." Aneka snickered. "You should have been here earlier. He was singing Micheal Jackson and Mariah Carey."

"On key?"

"No."

"ONE."

They all turned to see Okoye try to climb out the window before she was yanked back in by a pair of blue arms.

Everyone was silent as the window remained empty for a moment.

W'Kabi watched Attuma jump out the window, dawning nothing more than his loincloth and rebreathers as he moved forward with hellfire in his dark brown eyes.

The shorter man stepped back as Attuma began shouting in his native tongue.

"You're the other man!?!" W'Kabi stared in disbelief. "I can take you!"

Ayo closed her eyes as the shorter man ran forward and threw a series of punches into talokanil's chest.

Attuma looked at his chest, completely unfazed, before he chuckled.

"I bet it'll only take one punch." Aneka offered.

M'Baku took another bite of his carrot. "I think Attuma will be nice and let him endure a few more. He seems like the type who likes to play with his enemies before killing them."

"You two are awful." Ayo sighed before accepting a bite of banana.

Attuma swung, and W'Kabi took it like a champ as he crumbled to the floor.

It was like watching a tree fall to an axe.

Slow and cumbersome.

"Damn." Aneka wrinkled her nose as they watched W'Kabi struggle to get back up. "I can't believe you were right."

"The man got his ass kicked a lot in exile. He can take a few hits."

"You knew that before making the bet."

"I did."

"Cheater."

"It's called research."

"No. It's called cheating."

They watched W'Kabi grab Attuma's leg to support himself as he tried to get back up.

"Glory to Hanuman. Have some shame-" M'Baku shook his head before feigning a wince as the warrior kneed the dazed man in the face.

"I'm stepping in." Ayo grumbled.

"No. He's still fighting." He gestured to the sobbing man. "Let him get up. Let him get up."

"My king. If he is killed, it will be a breach in the treaty."

"Attuma knows his strength." He waved off her concern. "He'll be fine."

"I..... I-" W'Kabi slurred as blood spilled from his nose. "I wiiiiiiiiiill win baaaaack my wiiiiiife."

Attuma yanked him up by the back of her shirt and stared.

"You say, your wife. When she is mine." Attuma furrowed his eyebrows. "Do not insult the mother of my child."

"CHILD!?!" W'Kabi panicked. "O-Okoye is pregnant!?!"

"Yes. If she were not, I would have considered letting her beat you herself." He narrowed his eyes. "But maybe I would have handled you still, even if she wasn't. Just so you would know that you will never have a chance."

"NO! OKOYE!" He tried to look past the warrior as tears blurred his eyes. "OKOYE!"

Everyone gasped before they began to whisper.

"Oh-"

"Girl-"

"He's bout to be sick."

"I'm telling you. He's gonna be sobbing and fasting for days."

"He is living out a nightmare I tell you."

"Damn."

"OKOOOOYEEEEEEE! PLEAAAASEEE!"

Aneka smacked M’Baku's shoulder as she tried to contain her laughter.

"I was not prepared-" Ayo covered her mouth.

"Is he crying again?" M'Baku cackled.

"Yes." Aneka laughed.

W'Kabi continued to shout. "OKOYE! TELL ME HE'S LYING!" He squirmed. "OKOYE!"

"Do not call for her. She will not answer you." Attuma tightened his hold on him. "You have come here and disturbed her rest and now you wish to stress her further." He frowned. "If you are a problem to Okoye, you are a problem to me. I will not let my wife endure anything." He growled. "Something you failed to do."

W'Kabi was shaking in the man's hold.

"So, let me make myself clear." He narrowed his eyes. "If I learn that you are bothering Okoye ever again, I will serenade you until you fall into the sea and have my sharks rip you apart." His eyes were darker than the ocean's abyss. "I say this in english... to be clear. I can also say it in Xhosa to be clearer." He grabbed the man's face roughly with his other hand. "Do you understand?"

He spat in Attuma's face before shouting. "OKO-"

Attuma cracked his head into the other man's and tossed his body before turning around with a grunt of disgust.

"And see- he did better than me." Aneka shook her head as she ended the recording. "Because I would have stomped his head in after he spat in my face."

"I think he remembered the treaty." M'Baku offered. "I wouldn't have stopped him if he chose to. I think he was being pretty nice until he spat."

"Alright. This is done." Ayo smacked their shoulders before moving in to grab W'Kabi's limp body.

"That was an uneventful fight." M'Baku sighed. "But it was still good."

"What? You expected him to fight back?" Aneka laughed. "The man was drunk. A baby could wield a spear better than a drunk man."

"I was hoping it would give him a power up. Like uh.... super strength."

"He's not that type of drunk."

"I can see that." M'Baku got up. "Send me a copy of that video. I must show it to my people in the Jabari Lands."

"You got it."

Bloopers:

Okoye sleeping peacefully while her man handles business:

Everyone watching W'Kabi lose:

In another AU, Oni and Attuma jumping W'Kabi:

#mickimomo #okoye x attuma #okoye #attuma #attuma x okoye #attoye #okottuma #aneka and m'baku are at it again #ayo shaking her head at her wife #yes m'baku has snacks #oni would have gotten the job done

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Welcome to The Villain’s World [Part Two]

Twisted Wonderland X Fem!Yuu

A/n:

Once again, this was written over my breaks. Good news though, starting next week I’m going back to doing 10-hour shifts instead of 12-hour shifts! So, hopefully after I catch up on sleep, uploads will come quicker. I already have outlines for every chapter aside from 6, and 7.

I know there’s not much focus on Yuu’s mental health/state right now, but that’s because she has Ace, Deuce, and Grim who went through the same thing, and was with her the whole time. Don’t be mistaken, even though I suck at conveying it, Yuu is shaken by this experience.

Content Warnings: Descriptions of violence and injuries, thoughts/mentions of death, panic, Ace redemption arc, bad writing, let me know if I missed anything!

Yuu and Grim stand in place for the plan, and Yuu fidgets, waiting to give the go ahead. They’re currently stationed about 10 feet into the cave, still in sight of Ace and Deuce (Who are hiding behind trees in the forest).

Negative thoughts start to swirl around her head like an unwanted background noise. Like the hum of an old LED bulb. Inescapable. Being so caught up in her thoughts, she nearly missed the monster’s movement from the corner of her eye. She jumps, and waves to Grim. He hesitantly takes the lead, jumping up and down.

“H-hey, monster! I'm uh... I-I'm over here!” He stammers out, before they both bolt for the cave entrance. The monster sets his attention on them, and roars out, “Grrraaawrrr! BEGOOOOONE!”

Grim dashes to the right, while Yuu skids to the left. At this point, the plan has to work.

“He's comin' our way! Yuu!” Grim yells out.

Yuu jumps up, waving her arms in the air. “Hey, over here!” She shouts. The monster turns, “Grrurgh? Thieeef thiiis waaay tooooo... Neeevvva giiive stooones! Neeevvvaaa!” Then it punches the wall of the cave. There’s a rumble, and some now loosened stones tumble to the floor.

“Eep! If it lands one of those punches, we're toast!” Grim squeals. Yuu freezes for a moment.

He’s right, but it’s too late to back out now

She shakes her head. “Then we don’t get caught! Let's lure him as far from the cave as we can.” She turns, and sprints towards the forest. She can see Grim scampering next to her, a good distance away. Behind her, she can hear the monster bellow out, “Begooone! BEGOOOOOOONE!”

She can only hope that the other two stay true to their part of the plan. Though, that twinge of doubt is stomped out once she made it to the marks she made on the dirt floor and skids to a stop. She yells out, “Now’s our chance!”

Ace jumps out from behind a tree and Grim spins to face the monster.

“You bet. I got this! One extra-large gust of wind, comin' up!” Ace grins, pointing his pen at it, and sending a large gust of wind towards the monster.

“With a side of Grim's blazin'-hot fire! MYAAAH!” Grim laughs, sending out waves of flames towards it.

The monster lets out a wail, thrashing about in the blaze.

“How's that taste?! With my winds fanning them, even Grim's feeble flames can become an inferno!” Ace says, letting out a laugh.

“Whaddaya mean "feeble"?! Ya really don't know how to shut yer mouth, do ya?” Grim asks, salty.

“The monster's afraid of our flaming tornado! Deuce, it’s time!” Yuu points out, as Deuce also runs out from behind a tree, pen in hand.

He takes a deep breath, “Just stay calm, aim carefully... and pull out the biggest, heaviest thing I can think of... Get 'em, cauldron!” With their plan in motion, and working from what Yuu can see, Yuu opts to ignore that.

The monster lets out another wail, and Grim jumps around excitedly. “Nailed it! The plan's workin'! Look, Yuu! That monster got smashed flat by a falling cauldron, just like Ace did!” Yuu laughs and scoops Grim up into a hug.

Ace scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Coulda done without the reminder, thanks! This has been one drag after another.”

Deuce, being the only focused one, starts running ahead, shouting back at the others, “Quick! While it's distracted, we need to get that magestone!”

Hearing that, the monster lets out yells of disapproval.

Getting the lead out, Ace and Yuu (who is still holding a slightly struggling Grim) run after Deuce. They make it to where they saw the stone, and while huffing and trying to catch her breath, Yuu sets Grim down, reaches forward and starts wiggling the stone out of the wall.

“Uh-oh! Looks like it's nearly wriggled free!” Ace points out in reference to the monster. Yuu digs her fingers in, not caring about the rocks jabbing into her skin, even when they start to break skin, causing blood to bead up at the tips of her fingers. She lets out a huff of air, ignoring the words of the others as she works at the stone. Even as it cuts her more, and splits one of her nails.

Come hell or high water.

Finally, she pulls it out with a small grunt. Grim, who stayed near her legs jumps, and shouts, “We got the magestone! Now let's get outta here!”

Ace nods, and leads the group towards the entrance, “Roger that!” Yuu picks shoves the stone in her pocket, then picks Grim up again, and runs alongside Ace. Deuce trails behind them as the monster screeches out again.

They make it into the forest, and Ace yelps as he looks behind the group, “Are you kiddin' me?! It's still coming! It pushed off all that weight!” Yuu checks behind them, heart almost stopping at how close the monster is getting.

“It's too fast! It's about to catch us!” Deuce huffs out. Yuu lets out a groan, and contemplates for a moment. “We've weakened it!” She starts, and slows down, “If we strike now…” She trails off. They seem to pick up what she’s putting down, and also slow down.

“Aw, fine! Let's just smash the thing. Try not to wet yourself, Deucey!” Ace teases. Deuce grins in response, “Same to you, Ace!”

Grim jumps out of Yuu’s arms, “I'm gonna show ya why they call me Grim the Great!” Yuu chuckles breathlessly, and as the others ready their pens she, once again, arms herself with rocks. Her hands, covered in dirt and a little bit of blood, are shaking, she notes. She stares at them for a moment, before the monster lets out a deafening roar that makes them all jump, and glance at each other.

Yuu, taking the initiative, chucks a rock at it. Taking that as a sign, the others start throwing their own spells towards it.

It seems overwhelmed with all of them attacking it, and just trashes about, swinging its pickaxe every which way. After some near misses, it winds up for another swing. Yuu supposes the others are too caught up in casting their spells, but she notices Ace is directly in its swinging path. Her heart drops, and before she can even logic out what she’s doing (and how stupid it is,) she’s dashing towards him, and tackling him.

They land with a thud and a grunt.

Yuu wants to shout, to scream, anything, but the breath is forced out of her lungs. There’s a burning sensation in her leg, and it makes her eyes water. She feels Ace gently roll her off him, and she takes a deep breath, signaling for him to join the fight again.

She must be delirious, because for a moment, Ace looked hesitant, and…worried…?

There’s blood dripping from a gash on her leg, and Yuu uses one of the rocks to help her tear some of the fabric from the sleeve of her shirt to tie around it.

After a couple of attempts, she finally manages to stand up on her own, and join the fight again. This time, she opts to stay in the back, throwing rocks and sticks from behind the group, targeting its head.

After what feels like ages, the crack in its head expands, and eventually its head shatters all together, sending the viscous ink it contained splattering everywhere.

The group recoils in shock, but they don’t avoid getting some on them. There’s a collective feeling of disgust as they all stare in shock, and horror.

Deuce pants, trying to catch his breath as he stares forward in shock.

“Is it... over?” Ace asks, unsure, and Yuu is sure she’s hallucinating again because he glances at her with worry written on his face.

“I think... we won? I think we did it!” Grim shouts, doing a funky little jig. There are cheers of victory, but Yuu just slumps into herself, eyes wide.

“We did it…..?” She pauses, and shakes her head. “Shared adversity sure brings people together, huh…?” She asks, almost mindlessly. Deuce chuckles nervously, “Uh... I don't think that had anything to do with it.”

“Yeah! Spare us the clichés, Yuu!” Ace says with a grin and a scoff, though it’s hard to take his words seriously since he throws his arms around Deuce’s and Yuu’s shoulders. She grins slightly, and notes that her hands are still shaking. Before she can try to calm herself down, Grim speaks up.

“There's no "together" here! We won 'cause of me! This is all from me bein' a magical genius!” Yuu nods, holding her arms out for her now adopted son feline companion to jump into. Once he does she scratches behind his ear. It works to calm her nerves, and he seems content with it.

Before she can, most likely, inflate Grim’s ego, Ace speaks up again, “Y'know... I hate to admit it, but... We mostly won because of your plan.” Though he tries to look apprehensive, his tone comes off apologetic.

Deuce nods enthusiastically, and if it were any other situation (a situation where he wasn’t covered in dirt, debris, and ink.) it would’ve been cute. “Yeah... if you hadn't managed to keep your cool and tell us all what to do, we never would have got this magestone. Now I won't get expelled.

And wow, is THAT a relief!”

Yuu nods absentmindedly. “I'm just glad no one got hurt…” Ace looks at her incredulously. “No one got hurt??” He points to her leg, red had started to bleed through the torn cloth she wrapped around it. He removes his arm from Deuce, and makes her wrap an arm around his shoulders, while the arm that’s on her shoulder shifted down to support her back. “That’s a pretty nasty gash,” he states.

“I mean,” Yuu starts, wincing, “That thing could’ve done a lot worse,” She mumbles, and the atmosphere turns somber. The group looks at each other apprehensively for a moment, before Grim changes the subject.

“Usin' all that magic made me hungry!” His eyes search the terrain, for what, Yuu didn’t know, but he perks up and jumps out of Yuu’s arms. “Huh? What's this?” He asks while picking up a black gem that reminds Yuu of a hunk of onyx.

“Is that a part of the monster we just beat?

It looks like... a magestone? But it's black as coal! I've never seen one like that before.” Deuce muses.

Grim, however, ignores him, and sniffs the air around the gem. “What IS this? It smells amazing!”

‘You can’t be serious.’

Ace stares in shock. “Are you insane?” He asks.

Grim, again, ignores him, and continues on his tangent. “Must be some kinda fancy monster candy that it was hidin' from us! If this tastes half as good as it smells...” He trails off, before shoveling the gem into his maw.

‘You CAN’T be serious’

Yuu’s eyes widen and she hobbles forward (forcing Ace to do the same), and picks Grim up. “Did you seriously just eat that?! Spit it out! Out! Bad cat!” She scolds, “Why would you just eat something you found on the forest floor!?”

Grim lets out a very dignified screech, and swallows it. Yuu freezes in shock, then deadpans.

“Are you okay!?” Deuce asks in a panic, while Ace stands there smugly. “That's what you get for eating trash!” Yuu looks at Grim, concern swirling her eyes once he starts letting out what sounds to be groans of pain.

That dies down once again when he speaks. “That... was AMAZING! Rich in flavor and full-bodied... Like sweet, fragrant flowers burstin' into bloom on my tongue. A whole field of 'em! Right in my mouth!” He smiles brightly, and that alone is almost enough to melt Yuu’s heart, but she stands strong.(with the help of Ace-)

“Gross. Monsters must have real weird tastes.” Ace theorizes, and Deuce nods, bringing a hand to his mouth in thought. “You might be onto something there...

Most humans don't take random stuff they find on the ground and just pop it into their mouths.”

“Are you sure you're okay?” Yuu asks, eyeing Grim. He beams, and proclaims, “Myah ha ha ha! Man, was that great!

Don't worry about me. I don't got a weak stomach like you humans do.”

That makes zero sense. But, okay.

Ace opens his mouth, probably to make a shitty comment, but gets interrupted by Deuce changing the topic. “Okay, let's pull ourselves together. We need to get this magestone to the headmage!” He starts for the path back to the school, but it’s clear he’s walking slower, glancing behind him to make sure Yuu and Ace, who is still helping Yuu walk, are keeping up.

Ace takes the opportunity to address the awkward silence that befell them. “Hey…so, about before,” He starts, scanning her face for any signs of anger, or annoyance. When he doesn’t find any, he pushes on. “I was kinda being a dick…” He starts, “But you helped me out anyway, so… thanks… and,” He trails off, waiting for some kind of reaction.

After not getting one for a moment, he goes to speak again, but falls short when she turns to face him with a scarily blank look on her face. His words fall short, and he waits. “That’s kinda an understatement,” She points out.

He sputters for a response, and after a moment he regains the ability to speak. “Hey, I’m trying to be nice and apologize here!” He shouts, not truly angry. Yuu resists the urge to laugh, but instead gives him a grin. He looks shocked for a split second.

“Nice? Sounds like you’re being cringe, Ace,” She says, unable to fight her giggles at the look on his face. Ace deadpans, then shakes his head with a suppressed grin. “It’s like you didn’t even hear me at all,” He mumbles. His mouth drops open in shock when he sees her shrug.

“Do you wanna walk on your own!?”

#disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst yuu #disney twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst x mc #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst grim #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x yuu #Welcome to The Villain’s World

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