#COCKY LAW UPON YE !!!

[luvlyycy]

"eyes on me." law purrs, his hand squishing your cheeks as he pounds into from below— there's a smile on his face as he does so. he watches your expression as your tongue lols out, eyes nearly crossing. "so cute. fucking adorable." he hums, his hips still pistoning into you, sloppy kisses being placed on your drool-laced lips.

"is it good? yeah? yeah, i know." he chuckles into your lips as you stupidly nod into him, your arm wrapped around his neck— chest flat against his. it feels so good, the fat head of his cock nudging against your cervix with every brutal thrust he gives— heavy balls slapping up against you as well.

"ohh, fuck. ha— fuck, g'nna cum inside ya. fuuck—"

[ceilidho]

He’s late for his own trial.

You’ve been standing outside the courthouse for what feels like twenty minutes now, tapping your heel on the ground and checking your watch for the umpteenth time. The two of you are already supposed to be inside the courtroom getting set up and going over the details of his case, but instead of grabbing a coffee at the shop across the street and combing over the case notes, you’ll be pressed to even get a couple hissed whispers out between you two before the judge steps up to the bench. 

You think about calling your client again, but that thought quickly evaporates when the sound of muffled heavy metal rumbles out of the gunmetal sedan that just pulled into the parking lot at around thirty miles an hour. You take a deep breath when he parks, already trying to talk yourself out of the bad mood you’re in.

In the back of your mind, you’re about eighty percent sure that there’s no way you’re leaving today without a guilty conviction. When Johnny steps out of the car, the cheap sunglasses obscuring his eyes do nothing to distract from the way he’s obviously hungover. He’s buttoning up his suit jacket from the middle button as he walks up the stone steps towards you, sliding his sunglasses into the breast pocket. 

“Don’t you look sharp,” you remark dryly when he’s close enough to lock eyes with you. You have to force down a shudder that threatens to ripple down your spine at the cocky grin that spreads over his face. 

You’re obviously being facetious. Johnny’s suit is two sizes too small for him—it looks like the last time he wore it was to his high school graduation and he’s grown at least a foot since then—and his shirt and pants are rumpled like he wore them to bed the night before. The scruff sprouting from his cheeks and chin also supports that notion; he’s still rubbing the sleep out of his eye when he walks up to you.

“‘N’ ye look—I wanna say exquisite, but we should probably keep it professional, huh?” 

He winks down at you and the twinkle in his eye infuriates you as much as it ingratiates you. You didn’t spend nearly ten years working your way through undergrad, law school, and years as a public defender to start preening at the attention of the first cute guy you’ve had to represent in your career. 

“I think we passed ‘professional’ after the seventh pass you made at me.”

“‘N’ it won’t be the last. Anyway, stop wasting time—let’s get this show on the road,” he says, side-stepping around you towards the court doors. “I’m not going to jail because someone wanted to flirt with me before my trial.” 

Your jaw drops. He acts like he isn't in this situation because he was accused of holding up a gas station six months ago. You think he’s about to brush past you until you feel a hand plant itself on the middle of your back and push you forward, making you almost stumble into the courthouse. 

“Anyway, we can pick up this conversation in the bog during the break if yer that hot for it,” he murmurs into your ear before you’re separated and searched upon entering the courthouse. Your cheeks do not—absolutely do not—heat up at his tone of voice. 

You’re right in that the two of you barely have any time to prepare. The prosecution is already set up at their table and even the court reporter and judge’s clerk are already present. You squirm at a side-eye from the other counsel, hurrying Johnny over to your table and spending the next ten minutes with your lips practically pressed against his ear.

All throughout the trial, he leans back in his chair and looks like the picture of a petulant child who’s been dragged along by his parent. If you could sink your head into your palms without immediately losing face in front of the judge, you would; all he had to do—and you’d reminded him this for weeks before the trial—was sit straight and not roll his eyes when the prosecution brought up their witnesses. He can’t even manage that.

Somehow though, miraculously almost—and in your defense, even Johnny looks shocked when the verdict is rendered—he’s not found guilty. You’re still a little shell shocked walking out of the courthouse, the sunlight making you squint and then a cup a hand around your eyes. 

He fits a big hand around your waist when you’re about to part ways with him, pulling you back into his chest. Your head whips up to stare at him, ignoring the clench in your belly when his fingers curl into your flesh and that same smug grin quirks up on his lips.

“Why don’t we go grab a drink to celebrate our win, hen?” he suggests. 

“I don’t grab drinks with clients,” you snap, trying to put some distance between you and him. 

Johnny leans down a bit more, always towering over you, until his face is so close that you almost go cross-eyed. “We dinnae have to go out then. We can just go back to my car. Ah can show you how much ah pure appreciate a’ ye did fer me.”

“I don’t need your thanks, I get paid for this—”

“Baby,” he murmurs, stressing the word out, and the moment suddenly feels cramped and intimate, despite the fact that you’re standing in the middle of a crowded parking lot. “Just let me eat ye out in th' backseat.”

You’re stunned for all of ten seconds before you try to glance inconspicuously around the parking lot. It doesn’t look like anyone’s paying attention. Johnny notices it at the same time as you and his smile goes devilish, teeth showing behind his lips. 

“Aye, ah ken that look. Come on—I ken a spot down th’ road where we can park.”

[cozage]

It's me again, feel free to ignore this if you're only taking 1 request per person

Congrats on 2k followers ♡

I would like to request, option 1, the reader asking "can I give you a kiss? If you don't like it, you can can return it" with Zoro, Sanji and Luffy (if you can also with Law, Ace and/or Kid)

Thank you in advance, hope you have a lovely day ♡

Nonsense! If you send it in and I like it, I'll write it! This was a fun request too :) I would've done them all if I had the time <3

Characters: gn reader x Zoro, Sanji, Luffy Total word count: 740

Returned Kisses

Zoro

“Zoro!” you sang, skipping across the deck. “I have a question.”

Zoro groaned. Your questions were never as simple as you initially made them out to be. 

“Can I give you a kiss?” you asked, your cheeks turning a cute rose color. “If you don’t like it, I can return it!”

Zoro scowled at you, trying to decipher your strange slew of words. “How do you return a kiss?” he asked. He set down the weights he had been using, trying not to sound too interested. 

“I guess you’ll just have to see!”

His eyes scanned the ship. There was nobody else around. And he had to admit, he was curious how your lips tasted. 

“Make it quick, then.” He sighed, trying to act as if he were apathetic to the whole idea, but his pinkened cheeks did not go overlooked. 

Your lips pressed against his, and he could taste a distinct sugary sweetness Normally he hated sweets, but he found it quite enjoyable upon your lips. 

When you finally pulled away, he quickly wetted his own lips with his tongue, desperate to get another taste. 

“I think I’ll return it,” he said, looking at you. 

“Oh.” Your shoulders slumped in defeat. “Not very good then, was-?”

He pushed his lips back against yours with a sort of desperation and hunger that you weren’t expecting, and your mouth fell open in surprise against his. He quickly pushed his tongue past your lips, hungry  for more of your sweetness. 

When he finally pulled away, he shot you a cocky smirk. “Maybe you should try again later. I might not return it next time.”

Sanji

“Sanji!” You opened the swinging door to the kitchen, searching for him. 

“Do you need something, my love?” he asked. “Whatever you want, I will gladly give you.”

“Great!” you smiled. “I was thinking I could give you something, though.”

“Me?” He looked around the room, trying to figure out what you meant. 

“Yeah! I was thinking I could give you a kiss,” you offered. “If you didn’t like it-Sanji!”

The poor cook had collapsed to the ground, sent into shock by your offer. He seemed to be mumbling and babbling words, but you couldn’t make them out. 

You knelt down next to him, pulling his head into your lap to make sure he was okay. 

“Oh, Y/N love,” he whispered, finally coming back to his senses. “I had this strange dream where you offered to kiss me.”

You laughed. “I did offer to kiss you.”

His eyes were suddenly clear now, and very focused on your lips. So you bent down and pressed them against his own. You could hear his breathing become shallow, but you steeled your nerves and stayed there for a moment before you pulled away. 

“If you don’t like it, you can return it,” you whispered. 

Sanji’s eyes were practically hearts as he stared up at you. “Can I still return it even if I did like it?”

You giggled, crinkling your nose as you laughed. “I suppose so.”

“Good!” He reached up and pulled you back down to him, keeping his lips pressed into yours until Luffy ran into the kitchen looking for more food. 

Luffy

“Luffy! Come here!” you called up to the captain. He was in his seat on the figurehead, like always. 

“You come here!” he yelled back. Rubber arms extended towards you and whipped you up next to him. “What’s up?”

“Can I give you a kiss?” you asked. “You can return it if-”

His lips smashed against yours, and you could feel his mouth stretching into a smile. You couldn’t help but smile too, your head foggy with giddiness at his willingness to say yes. 

He finally pulled away from you, his laugh filling the air around you. “That was nice.”

“I was supposed to give you a kiss, Luffy!” You were trying to scold him, but you couldnt wipe that stupid smile off your face. 

“Do you want to give me one?” he asked, his eyes lighting up. “You can give me another one!”

You leaned back into another kiss, his arms already wrapped around your neck. He was trying not to be too eager, but once your fingers tangled into his raven locks, he abandoned all common sense and worked to devour as much of you as he could get.

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3151 (chapter 37)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

I think we cooked 👀👀 (minors do not interact!!)

37. bad idea, right?

"Can I touch your face?" Matt asks, still not letting go of your hand. "I want to at least imagine what you look like." 

"Yes." You say softly, barely above whisper. Matt gently places his fingers on your cheeks, feeling your skin become hotter under his touch. You involuntarily close your eyes, enjoying the moment, while his fingertips ghost over your forehead, along your hairline, touching your eyebrows and your closed eyelids, feeling the slight twitching when your eyes move. Matt's skin is warm, he softly grazes his fingers along your cheekbones, your nose, feeling the light bump in the middle, as if you had broken it long time ago. You feel your breath hitch when his thumbs slide along your jawline, stopping on your chin to lift it up by an inch, and his thumb finally draws a line along your lips, barely touching, but you feel like you're already on the cloud nine. 

"So beautiful." He mutters, not hurrying to take his hands off your face, on the contrary, he slides his fingers in your hair, pulling out your hair tie and slowly massaging your scalp. You've never felt like this before. He wasn't doing much, yet that was the most intimate moment with someone in your whole life. Making yourself to open your eyelids, you see Matt leaning closer to you than before, holding his breath. He looked like he was restraining himself, as if he was holding back, or tried not to hold onto you with his whole weight. Lips slightly parted, his Adam's apple moving every time he swallowed his saliva - this was the hottest sight you've ever laid your eyes on.

It was a game. A game of who will break first. The desire to pull him in for a suffocating kiss was becoming unbearable, and Matt knew this too. He decided to tease a little longer, get you so desperate for him that you wouldn't be able to take another breath without feeling his lips on yours. You two have already shared a couple of heated kisses, but now, he knew that this one will be different, maybe even better than the previous ones. Matt's fingers gently slide down your neck, over the hem of your blouse, and stop where the cut-out ends. Teasingly, his fingers trace back along the hem of your blouse, and find their place on your jawline. "Kiss me, Matt." You say, feeling your body arching into his touch on its own.

He doesn't delay any longer, diving to meet your lips already at half of the distance than it was before. The kiss, although it was mainly tongues and teeth clashing together, took your breath away. Your fingers slipped on the back of his neck, pulling him closer into your chest. Matt complies, still holding his whole weigh on the back of the sofa, his knee painfully pressing into your thigh, leaving the skin red upon the contact. As much as you don't want to pull away, you still do, breathing heavily, watching a cocky smirk on Matt's lips. There was no denying that he was driving you insane, but the sight of his lips, almost red and bruised from the kiss, your  kiss, almost sent you over the edge.

"You taste like beer." He breathes out, licking his lower lip seductively. "And whiskey." Matt can't say anything else because you kiss him again, still with urgency and desire, clouding his senses and lighting up a fire inside his body. His hands run along your body, tug at your jacket and you push yourself up, unsticking your back from the sofa. Jacket down somewhere on the ground, you were feeling on fire. You wished to be out of your clothes as soon as possible, but Matt still wanted to get you so worked up that you wouldn't be able to think of anything else but him.

"Matt.." you whisper, breath hitching as he peppers kisses on your neck, his fingers pulling your blouse down at the end of the cut out, until he feels your bra underneath. His left hand is slowly caressing your skin just above your knee, controlling his strength, because otherwise, he would let his fingers dig into your soft flesh. If he could, he'd mark you as his.

"I wanted this for so long." He says, pulling away from your neck, his nostrils filled with your sweet perfume, fingers clumsily trying to unbutton your silver blouse. You try to find a better position without breaking your back sitting sideways, and end up pressed deeper into the sofa, now lying with Matt making himself comfortable between your legs. Your skirt has ridden so far up that it doesn't function as such anymore.

"Oh yeah? How long?" You say between kisses, now much more slower than before, somehow full of depth. You just couldn't get enough of his lips.

Matt is halfway through unbuttoning your blouse, when he pulls you by your legs closer to him. "Since our second court. When you won." Goosebumps cover your skin when his hand gently rubs your bare thigh, sliding up further than before.

"Really?" You grab the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer, yet not close enough for your lips to touch, and start unbuttoning his shirt. "I thought you were weeping when you got home."

A smirk appears on Matt's face, "You were good, but not that  good."

"Cocky bastard." Your fingers quickly work out his buttons and soon Matt feels a light breeze dance on his stomach, your cold fingers touch his chest and abs. "Ripped cocky bastard."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Matt leans forward, suddenly thrusting his hips into yours, and you feel a moan leave your mouth.

"I got a nice reward for that case." You close your eyes when Matt dives to kiss your neck again, lips making their way to your breasts. "Hogarth gave me my office the same day."

"Really?" He asks between kisses, licking a stripe on your neck up till your jaw, hands finally opening your blouse and pushing it off your shoulders.

"Yeah. Somehow that month you were our number one enemies." You remain in a sitting position, still trapped between Matt's hips. 

"I honestly refuse to believe that." He hums lowly when you sit in his lap, pushing him into the back of the sofa and kissing his neck. Matt's hands find their place on your lower back, not so discreetly pushing you further into him.

"Hogarth and Benowitz were fuming everytime we got to know that you are on the opposing side." You arch your back when Matt starts unzipping your skirt. 

"Ha," he breathes out half of laugh when your hips start grinding on his, hands resting on his shoulders. "I'm a very good lawyer then."

"Don't forget..." You lean closer, lips touching his earlobe, "I've won more times than you." Matt's breath hitches when your hand slides between your pressed bodies, and touches his hard on. 

"Y/n-" His body chases your touch, giving you control, and you make work of his belt, hurrying to unzip his pants before he takes the reigns again. "Let me just-"

"Matt, shut up." You push him into the sofa using minimum strength, your tongue invading his mouth and he misses the moment your hands free him from his trousers and you begin grinding on him again, underwear providing at least a half of pleasure that you'd want. "I wanted this since we went to Josie's the first time." Breathing heavily, you bite your lip to prevent another moan from leaving your mouth, instead, Matt takes his turn and a filthy groan leaves his mouth, the sound going straight to your core. "You were so desperate to talk about the case, I was sure it was more than that."

Matt smirks, swiftly laying you down, so now he was in control again. You try to shimmy out of your skirt while Matt rips the shirt off his body and throws it somewhere behind the sofa. His hands stop yours and he finishes the job for you. "Well, Miss y/l/n, you weren't wrong. I wanted to have you all for myself that evening."

"You have me now." You gasp and immediately grab his arm when he brushes his fingers on your panties, feeling how wet you got from his touch. Matt continues his actions a few more times, until he pulls your panties to the side and you almost cum from the sight of him licking his ring and middle fingers, surely enough already tasting you, but then he slowly pushes them inside you, making you gasp loudly at this new feeling. His eyebrows knit together, feeling how tightly your pussy was squeezing his fingers, almost throbbing at the contact. You try to lean on your elbows, try to watch how his fingers disappear inside of you, making your muscles tense and mind race ten times faster. Your hips chase his fingers when he pulls them out, quickly unclasping your bra with his free hand and his fingers, that had just been inside of you, still wet, harshly brush on your breast, trapping your nipple in the middle. Without any warning, Matt dives in, sucking the wet nipple. You moan again, trying your best to keep your mind in place. Being drunk and horny wasn't the best combination, especially when you were lying under the man you desired for a long time. "I need you... in me." You breathe out, and Matt pulls away, leaving your nipple and you waiting for more.

"You sure?" He asks, so painfully hard, that he had to restrain himself from ripping your panties out of his way.

"Yes, Matt, yes." 

He jumps out of bed, getting out of his pants as quick as possible, and while you get rid of your panties, you notice him taking out a condom out of his pocket. How long has he been carrying that? Your question remains unanswered when Matt returns to the previous spot, now both fully naked in front of each other, and the anticipation is almost driving you over the edge. With burning eyes, you watch him stroke himself a couple of times before pulling on the condom. You know that he wants to ask something again, you can feel the question hanging in the air, but you decide to speed things up and when the tip of his penis brushes on your folds and stops right at the entrance of your vagina, you push him all the way into you with your heels, and the mutual groan sends shockwaves through your body. You felt so full at this moment, trying to savour the feeling of your bodies finally connected.

"So tight..." Matt  grits out through his teeth, "...so good." He finally starts moving, at first, agonizingly slow, but quickly picking up a pace. You only manage to grab his back, letting your nails to dig into the muscles, as well as push him closer to you, clashing your lips together, because finally, he left you speechless.

The pace that Matt finally has set was already making you see stars. You two were panting like you've just ran a marathon, and you were pretty sure that his neighbours will file a noise complaint from the way you couldn't stop the sounds from leaving your mouth. Matt burried his head deep into your neck, biting your shoulder slightly, but sure that it would leave a mark. Everything about this moment was so filthy yet so sacred for him, and even if he felt that he was still a little bit tipsy, the alcohol didn't have the same effect on him that you did. He couldn't remember the last time it felt so good to have sex with someone, let alone enjoy their company, but with you it was different. Your nails, painfully digging into his back, your short breaths that were leaving your mouth every time he pushed himself into you, and the moans of his name, muttered into his ear - everything combined almost made him cum as fast a virgin.

"Matt, I'm so close." You whisper, eyes tightly closed, losing control over your body, when you feel Matt quickening the pace, although the movements of his hips were becoming sloppier and sloppier with each thrust.

He pulls away from your shoulder, resting his forehead on yours, his hot breath mixing with yours, and you arch your back into him again, when Matt slides his hand between your bodies, his fingers frantically rubbing your clit and you feel yourself getting lost in the moment, orgasm overtaking your body, legs shaking with force you didn't know you could experience.

Matt groans loudly, whispering your name like a mantra when, shaken by the orgasm, you squeeze him tightly, and he cums in the condom, still inside you.

"Matt, fuck." You manage to say while he continues to move inside, fucking you through both of your orgasms.

He lets his body fall onto yours, pulling out, and you hiss at the loss of contact, only now feeling how oversensitive you've just become. "Am I squeezing you?" Matt asks, lifting his head from your chest, and gently brushing the hair off your forehead. Only now you notice how sweaty you were, hair sticking to your forehead. Matt's stubble brushes on your cleavage, creating an itchy spot.

"No." You exhale, hugging him close to your body, and you can't stop yourself from kissing his face, his cheeks and his full pink lips. You just couldn't get enough of him.

I don't want this to end. That's what he wanted to say, to scream at the top of his lungs, yet only a soft hum left his lips. "Stay?" He suddenly asks, and you feel your legs giving up, somehow this being more intimate than what you just did minutes ago.

"You sure?" You ask, slowly grazing your fingers on his bicep.

"Yeah. You can sleep in my bed." His nose  makes circles on your chest, along with short pecks from time to time.

"Are you gonna be there too?" You laugh slightly, pulling him in for another slow kiss.

"Wouldn't miss this chance." Matt smiles, making your heart swell at the sight of his disheveled hair and a lazy look on his face.

***

You stay the night, waking up when the early morning light breaks through the window of Matt's bedroom. First, you feel your head pounding, as if someone was continuously smashing plates beside your ear. The feeling makes you want to groan loudly, but the arm draped over your stomach prevents you from making any sound. Without turning your body, you look at Matt, sleeping beside you peacefully. He looked so handsome when he wasn't worrying about anything. Then it finally dawns on you - you had sex with Matt. And hell, it was so good...

You find your phone under the pillow, looking at the time. Almost seven. Unconsciously, your hands open messages and in a blink, you're already texting Pug.

You: oh my god

You: shit. We had sex

Pug texts back almost immediately, sending a couple of messages at the same time.

Pug: what? Who's we??

You: Matt and I

Pug: The Matt? Your boss?

You don't answer right away and almost drop your phone on your face when Pug starts calling, only managing to turn off the sound without waking up Matt.

You: DUDE

You: Im at his apt!!

Pug: oH. Well shit, you two finally got laid

You: what you mean by finally??

Pug: cmon we both know it had to happen sooner or later. But wait how did it happen?

You: im so hungover now.

You: long story. Maybe when we meet ill tell

Pug: hey not fair! He's still sleeping?

You steal another glance at Matt, but then he presses you into him, nuzzling his nose into your neck, almost making you shiver. Stilling again, you text Pug back.

You: yeah, don't think any other guy has cuddled me like that in the morning

Pug: cuddling? When's the wedding?

You: shut up ����

Pug: but in all seriousness now... How good was he?

You: you wouldn't believe if I told you

You: anyways, why are you up so early?

Pug: going to the courtroom in 2 hrs

You: you didnt tell me you had a case

Pug: you didn't ask

You: dick. Good luck

Pug: thanks, shorty 💚

You drop your phone beside your head, exhaling loudly. Matt stirs next to you, placing a kiss on your shoulder. "Morning." He mumbles, bringing your bodies even closer together.

"Morning, handsome." You turn around to look at him.

Matt smiles lazily, gently rubbing your arm, "what time is it?"

"Seven." You close your eyes again, enjoying this closeness and warmth. "We should get up." You say reluctantly, "I still have to go home to get changed."

"I'm sure you look good in my shirt." He replies, hands slipping under the material of his shirt to touch your stomach teasingly.

"As soft as it is, I'm afraid that it doesn't cover my ass." You stop his hand roaming on your skin.

"Everyone should know about your ass." He says in your hair, his hot breath causing you to shiver.

"Objection. Everyone should know about your ass."

"I'm sensing an obsession."

"I'm sensing that we should get going." You kiss him on the lips, quickly pulling away before he traps you again. "I still have to call for a taxi and get changed, and somehow retrieve my car from the bar."

"Can I tag along?" He asks, sitting on the bed when you leave his side.

"I think it would be too suspicious for Karen, especially since we left Josie's together." You say loudly, already putting on your clothes that were scattered on the floor of his living room.

"I don't care." He says, standing in the doorway of his bedroom.

"Matt... Don't be sad. We'll meet in a couple of hours." You hurry to kiss him goodbye, feeling how he presses your body into his, and much to your surprise, he zips up your skirt, kissing your temple.

"I can't wait." He says, listening to your hurried steps downstairs, already missing your presence in his apartment.

Matt was glad that you slept so peacefully the whole night and didn't even notice him leaving in the middle of the night. He had to leave, he had to find that junkie who killed Elena and he had to beat the shit out of him, because he deserved to die at least, eye for an eye, but it wasn't Matt, so of course, he was left severely guilty and bleeding. That's the minimum of the punishment that he deserved.

Reluctantly, but with a smile on his lips, Matt pulls himself away from the doorway and goes into the shower, turning on the cold water.

[lixiesfreckless]

Punch It | l. m.

➸ synopsis: there’s an unexpected opening for the leader position of Changbin’s street racing gang club. Naturally, Minho steps up, ready to fill in the role.

He didn’t expect anyone to challenge him, though.

➸ starring: lee minho x female reader(ft. idols from jypnation)

➸ word count: 5.1k

➸ general content: streetracer!minho, actual street racing, the reader and Minho are both too cocky for their own good, rivals to something more, unacknowledged sexual tension

➸ warnings: mild swearing, briefly mentioned alcohol consumption, reckless driving(it is street racing after all)

➸ rating: teen+

➸ author’s note: this is the first fic I posted that made me feel accomplished as a writer. at the time it was the longest thing I had ever written, and I wrote 4k of it in one day; something that was unheard of for me previously. I want this fic here as a reminder as to how far I’ve come as a writer. this was originally posted in 2021, though, so please understand that it is not up to par with my recent works.

♫ this fic has a soundtrack! you don’t need to listen to it while reading(especially if the lyrics will bother you), but dude. the vibes. the speed. we are breaking traffic laws in style.

yes, it’s meant to be listened to in that order. shuffling it will result in Minho cramming you into an air fryer for 20 minutes at 180 degrees.

♫- Sin City

“A shot of hard liquor please, skip the ice,” Changbin told the bartender, pointing towards his favorite brown bottle behind the counter. 

“Woah woah woah- what about our rule?” Hyunjin said, raising an eyebrow while putting a hand on the older man’s shoulder.

“Yes I know the rule; I was the one who made it,” Changbin scoffed, swatting Hyunjin’s hand away. You guys may break a lot of rules on the daily, but catching a DUI? That was out of the question. Which is why this particular club was used for group meetups and pit stops only; touch a drop of alcohol and you won’t be getting back behind your steering wheel.

Changbin turned to face everyone, sitting at the curved bar with questioning looks on their faces.

“Which I guess brings me to the reason why I called for us to meet today,” he sighed, watching how the rest of the crew glanced between each other nervously. Everyone had been sort of tense upon arrival, since this was a Thursday night instead of their usual Friday meetups.

“I'm stepping down as leader.”

“WHAT?!” was the collective reaction of all twelve members, some slamming their palms on the counter as they abruptly stood up.

“Okay so you don’t need any liquor, clearly you’re already drunk,” Minho rolled his eyes, swirling the ice around in a glass of water on the bar counter.

“Oh I’m sober,” he sighed, taking his keys and wallet out of his pocket, and you could see the color drain from Minho’s face as he realized that this wasn’t some sick joke.

“But why,” Hyunjin piped up, playing with his driving gloves. “You’re the best leader we’ve had since I joined the gang.” 

Everyone nodded in agreement; out of everyone that was there Hyunjin had been in the gang the longest, he would know better than anyone else.

Changbin was silent for a moment before he opened his wallet, taking out a small shiny Polaroid.

He slid it across the counter so the group could get a good look at it.

At the bottom, the name “Seo Chun Ja” was written hastily in black ink, along with a date that couldn’t have been more than a week ago.

In the photo was a woman that you had known by now to be his wife, but she was holding something in her arms on the hospital bed.

A baby girl.

Donning a knitted pink cap with yellow flowers, the child couldn’t have been bigger than Changbin’s forearm as she rested in her mother’s arms. 

It only took a couple of seconds for everyone to register what was going on.

“You’re…you’re a father?!” You squealed, leaning farther over the counter to see the bundle of joy in his wife’s arms. You weren’t the only one surprised; Changbin preferred to keep his personal life private, and the only indication that most people had that he was even married was from the gold band on his left ring finger. He smiled fondly at the photograph before nodding, and took the photo back into his fingertips.

“How old is she?” Someone chimed from the other end of the group.

“Three days? Or maybe four,” he chuckled, sliding the photo back into his wallet. “I don’t know, I haven’t gotten much sleep since she made her grand entrance into the world.”

“Does she cry a lot?” Hyunjin asked.

“Yeah.”

“Yup, she’s a Seo alright,” Minho chuckled, raising his eyebrows before taking another sip of his water. Changbin yelled in annoyance as Hyunjin high fived the older boy, cackling wildly.

Congrats and thanks were shared across the bar for another minute before everyone slowly fell silent, taking in the gravity of the situation as the bass thrummed through the room.

“So…does this mean you’re not going to race anymore?” You said quietly, looking up at Changbin. He squinted his eyes before taking a deep breath.

“No, I’m not going to stop racing,” he started, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “I just don’t have the time for our weekly meetups, not until little Chun Ja can sleep through the night.” You nodded in understanding; racing while sleep deprived would be taking the fast track to heaven.

“And I mean…not that what we do is entirely life threatening, but the wifey is a bit worried that me barreling down the highway at 100 mph isn’t exactly keeping the family’s best interests at heart,” he chuckled nervously, taking the glass that the bartender slid to him and downing it in one go. “I’ll show up every once in a while though.”

“So who’s gonna be the next leader then?” Minho asked, finally putting his glass down.

Changbin threw the keys he had in his other hand towards the middle of the counter, and everyone’s eyes went wide.

Those were the keys to his favorite car, a sleek black 1993 Toyota MR2.

“Changbin, you drove that car here,” Hyunjin said, crossing his arms and tilting his head. “Who’s going to drive you home?”

“You will,” he grinned, and the tall boy slapped a hand to his forehead and groaned.

“I take back what I said about you being the best leader-”

“Shut it, pretty boy.”

“What do you even want us to do with those?” Yeji piped up, your favorite driving partner by far. Her hair was braided into one long platinum tail down her back, and although she used to race motocross, she picked up street racing because those types of bikes weren’t allowed on city roads.

Changbin cleared his throat.

“Since I’m not going to be racing all that frequently, I would hate to see my baby be locked up in a garage to rust away with my other SUVs, so…” he pushed the keys forward with his finger a bit more, “whoever thinks they’re the best driver, after me of course,” he snickered, and you could hear someone snort behind you. “Stand up and take the keys.”

Hyunjin and Minho stood up, but after glancing at Minho, Hyunjin sat back down, to which Minho chuckled to himself.

What Minho wasn’t expecting however, was for you to stand up too.

He stared at you in mild disbelief before looking away and scoffing.

“You’re kidding right?” He said, raising an eyebrow. You folded your arms, taking a defensive stance.

“I’m standing, aren’t I?”

Hyunjin took a sip of his virgin Shirley Temple and side eyed Yeji, who had the same mischievous look on her face.

“I test drove race cars for four years!”

“So?” Yeji chuckled, keeping her attitude at bay while fixing her gloves. “Y/n’s good. Like really good.”

“But doesn’t experience matter more-”

“Alright alright, calm down,” Changbin said, waving his hands while he grabbed the keys. He then swiftly tossed them to Minho, whose face lit up, then quickly fell after seeing Changbin shake his head.

“You know how we settle things around here, don’t you?”

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The car rolled to a stop in between two streetlights, stopping at an intersection of an alleyway and a back road on the edges of the city. Minho leaned back in his seat, beginning to roll up the sleeves of his white button down shirt as you pulled up a stopwatch on your phone.

“And out of all the tracks we like to race,” he huffed, glancing at you, “why did you pick the track that I hold the fastest time for?”

“Simple,” you said quietly, propping your phone up on a vent clip.

“That way when I beat you, the look on your face will be priceless.”

His jaw dropped at your confidence, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t find it the slightest bit attractive.

“Everyone’s tried to beat my record, even Changbin-”

“Not me,” you quipped.

“So you’re just gonna claim that you can right off the bat?” He scoffed, pulling the strap tight on his gloves.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“You’re-”

“Are you gonna drive or are we gonna sit here and bicker all night?” You cut him off, leaning towards him in your seat. “Because I can do both, but I’m sure the gang would love to know who won the race and not our argument-”

“Okay okay, sheesh,” he said, readjusting himself in the seat and taking the car out of park.

The rules were simple. One lap around downtown on the usual track, no shortcuts, no shenanigans, and no cheating of any kind, such as distracting the driver. It was late enough as is so there would be no pedestrians or traffic, not that this part of town was particularly busy at any time of day. The track took a little more than a minute if you were an experienced street racer, but for Minho, his time to beat was fifty-six seconds.

“Start the clock whenever you’re ready,” he mumbled, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift. He was mad, you could tell. You found that hot, which you hoped he couldn’t tell.

“Three-”

He trained his eyes on the road.

“Two-”

He revved the engine twice. The little show off.

“One-”

He clicked the car into first gear, and you barely registered yourself pressing the start button and yelling “GO!” before the blaring sound of the engine roaring to life filled your eardrums. 

You were both pressed into the back of your seats as the car zoomed forward, turning the small dots of light in the streets into streaks while the black rocket whizzed by.

A sly grin grew on his face as he upshifted twice, and after a few seconds he was well over the speed limit, not that any police officers lingered around this side of the city.

He knew this road like the back of his hand. Every pothole, every crack, anything that would slow him down he knew just how to avoid it. Even when he approached sharp turns, he knew just when he had to start downshifting, and even that was seamless.

Calculated.

Precise.

Completely and utterly predictable.

Everything he is and everything you aren’t.

He rounded a corner perfectly and kept shifting gears until he was tearing down the now not-so-quiet street at 70 mph, tapping on the clutch as if he was trying to match the beat of a song. At this speed, he was going to beat his previous record out of spite.

Outside of the constant roar of the engine, things were dead silent inside the car. Minho was too busy concentrating on the road to speak, and you were analyzing his every move, not that there was much to analyze. He never made any mistakes.

Which is why when he zoomed by the starting streetlights with a record time of fifty-four seconds, you were anything but surprised.

“What’s my time?” He huffed, relaxing into the seat as his chest heaved.

“Fifty-four seconds.”

A pleased grin made its way onto his face before replacing itself with a smug smirk, Minho tilting his head as he turned the car off.

“I’m the best you’ve ever seen, admit it.”

“No thanks,” you replied, unlocking the door and stepping out of the car. “I’ve looked in a mirror before.”

Your heels clicked around the front of the car as Minho got out, shaking his head while he held the door open. Stopping in front of the open door, you nodded your head to tell him to get to the other side of the car so you two could get this over with, but he just looked down at the seat and back at you, waiting for you to step in. You reluctantly sat down and he closed the door behind you before walking across the front.

So he is a gentleman, you thought to yourself while pulling the Velcro on your gloves.

And a handsome one at that, was a thought that you quickly shooed away, not liking how your eyes admired the way the streetlights hit his face for a split second before he got back in the car.

You both buckled your seat belts and he cleared the timer on your phone, opening a fresh stopwatch log and waiting for you to look at him.

But you didn’t, you only tapped impatiently on the steering wheel with a manicured nail.

After a few seconds of tense silence you spoke up.

“What are you waiting for?” You gave him an annoyed side eye.

“Aren’t you going to tell me when to go?”

“Okay, go.”

“What-”

“Go!”

You switched the car out of park and straight into first gear, making him shriek and start the timer while you snickered. The car barreled down the street, picking up fallen leaves and rattling trash cans with the engine alone.

You reached over to your left side and pressed a button, lowering all of the windows in the car at once, and Minho looked at you in disbelief.

“Do you not care about the drag you’re gonna get from that?” He yelled over the roaring wind.

“Not one bit.” You grinned, fixing the rear view mirror with your right hand.

It was at this point that Minho realized that he had never been in a car while you were behind the wheel, and his hand instinctively held on to an interior handle while you upshifted again. His heartbeat started to pick up as he noticed that you didn’t downshift, in fact whereas he usually would be two gears lower by now, you upshifted again and he held the handle tighter.

“Y/n,” he began calmly, looking at the speedometer, “do you see that turn up ahead?”

“Uh huh,” you yelled, holding the steering wheel with both hands now.

“Are you not going to slow down?!” He suddenly yelled, frightened at the calmness in your voice.

“Why would I do that-”

“To keep us ALIVE?!” He screamed, grabbing onto the middle console. “Because that’s how you handle turns?!”

You quickly looked behind you before pushing yourself far back into the seat, pressing your heeled foot a little bit further onto the acceleration pedal.

“This is how you handle a turn.”

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as you spun the wheel to the left just before you hit the corner, and you and Minho were suddenly pressed into the right sides of your seats, the centrifugal forces taking over the black vehicle. The wind whistled through Minho’s window as the sound of tires skidding along the pavement filled the street, and just as he got a grasp as to what was happening, you spun the wheel the other way, realigning the car with the road ahead before you slammed on the acceleration.

And that’s when it hit him.

You were a drift racer.

And you didn’t slow down at all that entire turn.

You screamed in delight, almost as loud as the engine did as you tore up the street, the car swerving left and right as you drifted around nearly every corner, barely pausing to downshift or brake at all. You kept your mischievous eyes on the road, both hands on the wheel, and your foot on the acceleration the whole time.

Minho, in a panic, glanced at the stop watch after you shredded your way through a hairpin turn.

Thirty-eight seconds.

Oh my god, she’s going to beat me.

The final turn of the course approached quickly, thanks to your apparent resentment to using the brakes, and Minho started to grip the center console again, but instead of drifting around it like you usually did, you held onto the gear shift, pulling it towards you in succession just like he did when he drove. You shot him a wink before you rounded the corner, and his heart raced, but no longer out of fear.

The starting streetlight shot by you and you didn’t even bother to slow down, glancing at the stop watch to see that it read forty-seven seconds before taking the route that led to the highway.

“Where are we going?” He yelled, frantically putting his window back up, and you followed suit.

“Back to the club, silly,” you responded, before upshifting one last time.

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You pulled the life out of the car with a twist of the keys, killing the engine before turning it over in your hands. The once shiny Toyota symbol was now faded to a dull gray, and many of the markings for the lock buttons were missing.

“Why...why didn’t you drift on the last turn?” Minho finally spoke up, looking at you while his chin rested in his palm. “You would have gotten a faster time-”

“I don’t care about records Minho,” you stated, undoing the Velcro on your gloves. “I already knew I was going to beat you, that was just to show off.”

You swiftly unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car, stepping into the parking lot which was mostly empty by now, and he slowly did the same. He was still mostly in shock, lacking comebacks and sass just because he couldn’t process that he had lost. 

Walking across the front of the car, Minho approached you with a hand outstretched, wanting to keep good sportsmanship despite his colossal defeat. You gladly accepted it, closing your hand around the keys you were twirling and offering it to firmly shake hands with him.

“They’ll have a good leader,” he said, nodding his head slightly.

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” you replied, before taking his hand and pressing it to his chest.

The keys to Changbin’s car fell into his hands as he looked between you and them, confused.

“But...you won,” he whispered, turning the key over in his hands.

“Damn right I did,” you chuckled, “but I don’t really want to be the leader, and besides, his car doesn’t have a Bluetooth radio, and I don’t feel like switching it out.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in shock, trying to come up with a response.

“So what do I tell them then?”

“Whatever you want Lee, I don’t care,” you said, stepping closer to him. His breath caught in his throat as you paused, looked him up and down, then straight into his eyes.

“You can tell them I lost, but we both know who the fastest racer in this city really is.”

And with that, you spun on your heels, walking towards your car as Minho stood there, dumbfounded.

“You’re going home?”

“Yeah,” you called back to him, “I’ve had enough excitement for one night.” Your heels clicked away at the pavement and Minho couldn’t help but watch, trying to make sense of the strange whirlwind of emotions in his stomach.

“Oh and uh...a word of advice,” you laughed, turning back to look at him, “you’d be a lot more enjoyable without that pole up your ass.”

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“Sheesh,” Hyunjin swooned, trailing his fingers over the black exterior of the vehicle, assessing its every curve. “This car is sexy.”

Minho sat on a bench on the curb, trying to let the bass from inside the club soothe his mind as he held his head in between his hands. 

“Ugh and it even matches my hair- if I had this car, I’d never bleach my hair again,” he sighed dreamily, adjusting a rear view mirror so he could look at himself. “Imagine showing up to parties in this baby, and-”

Hyunjin paused, narrowing his eyes at his best friend on the bench, who had barely said a word since he walked into the club and declared himself as the new leader. 

“-and why do I get the feeling that I’m more excited about this car than you?” He said, trading his grin out for a concerned pout as he joined Minho on the bench.

“Because...I don’t deserve it,” Minho said slowly, staring at the license plate.

“Are you kidding?” Hyunjin scoffed, looking at the other in disbelief. “You’re the best racer that I know! Of course you deserve it, you wo-”

“She won.”

Hyunjin tilted his head, letting a small nervous chuckle escape his lips.

“What?”

“Seven seconds Hyunjin,” he began, standing up and rubbing his face with his hands. “That’s how much she beat me by.”

Hyunjin’s face went pale.

“That’s...that’s impossible,” the taller boy whispered to himself, and Minho laughed bitterly at that statement, reminding him of what he had thought earlier that night.

“Not for a drift racer, apparently!”

Minho turned around, facing the other who had shock written all over his face.

“Have you seen that woman drive?!” He practically yelled, and Hyunjin stopped to think.

“Come to think of it, no,” he realized, looking up at his friend. “She’s always helping Yeji learn the ropes when we go on our group drives, so they carpool-”

“Well you should watch her drive,” he continued, more hysterical laughter spilling from Minho’s lips, “she’s reckless, and she doesn’t slow down, and she drifts around every corner, and she drives with the goddamn windows down, and in the last hour she’s made me question everything I ever knew about street racing!” He paused to take a deep breath.

“I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“She’s that good?”

“God, she’s incredible,” he confessed, leaning against the side of the car. “And she could have lowered her time too; at the last corner of the race she downshifted almost perfectly, and didn’t drift because ‘that was just to show off.’”

Hyunjin started laughing, for it wasn’t often that he got to see Minho all riled up about something...or someone.

“Never,” Minho spat, “never in my eight years of driving have I ever met anyone with the audacity to-”

“Minho! Minho Minho Minho,” Hyunjin chuckled, getting up off the bench to stand in front of a wide-eyed Minho, placing his hands on his shoulders. 

“Hey,” he gave him a knowing smile, “it’s okay to have a crush-”

“Yah! Does everyone have to be drunk these days?” He yelled, pushing the younger one off of him as he opened the car door to get in. Hyunjin collapsed to the ground, lost in a fit of giggles among the asphalt.

“Call me when you want to talk about your feelings,” he swooned, erupting into laughter again before Minho slammed the door, shaking his head.

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The highway seemed awfully quiet as Minho zoomed along the shoulder, watching the street lights flicker through the car like a broken headlight as he let his mind wander. This night had taken more turns than the Le Mans race track, and he was way overdue for some sleep.

He sighed, looking through the windshield, and as he shifted his vision he noticed something amiss on one of the vents.

You had left your phone.

You must have forgotten to put it back in your bag, and Minho cursed at himself for forgetting to take it out and give it to you.

Then again, he was apparently desperately needing driving lessons, specifically the ones where you learn to drift.

Minho slowed down, coming to a stop at a red light as he pondered his decision. He knew where your house was, and knowing you, you’d still be awake, thanks to the countless times he had muted your endless chatting with Yeji in the group chat. 

He was definitely too arrogant earlier. Would you even be willing to accept an apology or give him a second chance?

The light in the left lane flickered to green, letting an absolute lack of drivers make left turns and U-turns back into town, and Minho’s grip on the steering wheel tightened once again.

To hell with this.

He slammed on the acceleration, crossing the three empty lanes between the shoulder and the left turn lane before making a U-Turn, and nothing had felt more right than when he grinned and shifted the car into second gear.

Only one thing left to do now I guess, he thought to himself.

Punch it.

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“You should have seen the look on his face,” you practically squealed, kicking your legs up off the couch while trying not to spill your glass of wine. “The man was going to pee himself!”

“I know I nearly did the first time I rode with you,” Yeji chuckled, unscrewing the oil cap with a click. “H-Hey, I got it to come off!”

“Good!” You sat up on the couch, suddenly focused. “The oil is coming out black right?”

“Yeah...it’s kinda gross,” she drawled.

“Make sure you empty it all the way-”

Your train of thought was broken by the low rumble of a familiar engine on your street, slowly pulling into your driveway. You squinted your eyes in concentration, trying to identify who was at your house at this hour as Yeji confusedly called your name through the landline.

“Yeji? Are you going to be up for a while?” You said suddenly, holding the receiver up to your face again.

“Yeah...I have a couple more things to fix,” she said, and you heard the sound of a wrench clattering to the floor through the receiver. “Why?”

“I think Minho is at my house.”

“Ooooooooh-”

“Shut up, I’ll be right back,” you laughed, and then swiftly hung up, just in case this took longer than you expected.

You walked up to one of the windows near the driveway, lifting up one of the blinds to see if your suspicions were correct, and they were; Minho got out of his new car, shoving the keys into his pockets before closing the door behind him.

One glance into a mirror and you realized the absurdity of this situation.

You had quickly ridden yourself of the glittery makeup and cute outfit in favor of pajamas as soon as you got home, and here he was walking up to your door, still looking as sharp as he did earlier that night.

Good thing you didn’t care what he thought of you.

Mostly.

A hand through the hair would have to suffice for now.

He stepped up to your door, contemplating whether a knock or doorbell ring would be better, but you quickly erased both options, opening the door as soon as he stood on the welcome mat.

“I knew you’d be back but…” you looked him over and smiled, “...not this soon.”

He only responded with a light chuckle before pulling your phone out of his dark wash jeans.

“I wasn’t planning on being here like this but this was left in my car,” he said, holding it up to his face. “Figured you’d want it.”

You hummed, nodding in thanks and quirking an eyebrow.

“But…?”

“But what?” He laughed nervously.

“But no man in their right mind would drive to some chick’s house just to give her something that could have waited until the next morning,” you tilted your head in amusement and swirled the wine in your glass. “Unless you’ve come to apologize.”

“For?”

“Um, underestimating me?”

“Oh yeah, that,” more nervous laughter fell from his lips. “Sorry about that.”

“And the arrogance.”

“And the arrogance,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Cool. So now that that’s out of the way,” you whispered, putting your glass on a table inside near the door, closing the door behind you and leaning against it, “why are you really here?”

His eyes widened, clearly not prepared for you to have read him so easily.

“I…” his hands fumbled with the edges of his rolled up sleeves as he tried to get his thoughts together. After a few seconds of silence he dropped the act, relinquishing his cool demeanor.

“Back there, when you were driving,” a slow look of astonishment spread across his face, “how did you do that?”

“Do what? Drift?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to be a drift racer?”

“Not necessarily,” he explained, “it's just...we should have flipped over- I don’t get how you did that.”

“All I did was let the weight of the vehicle drive the car instead of me,” you said, nodding towards the hunk of metal on your driveway. “If you’re driving fast enough, turning sharply will make the car drift; the back wheels will try to swing to the front and centrifugal force and whatnot.”

Minho visibly winced.

“To put it simply, it’s about controlling a lack of control.”

“How is that safe?” 

“It’s not,” you laughed, then turned serious. “Not that anything we do is safe.” He just blinked at you, trying to process what he was supposed to do with this information.

“Minho, on average, how much do you lower your record every time you attempt to beat it?”

“Uh,” he squinted his eyes. “I don’t know, like a half second maybe? Why?”

“You do the same thing every time don’t you?”

“Why does that sound like a bad thing coming from you?” He chuckled nervously, shifting on his feet.

“Well then it’s no wonder how I beat your record so easily,” you cackled, “you’ve basically optimized your route; to you, nobody can beat it, because nobody is going to try anything different.”

“Where are you going with this?” He tilted his head, assuming a defensive stance.

“You can’t get better unless you try something new.” You deadpanned, looking him straight in the eyes. “In other words, you can't beat me until you quit being so scared.”

“I’m not scared!” He retorted.

“You basically tried to become Mariah Carey when I drove!”

He opened his mouth to snap back, then for his own safety, decided not to.

“Look, I get it,” you said quietly, “losing control in a car while you spin in a metal box isn’t everyone’s idea of fun-”

“Not when you put it like that-”

“But,” you chuckled, and the sparkle in his eyes returned, “because I know how this is going to keep you up tonight-”

“I’ll sleep just fine, thank you,” he laughed, folding his arms.

“I’ll give you one tip, for free.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Loosen up,” you said, giving him a light shove, and he stumbled backwards slightly. “Otherwise you’ll be stuck at fifty-four seconds.”

He just watched you turn to leave before you added, “I’ll be at the giant abandoned parking lot past downtown tomorrow night with Yeji, in case you want a lesson or something.” And with that you stepped behind your door, flashing him a smile before closing the door.

Minho stood there, blinking hard and trying to regulate the erratic beating of his heart before you opened the door again, giving him a strange look.

You pointed at him and raised an eyebrow, and he looked down to where your finger was pointed.

“Oh, right,” he chuckled, handing you your phone and you laughed, taking the device from him.

“Goodnight Minho,” you whispered before closing the door again, not giving him time to respond.

Your ability to make him speechless was getting out of hand.

Something tells me I’m supposed to get used to this…

“...goodnight.”

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Punch It

a lixiesfreckles_ production

cast(in order of appearance)

Seo Changbin as the only one with a life

Hwang Hyunjin as the drama

Lee Minho as the obvious choice

Hwang Yeji as the best friend

in memory of my old self. you had no idea what you'd be capable of one day.

do not copy or repost. all rights reserved.

[zaynes-ocs]

Day 10: Personality

So I wasnt fully sure what to really do for this one so i guess i’ll just run through a bunch of my dnd guys and talk about how they are a lil bit!~ :D

Milo Thatcher

Milo is cocky in a “mysterious bastard” kind of way. Hes got a sort of lazy grin with eyes too wild for how calm he seems. Its almost lke he’s always holding in a laugh, especially when he greets people with his hand outstretched. Hes a bit of a prankster, and thanks to the constant mild electrical field around him, he cant touch people without firat giving then an involuntary static shock, so he plays it like one of those prank hand buzzers, he finds it utterly hilarious. With his hometown gone and him having to be on the run for the murders hes committed, hes grown to be a very laid back guy that goes with whatever happens. He likes to live in the present and not dwell much on the past nor future, though hes haunted and chased by his past so it never truly goes away from him. He’s DEFINITELY bottling up a majority of his feelings and he snaps pretty easily, hence the trail of bodies, though not all were the cause of him snapping. Ever since his execution, he has been a different person entirely. The electricial current rewired his frontal lobe, and so hes in a constant flux of personality through his years and is no longer the person he used to be.

Xadian

Xadian is a loud, boisterous personality hellbent on causing as much damage and chaos as possible in whatever form he takes. Hailing from the quiet abyss he loathes being alone and despises silence even more. Hes always quick to cause a commotion and belt his affections for all the world to hear, but for a demon he’s weirdly honest. He flat out refuses to tell any direct lies, the furthest he’ll go is leave out information, but he’d never outwardly tell a lie, and hes also very against alcohol at least in perosnal taste. He can be a bit of a perv at times, but outwardly presents as a hopeless romantic with an odd way of keeping relationships in tact. At his core though, he’s incredibly lonely and terrified of being abandoned.

Jasiker Willowspeak

He wants it to be over. He wants everything to be over he is the most tired and depressed man you will ever meet, the sheer epitome of the “yes honey” meme. He’s tired and done and he cannot leave he is stuck with xadian until the body dies and even then he’s tied to the motherfucker for his entire afterlife. He regrets everything that led to this and constantly curses his younger self for his arrogance to think he could summon a demon without consequence. He drowns himself in alcohol to numb himself to the world, but when the demon posessing you doesnt like it when you drink, he finds even that difficult. He’s very cynical and dry to the world, though he has a good heart that still tries to do good where he can because even if his own world is dead and pointless, the world around him isnt lost yet, but he doesnt believe he can do much to aid the world except try his best to keep Xadian under control.

Wendy Willowspeak

She was the light of Jasiker’s life. A loud, energetic child that gleefuly wished for nothing more than to dirty herself in the mud and twigs of the forest searching for wild boars to ride. Young and naieve, yet stubborn and tougher than a lumberjack she knew the forest inside and out and would constantly get on jasiker’s nerves when her dirty feet tracked mud all throughout the newly cleaned house. She was a proud kid who wasnt afraid of anything. Until she had something to be scared of.

Rothgar

Rothgar is a cold, cynical grump thats been beaten down in the world he finds himself in, exploring a time thousands of years away from when he originated, entirely outside his own will, though it is a world he prefers as he’s found an appreciation for the technology of (early)guns and finds that even in civilized society, the law of the jungle still very much applies. Many would call him mad for the curse of eternal hunger placed upon him and the one of bloodlust that makes him vengeful and hungry for battle, but he has calmed into an old, bitter dinosaur who knows to hunt when he needs, able to eat anything with the gift of his patron, he spares no one. He has a soft spot for children, however as they do not know the true blight of sentience yet, but when they come to learn he will treat them with the same bitterness he treats the rest of the world. Its everyone for themselves in this hell of an existence, and Rothgar is no exception.

[carewyncromwell]

Moody 🤝 Carewyn

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody was a man who trusted just about no one. He'd seen his fair share of betrayal, deception, and self-absorption in his long career at the Auror Department, and it made him incredibly suspicious of others and paranoid about their intentions. And perhaps because of Moody's own iron-clad loyalty -- demonstrated most obviously in his service to Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix -- he was quick to presume that most people wouldn't share his world view and would be more inclined to look after themselves and their own goals, rather than the pursuit of justice.

It would be foolish to claim that Carewyn Cromwell was an exception to Moody's world view. Moody knew full well that Carewyn had her own goals that lived outside the realm of pursuing justice, even though she did pursue a career as a lawyer for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Carewyn was incredibly protective of her inner circle, to the point that she would put her work, duty, or just about anything else aside, if it meant she could protect them. She also had an overly nurturing, pacifistic temperament that made her greatly dislike the idea of fighting or causing others pain: even those who in Moody's view didn't need any such coddling. This, coupled with her pride and tendency to hold grudges, resulted in Carewyn refusing to join the Order of the Phoenix, instead only offering conditional assistance, which the steadfast Moody deeply disapproved of.

And yet on those few occasions when Moody and Carewyn collided during the Second Wizarding War, their conversations always seemed to end up oddly friendly, through all the cynicism and dryness.

"Well, well -- actually decided to show your face here, have you?" Moody said gruffly, upon seeing Carewyn sitting next to her brother Jacob at one of the Order's meetings.

Carewyn cocked her eyebrows. "I'm surprised you're not double-checking to make sure it's really me, Mad-Eye. Tonks told me to make sure I had multiple questions ready, just in case you asked..."

"No need to," Moody growled. "If you weren't you, then Jacob would've slammed you into the wall, Transfigured the wallpaper to bind you, and started violently interrogating you in an millisecond."

"Damn right," said Jacob, grinning mischievously at Carewyn as he lightly bumped his shoulder against hers.

Carewyn smiled a bit in response to Jacob's bump, only for her expression to become more wry as she again turned to Moody.

"And fortunately I don't need to ask you anything either, because your thoughts are just like they always are," she said. "As hyper-alert as a screech owl."

Moody gave a huff. "Don't let that fancy Legilimency talent of yours make you cocky, missie. Complacency is the last thing any of us needs..."

He settled himself down into a seat across the table from the two Cromwells, right between Arthur Weasley and Remus Lupin.

"Now then," said Moody brusquely, "may I take it that you were just as involved with this new 'Educational Decree' Fudge put out as you were with the others, Miss Cromwell?"

Carewyn pursed her scarlet lips slightly as she crossed her arms.

"Educational Decree Number Twenty Six was proposed by Dolores Umbridge alone," she said coolly. "But yes, Fudge did ask for my legal input on its wording."

Arthur looked incredibly dismayed. "Carewyn...the decree states that professors can't give their students information about anything other than their assigned subject! Such a rule effectively prevents Minerva, Filius, or the others from talking to Harry or any of our children about the War -- about the Order at all -- "

"I know, Mr. Weasley -- but there was nothing on the books I could use to deter Fudge," Carewyn said grimly. "Expression of one's beliefs is considered a privilege by Wizarding law, not a right...and although libel or slander against an individual person can be taken to court very easily, censorship of ideas overall is not so easily opposed."

Sirius scoffed as he crossed the room to take a seat next to Lupin. "Seems to me that Fudge has been doing both quite well, as of late. Or would you argue his attacks against Harry and Dumbledore through the Prophet don't warrant libel charges?"

"If you can find a qualified lawyer brave and foolhardy enough to challenge the most prominent newspaper in the Wizarding World in open court -- all while knowing that the Wizengamot would never convict them and that they and possibly even their family and associates would likely be the victims of retaliation, by the Minister or otherwise...then please, tap him for the position," Carewyn said darkly.

"Not to mention we'd have to have tangible proof Fudge orchestrated those attacks from the press in order to charge him with anything, rather than just our suspicions," Lupin said quietly.

"Well-founded suspicions," Jacob added coldly. "But they're right, Black -- the Ministry's got a choke-hold over Hogwarts, the Daily Prophet...the British Wizarding World itself. Fudge and Umbridge know it, so they're taking advantage of it."

"And they're taking advantage of it because they know that hold they have is really not that strong," said Carewyn. "The only reason Fudge and Umbridge have been able to do any of this is because most of the Wizarding World is so uninformed and there isn't anything currently on the books that would allow those few informed people to stop them. The only reason any of these Decrees and actions are going into effect is because they're not being questioned or challenged -- because the public at large is not paying attention, or just doesn't see any need for alarm."

Jacob, clued into Carewyn's thought process through their shared Legilimency, quickly agreed with her.

"So the Minister and his lackeys only have power so long as they keep the Wizarding World in the dark about what's going on -- just like how old Charles only had power over us, so long as we didn't know who R was or what their intentions were..."

Carewyn nodded. "Or had power over Mum, so long as she didn't think there was any way out. Remember, in her stories, she said she didn't see things clearly, back at the Cromwell estate. She said Grandfather curated everything there -- only let her learn what he wanted her to learn...what wouldn't contradict his beliefs or his way of doing things. Fudge, and Umbridge by extension, is clamping down so hard right now not because he's strong, but because he's afraid -- afraid of losing what little control he really has."

Arthur inclined his head to both Jacob and Carewyn.

"Yes, Fudge does seem to really have followed your grandfather's example there," he said. "The Wizarding World is supposed to have faith in their Minister -- to trust their vision and leadership, to follow their direction in difficult times. Unfortunately the key word in that sentiment is 'supposed' to."

"Right," Moody interjected gruffly. "And sadly most people are too stupid to question whether they should. Still, however trusting and complacent most people are, that doesn't mean Fudge isn't still terrified of losing their favor. If Fudge wants to maintain his position, he has to make it seem like he's in control. Like he's got it all figured out, and no one has to question him or his motives. But if the truth were to come out -- if the public were to know just how much he's been covering up this last year, about Voldemort's return -- "

Arthur and Carewyn both flinched at the name, but no one else at the table did.

" -- well, how much respect or authority would anyone give him, after that? Who would follow any of those people who chose to grovel under him?"

"Hence why that old toad Umbridge was so determined to shove that Decree out, right after the Azkaban breakout," said Sirius, his gray eyes dark with dislike, but his lips curled up with a slight, vindicated smirk.

"And why old Corny Fudge has been so desperate to push that dumb theory that you're behind it, and not the Lord of Moldy Shorts," Jacob added with a grin toward Sirius. "Honestly, reading all his blustering in the Prophet about those Death Eater losers 'rallying around you' -- I know your little gang had a lot of idiots fawning after you at school, Black, but come on, you lot always had some standards..."

Sirius gave a bark-like laugh. Lupin's lips had curled up in a slight wry smile too.

"However much of an obstacle Umbridge's new Decree might be," said the ex-professor, "I can't see the students of Hogwarts taking it lying down -- and our members certainly won't."

Carewyn nodded. "I knew that they'd be able to find some loopholes in the text of the Decree."

"For one, it only applies to paid professors," said Jacob with a mischievous grin. "The students still have access to Hogsmeade -- and Umbridge is only the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts, not the village."

"True," said Sirius, smirking as well. "I have to wonder if Umbridge didn't consider the portraits are still very willing and able to talk."

"The creatures in and around the school, as well," added Lupin. "I would hazard a guess that the house elves don't have much desire to help Umbridge enforce such a policy. Nor would the centaurs or merfolk, but I confess, they're less likely to help our cause..."

"What can be considered 'strictly related' to one's subject could also vary," said Carewyn. "For instance, the Disarming Charm, or the Shield Charm, or the Patronus Charm. They might be most often taught in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but all of them still fall under charmwork -- so there'd be nothing wrong with Professor Flitwick teaching them in his class, since Umbridge won't."

"Teaching such a spell in a formal lesson would also justify some context," Arthur pointed out, "especially the real-world variety..."

"I also noticed the wording talks explicitly about teachers giving the students the information," said Moody. "Leaving open the door for students to perhaps 'overhear' professors' private conversations with each other, or 'accidentally intercept' something written."

Despite his dry tone, his grizzled face betrayed the smallest flicker of a wry smile as he inclined his head to Carewyn, his blue eye swiveling up toward the ceiling on its own accord.

"You've definitely ingratiated yourself to Fudge well, Miss Cromwell, to not tip Fudge off to your true allegiance," Moody said brusquely, "but be aware -- you're playing with fire, working in this kind of espionage. Although I know your loyalty is ultimately with your brother, as it always is..." his blue eye swiveled between Jacob and Carewyn in a figure eight, "...it isn't easy for people to trust someone, after you find out just how well they can lie."

Carewyn frowned slightly, but still nodded.

"...I know," she said softly. She paused, before continuing, "...I won't ask for your trust, nor anyone else's, really. I know it's not easy to give -- it's never easy. But you know I love my brother, and you know there are other people I love whose lives would be under threat, if You-Know-Who returned. If their safety's at risk, I will lie as much as I have to. If people hate me for it, then so be it."

Moody reclined back in his chair slightly. Jacob took hold of Carewyn's shoulder and gave it a squeeze as his eyes narrowed upon Moody.

"You got a problem with that, you old codger?" he challenged him. "Go on -- if you don't trust my Pip, then say so!"

"I don't trust anyone, Cromwell," Moody said brusquely. "Your sister's no exception. But I'm not challenging her loyalties -- I already said flat-out that it's to you. I just want your sister to be very well-aware that her path won't make her many friends. Fortunately...she's more than responsible enough to accept the consequences of that."

He looked at Carewyn very seriously, with both of his eyes for once.

"It would behoove her, though, to have vigilance, while walking that path. Constant vigilance. Someone in your position could lie so much that they forget how to tell the truth."

He cocked his eyebrows a bit more sardonically.

"Especially when they're a stinking lawyer."

Carewyn couldn't quite bite back a laugh.

"Lawyers don't lie, Mad-Eye," she said coolly. "We just use facts that play to our advantage -- such as the fact that Aurors don't face consequences for lying to the people they've deemed suspects, the way we do -- "

"Convict the Dark wizards we arrest for their crimes, and then I'll listen to your grievances about my Department," Moody shot back as he got to his feet.

"Advise your old coworkers to give us actual evidence of their crimes rather than just shoddy intuition and forceful interrogations, and perhaps I'll get a bit more sleep at night, not having to do it for them," Carewyn returned in kind through a cool smirk.

Moody turned to go. "Feh! Who the hell needs sleep anyhow?"

Even as he said this, though, his lips were curled up in a small smirk of his own as he plodded out of the room, his wooden leg landing on the floor with thunks the whole way.

Friendship Drabble Prompt!

[visionarystoryteller]

Cease and Desist|| Love For Noella Levesque

*part of Love For Noella Levesque OC World*

Noella sat in her hotel room reading her emails when she got one from Vince McMahon. She took a deep breath and opened the email. Upon reading it she found out that it was an unofficial cease and desist order on slander of her time at WWE. If she continues the law will actually come into play. Noella sat flabbergasted that she ignored the knocking on her hotel door. When Noella didn’t answer the door, her phone started ringing instead. She just decided to put her phone down, even if it was Maxwell calling her. She looked off at the wall trying to breathe. She was being painted as bad…again.

“Noella open up!” She heard through her door but continued to ignore it. The pounding became more and more incessant until it stopped. When it stopped she laid her head down on one of the pillows and took deep breaths.

Every few minutes, Noellas phone would ring but Noella was just too down at this point. Eventually after her phone went completely silent, the hotel room phone started ringing. Noella sighed and leaned over to pick up the phone from the side table.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Miss Levesque, sorry to bother you but there is a man down here saying he’s your boyfriend and that he lost the key to his room, I just want to make sure this is actually for you.” The receptionist says. Noella quietly sighs, briefly closing her eyes.

“Maxwell? you can give him the card” Noella says.

“Yes. Okay ma’am, have a good night” the receptionist says. Noella just hangs up the phone and goes back to lying down. She knew it wouldn’t take long for Max to bust his way into her room so she layed there waiting.

It took about 5 minutes and by then Noella was half asleep. She heard the door beep access, then footsteps making there way over to the bed. The bed dipped on the other side of Noella but the room remained silent. Max was worried. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with her. He hadn’t seen anything online. Maybe her father called? Max was broken out of his thoughts when a phone was put on his chest. He looked down at it then looked over at Noella who had her eyes closed tightly. Max picked up the phone and looked down at the screen. He saw it was an email. He quickly read it over and started to feel rage. As if she even bad mouthed him. Max rolled his eyes and out her phone down on the side table. He rolled over on his side and looked at Noella. He put his hand on her face and his thumb rubbed the apple of her cheek.

“Whatever you decide to do, I’m here. I’ll have my lawyers look some shit over…you’re not alone in this sweetheart. He may think he can get away with shit but not all the time.” Max says. Noella listens to his words and moves in closer to max. Max wraps his arm around her and pulls her close into him and kisses her head.

It’s quite for awhile before a thought pops into Noellas head.

“So does your girlfriend get a key to your room? Or is it just my boyfriend?” Noella asks opening her eyes to look at Max. Max throws his head back and laughs.

“I will gladly give you a key to my room” max smiles down at her. She lets out a small giggle.

“Then again, you could just start sharing a room with me” max says shrugging.

“I mean could I put up with you almost all the time?” Noella jokes. Max fake gasps, holding a hand on his chest.

“You wound me sweetheart. We’ve actually spent quite a bit of time together ya know” Max says. Noella giggles.

“But more time?! I think I’ll die of Max overdose” Noella jokes. Max laughs shaking his head.

“Mmm…you are so funnny” max laughs.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.

Max had his lawyers look over the email and draft up an entire legal document in case Vince wants to play games. Noella was thankful for max. Not even 3 months ago this cocky S.O.B came into her life and made everything more bareable.

It had been about a week since Vince’s email, and now they were in Connecticut, where Noella grew up and where WWEs home base is, that meant her father. Before any tapings that week, Noella decided to see her grandparents, Max insisting on going with her. So here she and Max sat with her grandparents in the backyard, the fall leaves falling upon the yard as they sat on the back patio. Her grandmother looked over at her and saw she was a little stressed but watched her as she relaxed into Maxs arms a little bit with her hot coco.

“So you liking the job?” Her grandmother asks. Noella looks over at her grandmother and gives her a small smile.

“Yea. I like being there, it’s so much more mentally comfortable, Tony is probably one of the best bosses. He’s so understanding with everything with just anyone” Noella smiles. Max watches as her face lights up a little as she talks about her job with her grandmother, him growing a smile himself.

“And that’s how you two met?” Her grandmother asks looking at the pair of them. Max felt his cheeks heat a little. Noella reddens as well.

“Yea. I ran into Austin, and Austin is working with Max on a storyline. I saw him prior like once when he interviewed with Dad but he didn’t end up in WWE. Which I’m glad for becuase Max has so much potential as a wrestler. I mean he is champ two ways right now” Noella babbles. Max scratches the back of his neck and fixes his scarf. Max only really heard his parents brag about him, to hear it from Noella made his heart warm. Her grandmother looked at the pair with a raised eyebrow. She had never seen Noella look so happy as when she talked about her new job and Max.

“Sweetheart…” Max shakes his head embarrassed. Noella looked at Max and her cheeks reddened herself. He was red but he had the biggest smile.

“You two are adorable” her grandmother smiles. Just then her grandmothers phone rings. She looks at the caller ID going quiet. Noella looks at her with question. Her grandmother gives her a sympathetic smile, then answers her phone.

“Hello son” she says. Noella goes blank. Max takes a hold of her hand and squeezes it, bringing her to look at him.

“Yes I’m enjoying the weather, what do you need Paul?” Noella just looks off into the distance.

“Mhm…yes of course she came to visit me, I did raise her right” her grandmother chided her father. Max just sat there trying to comfort Noella.

“Alright, I love you too, bye” her grandmother ended the call and gave her a sympathetic smile.

“He wants me to pass on that he would love to see you while you’re in town…” she says to Noella. Noella just nods.

“Mhmm, well I think we are going to get going.” Noella says standing up to hug her grandmother.

“Be safe sweetie” her grandmother says. Noella nods and her grandmother gives max a hug as well.

“Take care of her Maxwell.” She says in serious tone.

“Always” Max says without a second thought. Always. Always. Always. A word that painted a picture within Maxs mind that made him smile.

[hellcab]

@distantpagesandpapercuts / @heavensxstray / @lcftcult

{{ Wow, y’all really want trash rat alternate universes? Well, here’s some ideas. }}

{{ Roth’s redemption AU would be interesting. But Roth’s seeking redemption isn’t ‘genuine’, at least, not at first. Roth is a saboteur, sent by Lucifer to screw up his daughter’s idea. In return, Roth gets his freedom, as Lucifer ‘promised’. So, Roth becomes the wrench in the machinery. }}

{{ Strangely, Roth becomes rather conflicted with all this. Yes, freedom is his prize. He wants to make good on Lucifer’s deal, but Charlie’s optimism wins him over. He starts truly believing in her and the hotel. Obviously, walking back on a deal with Lucifer will have dire consequences. I would love to RP this out. }}

{{ Another AU involves Roth becoming an Overlord. Instead of remaining as some cab driver, Roth shoots higher. Through sweat, tears and bloodshed, he becomes an Overlord around the late 1980s. He owns transportation throughout Pride. }}

{{ He makes the trains run on time. He owns the roads and every toll booth. Despite not being as flashy as other Overlords, Roth isn’t to be trifled with. With one snap of his fingers, can cripple Pride’s transportation infrastructure. After all, he runs the trains. He runs the cabs and busses. He owns the roads. Roth is certifiably EVIL in this AU. }}

{{ Yet, another AU explores Roth’s stint with porn. Instead of doing one film, Roth does more and more. Eventually, Roth becomes a rather successful pornstar. He lives the high life, without any limits. Yet, in this AU, Roth is perhaps his most depressed and manic. Years and years of exploitation have seriously damaged him. On camera, he’s all cocky and confident. But once the cameras are gone, he’s withdrawn and somber. Yet even the slightest annoyance sets him off. He’s crying one moment. Happy the next, then pissed off and wanting to murder someone. Sex is just a chore. Roth goes about it mechanically. Soulless. }}

{{ The industry had made him numb. Nothing, nothing excites him anymore. He feels nothing for anyone or anything. He’s all used up and damaged from it. He wants to feel love again but, fears he cannot. TBH this AU might not be fun to RP out. Maybe, to explore but not that fun. It makes me depressed actually. }}

{{ Another, more lighthearted AU involves Roth being in Heaven. Having remained a faithful Catholic, Roth joins the ranks of Heaven. There, he joins Zion Cab Company and ferries angels and saints around Heaven. Roth in this is happy and cheerful. He’s nice to everyone and is just genuinely a pleasant man. But, under that smile, is boredom. }}

{{ He's bored with Heaven. Yeah, being with God is great and all, but Roth wanted to see more of Earth. He misses Humanity and his old stomping grounds. He wants to visit those old memories again. Oh, also, instead of “Hellcab” it’s “HeavenlyCab”. }}

{{ One last AU involves Roth becoming the Avatar of Entropy. You see, Roth’s chaos magic is merely the bending of reality. He’s pulling at loose threads, achieving the results he wants. Yet, all this comes with a price. Roth’s sanity and health has been slowly decaying. The magic he relies upon is poisoning him. Worse even, Roth has attracted some unwanted attention. }}

{{ Entropy is a living force. Animalistic yet wants to spread. To feed. Roth is the doorway. Through him, they hope to set upon Hell. To feast upon the damned souls, Hellborn and fallen angels. }}

{{ Roth slowly looses himself to their will. Through one last attempt to escape Hell, Roth becomes a ‘god’. He’s the Avatar of Entropy, the primordial force. On Extermination Day, Roth ascends. The Pride Ring becomes the first casualty. The laws that governed reality, the afterlife, are perverted and turned upside down. Despite massive casualties, Hell's army is able to contain The Entropy Avatar to Pride. But, their quarantine ( even with the help of Heaven ) is failing. Worse even, all those who “perished” are alive. They have all become inhabited by entropy. Their festering corpses walking the streets of Pentagram City. Twisted beyond comprehension, driven mad by Roth Kruger and his power. }}

{{ Worse still, something else is approaching. Roth is merely an emissary. A agent to prepare for the coming of his monarch. The Yellow King approaches . . . . }}

{{ So, that's how Roth becomes a cosmic horror. }}

[ghosthierophant]

goddamnit

keres: you’re a monster. you always were, Butcher

“i’ve been called worse things.”

keres: well let me tell you this - monsters are meant to be Hunted. even when i take that body... i’ll track you down. and put an end to this. for Good. take your body! i’ll see you again.

“i’m counting on it... Friend.”

keres: i’m Not your friend

.

(keres slaps dash away)

keres: stop

dash: sorry, i was just

keres is a sea of grief, distress, Fury - unbridled Fury

victor insight: 10 - REROLLED TO 20... doesn’t help

logan insight: 15

logan: executive order, keres you’ve been leading us for a while and i think you Shouldn’t anymore

keres, Exhausted: walks over to the box and opens it

keres places her hand on the panel and all the sigils light up. as the steam opens up, the container opens. the contents inside reveal themselves: a body. a crown adorned upon her head. 

the astral spirit leaves keres and goes into the body of this woman - a woman dash and hellebore would recognize, but So Long Ago

(ayla)

HELLEBORE: CRIT 28 - YOUR MOTHER’S APPRENTICE

the spirit leaves the body. ayla awakens, only to immediately fall unconscious

Keres turns away - a completely different face and expression 

JESSE IS FIRING JESSE IS SHOOTING

jesse/logan: I PULL OUT MY PISTOL HELL NO PISTOL OUT

keres, pistol pointed at her and smiling: HAH. LOGAN. IT’S BEEN FAR TOO LONG. 

logan: i’m sorry? and You are?

victor: the other one

MASAE INTRODUCE YOUR REAL CHARACTER - AYLA 

I RESPECT IT I RESPECT IT

keres: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DON’T RECOGNIZE ME. I USED TO GO BY A LITTLE TITLE. 

dash: Butcher

Keres: Correct

victor laughs)

Keres: two things. first, before anything begins. (one finger - at victor): i’ve been watching you. 

victor: oh?

Keres: why don’t you get away with me?

logan: VICTOR

victor: now, now, logan... hold on. let’s hear what she has to say

Keres: i’m about to leave this place before it explodes. you seem to be... a little conflicted yourself. but before anything, i’ll ask you - why don’t you come with me? with talon? and then we can Really have some fun?

....................................................... JOE CAN RETIRE VICTOR RIGHT NOW AND BECOME AN ANTAGONIST JFC

i’m literally gunna FROW UP

victor: go away with you? and have some fun?

Keres: why work within restrictions of The Law? what good has it done you? people like You and Me, we make our Own rules

(victor looks to logan)

(logan is STARING at him)

I’M GUNNA FROW UP

victor: i’ll miss our morning coffee... sometimes you did not know i was there

logan, smirking: i Always knew

NO NO NO- and yet

victor: color me intrigued... i’ll Bite

JOE, FELLOW DM, IS LOGAN’S INSIGHT MADE AT AN ADVANTAGE

joe: Yes

Logan: 25 Insight (19)

joe: there’s an intrigue of i want to see how deep this rabbit hole goes so i can take advantage of it down the line / he’s cocky in this moment, but i intend to Win / he intends on leaving 

(logan actually is sad)

logan: i told them... i told them i’d bring you back. and even though everyone in the damned world is against me, i’m Going to bring you back (FIRES AT KERES)

WE LOVE IT HERE WE LOVE IT HERE I’M ALSO GOING TO FROW UP

(fires a bullet right at keres’ head... but only a 15)

with fiery speed, keres grabs the bullet before it hits her, her hands steaming

Keres, smiling: and Now, on to our second point. let’s see what this Old Body can do? (assumes a battle position)

PHASE 3 THREAD!!!! 

[z0r0z]

Law has a new way to punish his bratty partner because you enjoy his usual punishments way too much. Are you dirty enough to enjoy this one too? ♡

Yes this is THAT Law fic I’ve been obsessing over, it’s pretty much the only thing I’ve been able to think about for a week. It’s the first time I’ve written for him so I’m praying it turned out well; it’s also probably the dirtiest thing I’ve written so if it goes down well you can expect more like this ♡

Content: afab reader, degredation, humiliation, use of ‘sl*t’ and ‘wh*re’, clitstim, f*ngering, restraints, dirty talk, teasing, piv, asphyxiation, impact play, creampie, reader is having their head shoved in a (CLEAN) toilet

Word count: 2204

You’d really gone and done it this time. Usually your punishment would be predictable- some rough spanks, a bit of edging- but not this time. Law knew how much you enjoyed those punishments and today he was going to ensure you didn’t enjoy it at all.

He dragged you by your wrist to the bathroom. ‘Clothes off. Now.’ He ordered you as he abruptly shut the door. You were more than happy to oblige, careful to remove each item as appealingly as you could as Law silently watched on. He’d always fuck you stupid when you were bratty, and you’d assumed this time was going to be no different.

When your clothes were laid strewn across the floor and you were left in nothing but your underwear he walked over to you, looking down at you as he spoke, ‘On your knees, slut.’ It was impossible to hide your delight as you lowered yourself to your knees, grinning from ear to ear in anticipation of what was to come. The cold floor tiles sent a shiver up your spine as your skin made contact with them.

‘Are you gonna fuck my face?’ You cooed, looking up at him with doe-eyes as you stuck your tongue out. Out of all the punishments he usually gave, that was probably your favourite.

He deviously chuckled, slowly crouching to your level and placing a tattooed finger under your chin, lifting your face up to make eye contact with him. His laugh quickly faded, and he held his gaze for a moment. ‘You fucking wish.’ His hand snaked from your chin to your neck, rough fingers squeezing the sides as the air escaped your lungs and your cocky expression collapsed. ‘I’ve got a new punishment more suited to a whore like you.’ He rasped, a subtly menacing smile on his face.

Before you had a second to consider what he had planned for you he stood up and stepped behind you. After a moment he grabbed your wrists and tied them together tightly behind your back. You didn’t have time to be surprised as he stood looming over behind you, taking a handful of your hair and tugging your head back to see his face. ‘Have you figured it out yet?’ He asked stony-faced, yet with a malicious glint in his eyes.

You vigorously shook your head. ‘No…’ You whimpered.

He did that chuckle again before crouching next to your ear, his hand lowering your head as he did so. A small squeak escaped your lips as you saw what was in front of you. Your boyfriend was holding your head inches away from the toilet bowl. You couldn’t hide the surprised expression on your face, and a grin grew across Law’s face upon seeing your reaction.

‘This is the deal.’ He began, his warm breath caressing your ear as he spoke. His deft fingers tugged your panties down from behind, and you let out a little moan as the cool air touched your sweltering pussy. He slid a single digit through your slit, careful to avoid your clit as he felt around your folds, making you whimper as he missed that sensitive spot. ‘I’ll make you feel good, but you make any noise and that pretty face of yours goes in here.’ As he spoke, he pushed your head closer to the bowl, giving you a moment to realise your fate before tugging you back up. ‘Understood, slut?’ He spat.

You nodded, and with that his hand got to work, targeting your clit with his finger making rough circles around your swollen nub. You inhaled sharply and squeezed your eyes shut, for a moment attempting to move your hands to cover your mouth before remembering that would be impossible. As he rubbed your spot you squirmed under him, trying so hard to remain silent as you stared at the water beneath you. He quickened his movements and you twitched with every brush he made across your clit, choking back every sound you wanted to make as the fluttering feeling in your pussy intensified.

Law pulled your head back and leaned over you from behind, resting his lips next to your ear as he continued pleasuring you. ‘You’re trying so hard, huh?’ He purred into your ear. You could feel his clothed, hardened member pushing against your back as he leant over you, and your mind began to cloud with thoughts of his cock. ‘Usually, you’d already be begging for my dick.’ He wasn’t wrong.

As he admired the desperate look on your face he moved his hand away, leaving your needy pussy exposed for a second before landing a firm smack against your puffed-up clit. You quickly jolted and a shaky cry slipped from your lips. The ‘deal’ you made earlier was skewed entirely in his favour- he was going to go out of his way to make sure you weren’t quiet. After letting the sound slip you looked back at Law, your uneasy expression juxtaposed by the lithe way his face lit up upon hearing your error.

He leant straight over your back, his tall frame easily enveloping you, and rested his lips behind your ear. ‘You remember the deal, don’t you whore?’ He growled as he tightened the grip he had on your hair. You stared at the uninviting sight below you as you reluctantly nodded, before clenching your eyes shut tight and accepting your fate. ‘Good slut.’ With those words he pushed you down by the crown of your head, holding your breath as your face slammed into the cold water.

The freezing water and cool porcelain against your skin sent shivers through your body and you writhed, unconsciously trying to fight back against the hand that held you down, but it was useless. He held you there for a moment and you felt his cock twitch against you as he watched you struggle- he was loving every second of ruining you. When you began sputtering for breath, he ungraciously pulled you back up and you panted for air. He allowed you a second to catch your breath as he admired how much he’d wrecked you already, with your bedraggled hair and hopeless face, alongside your soaking, desperate pussy.

That moment was fleeting however as his hand quickly made its way back to your yearning cunt, homing in on your sensitive clit and making tight, hard circles around it. Your mouth remained agape as he rubbed you, water still dripping from your face and hair as the fuzzy feeling in your abdomen began building again.

‘You’re already struggling so much, and we’ve not put anything in here yet.’ He spoke as he shifted his fingers, now teasing your hungry entrance, coming so close to slipping a finger in but not quite getting there. You held back a moan as the prospect of being filled up made your head hazy. ‘You want it, yeah?’ He rasped, feeling around your desperate hole. He knew you couldn’t help yourself.

You nodded, knowing it would only make it more difficult to stay quiet, but you couldn’t resist the temptation.

He smirked. ‘Good. Then next time I shove your head in here you can only blame yourself, hm, slut?’ Before you knew it two long digits were shoved into you, and you let out a loud gasp as they unexpectedly stretched you open. As his fingers began to slowly pump in and out of you, you heatedly whined; his fingers caressed your walls perfectly and you couldn’t contain your pleasure at finally getting filled up.

‘Are you forgetting something?’ Law barked, this time giving you no time to think before adjusting his grip on your hair and forcing your head down, submerging you once again, your cheeks going cold as they touched the cool ceramic. You squirmed even harder this time, sputtering under the water as his fingers continued to fuck you, your wrists struggling against the tight bindings. When he pulled you back up you gasped, huffing for air as water dribbled from your mouth, desperately holding back any more sounds as Law’s fingers worked you.

His rough fingers curled to touch your sensitive spot and every pump became faster than the last. You were getting close to cumming, but you despondently tried to choke back any noise. Before you got too close, though, he pulled his fingers out of you, lewdly licking your slick off each one. His hands came to rest at your hips, and he quickly pulled you back, his hardened cock pressing against your ass as he spoke into your ear. ‘Want me to fuck you, slut?’

You could feel his size through his trousers and yearned for the familiar sensation of his dick inside you; without a thought a small ‘Please’ slipped from your mouth. You barely finished speaking before your head was abruptly slammed back into the bowl and you jolted, struggling in the cold water for a moment before being pulled back up, taking heavy breaths as water dripped over your chest.

‘Did you forget our deal again, dumb slut?’ He scowled, delivering a sharp smack to your ass, and the tears pricking in your eyes finally fell. ‘Or maybe you’re so fucking slutty, so desperate for cock you’ll have your head shoved in a toilet for it, hm?’ He began to unbuckle his trousers and you heard them drop to the floor. Soon you felt his heavy cock slap against your needy cunt, sliding up and down through your wet folds; you swallowed back a moan as his tip brushed your engorged clit.

For a moment he teased you like this, leaning over your back again as he purred, ‘I wonder how quiet you’ll be when you’re stuffed full of my cock?’

You looked back at him with a desperate expression. ‘Please just fuck me!’ You cried. The prospect of having your head submerged was the last thing on your mind right now, all you could think of was Law’s thick cock splitting you open.

He laughed as he shoved your face back into the water, giving you a moment to struggle before lifting you back up. ‘You really don’t care what you have to do to get fucked, huh? Slut.’ He sneered, and his cock suddenly slammed into you, stretching you so much more than his fingers could. As he sank into you, he released a long sigh- he’d been wanting to do this for a while but toying around with you was simply too enjoyable.

He almost pulled out before slamming hard straight back into you, starting with slow, forceful strokes. Fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as his large cock split you open, massaging your gummy walls perfectly and rubbing the right spot with every commanding stroke. You gave up on keeping your moans quiet, allowing every lurid sound to leak from your lips, accepting the consequences that would come. You moved your hips in time with him, the sound of your soft ass slamming against his flesh reverberating around the tiled room.

His hand plunged your head back into the water as he picked up the pace, fucking up into you fast and hard. For every loud mewl you made your face was shoved into the toilet again, but you didn’t care- it was too difficult to hold back with his irresistible dick fucking you this good. The way his tip dragged across your walls was heaven, always hitting the right spot as though it were made to fuck you.

‘Such a whore for me.’ He grunted as he too lost control, slamming into you at a punishingly quick pace. You tried to keep up, fucking yourself along his dick with every stroke, savouring the incredible sensation.

As he pumped in and out of your pussy you began to grow close to climax, your walls twitching and tensing as the build-up in your abdomen started to dissolve. ‘You can come.’ Law said softly, leaving a gentle kiss on the crown of your head as he finally broke the façade. You allowed the knot in your belly to snap, unleashing a slew of lewd moans and mewls that had been building up for so long. You twitched as you came, that fuzzy feeling shooting through your entire body. He fucked you through your orgasm, intensifying the sensation and leaving you an utter mess as he grew close too.

You felt his member begin to twitch inside you. The way you clenched when you came, almost milking his cock, always got him over the edge. He softly grunted as he unleashed his warm seed into your beaten pussy, taking a few more pumps in and out of you as he did so. When you were both finished you were breathless, both panting as he slid his dick out of your heat, allowing his hot cum to leak out of you.

He untied your wrist restraints and pulled you into him, holding you against his chest with arms wrapped around you. ‘Are you gonna stop being a brat, then?’ He light-heartedly asked.

You pretended to think for a moment. ‘Hmm… no. Don’t think so.’ You grinned cheekily.

He rolled his eyes before holding you closer. ‘Fine by me.’

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[the-untamed-soul]

It’s fire, it’s freedom (part 3)

croA/N: I will admit taking two weeks to write the next chapter is quite rude and I apologize! I let life get ahead of me. I didn’t think the bar scene fit well into this chapter but expect it in part 4! All the spears to me for the tardiness and crappy quality of this one.

Pairing: Tom “ICEMAN” Kazansky x Y/N

Music: The Greatest Show – Greatest Showman

Summary: Two volleyball matches, a new callsign and a cute moment between a Gosling and his auntie.

“Goose?”

“Yes Sprite?”

“I fucking hate sand. Remind me to tell Mr. Sandman that he needs to keep it in line.”

“……Sprite I don’t think that’s how it works.” Goose tried to keep a straight face as he gazed down at his sister-in-law. The aforementioned woman was glaring at the hot terrain, a pout causing her lower lip to jut out and her hands were crossed stubbornly over her chest.

“Well today is the fucking day. I swear to God he has it out for me since I said Pitch Black was cooler than him.” Y/N tossed her hands up to the sky and stomped her foot once before turning to meet the gaze of two amused but confused pilots. “Don’t ask. Best two out of three Popsicle Man.”

“It’s Iceman.”

“Does it look like I care? You remind me of a L’Oréal commercial so deal with being called Popsicle Man before I call you Vogue or something.”

Goose couldn’t help the snort that escaped him nor the shaking of his shoulders as he hid his face in his hands. Slider was also attempting to not meet the gaze of his pilot, staring off into the distance before offhandedly remarking, “She isn’t exactly wrong.”

“Shut up Ron.”

“Shutting up.”

A volleyball sailing past their face caused the two to turn their attention back to Goose and Y/N. The short woman tried and failed to keep an innocent look upon her face as she questioned, “Are you guys going to play or are you afraid that you’ll be chanting the Air Force song by the end of the night?”

“Hey Mother Goose? Don’t kill Iceman for taking your sister-in-law on a date. We need someone to keep Maverick from killing the rest of us and that Top Gun trophy won’t be near as fun to win if your best competition is six feet under.” Slider shared a long look with his fellow RIO as both teams got back into position. The first game had ended in their favor, but it had been a close one before Y/N decided she could no longer play nicely with Mr. Sandman.

“Moneys on Ice,” Hollywood nudged Wolfman and received a grin in return. “Easy money. Y/N looks like she is about to kill Slider.”

Y/N grimaced as she dived to return a ball and felt her side spasm in pain. The first set hadn’t bothered her at first but as time went on, her scar was starting to give her problems. Each jump sent fire down her leg and caused her teeth to clench involuntarily. Sweat gathered at her temples and her body trembled with both exhaustion and pain. It was only her sheer desire to win and prove herself that kept her standing. Y/N ignored the concerned looks that Goose sent her way, knowing that if she gave him an opening that he would try to end the game before she was ready to toss in the towel.

Across the net, Iceman’s gaze was switching between Goose and Y/N. He picked up the tension in his classmate’s face and the way Y/N was clearly favoring her right hip. He could make out the puckered skin of fresh scar tissue and it caused questions to bubble inside his head. What had caused that? Is she prideful enough to keep playing even though she is clearly struggling? Iceman almost snorted. Of course, she would. She was Maverick’s friend.

Casting a glance at his RIO, Iceman nodded once in Y/N’s direction before leaping up and setting up the ball for Slider to snag the game winning point. Y/N and Goose moved to intercept but just barely missed the ball before it slammed into the hot sand. “And that’s game. Seems like we won 2 out of 3, Y/N.” Ice couldn’t help the cocky tone that entered his voice or the automatic puff of his chest as he gazed at the woman who had snagged his attention.

Y/N could only shake her head in disbelief but also felt the initial stirring of admiration. So, Iceman was more than just a pretty face and cocky attitude of a pilot.

“So, you did, Popsicle Man. Guess I will be seeing you boys later at the Hard Deck. Don’t worry – I won’t take forever in front of the mirror AND I’ll be nice and get you something stronger than the fruity drinks I know you boys so enjoy and love.”

Iceman quirked a brow before shaking his head with a laugh, “Don’t forget that your day tomorrow is mine. Let’s see if you’re more than all bark, Tweety.”

“What did you just call me?” Y/N took a step forward, her face taking on a rosy hue and her hands clenching and unclenching as she imagined tackling the infuriating pilot. How had she admired him only a second ago?

“Tweety, short for Tweety Bird. You seem all sweet and innocent, but we all know you’re not. You’ll grow to like it. Well, as much as you can grow.” Laughter came from the gathered people and even Goose chuckled at the now dubbed ‘Tweety.’

“Vogue. You’re going to die. Not today, not tomorrow but sometime in the near future. Goose, shut up before I tell Carole you bullied me today and she doesn’t ask you to take her to bed.” A few “Ooos!” came from Hollywood and Wolfman as Y/N turned and tried to stomp away from the gathered men. She made it a few steps before her leg started to buckle and she had to grab Goose for support. As she steadied herself, she met first Goose then Iceman’s eyes before turning away stubbornly. She didn’t want to see the questions or the pity in their eyes. “I’m fine. Let’s go.”

“Honey! Come tell Sprite to stop being stubborn for once and accept some help.” Goose called out to his wife as he watched his sister-in-law stubbornly limp upon the stairs to the house he had been provided by the Navy.

There was a sound of scampering feet before a small head of blonde hair poked around the glass door and the eyes of the gosling locked onto his aunt. “Auntie! Are you huwrt? Did Dad push you down the stairs again? OOOOoooo you’re in trouble Da. Momma is gunna wash your mouth out with soap! And then she won’t give you any of the chocolate chip cookies and I will get more and and....” 

Y/N laughed as she scooped up her nephew and hugged him tightly to her chest. “Yeah Goose. No cookies for you AND an extra helping of dawn.” y/n mocked and widened her eyes dramatically. Goose was tempted to stick his tongue out at his sister, eyes narrowed dangerously but his face cleared instantly when Carole Bradshaw appeared in the doorway.

“Did I hear Gosling say you pushed y/n/n down the stairs? With her bad hip? Nick Bradshaw! I know your ma taught you better than that!” With laughter in her voice and eyes, Carole tried to appear stern as she held one hand to her hip and the other wagging a finger at her husband.

“Daddy’s in big trwouble.” 

“Yes, yes he is. Let’s make a run for it. I heard something about cookies...” Y/N whispered conspirately as she and Bradley made an escape for the kitchen and away from the scene of the crime. “Y/N: 124. Goose: 1.”

Y/N and Bradley had managed to eat four cookies apiece before a mussed Carole and Goose made their way into the kitchen. Her sister was quick to narrow her eyes at the two cookie thieves as they tried to appear innocent, crumbs littering clothes and chocolate staining Bradley’s cheek. “Did Goose get dish soap in the mouth?” y/n smirked, which prompted an eyeroll from Goose. 

“He sure did. Remember that Gosling - boys who are mean to girls will get dish soap in their mouth and a good scolding!”

“Yes mama. If I be good, I get cookies. If I be bad like daddy, I get yucky soap.” 

“Hey! I’m not that bad! I swear it was all Sprite this time! She bet against Iceman and lost. You know how your auntie gets when she loses.”

At this, Gosling and Carole both nodded their heads. Y/N was a horrible sore loser. Her competitiveness knew no bounds - even against poor Gosling which earned her quite the ribbing from Maverick and Goose alike. 

“What did you bet against this time y/n?” Carole asked as she begin to pull out the lasagna she had been heating in the oven. Y/N was quick to narrow her eyes at Goose as she started to say “Well, I have to buy everyone a drink at the ba-” before she was interrupted. 

“She has a date. Tomorrow. With Maverick and I’s sworn enemy! The betrayal. The horror! The poor fool.”

“It is not a date! I just have to hang around for a few hours, finagle some food and then run away the first moment he looks away.”

“A date?! You actually agreed to a bet with a date on the line?! Nick, tell me all about him. Y/N hasn’t been on a date in years. What does he look like? What’s his favorite color? How tall is he? Will y/n walk all over him? Does he sing? You know the Bradshaw tradition!” As Carole got more and more excited, y/n sank lower into the seat she had next to Gosling. Fucking Goose.

As Goose attempted to answer all the questions rapid fired his way, Bradley couldn’t resist putting a sticky finger to his aunt’s cheek. “Is ok Auntie. You win next time. And then we can go get ice cream and fly in Daddy’s jet.”

“Of course, Gosling. Anything for you.”

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[pinkluvrr]

“Play”Fighting with Aomine Daiki

First actual post lol 

• This man is 6’4 and cocky as hell. I promise you, he will not hesitate to go all out on you

• and by that i mean body slamming yo lil ass onto the nearest piece of furniture he can find. There has been MULTIPLE occasions where he has gotten the silent treatment for bringing you down a little to hard. He will apologize profusely but its fun to see him all upset so you keep up the angry act for a little longer than necessary.

• “Baby I swear i didn’t think yo head would land right there.”

• “…”

• “its not my fault you got a big ass forehand that defies the laws of gravity.” he whispered.

•  You don’t think your head has ever swung around so fast. “SEE THATS WHAT WE NOT ABOUT TO DO!”

•  “OH SO NOW YOU CAN HEAR!?”

• He sometimes just starts poking you out of nowhere just so he can get a reaction out of you. This usually ends badly for him.

• He is SO unfair when you guys tussle. For example: he’ll tickle you just when you start beating him, sending you into a laughing fit.

• One day he completely crossed the line…

• You were sitting on the couch when you heard quick and heavy footsteps coming your way but you just assumed it was your boyfriend having one of his energy spurts.

• Suddenly a blur passed by the back of the couch and the next thing you knew you bonnet was no longer on your head.

• ikyfl… is this nigga for real?

• you heard giggling in the distance and the heavy footsteps retreating.

• You were off the couch chasing after him within a matter of seconds screaming profanities.

• “YOU THINK YOU CUTE, HUH?!” “GIMME BACK MY SHIT” “THIS IS SOME TOP NOTCH COONERY”

• He looked back to expect to see you laughing along with him, but instead he saw nothing but a look a pure rage covering your features.

• ohh i fucked uppp..

• He thought about just giving it back to you but that would probably end in him being 6 ft under.

• He decided to just suck it up and hoped to get a nice casket. When he looked back he had expected for you to stop running, but chile was he wrong.

• Being the drama queen he is he exaggerated the entire situation in his head🙄

• She was at least four feet in the air. At that very moment I heard the heavens call upon me. She was on me in seconds with her hands around my neck. I couldn’t breathe. She was yelling a lot but I couldn’t hear her due to the lack of oxygen I was receiving. There were hits coming at me from every angle. At this point I knew i wouldn’t live to see another day. Next thing I knew I was seeing stars and then…black.

• “Hello?” “aomineee” “WAKE UP”

• “Baby?…”

• “Hi my love, i don’t know what kind of drugs you took to think that what you just did what in any way, shape or form acceptable. But let me tell you now that if you EVER try that bullshit with me again I will send you to meet your maker, got it?

• “Y-yes mam”

• “Now, I expect dinner on the table by seven to repay for the trauma you have caused me”

• “YOU!?”

• “bitch is there a problem?” you had an unexplainable look in your eyes.

• this bitch crazy.. “N-no, not at all.”

• “Yeah that’s what I thought. Now I would hurry with that dinner before shit start getting domestic”

• He stood up quickly “It’ll be done by 6:30 i promise my love”

• “Yeah ok.” You sashayed away with your bonnet in your hand.

• “Despite the homicidal tendencies she is still fine as fuck” he made sure to keep his voice down incase you heard him.

• Dinner was done at 6:25 that day and Daiki Aomine made sure to NEVER touch any of your hair accessories ever again from that day on

[boredfangirl16]

Chain of Lies

Days Past: Idris, 1899

TW: mild bullying

Thomas saw the boy before Christopher, or Matthew, or their newcomer, James, did. He had dark features, unlike most of the other boys at the Academy. With his black hair, smooth brown skin, and chocolate eyes, he stood out like a sore thumb. Yet Thomas couldn’t help, but think that dark features was a beautiful combination.

It wasn’t until after he had looked the boy up and down, multiple times, that he shook his head in confusion. Why was he so fascinated with him? None of his friends had even bothered to look in his direction. That is, until he came over. 

“Yes,” Matthew said. “Of course. Jamie, I can see that as a fellow admirer of Oscar Wilde—.”

“Uh,” said the boy, who approached from the left. “You new boys have barely been here five minutes, and all you can find to talk about is some mundane who got sent to prison for indecency?”

Thomas knew he was staring, but no one seemed to notice, or care.

“So you know Oscar Wilde too, Alastair?” Matthew asked. 

That’s right, his name was Alastair Carstairs. His family was known to move from place to place quite often. There were also quite a few nasty rumors about his father as well. He also had a younger sister. She had red hair, if he recalled correctly. He had briefly met them both at a party in Paris the previous year. 

“I know of many mundane criminals,” Alastair said, his voice like ice. His chin in tilted up, so it seemed like he’s looking down upon every boy there. His posture was rigid and his mouth was turned into a cocky sneer. “I read the mundane newspapers to find hints of demonic activity. I certainly don’t bother reading plays.”

There was a slight shift in his eyes, as he looked back to the two boys standing beside him. Both of them nodded their heads in approval and his shoulders relaxed, just a smidge. It almost seemed like he was looking for their approval. 

Matthew laughed in their faces. “Naturally. What use do sad, unimaginative little people have for plays? Or paintings, or dancing, or anything that makes life more interesting. I am so glad to be at this dank little school where they will try to squeeze down my mind until it is almost as narrow as yours.”

He patted Alastair Carstairs on the arm. Thomas almost wished it was him talking to the other boy. He seemed rude, but there was something about him. Something that Thomas couldn’t quite place. 

He realized he was staring again and quickly looked around in a brief panic. The sky was an awfully interesting shade of blue that day. 

“Run along now,” Matthew suggested. “Do. Jamie and I were talking.”

Thomas really hoped that Alastair didn’t listen to Matthew. He wasn’t quite sure why at the time, but it was like there was an invisible string pulling him to the other boy. A peculiar fascination. 

Alastair laughed sharply. “I was only trying to give you young ones a little guidance about the way we do things in the Academy. If you’re too stupid to take heed, that is not my fault. At least you have a tongue in your head, unlike this one.”

He turned and glared at James, who just sat there with his mouth wide open. 

“Yes, you, the one with the peculiar eyes,” Alastair snapped. “What are you gawping at?”

Thomas looked over and noticed that James did have weird eyes. They were almost a yellowish shade. It must’ve been a result of his mother’s heritage. 

“I—,” said James. “I—.”

“What’s your name?” Alastair asked. 

“H-Herondale.”

“By the Angel, his eyes are awful,” said one the boys who stood near Alastair. His shoulders relaxed once more. 

“Yellow. Just like a goat’s.”

“I don’t—.”

Alastair eyes darted to the side. “Don’t strain yourself, Goatface Herondale. Don’t try to speak. You and your friends could perhaps cease obsessing about mundanes and try to think about little matters like saving lives and upholding the Law while you’re here, all right?”

His eyes met Thomas for a split second and the small boy wondered if he too would be given a rude nickname by the end of the day. He didn’t say another word and walked away with his friends. They cackled as the word ‘goatface’ was spread through the crowd like wildfire. Thomas frowned when he saw the look on James’s face. It was of utter defeat. 

Matthew laughed. He had no sense of self-awareness. “Well. What an—.”

“Thanks so much for dragging me into that,” James snapped and walked far away from the group of kids that had formed. 

“What was all of that about?” Christopher asked innocently. 

“Some bully thought he could get the best of us,” Matthew said with a shrug. 

“But he did,” Thomas pointed out. “James ran away and everyone is calling him goatface.”

Matthew waved a hand dismissively. “He’ll come around.”

Thomas sighed deeply. It was going to be a long school year. 

About a week later, Thomas was walking through the halls with his hands full of books. The stack was almost as tall as him. Not that it said much, he was short for his age. The last class of the day had just finished up and he was rushing to find Christopher. If that boy was left to his own devices for more than half an hour, there was bound to be an explosion. 

He ran straight into someone and everything in his arms flew.

Thomas looked up and saw one Alastair Carstairs. His eyes were wide with surprise and his normally hard face, softened. It changed back in mere seconds, but Thomas knew he saw it. 

“I—,” stammered Alastair. He looked around cautiously and started sorting Thomas’s books into a neat pile. “Don’t you ever repeat a word about this to anyone else.” He blew a strand of hair out of his eyes. “Did you hit your head when you fell?”

“No,” Thomas said stupidly. 

His heart beat fast, as their hands brushed against each other when picking up the same book. Their eyes met. Alastair was the first to break eye contact. 

Thomas stood up with his newly fixed pile of books. It felt impossibly light. 

Alastair brushed off some nonexistent dust and seemed to notice that Thomas hadn’t left nor stopped staring at him. 

“What are you staring at?” He snapped.

Thomas forcefully pushed out his words. “Why are you so rude to everyone?”

“Excuse me?” His voice lowered, more defensive than anything else.

“Do you have a reason for your cruelty?” Thomas asked. He didn’t know where this boost of courage was coming from. “James hadn’t spoken a word to you, but you humiliated him in front of everyone, giving him that dumb name. Why?”

Alastair looked a-taken back. His eyes cast downward. “I’m just a cruel person. I enjoy the looks people give me when I cut them down to size.”

Thomas knew he should’ve just taken that answer and left. There was no reason for him to believe there are anything redeemable about Alastair Carstairs, but he couldn’t seem to let himself believe that. 

“I don’t believe you.”

“And why should I care?”

Their eyes met once more and Thomas could’ve sworn he saw something besides contempt in his features. It seemed entirely impossible for such a thing to be true, but he was convinced. After spending most of his childhood watching other children play while he was sick inside, he learned a thing or two about their tendencies. Alastair wasn’t like his friends. He looked to them for approval, something they never did. There must’ve been a reason for that.

“Because I wish to be your friend,” Thomas said with all the courage he could muster. 

Alastair chuckles. “That’s amusing.”

“I’m not joking. I can be very persistent.”

“I bet you can, but trust me when I tell you this. You don’t want to be anything like me, best to stay as far away as possible.”

Thomas frowned. “I’m not some kid. I’m the same age as you. Treat me like you would Matthew or James.”

“Are you asking me to make fun of you? That’s a first,” Alastair pointed out. His face was judgmental, but not cruel. 

“I want to be your equal.”

Alastair stared at him and for a moment he thought he made a terrible mistake. Perhaps there was nothing behind those eyes. Thomas was too kind for his own good. 

“You can certainly try,” Alastair said. “You better learn to walk faster, half-pint.”

His words weren’t harsh, it almost sounded like a joke. 

Thomas smiled.

“When you said you were persistent, I didn’t think it would be this bad,” Alastair said as he sat on top of the roof. His heels were dug into the tiles and kept him from falling the how many stories down. The stars were out and the sky was dark. Everything was as quiet as can be. “I could push you off this roof and no one would even know who killed you. Ever thought of that?”

Thomas’s eyes went wide, but he continued climbing out of the window. It was too late now. After weeks of following Alastair, he had finally found out where he disappeared to every night. The roof of all places. 

A book sat on his lap. “What are you reading?” Thomas asked, still standing. 

“Did you simply ignore my threat?” Alastair asked. Thomas shrugged. “It’s called The Prince by Machiavelli. You wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“Why do you say that?” Thomas sat down. 

“It encourages people to be cruel and terrible leaders. Doesn’t seem like something you would read.”

“Then why do you read it?”

Alastair looked over at Thomas and his heart stopped. His features were no longer as harsh whenever they were alone. He was still standoffish, but Thomas could feel himself wearing away at the older boy’s defenses. What they had could almost be called friendship. Almost. 

“It was suggested to me, by a—a friend,” Alastair said. His voice had a weird twinge at the end.

“I thought you said you didn’t have any friends. That you have no need for them,” Thomas said repeating his words from one of their encounters. 

“I suppose I did,” he said. His head was tilted up at the sky. “But he’s different.”

Thomas knew Alastair wasn’t talking about him. He never had even heard of The Prince, but he wished that he was that boy. The look in his eyes was something else. 

It was strange. Thomas had friends, but he was so desperate for Alastair’s attention. He had never felt this way about anyone else. Not even Christopher who he considered to be the closest thing he had to a brother. His pulse quickened and his heart beat fast in his chest whenever Alastair was around. 

“Who is he?”

There was silence. Thomas thought that he wouldn’t respond. 

“You’ve surely met him before, but I can’t tell you his name. He’s older than us, much more mature. He’s above all of these childish studies and social hierarchy,” Alastair said. He seemed to be in a far off place. “He wishes to be consul. I believe he could do it.”

“Then why did he suggest to you a book about terrible ruling techniques?”

“He says that I need to keep my mind open to all sorts of government practices and theories,” he said as if rehearsed. “You can’t just ignore or forget the bad things. They exist too.”

Thomas nodded, but he thought it was strange. There was a pang in his chest seeing the far off look on Alastair’s face. Someone figured the boy out and it wasn’t him. 

“What do you want to do when you leave the Academy?” Thomas asked. 

“I’m going to go on my travel year early. After that I’m not sure,” he said. His words turned harsh quicker than Thomas thought possible. “As you know my family doesn’t stay in one place for long. Not that you would ever understand the feeling.”

“Whatever does that mean?”

Alastair raised an eyebrow, “You are a Lightwood. You’ll get to go and do whatever you wish. Just the say the word and your loving family will come rushing to your side.”

Thomas didn’t quite know how to respond to that. It felt more personal than he let on. 

“And you are a Carstairs. Don’t act like your family isn’t influential.”

Alastair looked over and he seemed murderous. Thomas stood his ground, even as Alastair snarled. Unless the other boy was willing to share whatever his problem was, Thomas had done nothing wrong. 

“You have guts,” Alastair said. “I’ll give you that.”

Thomas smiled to himself. 

“But things aren’t as simple as that. Not that I care to share why.”

Thomas rolled his eyes. Every step he made was combatted by some witty remark used to cover up Alastair’s insecurities. 

“You could just be kind for once, you know. There’s no one here to impress,” Thomas pointed out. 

Alastair looked at him and laughed. “I would expect nothing less from you pip-speak. I’ve already told you there’s nothing redeeming about me.”

“And I still don’t believe it.”

Alastair smiled. An actual genuine smile. One that reached his eyes and showed off his dimples.

“You never will.”

Then it fell from his face and Thomas desperately wanted to say or do something to keep it there. It was too late and the mask fell back over Alastair’s face. Yet when Thomas looked at him and those caramel eyes of his, he noticed something. The happiness disappeared and left behind it’s opposite. Sadness is what has been hiding behind Alastair’s facade. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before. 

He didn’t even realize that Alastair had gotten up or that there was an arm reaching out to him. 

“Do you want help up or not?” Alastair demanded. 

Thomas took his hand. It was warm and calloused. His grip firm as he helped Thomas up to his feet. Red crept across his cheeks. 

“Thank you,” Thomas said in a soft voice. 

“Only for you, you hear me? No one else is to go around following me and insist I be kind. Alright?” 

Thomas’s heart leapt out of his chest.

“Of course.”

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[imaginedreamwrite]

I need to know more about this Johnny, especially what he does to fix the fiasco he did for the birthday

Especially with this little worm Jordan

Johnny was an idiot, he’d heard that many times in his life and he truly felt it now. He was an idiot who had spent his baby’s birthday screwing two women while she was taken care of by another, much younger, man.

And now Johnny had to deal and see the consequences of his idiocy.

It had come warranted, yes, but the way you had spoken with Sue and Reed about Jordan and his tendency to have such a raucous and cutting sense of humour, made Johnny want to throttle him.

The way you spoke about Jordan having ties to some high tech laboratory in Germany, wherein you could start a career in biochemistry, made Johnny want to hurl a scorching fireball straight toward the little cretin.

“You gotta give her a job, Reed.” Johnny had begged him, actually pleading with his brother-in-law to help keep his baby stateside. “Fuck, please offer her a job.”

Johnny tried to catch you before you left for Disney world, he had attempted to corner you to apologize profusely and offer to take you out for dinner or to a show but when he arrived at your place you were already gone.

He had called you, but you were on the plane and when he did reach you, you had ended up apologizing to him for the short notice and promised to go to the next event with him.

As if you owed him an explanation, and wasn’t that just the most blinding stab he had felt in a long time. You were such a fucking sweetheart, apologizing to him when he royally fucked up.

He was forced to sit and watch you for a week in Disney World, forced to watch Jordan creep closer to you and open you up to the possibility of a genuine relationship.

Johnny was an idiot, and he was in love.

Upon your return Johnny had offered to pick you up from the airport and as he waited for you in his sleek black Bugatti, Johnny was remiss once again to see Jordan walking out with you. He was waiting, leaning against the car with his arms crossed over his chest and his blue eyes fixed into a glare that was centred on Jordan.

“Hey sweetheart,” Johnny greeted you with a coy smirk, beckoning you over to him, “missed you. Have fun?”

“It was amazing,” you were breathtaking, a week of sun had turned you into a physical embodiment of Aphrodite and he was captivated. “Have you met Jordan?”

“Hey.” The greeting was short; clipped.

“Jordan,” Johnny’s eyes narrowed, sizing him up as the competition despite being older, wiser and richer than the man before him, “I’ve heard about you.”

“Yeah? Good things I hope?” Johnny’s fingertips turned red hot as Jordan grinned and nudged your hip with his.

“Ready to go?” Johnny questioned, tapping the remote in his hand to pop the trunk. “What do you want to do?”

“Thanks for the trip,” you momentarily ignored Johnny in favour of Jordan, “it was fun.”

“Hey next time we’ll go to Paris.” His competition had given you a hug, pointedly staring Johnny down with ire and a smirk.

Johnny growled under his breath, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist.

“I’ll call you.” Jordan had pulled away and started to leave, his arrogance and cockiness irritating Johnny with its familiarity.

“I missed you.” Johnny had crooned and set his fingers against your chin to tilt your head up, studying you. “Its not the same without you.”

“It was just a week,” your lips were turned up in a smile, and Johnny was stunned for a moment.

“A week too long, baby.” Johnny grabbed your luggage with his left hand and used his right to open the door for you. “Hungry? Let’s go to dinner, I have a belated birthday present for you.”

“Johnny you didn’t have to, really.” You sank down onto the leather passenger seat while Johnny set your luggage in the trunk and raised his head when he felt eyes on him.

He stared Jordan down as he got into his own sleek silver car, the younger man smirking and raising his hand to give him the finger.

“Paris,” Johnny seethed, “over my dead fucking body.”

[ssatoritendou]

Midnight Walk part ii.

‹‹‹Midnight Walk part i.

Pairing: hawks, keigo/reader

Keigo Takami

Word count: 4.7k

+ summary: Hawks gets you a job as his hero costume designer. As he is preparing to go undercover he ask you for a big favor.

Genre: fluff, angst

Warning: n/a

“A little birdie told me you aren’t working here anymore.” Your work friend said hopping into your office as you were sketching.

“What I’m getting fired?” You said shocked.

“No no. I heard a pro hero requested you personally. I heard you are being transferred to their hero design agency. Again a little bird told me.” She said through gritted teeth pointing towards the window backing out of the office.

You whipped your head outside and saw Hawks outside waving.

“Oh dear god.” You swiped your hands telling him to leave. “Go, go.”

There was a knock on your office door you turned your head to see your boss standing there.

“I see you met your client Miss. Himura.”

“Regrettably so.” You sighed putting your hand to your forehead.

“The Bakugou agency handles all of Hawks hero costume designs, you will be transferred there.” Your boss explained. “Although I heard he was difficult to work with the last designers he made it rather difficult.”

The plural term of designer was supposed to make you nervous but you knew he was difficult you’ve had a conversation with him.

“Listen, Sir, yes I know Hawks and I know it’s a big deal that the number 2 hero asked for me personally. But please don’t take offense.”

“Miss. Himura I don’t take offense to it. In fact, I’m proud of you. Just know this office is always open for you if things don’t work out with that man.” He pointed to the window, Hawks was treading the air with a bucket of chicken.

He saw you looking at him and wave with a wing in his hand.

“Is your boyfriend always like that Miss. Himura?” Your boss asked.

“What?! Him my boyfriend? Not a chance in hell!”

“I only made that assumption because of the feather on the chain. It is the same color as his.”

“Oh. Well, he gave it as a gift, he is a family member's friend. Even though it’s hard to believe that Endeavor has any friends.” You mumbled to yourself. “I should pack my things I have a feeling that half of the bucket is meant for me.” You pointed towards the window.

You grabbed a box from under your desk and started packing up the items from your office and put away your tablet. You moved out of the office as quickly as possible trying to avoid Hawks.

You were nearly out of the building when you were about to cross the threshold of the door you were met with his bright cocky personality.

“Hiya Dove. Where are you going?”

“Don’t play coy Hawks, dumb is not a good look on you.”

“I thought I was a birdbrain, featherbrain, cuckoo, peacock, featherhead, flibbertigibbet..” He began listing off remarks you have said about him.

“Ok ok. So I do think you are an idiot but I know you aren’t. Idiots can’t be in the top 10 in hero society.”

“Isn’t your brother-in-law number 1?” He asked.

You half chuckled. “That is very funny.” You put down your box and tugged on the feather on your neck.

“Ow! Hey how did you- you made my feather into a necklace?”

You dropped down to pick up your box. “Like you didn’t know the slightest pressure on the feather and felt it admittedly. It was a quick process at home, you said if I was in any danger of using it. I can’t just leave it at the bottom of my purse.”

“Yeah, I guess you are right.” He said. “My feathers can carry that for you while we fly over to the Bakugou’s.”

“Fly?”

“Yeah it’s quick and we can’t be late for our meeting.”

“Meeting?” You asked still a little confused. Without wanting to continue the conversation Hawks took it upon himself to take the box out of your hands and lifted you into the air. “ahh Hawks I did not approve of this.”

“Chill out baby bird. We will be there in two seconds. It’s not like I’m going to drop you.” He feigned dropping you, you gripped him even tighter.

“Fuck you.”

“Aww is someone scared of heights, wasn’t it your idea last night that we fly home.”

“I’m now regretting that suggestion because now you will just do it all the time.”

“Oh, you think this is like our thing.”

“Our thing? There is no our thing. And even if there was not saying there is but if there were it would be me insulting you and you just always being cocky and flirty.”

“Come on Dove you like that about me.”

“I miss the Hawks from last night. Who was nice and honest.”

He laughed. “You like me both ways come on admit it. You like that we spar in conversation and you like that I care about you.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not—”

“We are here.” He said putting you on the sidewalk.

“Oh, the sweet ground I will never take you for granted again.”

“So no more flying?”

“Not even if I was bleeding out.” You said walking into the building.

“Mitsuki this is ___ Himura. She is a close friend of mine. I think she will be the perfect person for spearheading my costume details.”

“If she can get by your standards and the heroes commission Hawks I will happily take her on. You are as nitpicky as my son was at five.” She mumbled under her breath.

“Oh, you are Katsuki Bakugou’s mother. I knew you look familiar.” You said out loud then covered your mouth. “Sorry I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” You quickly apologize.

“I’m assuming you saw the sports festival.”

“Yes and no. My nephew is in the same class as your son. Yeah, the boy he nearly killed before winning.”

“Oh my god! I'm so sorry for my son’s unbridled determination to be number one.”

“It’s ok. Because of that Shoto started getting close with the family again. We started spending more time together. Plus I’ve met your son he said I believe ‘my cooking was subpar to Fuyumi’s.’ Which is a compliment because I nearly burned down my apartment once in the middle of the night because forgot to turn the oven off.”

Hawks groaned at that comment and thought to himself, ‘she really can’t take care of herself can she.’

“That son of mine really has no manners.”

You giggled. “Mrs.Bakugou you look young to be a mother especially to a teenager.”

“It is because of my quirk I secrete glycerin that keeps my skin young.”

“Wow, that is amazing.”

“You seem young to be an aunt and even in our business.”

“My sister and I have a 20 year age gap. I went to a prestigious design school that taught hero costume design at a college level for really intense students who wanted to get ahead start. I mean our world is teaching young children how to become children fair for them to teach the hefty amount of the next generation of costume design.”

“You are ambitious for a youngster.” She laughed. “I see why Hawks likes you. Let me show you to your office and you will have an assistant. Usually, new designers have to share their assistant but since you have a special assignment you have a private assistant.” She explained getting up from her desk.

“Please Mitsuki, I will show her I know where it is well enough.” Hawks said picking up your box.

“Wow, this place is bigger than my old office and my apartment. And look at this desk it’s amazing and the lighting. Thank you Hawks.”

He was smiling and leaning up against the big windows. “I’m glad you are happy. Listen we do need to talk.”

“Oh yeah of course Bossman.”

“I need to tell you something, the reason I took the other day off was that I’m going through a transition phase of a case I and Endeavor are working on. I’m going undercover with the league.”

You dropped into your desk chair. “You are g…going u..u..undercover.” You stuttered out as you swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Trust me everything will be ok. Everything will be followed by regulations. I do have a favor to ask.”

You crossed your arms and stared him down.

“Don’t look mad I haven’t even asked you yet. I just want you to housesit while I’m away.”

“Doesn’t an empty house, sit itself?”

“I have two cats and my best friend needs I don’t want to say constant attention. But yeah she needs it and you would be a good match for her.”

“You have a best friend?”

“Yeah, Mirko.”

Your face made an oh face.“You are friends with her the rabbit hero. Who is awesome and you are you.”

He grumbled. “If she is so awesome why don’t you have any costume ideas for her.”

“Because she doesn’t need them. Her quirk is about strength and durability. Her costume executes that. Besides yours just needs a few tweaks especially since winter is coming.”

“The winter costume I usually have is in my file there.” He pointed to the desk. “But you just switched jobs you can work on that another day. So will you house sit for me?”

“Where would I sleep?” You asked.

“I have a guest room. Just warning you Phoenix and Howl like to cuddle at night. Do you like cats? I forgot to ask.”

“Yeah, I do. Why do you like cats again?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “I was human before I was part bird and it is not like they hiss at me. I taught them to like birds and ironically hate rabbits that is why Mirko can’t do it..”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “But yeah I’ll do it. Because I know why you are doing this and knowing you, you probably come to my apartment and harass me about it until you leave. And on the day you would have to leave you would bird nap me.” You booped his nose.

“That has nothing to do..”

“Oh please, when you saw my apartment last night you looked so concerned. Like a baby that got left at daycare for the first time.” You mimicked his look. “If it makes you feel better I would happily do it for your sake of mind and the cats need somebody to cuddle with at night. Think of it as a thank you gift for the job. I should get to work.”

“Nope Mitsuki knows that I needed you for the rest of the day. She thinks we are looking at my costumes at HQ but in actuality, we are going to my apartment because of high security.” He said with a cheerful voice. “You need to be fingerprinted and background checked and get a special id card. And also get you well acclimated with my cats they have to like you.”

“We can take public transport and not fly?”

“Cross my heart and hope to fly.” He smirked.

“Don’t joke about that. Come on let us go already.”

It has been two weeks since Hawks had asked you to house sit. He was still preparing things got you.

You felt your phone vibrate on your desk. As you were in the middle of drawing.

“Hi, birdbrain.”

“Stop calling me that. I’m technically your boss now, you shouldn’t do that.”

“I don’t respect you so it doesn’t matter and you would never fire me.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t?”

“No because of you fire me you would be firing another designer that would be your 11th in the past six months no company, not one designer will want to touch you with a ten-foot pool no matter your hero ranking. That and you like me too much. And Phoenix and Howl like me a little bit better than you.”

You heard him grumble on the other end.

“Okay, ‘Kay listen pack your stuff you are taking a half-day. Wait outside a car will come and you are moving in today.”

“What about my-”

“I kind of sort of broke into your apartment and moved everything already in my apartment.”

“If your home is an apartment then my home is an outhouse.”

“It is an apartment.”

“You live in a penthouse. Don’t try and argue. You have three bathrooms, an office, two balconies, a giant hall closet, and a laundry room.”

“You are bragging about my own home to me. I know what it is. Yes, it is technically a penthouse but still also an apartment building.”

“Alright, I get it. I’m going I’m going.”

“Hiya Phoenix and Howl.” You exclaimed leaning down on the floor petting their heads gently.

“Took you long enough to get here.” Hawks said from off the kitchen-den balcony.

“I had to get your ‘under cover’ villain's design.” You said tapping the box next to you on the floor. “Your daddy can be so dense sometimes.”

You felt a feather slap you in the face.

“Don’t call me dense Dove.” He growled.

“Open the box I’m kind of excited.”

He opened it, and he held the pieces out. He was genuinely impressed it was a completely diffident color scheme. Darker colors that stuff made him look not so approachable.

“Now the shirt is a bit of a tighter shirt but the material is a bit thicker and fire-resistant because of that burning guy.”

“It’s long-sleeved.”

“You have two. One is long-sleeved and the other sleeveless. Also, your goggles are now purple and you have this new material that is more flexible on your cargo pants. And more of an athletic jacket. Sewn into the jacket is a tracker plus if you move up to 70 mph in the air in the night sky you blend right in you would be invisible to the naked eye. So how did I do boss man?”

“This is impressive. I’m used to being a jokester and over cocky and kind hero that everyone wants to come up to. With this look, I might be able to look like a villain.” He laughed.

“Yeah just give them that dead look you give villains. You look so creepy when you do that.”

“I don’t look creepy.”

“Look at the mirror and pretend someone you care is being held hostage or something.”

He rolled his eyes but he indulged you.

“See you look dead inside. It gives me the chills.”

He turned his head to you and gave you a puppy dog look.

“Shoto has that look too. Or did like a few months ago before his frozen heart thawed.” You said in an overdramatized tone. “It’s ok to have that look. It strikes fear in your nemesis and gives your supporters hope that you can take the bad guy down.” You told him squeezing his shoulder blades giving him an encouraging smile.

He felt his heartbeat a little faster even swell, and his wings started to shake a little.

“So..uh you remember all the rules?”

You thought for a moment remembering every little detail Hawks told you he even pop quizzed you a few times leading up to this moment.

“Get up at 5:30 to feed Phoenix and Howl. Then do a little morning exercise and/or activity outside with them on your bedroom balcony lock after use. Make sure to give them a toy and as I am leaving to go from work. Not only do I lock the door with my key I lock it with my special keycard and fingerprint. Take the car service into work and check the I.D. and the driver to make sure every single time it is Suga. Do the same thing coming home. If I need groceries to text your assistant and she will deliver them to the apartment herself with her ID. Make sure I get confirmation that she was in the home. If Mirko wants to hang out she must come over here no outdoor excursions and if I feel I’m in any danger call her and the heroes commission. Have the shades drawn at night and make sure everything is locked before bed. Lastly, make sure Phoenix and Howl are nestled safely in bed and have access to my bathroom in case of their own bathroom needs.”

He smirked. “Ok, you passed my final test. Just in case you forget. There is a laminated reference sheet on the coffee table, kitchen counter, magnet on the fridge, taped in the glass wear cabinet, their food cabinet, one on the desk in your room and taped to your ceiling as well.”

“A little overboard?”

“Not when it comes to their and your safety __.” He grabbed your shoulders staring at you. “If I get compromised I need to know that you are safe. Of course, heroes commissions will tell you but I have these percussions not only for myself but the safety of others in my life. Just so you know the study and my room can turn into a well-armored panic room if need be. And if you are in any danger use the feather system it works. Please do not try and defend yourself you are very precious to me Dove.” He kissed your lips very lightly but affectionally.

Before you could even respond he took the box you had given him and said his last goodbyes. “I have to be going I’ll lock up on my way out and there are leftovers in the fridge. Stay home tomorrow and meet my assistant she is coming by with a week's worth of groceries. I’ll see you on the other side Baby Bird.”

It has been six months living in Hawks home and you had gotten rather used to the everyday routine of living under his strict rules.

Every day Phoenix and Howl are a joy. You even have a folder of photos and videos of them on your phone for when Hawks comes back so he can see what his feline friends have been up to.

Although having your monthly family dinners taken away from you was a drag. But FaceTiming your niece and nephews made up for it. You tried once to talk to Endeavor to see if he heard anything about Hawks but he shut you down saying it was confidential.

Mirko or Rumi as she liked to be called by her friends which she said you were!! Had visited at least 5x a week. It was nice to have that company she was so awesome even if the cats didn’t like her. You would watch trashy shows and movies some nights, have little spa nights together and even talk about her heroine days.

However, it was pretty lonely living in Hawks home without Hawks.

Every now and then you would clean up a little and find a feather. On your really emotional days, you cry a little. You never heard from bird brain. But that is a good thing right? That means his undercover work is going well that he is safe.

But then why did it bother you so much? Maybe it was because before he left he kissed you affectionately like he was never going to see you again. And the longing stares he gave you as if you didn’t notice while he joined the Todoroki family dinners. And him always being worried about you and being treated like you were made of glass by him.

It felt nice to be cared about. To matter to someone. Your parent's concern was always on Rei and her quirk-arranged marriage and their grandchildren. Then you were constantly blamed by Endeavor that it was your fault Touya’s body couldn’t handle his quirk. A battle with your own quirk and it not matching with your own body killing you if you used it incorrectly.

You longed for Hawks to be back already. Even if that meant moving out and only having to see him for those dinners and design meetings.

Was that even true though? He did kiss you. But was it even supposed to be romantic? He left you confused.

You hated to admit it, but on really bad nights you sneak into his room and put on his shirt, and sleep in there. And sometimes when sleep evaded you, you take either your own feather or the ones you have found and stroke them lightly. Knowing he can feel the sensation of your lingering touch.

You hoped he secretly thought about you too.

You and Rumi had gone to get ice cream on a, fortunately, she had a day off so you can spend the afternoon with her instead of late nights. She had gotten rocky road in a cup, you had gotten chocolate cookie dough in a sprinkled waffle cone.

“Rumi how have you known Hawks?”

She licked her spoon before answering your first question, “A few years. We debuted around the same time and we are the same age. Why are you asking?”

“Has he ever had a girlfriend?”

“No. He never has. Hawks from his childhood to now has been working hard to be the best hero he can be. He was put in a special program when he was a kid to my understanding. He tried explaining it to me but you know me in one ear out the other. Why are you asking?” She asked smirking.

“I think I might like him. For a while when I only had to see him when he came over to Endeavors for dinner. All I thought of him was a rather annoying and overly flirty new hero who might have risen to the top too quickly. But after getting to know him, he isn’t that at all. We had been hanging out and talking so much that I got to know him. Now all I can really think about is him because I’m staying in his home, surrounded by his things, I can’t even talk to him to know if he is ok, and the fact that he kissed me before he left. He didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”

She dropped her spoon on the table as you took a bite out of the ice cream embarrassed.

“My best friend kissed you and you never told me?!”

“To be fair I had only just met you after he did it. And it wasn’t like romantic. It was a goodbye kiss.”

“‘Goodbye kiss’? ___ there are two types of goodbye kisses. There are smothering kisses where it is overwhelming, the person practically shivers their tongue down their significant others throat. They are supposed to make up for all the kisses in the relationship. Then there are soft ones, that are just like a peck nothing overwhelming so it’s not all you think about. It’s supposed to make up for all the kisses not given just in case something bad happens.”

“Number 2 I guess. Rumi what if he doesn’t come back?”

She stabbed her ice cream. “Don’t say that. He’s smarter than he acts.” She took your hand. “He will be fine and then when he comes back you can confess to him.” She said smirking hoping to lift your spirits.

All you did in return was give a little chuckle while eating your ice cream.

“We should get going back home.” You told her.

It had only been a few weeks since you had your confession to Rumi that you had feelings for Hawks.

You were pulling an all-nighter on drawings and designs. With Hawks being gone you offered your services at U.A. helping in teaching support course classes. Even helping the designers that help make the winter costumes for the hero students.

It was getting hotter at night in the apartment you opened the windows in your room a crack. You had your standing desk with your night lamp all set up. You went to take a little break, you made yourself a small cup of hot green tea. You were walking back to your room stretching and cracking aching bones of working all day.

When you got in the room the drawings were on the floor.

“Shit.” You whispered as you put the teacup on the nightstand bending down picking up the papers. “Stupid wind.”

“I thought I told you to lock the windows at night Dove?” You heard a voice from behind you speak.

“Hawks?” You turned around to see the bird hero in the bed blending in with the night. “What are you doing here?”

“It is my home.” He chided back.

You walked over to the windows and shut them. “You couldn’t come in through the front door?”

“Was planning too until I saw the windows open.” He sat up from the bed.

“Are you home home?” You asked placing the papers back on the desk.

“What happened to your neck?” He asked.

He had been referring to a bandage on your neck. You had been stretching yourself possibly too thin. Your quirk activated on its own and ice burns had formed on your neck and your arms.

“Just a little accident.” You laughed it off. “Hawks don’t worry about it. You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah, I’m back. I did my job undercover, thanks for the fire resistance clothes that helped a lot. Don’t tell me not to worry about you.”

You huffed a little. “Maybe I stretched myself too thin, I’ve been working on some extra projects. I think I passed out at my desk at U.A. Shoto found me and got me to the nurses' office there. They said I needed rest.”

“Why aren’t you listening to them?”

“Because I need to get these things done.”

“Your mental health is more important than some assignments.” He rubbed your shoulders.

“Why did you kiss me before you left?” You asked crossing your arms.

He cleared his throat and moved away from you afraid we’re uncomfortable around him.

“Just in case.”

“Just in case you died? Come on Keigo be honest.”

“Yeah in case I died. I really like you ___. You make me question my ability to be a hero. I know I’m reckless about my own life when I’m out there but for some reason when I think about you I’m trying to be careful as possible because I know you need me.”

“You shouldn’t do that. Those people need you more than I do.”

“Why can’t you accept that someone cares about you!” He exclaimed grabbing your shoulders. “Damn ___.” He huffed.

“I never said I didn’t like you. It’s just weird. I’m used to passing by everyone’s radar. I’m just a blip in their life. I don’t matter to my parents, my extended family I’m just a kid to them. Then you came along, I just don’t get it.”

“What don’t you get?”

“Me. Of all people me?” You asked.

“Why does it matter. To me, you matter. Do you like me too?”

You swallowed and scratched your head, turning away. “I..I think I might. I missed you a lot while you were gone.”

He pursed his lips. “Yeah, I know. Playing with my feather at night and I’m guessing you found the ones I shed because sometimes I could feel you playing with more than the one.”

You laughed embarrassed you began to rub your eyes.

“I want you to stay here. It is much safer than where you lived before.”

“What would that mean for us?”

“I want to take it slow. You can stay in this room. We can work it out what we are as time goes on.”

“I think I can live with that.” You leaned up and peck his cheek. “You should go shower you smell horrible.”

“And you should get to bed.” He flipped his wrist around to see the time. “It’s already past midnight. Why are we always more truthful past midnight?”

“Nothing good happens after 11 pm is what I’m told.”

“Nah not with us.” He laughed walking back towards the doorway. “Woah this place is so clean. Cleaner than I’ve seen it.” He shouted waking down the hallway.

You laughed pulling the sheets back to get comfortable for the night. You felt your feather stroke your cheek. As you were laying down a bunch of them came above your head making a heart shape.

“Keigo!”

“Ok, ok, I get. Going to shower you going to sleep.” He shouted back defensively calling back the feathers.

You rolled over. “Jesus what have I gotten myself into.”