#He had such a sweet tooth. He laughed so loudly. He used to lean over people when talking with them

[longagoitwastuesday]

Going through the Utahim.e tag had me checking several times if at some point I had clicked on the G.ojo/Utahim.e one instead

[powerfultenderness]

neighbour!könig’s reaction when he sees a guy walk out of your apartment . need your thoughts on that

omg, the man is gutted! Absolutely heartbroken! Especially after you asked to sit on his couch like that! 😆 He gets jealous but if you aren't technically together, then he realizes that he doesn't have a right to be so jealous and is a little overwhelmed with sadness!

So, last night König deviated from my outline! How very rude of him. But despite a power outage this morning, he was all over this and provided some fluff of the hurt comfort variety!

Even before he joined the military, he was an early riser. The sun was just starting to rise when he stepped out of this flat and heard the door to your flat open. He turned, smile already lighting his eyes, when instead of seeing you, there was a man. He had a slender but muscular build; the sleeveless workout top he wore gave plenty of proof of the man’s definition. The man, taller than you, shorter than him, looked at him a little warily, good. The man gave him a subtle nod as if to greet him then went down the stairs ahead of him. 

A sense of smugness, along with the sinking feeling in his stomach at the thought of you with another man, washed over him as he noticed how quickly that man moved, how quickly he tried to run. König’s long stride made it easy to keep up, though, and he was only a step behind as the guy exited the building. He watched as the man practically sprinted to… guest parking. That was it then, you had had an overnight guest, a man. And König found himself jealous. 

-

He tried to ignore the bitter, pitiful, sensation that plagued him all day, but was not very successful. What was he supposed to think of when thoughts of you led to the sad reminder that you had chosen someone else? He certainly shouldn’t be thinking about using the man’s license plate number to find out more about him, where he worked, for instance. 

Now on his way home for the evening, climbing up the stairs to his flat, beer and food in his hands, he was met with another painful sight. The man was back, leaving again apparently, and you leaned forward, pressed your lips to the left side of his face, then again to the right side. 

“Alright, be careful!” You bid the man good night, “text me when you get home.” 

König wanted to sigh, he pouted underneath his hood. The way you had the capacity to care for others so much was one of the things he liked about you, but right about now, he wished you only cared for him.

“Oh! Hi, König!” You caught him before he could enter his flat.

He looked at you and tried to smile, but even he could tell it didn’t quite meet his eyes. "Hello."

“I have something for you!”

“Me?” You nodded, “hold on a sec, let me grab it!”

He unlocked and left his door open while you disappeared for a second, just so he could put his groceries down. You came back, knocking on the open door, with a plastic food container and a smile adorning your face.

“Come,” he invited you in, his prior sorrow temporarily forgotten at your friendly disposition. Friends, yes, maybe friends was ok.

“Liliana wanted you to have some cake! She said after all that candy you bought, you must have a sweet tooth!” 

He took the offered confection and set it down on the table, next to his beer. “It’s her birthday?” 

“No. She had this big performance today. The whole family gathered at my sister’s place to congratulate her. The place was pretty crowded, with my parents there too, so my brother stayed with me last night.” 

König blinked. “Your…brother?” Now that he thought about it, the man did bear a slight resemblance to you…

“Mmhm.” You nodded then tilted your head, “what’s up with you? Everything ok?” The man was your brother! 

König let out a loud and boisterous laugh. “Everything is perfect! Please thank the little mouse for me!” 

“Mouse?” You scoffed, “wait till you get to know her.” You’re pretty sure she loudly told you to take a slice of cake to your “nice neighbor man” to embarrass you in front of the family, little shit. 

He laughed again, “I would like to!” Because that would mean you incorporating him into your life even more! “Will you eat with me?” He asked once his chuckling faded.

“Well, I’ve had my fill of cake, but I’d love to hang out.” 

Oh, he’d love that too!

[More neighbor König]

[babygirl-riley]

Imagining a reader insecure and overwhelmed with her acne and ghost comforting her. It’s a need 😭😭 (felt really insecure about mine today)

Insecurity

Simon stood outside of the bathroom door hearing you crying about some sort of breakout

“Tell me, is something wrong? Of something’s wrong, you can count on me.”

A/N: OMG I am so sorry that you felt insecure that day! Hopefully you feeling better! Little short but hey short and sweet! 🖤🤭

Warnings: talks about insecurities, soft!simon, TOOTH ROTTING fluff, swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

“Love it can’t be that bad.” Simon stood at the door for about 20 minutes. You haven’t had a breakout for a couple of months now. All the routines and meds couldn’t keep it down. And you thought you had it.

You were not only embarrassed by the fact that you have been crying for 20 minutes about your breakout. But Simon being right outside of the door. You text him an hour ago stating that you weren’t going out tonight. It was a small dinner date you both wanted to go to but now with the zits covering certain parts of your face. You refuse. Especially the one spot in the middle on your forehead.

Fuck even fucking the Moon could see it. You have been picking at it for hours trying to make it look less angry. You sighed as you looked at the bottles making sure you got the right brand of skin care. Everything was how it was suppose to be. Tears welled into your eyes as you slammed the bottle back into place.

“It looks so fucking gross and it won’t leave,” You said loudly as you stared at the bump that laid on your forehead. “And it’s right in the damn middle! There is nothing that can make it better! And on top of that everything is suppose to be in the cabinet!”

Simon frowned, he knew this was your biggest insecurity. He felt terrible you thought that a zit made you feel ugly or sad. However, he understood, he used to get them all the time as a teen. Making him feel self conscious about how he looked with them.The thing he more sympathized with was that you had more sensitive skin though. Yes you had it since late junior high all the way to adulthood.

Simon went to sit on the bed as he waited for you to come out. He leaned on his knees as he waited for you to come out “You can’t laugh Si.” You said, he heard your voice crack from another sob to leave your mouth.

Simon half smiled, he would never, you knew that. “Baby I would never. Let’s see the bugger.”

You opened the door slowly until you had it opened enough to see you. You were looking down as he got up and walked to you. You almost forget every time how tall and bigger he is, until he is towering over you. You loved the feel of your neck looking up at him. It brought butterflies in your stomach and chest. He gently grabbed the bottom of your chin, lifting your face so your eyes land in his.

His heart stopped for a moment to see that you have been crying, for a while. It never made Simon happy when you cried for not good reasons. Simon frowned as he looked to your pimple, examining it. It seemed small to him, little bump on the middle of your forehead. Definitely showing that it was irritated, red around the area. “It doesn’t get this bad unless my period is going to start and it’s just so big and ugly. I just don’t want to go out and have people look. And I…”

Simon placed a finger against your lips. “Shh, lovie it isn’t that bad. Have ya been pickin’ at it?” He noticed the small cut that was left on the side of it. You frowned and nodded your head. You had a tendency to do it when you were nervous or irritated that you had one. “‘Ight sit down, on the bed.”

You did what he told you to do, softly planting yourself on the bed. All in the while he leaves the room, you sniffle as he walked back in a bag full of things. “‘M not sure which one you used last time so I bought one of each,” He opens the bag filled with face masks, pimple cream, moisturizers, and scrubs. Your eyes widen as you stare back up at him. “I just noticed what you use once peekin’ now. Luckily that is in there.”

You looked back into the bag, at the face masks and scrubs, first reading each label to see what would help your skin. “You are going to return the rest yes?” You asked softly as you placed the ones that were good for you aside.

“Yeah, if ya can’t use them then I will.” He said softly watching you pull each item you could use.

“And if I ask for you to do a mask with me would you?” You smirked up at him pulling one that had a Lavender scent to it.

Simon looked at it, staring for a moment. Never has he done it before let alone really wanted to. However, with your beautiful self asking for a joint face mask time. He couldn’t resist. “Of cou’se lovie.”

You bite your lower lip. “Can we just stay in and do a small spa?”

Simon chuckled caressing your cheek softly, having his thumb rub your cheekbone. “I would love to. Pizza or Chinese?”

You giggled as you kissed his palm. “Oh pizza baby!”

[meowmeow-motherfucker]

Vetrnaetr (A Covenant Halloween Special)

Summary: Seasons are changing in Asgard, and Claire is determined to embrace the traditions of her new home while sharing some of her own with the people of Asgard.

Pairing: Loki x OFC Claire Fisher

Word count: 4k (prepare drinks and snackies as always)

Chapter warnings: Loki using seidr to frighten children (and Fandral), tooth rotting fluff, flirting, kids in cute Halloween costumes

Taglist: @lokisgoodgirl @gigglingtiggerv2 @icytrickster17 @mysteriouslyfriedjellyfish @lokislilkitten @justjoanne242 @amlocked @ddmariegirl @mags-04-blog @sharris8 @meepycheep @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @the-fantasy-loving-angel @jaidenhawke @smolvenger @ladymischief11 @huntress-artemiss

Happy Halloween my lovelies! Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

Read it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60229363

As the days grew shorter and colder, preparations for the fall holiday began. Vetrnaetr, as Loki explained, celebrated the end of the growing season and the beginning of winter. Farmers had gathered their harvests, leaves were beginning to change color, and the winds had gained a frosty touch to their caresses.

Despite her excitement for the new holiday, Claire’s anticipation for Halloween also grew. She knew it would look differently now that she lived in Asgard, but now that she and Loki were on better footing she couldn’t wait to share her favorite parts of fall with him.

Today, she had strong-armed him into going to pick out pumpkins for them to carve. Back in their chambers, she had a number of scary movies on her tablet for them to watch while they carved.

“Are you certain you’re warm enough?” Loki asked as they left the city limits on their horses. Claire, delighted by the slight chill in the breeze, had opted for a cold-shoulder sweater to go with her jeans and boots. Not that Loki minded, if the appreciative looks he’d been giving her said anything. But it was nice that he asked.

“I’m fine!” Claire assured him, nudging her horse into a canter when he sped up. Now that Claire was a better rider, Loki had been surprising her with day trips whenever he had the time to escape his duties. Since the weather had turned, they’d visited a lavender field ripe with fragrant flowers, a picturesque meadow for a picnic, and a vineyard where they’d sampled delightful libations and each other.

Claire knew if they were actually trying, she would definitely be pregnant.

“We’re here.” Loki announced, pulling Claire from her daydream about their romp in the meadow. They’d slowed to a walk, their horses side by side and their knees grazing.

“Holy shit,” Claire laughed as she took in the monstrous size of the pumpkins in the field ahead of them. The cheery orange gourds were easily the size of hay bales. “Those are the biggest pumpkins I’ve ever seen!” Loki leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“Yours are prettier.” he cackled loudly when Claire slapped at him.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“You love me, admit it,” Loki grinned as he brought his horse to a stop. He dismounted easily, turning to help Claire down. “Go on, admit it.” he murmured as they stood chest to chest.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Claire smiled, fingers curling around the curve of his shoulder blade when his mouth met hers. His sweet breath invaded her senses as he deepened the kiss, his solid frame pressing her against the bulk of her horse. His arms wound around her middle, fingers finding their way to bare skin. A groan escaped him as she pulled him closer, and a throb of desire pulsed from her core. “Are you trying to distract me from the pumpkins?”

“I would never,” Loki looked the picture of innocence as he released his hold on her, fingers adjusting her disheveled clothing so nothing looked amiss. “I greatly enjoy sharing these outings with you.”

“So do I,” Claire smiled, the familiar balloon of giddiness swelling in her chest as they exchanged a heated glance. In the months since they married, their connection had grown, transforming from petty, back-handed bickering to deep-rooted intimacy and respect. Though the long-awaited words had yet to be spoken, the feelings were there. They sat between them, unspoken yet wholly known. Claire reached out to fix Loki’s collar before rubbing her hands together eagerly. “Now come on! Mama needs some pumpkins!”

~~~~

“This is a movie for children?” Loki looked at her askance as the uncomfortable jokes continued on screen. “Is it...normal for Midgardian children to say things like this?”

“Baby, you have no idea,” Claire scoffed. “This was made like thirty years ago though. Things were different back then.”

“And you complain my culture is inappropriate,” black tresses teased her neck as Loki shook his head. “We would never sexualize a child in such a way.”

“Yeah, because child marriage has never happened in your culture,” Claire scoffed. “Pass the gummy bears?”

“I ate all the blue ones,” Loki murmured as he handed her the crinkly bag. “And yes, fine, it happened. But I disagree with it.”

“I know baby. And you’d better not have eaten all the blue ones; I’ll have to kill you in your sleep.” Loki snorted as she snuggled even closer to him, snaking his arm around her as she rested against his chest. On screen, Max, Dani and Allison had just snuck into the Sanderson sisters museum.

“One of them is going to light the candle.” Loki murmured.

“Shh!”

“Look at him, he’s doing it!” Loki cried incredulously as Max lit the black flame candle. “What a fool. I hope the witches kill him.”

“Loki!”

“What?!”

“You are so catty,” Claire was already laughing as she settled back in his arms. “That’s so mean.”

“It would certainly teach him not to light enchanted candles, wouldn’t it?” Loki huffed. “I certainly hope our children are smarter than that.”

“Of course they will be. My mama didn’t raise no fool, and I certainly won’t either.” Loki chuckled as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Witches don’t dress like that.” he said flatly as the Sanderson sisters appeared on screen.

“I dress like that!” Claire scoffed.

“Why is that cat talking?” Loki paused, his quest for gummy bears aborted as he stared at the screen quizzically. “It’s that boy, isn’t it?”

“Will you watch the movie?!” Claire slapped at his hand. “And stop eating my gummy bears.”

“Our gummy bears-”

“SHH!”

~~~~

“Sooo what did you think?” Claire asked hopefully as the credits rolled on screen.

“Well...it wasn’t terrible.”

“See what I mean? The spirit of the holiday is to terrorize people-” Claire paused. “Actually, let me rephrase that: we want to terrorize them, but in a nice way. Does that make sense?”

“Like one would tell a child a scary story to make them behave?”

“Exactly! You get it,” Claire nodded, pleased with his quick understanding. “Except for Fandral. Scare the pants off him.”

“Why in the nine realms would I want to do that?” Loki asked, his nose wrinkling in disgust. Claire giggled, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. He was too cute when he made that face. Loki turned to capture her lips, threading his fingers through her hair as she settled into his lap.

“Fair point,” Claire said as she pulled back. “How about we just scare him til he cries?”

“Or messes himself?” Loki suggested.

“I like the cut of your jib,” Claire cackled. “How do we do it?”

“With seidr, of course,” Loki wiggled his fingers at her teasingly. “Although I hardly think the Sanderson sisters would make a grown man lose control of his bowels.”

“Want to watch something scarier?” Claire suggested.

“I will not watch another film like that,” Loki pointed at the screen. “Something for adults will suffice.”

“How about the original Friday the 13th, and then I’ll make you mess your pants.” Claire offered with a wink.

“Must you say it like that?” Loki chortled.

“Yes. Final offer; take it or leave it.” Loki sighed heavily, rolling his eyes as dramatically as possible.

Her husband, the drama queen.

“Fine,” he agreed. “But I get to make you a bigger mess first.”

“Done.” Claire held out her hand for him to shake, grinning when Loki scoffed.

“Will you just play the Odin-forsaken film? Honestly.”

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy,” Claire laughed, pulling up the movie on her tablet. At their feet, Mochi chirped. “Hi sweetpea. Wanna snuggle with mommy?” Mochi stretched leisurely and walked up Claire’s outstretched leg to paw at her hand for pets. Claire scritched at her little ears, stroking her soft fur as Mochi passed her by to walk up Loki’s chest.

“Hello, darling,” he said in greeting as she nuzzled her wet nose along his cheek bone. She turned in a tight circle along his clavicle, slapping him in the face with her tail. Loki sighed, allowing the small feline to finish her rotation as he knew full well she would settle. The kitten proved him right, curling her little body into a tight ball and shoving her cold nose against his neck. “Are you comfortable?” he asked with a light chuckle.

“Can’t believe she likes you more,” Claire grumbled. “Not that I can blame her, you are excellent for snuggling with.”

“Are you jealous of a cat?”

“She took my spot!” Claire huffed, even as she smooshed her face against Mochi’s sleek fur to give her kisses.

~~~~

“I like this villain,” Loki murmured as another screaming counselor was discovered dead. “He gets to the point without making ridiculous jokes. ‘I put a spell on you’,” he said mockingly. “What drivel.”

“No, he just stabs people through mattresses,” Claire snickered. “Part of the charm of old movies is that they’re campy and terrible.”

“Hmm.”

“There are other movies we can watch that are scarier. Ooooh, I know what would make him shit his pants!” Claire cackled gleefully as she pulled up Jurassic Park.

“Have I told you much I adore it when you give into your evil impulses?” Loki asked, his brows furrowing as the opening credits began. “This is a horror film?”

“Well…”

~~~~

As the official proceedings for Vetrnaetr grew closer, Claire and Loki continued their new tradition of watching scary movies. Most of the court was too absorbed in the preparations for the apple harvest, so Loki had little official work to do. As a result, he had lots of free time to help Claire plan her event to introduce Halloween to the people of Asgard.

He thought perhaps the 500 pounds of candy she had delivered from Midgard was too much, but he was more than happy to make Claire happy. If she needed 500 pounds of candy to be happy, then so be it.

~~~~

On the morning of Vetrnaetr, the court assembled for a special feast. As was tradition, Loki had explained the night before, livestock animals who would not survive the winter would be sacrificed in honor of Odin, and the gathered nobles would spend the day feasting on the harvested meat. Later in the evening, food would also be given to citizens of Asgard.

In an effort to make her first Vetrnaetr special, Claire had organized a special event in the marketplace. Vendors had been supplied with pumpkins to give out to anyone who desired them, and Claire and Loki would be attending to pass out candy. Under Claire’s direction, decorations had been put up and games had been organized.

Following the feast, Claire and Loki made their way to the marketplace with Thor in tow. Thor had declared he wished to partake in the new tradition, eager to see what Claire had cooked up.

Under the watchful eye of their parents, children played tic-tac-toe with white and orange pumpkins, tossed rings onto witch hats, and tossed bean bags into the mouths of monsters hand-painted onto boards by local artisans. Thor and Volstagg were put in charge of controlling the pinata, their deep voices lending perfectly to beastly roars and taunts. Claire had begged Loki to (gently) terrorize the children of Asgard with his seidr.

Despite wanting to help Claire’s event succeed, Loki was having doubts about playing his part. Frightening Fandral was one thing, but he was hesitant to frighten the children and risk causing an incident.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” worrying his lower lip between his teeth, Loki did not look festive at all. The marketplace was crowded with families and small children in costumes, vendors selling their goods and patrolling Einherjar.

“Everything will be fine,” Claire promised. “I promised entertainment, and this is a great opportunity for people to see you and what you can do. They’ll love you.”

“And if they don’t?”

“They will,” Claire hugged him tightly, trying her best to boost his confidence through osmosis. “And if they don’t, we’ll go home and eat candy until we get sick.”

“I already feel sick.” Loki grumbled under his breath.

“You’re gonna do great. Now go make little kids cry.” Claire gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before he could protest.

Steeling himself for the worst, Loki summoned his seidr and channeled it into a nearby pile of pumpkins. An eerie green glow consumed the pumpkins, arranging them into a facsimile of a man. A lush green velvet suit enveloped its body, leaving only the large orange pumpkin head visible. Large green leaves and spiraling tendrils sprouted from the massive pumpkin-person’s limbs as it lumbered toward a cluster of children carrying bulging sacks of candy.

“I’ve come to take candy from naughty children!” the pumpkin-person shouted, its deep and booming voice carrying across the marketplace. The children screamed in fright, but dutifully produced candy from their sacks and placed it in the pumpkin-person’s outstretched leaf. Secreting the candy away in his pocket dimension, Loki bade the pumpkin pat the children’s heads in what he hoped was a non-threatening manner.

“Thank you, Mr. Pumpkin!” one of the children said cheerfully, showing no fear whatsoever as she beamed up at the monstrous pumpkin head. A young girl of eight, she’d chosen to dress as a shield maiden- complete with makeshift vanguards on her arms and a large wooden sword strapped to her back.

“What costume is this?” the pumpkin man asked.

“I’m the princess, dummy! When I get big, I’m gonna fight bad guys too!”

“You admire her?”

“Yeah! I’ve only met her twice, but she remembered my name! She’s so pretty, and she smells nice, and she’s so strong!” While the girl spoke, Loki let the pumpkin man’s gaze drift across the crowd to Claire, who was knelt down talking to a group of children.

Gods, she was beautiful. Her face was animated, her lip paint and sparkling makeup aglow in the light from the torches. As though she’d sensed his gaze, her eyes lifted to his, and she waved happily, a broad smile on her face.

His heart skipped a beat, and he raised pumpkin man’s leafy hand to wave back.

“Are you listening?!” the girl in front of him tugged on his suit impatiently, pulling him back to attention.

“Yes, sorry.”

“Were you flirting with the princess?”

“Of course not, pumpkins don’t flirt-”

“Were too!” the little girl jabbed a finger in pumpkin man’s belly. “She’s married, so quit it.”

“Is she?” pumpkin man asked, indulging the little girl.

“DUH!” the girl cried. “She’s married to Prince Loki, and they’re in love! Everyone knows it,” the girl looked away as a woman’s voice called out. “I gotta go. Bye Mr Pumpkin!” As the girl scurried away, more children surrounded him, eager to swap candy for head pats from the fancy-suited pumpkin man.

“Wait-wait-form a line!” Loki cried in a panic as children swarmed him. The children circled him like vultures, and Loki looked to Claire for help.

“Okay kids, form a line or the pumpkin king will take ALL of your candy!” Claire crowed as she came to his rescue.

Loki had never known children to behave so quickly. Under Claire’s stern gaze, the children patiently awaited their turn to pay tribute. Some tried to be brave, others were visibly frightened, but as word spread through the childhood grape vine, more and more kids came to see the pumpkin king.

One small child was brought up by his older brothers, frozen in fright and did not move when Loki held out a leaf for candy. The other children jostled him, urging him to give the pumpkin monster some of his candy, but his wide eyes stayed locked on the pumpkins face. The pumpkin leaned over, looming large over the child with a gaping smile. Gooey pumpkin innards trailed from the pumpkins mouth as it demanded tribute. “CANDY PLEASE!”

The child screamed in fright and dropped his bag of candy at the pumpkin’s feet, crying for his mother as he took off running. The pumpkin picked up the satchel of candy, and patted the remaining children on their heads before lumbering off to frighten more children.

~~~~

As the festivities were winding down, Claire and Loki made a point to track down the poor child he’d scared. The poor boy had stayed glued to his parents side, and his parents were decidedly unhappy when the prince and princess made another appearance.

“Your Majesties- thank you for hosting this...delightful event, but we really should be going.” the boys mother fretted, attempting to hide her discomfort by fussing over the boys wild hair.

“Of course, we understand. We wanted to apologize,” Claire replied. “Part of my culture’s celebration of this holiday can sometimes be too intense- something I will work to correct in the future.”

“We brought this back,” Loki produced the satchel of candy, kneeling down to hand it to the boy. “This was my first experience with this holiday too, and I think I got a little carried away. I’m very sorry I frightened you.”

“Thank you.” the boys father said as the boy accepted the satchel from Loki.

“Happy Halloween!” Claire waved the family off cheerfully. The festivities were winding down, clean up had begun, and all she wanted to do was go home and snuggle up with her husband, a spooky movie, and wine.

Unfortunately, they had one more item to cross off their to-do list.

“Fandral?” Loki suggested eagerly.

“Fandral.” Claire confirmed, the pair sharing devilish smiles as they moved to stalk their prey.

With the coming of the late hour, most of the children had been taken home by their parents and few adults remained. They passed Thor in the marketplace, scooping heaping handfuls of candy out of the pinatas remains on the cobblestones.

Fandral was making his way to an ale house, intent on imbibing more ale now that the festivities were over.

He’d thought he was alone, but the clear sound of footsteps behind him gave him pause. Turning on his heel, he saw only buildings and the empty cobblestone street. Fandral turned back to his destination with a shake of his head, convinced he was hearing things.

More footsteps.

Fandral whirled around a second time, intent on catching whoever was stalking him.

“Who’s there?” he shouted imperiously. It was obviously some new recruits, overtaken by the princess’ infectious holiday spirit, who’d decided to prank him.

From the shadows, a man in a grey tunic and pants stepped forward. Fandral squinted, trying to make out the bastards face. It seemed he was wearing...a white mask?

“What in Odin’s name?” he muttered to himself. “Don’t you have something better to do?” he barked at the odd man. The man vanished in the blink of an eye, and a clatter to his left made Fandral flinch. He turned to see a taller man, this time in a tan jacket and a flat white mask with holes. “Stop this at once!” Fandral demanded, refusing to show that he was unnerved. A warrior showed no fear.

Fandral continued down the street, the crowded cobblestones outside his destination seeming so much further away.

A feral snarl sounded from beside Fandral, and he leapt out of his skin to see a man in a strange hat with metal claws on his hands! Fandral squawked in fear as the man stepped closer, and his hideously disfigured face came into view.

“Odin help me!” he screamed, tearing down the street in fear. He could make it to the tavern, and everything would be fine!

“I’m not sure I can do the next bit,” Loki panted, letting his illusion drop as Fandral’s feet pounded the pavement. His temples and tunic were damp with sweat, his long dark locks hanging limp and sticking to his neck. “I’ve never made anything that large before.”

“I believe in you,” Claire replied, making sure Fandral didn’t get too far. “But if you really need to stop, then you should.”

“I don’t want to, I just…I don’t think I can do it.”

“Honey, look at me,” Claire took his heated face in her hands. “It’s okay if you need to stop. But if you want to stop because you’re doubting yourself, reconsider.” Loki sagged against her, exhaustion evident in his features as she welcome him into her arms.

“You always have such faith in me.” he mumbled into her shoulder.

“Well you are the greatest sorcerer in the universe,” Claire raked her nails through his hair, nuzzling against him when he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Aren’t you?” Loki snorted, his breath warming the front of her shirt.

“I suppose my mother would not have wasted her time training me all those years.”

“Yeah, she seems like she has pretty solid judgment. So? Who’s my favorite sorcerer?” Claire asked leadingly. Loki pressed his lips to her pulse point, enjoying the jump in her heartbeat it caused. He straightened, chest heaving with his sigh.

“I am.”

“There’s the cocky bastard I married,” Claire smiled warmly. “Go now make that jagweed shit his pants.” Loki grinned, stealing a kiss from her plump lips before he stepped out into the street.

Raising his arms, Loki called his seidr from deep within and bent it to his will.

Fandral froze in place as a deep boom sounded close by. His heart leapt to his throat as the ground beneath his feet trembled with a mighty boom. Another boom sounded, then another, disturbing the water in a nearby rain barrel. The booms came closer, and closer, and closer!

How could the people down the street not hear it?

Another boom sounded, this time directly overhead. Windows cracked and shattered, the wooden rain barrel scraping against the cobblestones as the vibrations made the wood creak and groan.

“What in Bor’s name was that?” Fandral was so scared he could barely speak, barely daring to breathe as he looked to the source of the noise.

A massive creature loomed above, its monstrous body hidden behind the buildings lining the street. Bulbous eyes landed on Fandral with laser focus, yellow irises narrowing menacingly. Its jaw, wider than a boat, unhinged as the creature growled. Yellowed teeth the size of stalagmites gleamed in the low light, thick saliva trailing from its putrid mouth.

Fandral could only stare in horror as his bowels loosened. His scream of pure terror was lost in the deafening rumble of the t-rex’s roar, and he fled in terror, all thoughts of drinking forgotten.

The terrifying dinosaur disappeared in a haze of green, and Claire and Loki emerged from the shadows wearing matching smiles.

“I told you you could do it!” Claire cackled. “Did you see his face?!”

“That was very enjoyable,” Loki grinned, leaning into his wife as she hugged him. “I am very tired now, but it was worth it.”

“You did so good,” Claire praised him, kissing his sweat-beaded temple. “I’m so proud of you! Come on, let’s go home and feast on our stolen goods.”

Home.

Would wonders never cease? Months had passed and it still boggled Loki’s mind that this enchanting woman cared for him. She desired him, praised him, loved him, as easy as breathing. Without knowing it, she was curing Loki of his mindset that he was simply a burden to be tolerated.

Loki clasped her hand in his and let himself be led.

~~~~

Tucked inside their cozy blanket fort, Claire and Loki cared not one whit about the outside world. Bob’s Burgers played on Claire’s tablet, painting their enclave in pastels as they dozed. Mochi, no longer on high alert watching for the monster under the blanket, lay curled in a ball at their feet, her white belly visible to all as she snored.

“Happy Halloween, my darling.” Loki murmured tiredly as he pressed a kiss to Claire’s temple.

“Gledilegt Vetrnaetr, baby.” Claire purred, snuggling even closer under the blanket they shared. The pair fell into peaceful sleep, both enjoying visions of when they would share Halloween with children of their own.

[ladylooch]

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/737413103011102720/when-you-start-writing-again-is-there-a-time

So does Timo let Emma ride out that extra energy she has built up 🫦

Babes... I mean... come on. Yes.

Delicately and precisely, Emma puts on her night creams in their shared bathroom while Timo brushes his teeth. His blue eyes smolder at her in the mirror, watching as she rubs her oil over her chest, down into the canyon of her breasts. He exhales heavily as Emma tries to smooth out the wrinkles she can see forming in her forehead.

“You know, I didn’t have these before you.” She jokes, pointing to the faintest of creases.

“Yeah cause you never smiled before me.”

“No! I never made this face before you.” She scrunches her whole face up in annoyance as Timo laughs, almost choking on his tooth paste. He finishes his task before speaking again.

“That one is from Lio. That kid had bombs in his diapers for awhile.”

“Yeah and you want another one.” Timo runs a hand through his hair, laughing.

“Don’t talk about us having another baby when I’m about to fuck you.” He puts his hips on hers, pushing her backwards into their room. “Or I’ll put one in you.”

“I’m not done with my skincare.”

“You’re stunning.” Timo leans down to peck her lips. “You don’t need anymore of that.” He gathers up the hem of her night shirt. It’s a silk, lavender material that is soft against her skin and cool for the summer heat. Timo tosses it to the side, again nudging her backwards with his hips. He kisses her harder this time, letting their tongue tangle together as one hand goes to the small of her back to steady her and keep her close to him.

When the back of her thighs hit the bed, Emma sits. She guides her pink manicured nails into the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down his hips. His hard cock slaps against her chin. Emma chuckles.

“Forgot how big you are.” She jokes, then licks his tip. Timo reaches around the back of her neck, gathering her hair then forcing her forward.

“Use that sinful mouth for something really bad.” 

“But if you cum in my mouth how will we make more perfect Swiss babies?” Timo laughs.

“I don’t plan on coming in your mouth.” He pulls her bottom lip down, exposing her teeth. “Scoot back.” He hooks his hands into her pajama shorts, releasing them from their place on her hips. Emma bites her lip, watching him kiss up her legs just to spread them wide. “You gonna come in my mouth, baby?” He poses, tongue out right above her clit. Emma smirks.

“Yes, daddy.” 

“Fuck me.” Timo moans. 

His lips press into the apex of her thighs, greedily sucking and lapping her until she is curling up from the bed, moaning his name while she floods his tongue.

“You were so sexy earlier.” He says, nuzzling his nose against hers, then kissing her. She eagerly licks him up, connecting their tongues outside of their lips to drive home her desire.

“Hmm?”

“Standing up for Lex.” He murmurs, bringing a knee up for her to wrap one leg around his waist. “You’re so sexy when you’re mad.”

“That old bat needed to be put in her place.” Emma hisses as Timo slides into her fully. He pauses, looking down at her wide pupils and slutty, puffy mouth. He devours her lips again, wanting her all mused and ruffled and pink from him. 

“Where is your place?” He teases, nipping at her jaw, then at the sweet spot of her neck. Emma wraps her other leg around Timo, then hugs herself to him so he can roll. He hits the pillow hard. Emma braces her hands on his pecs, rocking her hips back onto him. The crude sound of her wet folds fills the room. Timo moans, loudly. “Fuck.” He whispers.

“I belong right here.” She responds.

[kyleraynermybeloved]

Wedding Day

Pairing: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x NavySEAL!Reader Summary: Your wedding day arrives and as usual there’s bound to be some playful banter with those you love. Warnings: None, tooth rotting fluff. Word Count: 903 A/N: It's my birthday and I wanted to post this fun little drabble as a gift to y'all! Hope you enjoy! TWAHF Masterlist

To say you were nervous would be a complete understatement. The nerves kept you up much later than you would have liked, keeping you groggy for the better half of the morning.

You were just glad you had Mickey’s mom to help you get prepared. Once you were finished you looked at her through the mirror as she hugged you from behind, smiling with tears in her eyes. “You look breathtaking. Just as kind and beautiful as the shy little girl Mickey had been excited to bring home for the first time.”

Your dress was gorgeous, beyond anything you’ve ever dreamed of with the beautiful necklace she had gifted you in the morning.. It was a family heirloom that’s been passed down for generations, usually to the first married woman of the family. With Mickey being the oldest of two siblings and his younger sister not planning on getting engaged any time soon, it went to you, no matter how much you declined.

A few tears slipped as you hugged her tighter to you. “Thank you so much for everything. I don’t think I’d be where I am now without you or the family, you mean the world to me.”

The remaining hour went by in a flash. The venue was decorated with an assortment of fairy lights, giving it an ethereal glow. You both had invited a handful of people, a few family members and your closest friends, wanting to have a small wedding. Mickey was beaming with joy while trying to contain his crying as you both said your vows, you were no better. His best man and best friend Reuben had subtly handed you both tissues causing your heart to soar as you thought about your now husband having wonderful people in his life that cared deeply for him.

Your first kiss shared as husband and wife had completely swept you off your feet, your friends and family cheered loudly with a few hoots and hollers coming from the back. You were so enraptured by the kiss you didn’t realize Mickey had swept you up and carried you towards the reception area. The group had followed heading to their seats as all the food was being served.

“How are you feeling, Mrs. Garcia?” Mickey beamed at you.

“Absolutely in love, Mr. Garcia.” Winking at him, you leaned over and gave him a peck. It was so easy to get lost in each other. After all, you two had practice since you were five. You had a whole life together and were ready for more, greedily taking what you could get.

“You two are so sickly cute it’s disgustingly endearing. Remind me to nausea meds when I’m around the both of you,” Reuben teased you both. He was sitting at the table next to Mickey, shoving food in his mouth with a grin.

“Oh, I second that. It was bad enough I was forced to see her read the novels he sent her but now I have to see them interact in person.” Casey, your best friend who was your maid of honor chuckled. She sipped on her drink next to you with her date on the other side hiding a laugh with her hand.

“Hey, I wasn’t that bad. And those letters were sweet.” You grumbled under your breath causing the whole table to laugh. In all honesty, you were down bad.

She raised an eyebrow at you, “Need I remind you of the events leading to your callsign, Wraith?” She had got you there, not even your loving husband knew about that.

“Nope!” You squeaked, cheeks turning a dark crimson color. Reuben gave a questioning look to Mickey who shrugged back. He knew of your callsign, just not the story of how it came to you.

“Now you have to tell us. You can’t expect us not to bite the bait you’ve just thrown at us.”

Casey opened her mouth to speak but stopped at the look you gave her, instead she shrugged. “Sorry. Lips are sealed.”

“How wonderful,” you replied dryly, shaking your head at her. The others protested, wanting to hear the story that managed to ruffle your feathers. “I promise it’s nothing too interesting. She’s just making it out to seem like more than it really is.”

“I beg to differ,” Casey said behind her glass, smirking at you from the memory but relented in the end. It wasn’t everyday she got to tease you endlessly which had been payback for all the times you’ve done it to her. But she knew her limits and didn’t plan on crossing that line lest it fall back on her.

Reuben perked up at the exchange, “You’re not getting out of it that easily, I will expect an explanation some time in the future. As for now, go have your first dance you two lovebirds.” He and Casey had all but pushed you and Mickey out of your seats towards the makeshift dance floor. 

Giggling at their antics you grabbed Mickey’s hand in yours pulling yourself into his embrace as the music played after the announcement of your first dance. 

Finally having a moment to yourselves without any interruptions before the rest of the party joins you.

You looked up at him, completely love-struck, eyes shining with emotion. “I love you, Mr. Garcia.”

“I love you more, Mrs. Garcia.” He smiles, leaning down and pulls you into a kiss.

[adelarsims]

This is Zach, a bad guy with a good heart. Uni dropout, smarter than others think, and kinder than he tries to let on.

He's rude, swears a lot, has a short fuse but is crazy loyal to people he's close with, surprisingly nice to elders because he had a grandma that loved him and was kind to him even when he behaved like shit, and back then he wasn't always kind to her so now he feels bad about that, he's really good at math, makes arm jokes that make people uncomfortable, and his go-to playlist is actually softer than you'd expect.

He's 27 years old. Closeted bisexual slightly leaning towards men without really thinking of it more than of just a good friendship (he emotionally connects with guys easier and needs a bit more time to warm up to a girl), plus he's not really romantic in general to reflect on these feelings too much. His best idea of romance is sitting on a car trunk somewhere in the middle of nowhere and eating junk food together, trash talking each other, laughing loudly and bumping shoulders.

Zach trivia:

he despises people who pick on someone way smaller or only when they outnumber someone. pick someone your own size, assholes!

there was one shy guy in school who considered zach a kind person and his friend, despite zach being a troublemaker and constantly picking up fights, and despite the fact that they didn’t hang out and barely ever talked, because when this guy talked and others started to talk over him, zach yelled at them to shut the fuck up until the guy could finish the story.

he listens to music a lot but pays more attention to the rhythm than to lyrics. lyrics can be good or a complete trash and he will still listen to it just the same if the beat is right.

about arm jokes: like when he's asked what time is it by someone who doesn't know about his arm, and he lifts his left arm up, as if he’s going to look at the time, and says, “oh shit, i forgot my watch at home”. he also uses expressions with words "hand" or "arm" in them (like "i need a hand" or "it will cost me an arm and a leg") unnecessarily often, precisely because people usually awkwardly avoid using these words around him.

he also makes up all kinds of stories about how he lost his arm, like "the shark bit it right off while i was surfing in Sulani"

but at the same time, he hates when people recognize him by missing an arm, or pay too much attention, or it's the first thing they think about him. "yeah, yeah, no arm, alright. dude, it's not my whole fucking personality!"

unlike many of my other characters with their problematic family backgrounds, zach has very normal, average family that has its communication problems occasionally but in general is loving and supportive.

he’s a huge sweet tooth but doesn’t indulge too much around others because “sweets are girls' thing” yup he has some weird gender stereotypes like that. yeah, leave him with a few snickers bars unsupervised, and see how soon he'll start stuffing his face.

was a part of math competition team at school until he started hanging out with a bunch of good for nothing dudes, so he’s like smarty smart actually. even though not many ppl care to know about that.

he was really short until late teenage years and was very self conscious about that. he was afraid that he's gonna stay short forever and had sudden growth spurt only after 18.

his full name is, unsurprisingly, Zachary, but no one ever calls him that except for his mom when she's mad and he's in for an earful.

he's had commited (ish) relationships a couple times, but usually they tend to not last. he knows that he's "supposed" to have a girlfriend because everyone else does, but he doesn't know what exactly he's supposed to feel towards her, so he mostly treated his girlfriends like his bros, and girls weren't happy about that dynamic in a long run.

i'm not sure but i think he might be aromantic or somewhere close to aro spectrum. he doesn't really understand the appeal or feel the need for love talks and illogical romantic gestures, and they don't make him weak in his knees. and while he would probably want a solid relationship, for him it's more about partnership and having each other's back through thick and thin. oh, and ofc a lot of sex. he has pretty high sex drive.

he can whistle masterfully and likes songs with long whistle solo because he can whistle along and show off (like "wind of change", "other people" or this one whistle song from "kill bill").

[just-jordie-things]

Bite Me - Mike Wheeler

word count: 4052 warnings: swearing, unedited and poorly written summary: Mike has harbored a crush on (y/n) since the day they met.  And all it takes is a run-in with Billy Hargrove for him to lose his shit and let his feelings be known. (a/n): I just randomly felt the need to write for one of my best boys

___

(y/n) (y/l/n) was a sweet girl. If you asked anyone they’d tell you how kind she is, to everyone she meets.  From giving out homework answers when someone forgot, to sharing her lunch, she’d lend a hand no matter who you were.  She was a good person, and that’s why Mike was so in love with her.

He had been ever since she’d joined the Party, back in the fourth grade.  She’d been bringing in an extra juice box and snack for two weeks, just for Will, and the four boys agreed unanimously to offer her a spot in their group.  Mike can still remember the look on her face, the wide grin that showed off her recently lost tooth, and the way she’d giggled and agreed instantly.

They taught her D&D, she was invited into Will’s fort, and taken in by Joyce as one of her own.  She was truly one of them.

She didn’t look at him like everyone else did, it’s one of the first things he’d noticed about her, and he could see it every time their eyes met.  That annoyed expression that he was used to receiving -from peers, from his parents, even Nancy, even their friends- he’d grown so accustomed to it, until he’d met her.

“Fuck you! Fuck you!” Mike was shouting, about to lunge towards Steve, before (y/n) and Dustin grabbed his arms to yank him back.  “We can’t just stay here and-”

“That’s exactly what we’re doing!” Steve shouted back, shoving a scolding finger in the younger boy’s face.  “We’re staying here, so I can keep you dipshits safe!”

Steve rolled his eyes before spinning around to leave.  Nothing stressed him out like these kids.

“Come on, we’ll figure something else out” (y/n) said quietly, and tugged on Mike’s arm a little more.  

His glare softened when he turned to her.

She nods her head off to the side, prompting him to walk off with her.  He groaned, but he followed when she pulled him towards the living room.  Her hand didn’t let go of his wrist until they were away from everyone else.

“You know nothing you could say right now is gonna make me less pissed off-”

“I know,” (y/n) giggles before he can start ranting again.  “But maybe you can just take a breath and pretend to calm down?” She hums, and she laughs again.

Mike groans loudly, loud enough that everyone in the house could hear him, before he threw himself down onto the sofa.

(y/n) just shook her head, and sat next to him.

“Steve’s just trying to keep us safe, Mike,” She says, voice just as soft, but a bit more serious now.  “He’s not doing this to make you mad, you get that, right?”

He nods, but hangs his head in his hands.

“Are you… um… upset because El’s out there?” She asked unsurely.

She had a pretty good feeling that Mike had a crush on Eleven.  He was distraught when she left, and since she’d come back (a few hours ago) he’s been extremely on edge.  Hence the pouting right now.

“I guess,” He shrugged.  “I just- I want to just-”

“I know,” (y/n) murmurs again.  “I get it”

She admired Mike’s need to help, to get involved.  He was brave, if not a little reckless as well.  But there was something sweet about his extreme need to help.  Even though she was still convinced he was only wired this way because of his crush on Eleven.

Mike looked over to her, finding that loving look on her face.  His favorite expression -maybe even his favorite thing- and it somehow calmed him down a bit.  She smiled when he hadn’t started grumbling again.

“You good now?” She asked.

“Yeah,” He sighed.  “I’ll be fine”

She grinned, and poked his cheek affectionately before getting up from the couch.  

“I’m gonna get a glass of water and make sure Steve’s calmed down too,” She told him.  “Guess I’m the only sane one around here”

He laughed a bit as she left the room.

“Steve?” (y/n) called gently as she approached her older friend.

He turned to her, an unamused, and rather annoyed, look on his face.

“You alright?”

“I will be, once I’m in a retirement home and have restraining orders placed on all of you,” He answered, making the girl laugh.  “Your boyfriend calm down yet?” He asked, and her laughter stopped almost instantly.

Steve was chuckling now at how red her cheeks were turning.

“He’s not-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, heard it before, pretended to believe it before, whatever,” He said, and (y/n) busied herself with getting a drink.  “Now’s as good a time as any to just, you know, confess.  You’re stuck here anyways”

“No I… I can’t um…” She shakes her head, staring down at the bottle of water she’d grabbed from the fridge.  “I can’t do that” She finished weakly.

Steve had known (y/n) for a few years now.  He’d met her the first night he’d hung out with Nancy in the Wheeler home, she’d been there with Mike coming up with a new character for D&D.  His first impression, as it was for all of the kids, was that she was a geek.  And she was, but she was a lot of other things too, and what stood out the most to him was her kindness.  She didn’t exactly fit in with the Party like the boys seemed to.  Not only because she was a girl, but because she was… friendly.

Mike wasn’t cruel to Steve by any means, but he was a snarky little shit that sometimes made Steve just want to-

“Why the hell do you like that little asshole so much anyways?”

(y/n) was still blushing as she shrugged her shoulders.

He’d picked up on her little crush one of the first times she’d met him.  He called her out on it right away too, luckily only Dustin had heard, and he’d laughed it off, thinking it was a joke.

It wasn’t.

“He’s such a piece of shit,” Steve said through a laugh, earning a pointed glare from (y/n).  “Obviously he doesn’t treat you the same way he treats, well, everyone else”

“No, he doesn’t,” (y/n) sighed lovingly.  

Her eyes glanced out to the living room, where Mike and Lucas were heatedly, and quietly, arguing.  She rolled her eyes at the sight, not that it surprised her.

“He’s very, um-”

“Sweet on you?” Steve supplied, earning another look, which quickly turned into a nervous smile.  “Yeah, that’s how I’d put it.  I don’t know why you’re being such a baby about it.  He obviously has a little crush on you too,” Steve said, wagging his finger around in her face.  “Otherwise he wouldn’t be such a little gentleman towards you”

(y/n) didn’t say anything else, but she didn’t have to for Steve to know how she felt.  He’d always known.  She didn’t do a great job at hiding it, but her friends, and Mike for that matter, were oblivious.

They were interrupted by a bright light shining in through the windows, bright enough that she shielded her eyes as she wandered out to the large picture window.

“Who is that?” She asked, as everyone gathered around to figure out who could show up at the Byers’ house right now.

Their question was quickly answered.

“Sinclair!”

The angry, dangerous voice sent a shiver all the way down (y/n’s) spine, before an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach.  Billy Hargrove was bad news, but him being here, right now, was even worse.

“Stay inside” Steve ordered, shoving the kids down underneath the window.

“I know you’re in there!” Billy screamed again from outside.

“Stay inside” Steve repeated, before walking out of the house.

“What the fuck does he think he’s gonna do?” Lucas asked, as everyone peeked their heads up just enough so they could see what was going on outside.

“He’s gonna fight him” Dustin said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

“He’ll lose,” Max mumbled.  All eyes turned to her, but her gaze was trained on her brother, afraid.  “He’ll kill him”

“He’ll be okay,” (y/n) whispered to her new friend.  “Steve’s a tough guy, and can throw a punch-”

“I’m not so sure he can take one, though” Max said.

(y/n) frowned, and set a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“We’ll be alright” She assured, even though she wasn’t certain what was going to happen.

Steve was now walking down to Billy, who was still yelling, but they couldn’t make out what exactly.

“What’s he saying?” Mike hissed, only to get shushed by Dustin, thus starting a ‘shh!’ war.

(y/n) only let it go on until Billy shoved Steve back by his shoulders.

“Boys!” She scolded, sitting up a little straighter as the fight outside escalated.

Just as she’d sat up, Mike grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her back down.

“You want to get seen and murdered?” He whisper screamed.  She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her sweet smile.  His brow furrowed at her smile, but he wasn’t quick enough to say anything about it, as everyone’s attention was pulled back to the scene outside.

Billy had shoved Steve to the ground, and was racing up to the house now.  He locked eyes with the Party, who all quickly leaned down as low to the floor as they could get.

“Lucas, run!” Max screamed, shoving the boy to haul ass before her brother could storm in and get his hands on him.

When the door swung open so hard it slammed against the wall, Mike grabbed (y/n) by both arms and just about ripped them out of their sockets as he pulled her upwards with him to get her as far fucking away from Billy as possible.

“We have to help Lucas!” She tried telling him while he dragged her off to the other side of the house.  “Mike!” She shoved his hands off of her, and gave him a pleading look.  “This isn’t like you, come on, he needs our-”

“Where are you, Sinclair!? Come on out!”

She ran away from Mike before he could convince her to hide.

Finding Lucas shoved up against the wall, something in her clicked.  Billy’s significantly larger framed towered over the boy, who was clearly afraid, while Billy snarled nasty things right in his face.

“Why don’t you just fuck off?” She yelled at him, before thinking through the consequences of her actions.

Dustin and Mike stared at her in shock.  She didn’t curse much, so to hear the foul word come out in her voice was… pretty out of character.

Just as Billy whirled around, likely about to send one knockout punch to her face, Lucas took his moment of distraction to knee him right between the legs.  (y/n) squealed, both hands covering her mouth in surprise.

It was then that she took Mike’s advice to run back into the kitchen, and duck down behind the cabinets so she was out of sight.  

“You’re fucking dead!” Billy howled in pain, and while every bone in (y/n’s) body told her to cover her ears, close her eyes, and stay hidden, she peeked around the corner anyways.

“No,” A different voice, a calm voice, a familiar voice, spoke up.

(y/n) had never been so relieved to see Steve in her whole life.

“You are” He finished, and took a strong swing of his fist against Billy’s jaw.

The crack that resonated made her wince, and she shut her eyes only for a moment as illy toppled backwards.  He didn’t fall, and instead swung back at Steve, starting a very violent fistfight in the Byers’ kitchen.

“Come on, you gotta move” A pair of arms encircled her torso and helped her up from the ground.  

Mike’s hands were much more gentle with her now than they had been a few minutes ago, and this time she let him bring her out to the living room, away from the fight.

Her eyes were wide with fear as she watched Billy throw Steve around the kitchen effortlessly.  It was terrifying, she felt as though she was about to see him get killed.

When he landed a rather harsh punch, right under Steve’s chin, she cried out for him.

Steve crumbled to the ground, definitely knocked unconscious.  He looked dead, though, and as the thought crossed her mind, she felt it again.  The snap.  Like an instinct buried deep was just let loose.

“You motherfucking piece of shit!” She screamed in a way that Mike, or any of them, had ever heard before, and was charging at Billy in an instant.

It was a hasty decision, grabbing the beautiful vase of flowers off of Joyce Byers’ table and throwing it full force at the back of Billy’s head.

While his head was soaked, and definitely bleeding from the shards of glass, he still managed to stay standing, and was fuming with anger as he glared down at (y/n).

“You made a big mistake little girl” He growled, and began to stalk towards her in a threatening manner.

“Bite me” She snarled back at him, followed by the rash decision to spit on him.

“(y/n) what the hell are you-!?”

Mike’s warning was cut off when Billy reached her, and she kicked him with all the force she could right in the gut.  He grunted, but it hardly slowed him down.  All she could see was red as she kicked him again, and began to throw her fists against his chest.

She didn’t have an ‘oh fuck’ moment until he grabbed her wrists in his large hands, and kept his hold so firm that tears welled in her eyes from the pressure.

“I’m gonna fucing kill you, little girl” He snarled, teeth bared right in her face.

Oh, fuck.

She tried to yank her body backwards, out of his grip, but he was faster, and stronger, and bigger than her.  This resulted in her being thrown, no, slammed into the nearest wall.  She cried at the crack of her skull against it, but had no time to react as Billy’s fist was all she could see, before it struck her and knocked her out instantaneously.

She fell like a limp, broken thing, and even when Mike grabbed her and shook her by her shoulders, she remained unconscious.  It didn’t matter that Billy was still looking for blood, he pulled her into his lap and held her close against his chest.  He was living a delusion thinking he could protect either of them if Billy came back for more, but he didn’t care.  He was gonna keep her safe now.

Max had plunged the syringe into her brother’s neck, and was threatening him with Steve’s bat, but Mike hardly paid them any attention.

“(y/n), wake up, come on,” His voice was barely a mumble, and he hated to admit it but his throat was growing hot and tight with his tears choking him up.  “C-come on open your eyes” He stuttered.

He pushed her hair out of her face so that it wouldn’t get sticky from the blood running out of her nose.  He wiped away the red substance with his sleeve, not bothered by it at all.

“We’re going!” Lucas called, and rushed over to Mike to help him carry her.  “Dustin Will and Max are getting Steve in the back.  I’ll help you with her”

Mike didn’t have time to question anything Lucas had just said, and hastily went along with the plan.  They looped (y/n’s) arms over both of their shoulders, and made their way out to Billy’s car. ___

Everything.

Hurt.

It was the first thing that (y/n) was aware of when she came to.  Her legs, her arms, her torso, her head-

Oh shit my head hurts.

She groaned softly, reaching a shaky hand up to prod around her eye.  She wasn’t exactly sure why, but it was definitely bruised.  The rest of her body had to have been bruised too.

She suddenly shot upward as the car went over a bump, and that’s when she realized she was even in a car.  Why was she in a car…?

Her head rolled against the seat, and she was met with someone’s shoulder against her cheek.  She winced at the pressure, probably because her cheek was bruised and bleeding.

“(y/n)?” A gentle, but distant voice called.  It sounded kind of hazy, like the person talking was miles away, and not right next to her.  “Hey, can you hear me?”

Her eyes met Mike’s round and worried brown ones, and a lazy smile tugged on the edges of her lips.  Even though his brow was furrowed, and there was a deep frown on his lips.

“What happened?” She asked, voice scratchy and quiet.

“What happened?” Mike repeated, much louder than he intended.  She flinched, and while an apologetic look swept over his face, he didn’t apologize.  “(y/n), you attacked Billy Hargrove” He told her in a grave tone.

“I did?” She asked proudly, her smile returning.

“No- don’t- jesus (y/n) what the hell are you on?” He asked.  “He almost killed you, I mean, look at you!”

“Can you please stop yelling dipshit?” Max called from the front.  “I’m trying to focus here!”

(y/n’s) eyes widened, and it dawned on her that Max was the one driving.  But just as she opened her mouth to protest being in the car right now, Mike continued on with his angry little rant.

“I mean, seriously, what the hell, (y/n/n)? Did you think you were gonna win? Did you really think that you were gonna take him down?”

Her brow crinkled and her eyes welled with tears, both from all the pain and his cruel words.

“Do you even realize that he could’ve killed you? Huh? I mean, I really thought he did for a second.  Do you even care?”

“What’s your problem right now?” The girl whimpered

“You are! You’re my problem,” He said, not thinking through the fact that she was crying right now.  “That was really stupid (y/n), really reckless”

“Oh, because you care so much about playing it safe,” She scoffed.

It was getting awkward for the others in the car, minus Steve, who was still knocked out.

“All you wanted to do tonight was to get out there- well- well here we are, Mike!” She shouted.  It hurt her head to yell, and Max was yelling again too, but she drowned it out.  “Hope you’re freakin’ happy” She mumbled, holding her hands against the side of her head.

Mike sighed, and pulled her hands away from her face, staring at her seriously.

“(y/n)...” He said softly.  “I’m sorry it’s just…” He let out one more heavy breath to prepare himself before diving in.  “Look at yourself (y/n), you’re hurt and there’s- there’s nothing I can do about it”

(y/n’s) brow furrowed as she stared back at him.

“What do you mean?” She mumbled weakly.

“I mean I- you… I have to… ugh” He groaned, clearly frustrated by his inability to form a coherent thought.

“You have to… what?” She hummed, face leaning around his shoulder tiredly.  

They were close enough that their whispers were only heard by them.  And somehow, it felt like they were the only people in the car.

“Mike?” She whispered when he hadn’t said anything yet.

His eyes flickered over her battered face.  The black eye, her split lip, her bruised and cut cheek, his heart broke looking at how much pain she must be in right now.  He couldn’t believe he let this happen.

“...protect you” He answered lamely.

“Protect me?” She repeats, soft, and loving.  “From what?”

“Apparently everything from interdimensional monsters to senior year bullies” He said, making her laugh softly.

“You don’t have to do that,” She said with a small shake of her head.  “I’m alright, I will be anyways.  You don’t have to worry so much about me-”

“See I do though- you- you make it impossible not to worry.  I’m just always- I’m a mess, okay?”

She giggled again, and rose a brow.

“I’m not following…you sound kinda crazy Mike-”

“I love you, okay?” He told her.

She choked.

“And I just need you to not get yourself hurt… okay?”

She’d never heard him speak so quietly, so nervously.

“You- you’re- um-”

“No more fighting people- and-and things- bigger than you, deal?”

His hands cupped around her face, thumb stroking over the bruise on her cheekbone in a comforting sort of way.  She swore she was melting into his touch, for a moment she forgot all about the agony her body was in.

She didn’t think twice about leaning off his shoulder so she could reach up and plant her lips against his.  It’s a gentle kiss, because her lips are sore and she was a bit nervous.  

Mike’s eyes widened, and he was sure this wasn’t real.  No, it couldn’t be real, there was no way (y/n) was kissing him.  Maybe he was the one that got knocked out? And this is all some kind of twisted nightmare-dream?

But it was real, she was kissing him.  And it was… wow it was great.

She’d almost pulled away, but he pulled her right back in, and shut his eyes to kiss her properly this time.

If he was being honest, he wanted nothing more than to just take her and pour every ounce of love he had for her into this kiss, but it would probably only hurt her more.

They were cut off by a low whistle, and (y/n) turned to see Steve, who had apparently been sat next to her this whole time, and Dustin, who was sat on his other side, both giving the pair very different looks.

Despite his face looking just as messed up as hers, Steve pulled a sly grin, and winked.

Dustin, however, looked like he might vomit.

“What.  The.  Fuck!?” His voice cracked when he screamed, making both (y/n) and Mike jump a bit in their seat.  “You guys have been- been- hooking up this whole time!?”

“What? No!” (y/n) argued back, shaking her head and trying to kill the idea in Dustin’s head before it escalated, but it seemed to be too late for that.  

“You have! You’ve been frenching!”

“Oh my god,” Mike rolled his eyes.  “Dustin, shut up”

“Can we save this argument for later, fellas?” Max hollered from the front.  “I don’t think that this is the most important thing going on-”

“W-wait a- wait a minute- wait a-!” Steve’s eyes widened as he started to panic.  “No! No way! Stop the car right now! Who let her drive-!?”

His screaming was abruptly cut off by the car swerving, causing everyone to scream now.

“Drive on the right side of the road! Jesus Christ we’re all gonna die!”

(y/n) wrapped both arms around Mike, one behind his neck and the other around his torso, keeping her secure.  In case this car were to crash, her seatbelt, and Mike, would anchor her in place.  Well, she hoped it would anyways.

He reacted quickly, embracing her tightly.

“I’ve been thinking I would get killed by a demogorgon,” She mumbled to him.  “Guess it’ll just be a plain old car crash that takes me out”  

He chuckled, but shook his head at her.

“No one’s dying, we had a deal”

She glanced up at him, a sweet smile on her lips.  And she waited for him to look back down at her to say anything.

“I love you too” She hummed, just soft enough that Dustin (luckily) couldn’t hear.

The smile that grew on Mike’s face was brighter than she’d ever seen from him before.  (y/n) was so relieved that her feelings were returned, that she felt she could go back to sleep, if she wasn’t getting nervous all over again about what was going to happen.

All they had to do now was to kill a monster and save their friends.

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xoxo ~ jordie

[i-need-air]

Good news; Bakugou Katsuki x Reader.

Summary: F!Reader. Your soon to be husband arrives home just as you settled down, not knowing the recently made curry is not the only surprise of the evening.

Word Count: 3.3k [It all started with a drabble💀]

Warnings: Disgusting fluff. So much fluff. Tooth rotting fluff. Reader is female and can get pregnant aaaand I just spoiled everything. More fluff and Katsuki ruining the fluff bc he's a gremlin even when older. Pro Hero Bakugou so expect him to be kinda more mature. Fluffy petnames and fluff. Did I mention fl—🤡

You sighed, sprawled over the couch in a comfortable position, action movie playing in the backround as you were fidgeting with the engagement ring on your finger, a small smile plastered on your face. Red ruby, just as his eyes; your mind drifted to all the compliments you threw at him about those eyes that flustered him beyond reason. Through a chuckle, the jewel reached your lips as you landed a kiss on it.

The key jiggle made your lips curve more and you covered more under the fluffy blanket, eager and giddy to see his face. He was so obnoxiously loud even while doing the smallest tasks, like just coming through the door of your shared apartment. With a groan and a very audible neck crack, he threw the keys in the bowl by the entrance and spotted you on the couch.

"Lookin' comfortable." His voice was amused, hidden between his normal gruff tone. You could only wiggle your exposed toes at him as a greeting, earning a scoff in return.

With that, he started his usual routine of bitching about his side-kicks, villains, the world; you name it and Bakugou Katsuki has a reason to trash talk about it. Yet this time he interrupted himself in his monologue as he smelled the air just as he was approaching the sofa, stopping himself in his tracks.

"Is that curry?" He said, suddently all annoyance regarding everything and everyone forgotten, the smell of delicious spicy food making him look like a child excited to be alive. With a giggle, you nodded at his expression, absolutely adoring his bright face.

"Yeah, I did. Just finished it, actually."

"Damn. What's the occasion, princess?" He asked with a smirk before throwing the blanket off, then launched himself on you like a dead weight, making you groan. Katsuki always seemed to forget how incredibly built he was. Massive, muscular and acted like a total baby whenever he was exhausted, specially enjoying sprawling himself on you whenever he got the chance.

"Not hungry?" You mutter, deciding to not answer his question and trying your best to find a position to breathe while still encircling him with your arms, although it seemed a hard task. You opted to lead his head into your chest, then massage his back muscles with soft fingertips, just as he loved and denied to love simultaneously.

He hid his expression into your cleavage, grumbling something indistinguishable as he cuddled closer into you. How come he always had this effect on you? Such a giant baby yet these tender actions had your heart going crazy, making you melt into him. Or, more likely, get squished under him.

"Didn't catch that, baby." He groaned, urging you to massage him more as he lifted his face a little just so you can hear better.

"I fuckin' said—" of course he had to be a pain in the ass too; he bit your breast lightly which earned a slap on his shoulder and with a smirk, he continued. "Just wanna stay like this for a while." You noticed his pout before he rubbed his forehead into your neck. Katsuki has been overworking himself since he opened his own hero agency and, even if it got amazing results, sometimes he forgot to just take care of himself. It's the reason why you decided to take it upon yourself to remind him. Although he complained and grumbled like an old man that's done with life, you could always see the beginning of a smirk plastered on his beautiful face, hint that he loved the attention and care. What a baby, your fiancé that is.

"C'mon, baby, you need to eat." Any attempt to remove him from your person was brushed off completely since he weighted like a tank. He even dared to whine and encircle his arms around you. Definitely a baby.

"Did ya eat?" His voice was soft and you almost missed it.

"Not yet. I was waiting for you." You answer just as low, running your fingers through his incredibly soft hair. How dare he use the same hair products you use and have such different results? Like you'd ever ask out loud, knowing he'd just smirk triumphantly as if he won an imaginary competition.

Even if he didn't express it vocally, Katsuki was thankful for these domesticity, that being having dinner together whenever you had the chance. Yet he always answers with the same "You shouldn't have, you stubborn woman." Just like now.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk, the usual bickering starting, same bickering that always making you feel warmth in your stomach, but now it wasn't the time to play since you had other plans. With that, you lifted the hairs brushing his forehead and gave him a kiss before looking up at the ceiling, still continuing your gentle ministrations.

"So... I was thinking."

"Ah, fuck—" Before he could throw a sarcastic joke around, you pressed his face into your chest to quiet the attempt, the deep rumble coming from his chest making you shake. "You tryin' to fucking kill me?" His amused accusations made you gasp dramatically.

"Right back at you!" His lips parted but you interrupted. "So I was thinking—" He shut up, not before giving you a a glare. "Remember when you took me hiking for the first a couple of years ago?"

"What about it?" His interest peaked, he raised himself on his elbow while giving you a raised brow.

"We reached the top of the mountain and we could see all Musutafu from there..." With muscle memory alone, your hand landed in his cheek to caress it, feeling his sharp cheekbone and adoring the way he leaned into it by reflex too. "I didn't watch it at all." His scandalized face made you laugh but you proceeded, not giving him a chance to scold the living hell out of you. "I was looking at you."

The statement just made his mouth shut closed, surprise washing over him.

"Why the f—"

"All I could think was Holy shit, I love him so much." It took him time to process it. A slow blink was thrown at you as he genuinely did not know how to respond. The image of his increasingly reddened cheeks was imprinting itself in your mind as you never, ever, wanted to forget this moment. And it just started. Butterflies ran through your guts and you felt your hands starting to shake. "You looked at the scenery and had this... serene... smile on your face. I couldn't look away." Your lips found his for just a second. "I thought I wanted to see that smile again and again and... that's when I realized I loved you."

He was malfunctioning at this point and oh, how you loved breaking him in the best way.

"I— But—" His palm reached his face, trying his hardest to hide that enthralling expression he had. There was a visible fight to hide an emerging grin and he was losing, the red in his cheeks and his normally prickly self still made him attempt a scowl. He then groaned loudly, taking the palm still placed on his cheeks to hide his eyes behind. "You fucking told me you loved me instantly after." He was grinning fully by now, intense orbs watching through your fingers.

"I just knew I always wanted to come to you first to tell you something. Like—" again, he's giving all his attention. "Good news, bad news... Whenever I need someone's opinion or just to rant... I always knew you're the first one I want to go to."

As years passed through your relationship, your words always managed to leave him mute and the affection coming with them was something Katsuki sometimes struggled to accept, at least at the beginning. By now you both matured together and it didn't seem to be an issue anymore yet with your speech, he did not know what to say. Only wonder showed.

"I just hope you feel the same about me." The shy, small whisper woke him up from whatever daze he was in and a determined and somewhat cocky expression took over him.

"Damn right I do! Like I'd go to any other extra when I got you."

Your fiancé, contrary to popular belief, wasn't just a brash, head straight into action type of man. He was observant and knew how to pick his fights. Katsuki also knew you very well as he studied you even before starting to go out together. He knew your moods and he definitely picked up that this conversation was serious. Exactly why he indulged you with the next sentence in all seriousness.

"What brings this up, babe?"

"I just wanted to tell you that I love you." As much as it was very true, it wasn't exactly the end of the conversation and he knew. His lips were soft as they pressed on yours, his cologne filling your lungs, his hand pulling you close, closer. Before he could get the chance to taste you more, the tease that he was, he pulled away.

"I love you too, princess." Those words always, without a fail, made you shiver or melt. And this time you did both, the dumbest grin taking over you only in response at his expression. The expression you always chased since that fateful day. The same serene and at peace look he gave was now focused on you and for a single second you got overwhelmed with love, making you blink away the happy tears threatening to approach. Because it wasn't over; you still had to deliver some news and the thought made your voice shaky.

"I have a surprise for you." Your noses were still touching, his breath was fanning over you. Self control had to be damned for another moment as you sweetly kissed his lips again. How can he be so addictive? Another kiss. So sweet. Another. So soft and so perfect.

"Yeah?" His smallest whisper still sounded rough.

"Mhm..." With a head movement, you pointed at the chocolate box placed strategically on the small table by your side, sharp rubies following the movement in confusion, giving you the chance to kiss the cheek now in front of you. "You know I've been feeling pretty bad recently."

"And you still ate the damned fucking chocolates." He muttered, feeling the moment was over. Oh, poor, innocent Katsuki.

"There was a reason for that."

"Open the box." As if you told him the world's greatest secret, he hesitated with suspicion. "C'mon, baby." His petname made him perk, the plea in your tone leading him to give in with a long, exagerated sigh and furrowed brows. He threw his arm to grab the red box then settled himself back on your body, practically opening his surprise on your stomach.

The small white stick hidden inside of it stuck out like a sore thumb and The Great Bakugou Katsuki just stared at it plainly. Taking in the object like it's a weird, ancient artifact he was trying really hard to descypher. Nervousness was running through your veins and you bit your lips in hesitancy. The moment the gears in his head started working and some wires connected to get to the point finally came and you observed it with great care. His brows raised as he adjusted his position better, and with a child-like confusion merged with an indescribable spark behind his eyes, he raised his gaze towards you.

"Is this—" His breath hitched and even if his lips were trembling, they gave away a ghost of a smile. Still, his eyebrows were so high it was hilarious.

"Aha."

"The two lines...?" He got up, looking between you and the now harshly gripped pregnancy test in his hand. It seemed his brain was processing it slowly.

"It means it's positive, Katsuki."

The longest silence followed and as he stood there in a sitting position, expression hidden by his blond hair, you did not know what to feel. All you knew is that your chest burned with nervousness, your stomach turned again and again, the butterflies still spiraling around crazed. The need to know what he was thinking was taking over you but deep down a voice told you to just take in the moment and wait patiently.

The voice, your instinct and intuition built around this man were all right, because it did not take Katsuki long to start shaking. He rubbed his face, rushed and clumsy, rare of him. His leg started bouncing and a choked attempt of a laugh escaped his mouth. But it was the sniffle that made you bolt up and put a hand on his tensed shoulder.

"You're—" he struggled to talk. "You're fucking— You're pregnant?"

When he landed his gaze on you, all the increasing nerves started dissipating. Unshed tears were in the corners of his eyes. His lips were trembling but hid a smirk. He was rattled, all sense of tiredness gone... Bakugou Katsuki looked nervous, excited, amazed as he took you in through a new light. Like he ultimately understood what was going on and understood that right then and there, inside your belly a small new life was being created.

It took you back to the top of Musutafu, his face, his serene face. This Katsuki was now your favorite Katsuki. This trembling mess of a man, holding down his excitement made you adore him yet again for the n-th time in your life and you found yourself falling deeper in love with him.

So with a struggled breath, he blinked a couple of times to wake up from his daydream and his smile turned into a grimace.

"Wait. You fucking peed on this?" Although it was a question, he almost stated it with a straight face and the moment was gone. Vanished. Perished into nothing. More likely into boiling fury.

"You infuriating, insufferable, annoying man. I cleaned the damned test afterwards!" you groaned, getting up, not knowing if you wanted to cry, slap him, hug him, kiss him or throw the whole man plus the pregnancy test out the window. The only direction in your mind was the kitchen, where the delicious curry was cooling down. "You find out I'm pregnant and that's what you fucking have to s—?" He was faster, incredibly so, grabbing your hand and throwing you into him until your back was glued into his front and he laughed, sniffled and laughed some more. It wasn't his usual arrogant one, nor his characteristic scoffs of amusement. It was Katsuki laughing wholeheartedly at your reaction and at whatever was going on.

He encircled you into his arms again and you noted how small you felt anytime he did that. The whole revolution in your stomach returned as his nose hid into the nape of your neck and started shaking with you in his embrace.

"Holy fucking shit." He squeezed you into him, hands traveling to your covered belly as he tried his hardest to control his trembling self and failed miserably. Not that either cared. The gentlest he's ever been, he raised your shirt and ran his fingers over the exposed flesh. "We made a fucking baby!" Only he could proclaim that with such victory, all while you stared down at his roughed and calloused hands now placed carefully on your stomach. You couldn't even savor it and attempt to place yours on top of his because he spun you around without grace in an instant and held you by your shoulders. "WE MADE A FUCKING BABY!"

The feeling left your body and you burst into a teary laughter as you nodded. The same rough palms grabbed you by the cheeks, squishing, and he kissed you. Hard and shaky, brash and messy as you relaxed and took all of it in, welcoming it and asking for more. His heart was beating hard, so hard it rivaled yours and he seemed to have a hard time deciding what to do first; kiss, talk or breathe.

"Fuck—" he growled into your lips. "Holy fuck—" his thumbs brushed the corner of your eyes, washing away the teardrops.

"You shouldn't swear in front of the baby." You teased. What you did not expect was for him to lean back, inhale sharply and look down at your stomach with wide orbs.

"Fuck, what?! Shit— I mean— Already?!" His panic just amused you further and the guilt he was oozing made you giggle.

"Of course not, you goof. Maybe in a few months though..."

You'd expect a snap back, an annoyed grunt, a sassy retort, a sarcastic jab at the silly joke you made, an argument to defend himself. Anything but him falling on his knees in a slow motion and raising your shirt again just to stare.

Your last statement maybe made him fall again into a spiral of realization because it surely did that for you too. In a few months...

"For how long have you known?"

"I started thinking about it a couple of weeks ago—" Like you'd slapped him, he snapped towards you in an incredulous, shocked manner. "But I wanted to wait to see if my period maybe decided to come very late and when it didn't—" he calmed. "I took the tests. Today."

"Tests?" He pulled you closer by the hips.

"I bought 5 different ones. I had to drink so much water." You grin and he scoffs.

"You didn't wait to tell me, hah?" How come he sounded so accusing even when you did something good and even when he smiled while saying it?

"Of course not. I told you, silly, I always go to you first with any news. Good or bad..."

He noticed. He always does. Never the verbal man, he was not the type to say something unless completely and utterly necessary, instead he was one to show what was needed to be said with actions. But being together for so long, he learned that sometimes he needed to voice out a few things, just to easen your poor confused and uncertain heart. After really taking your previous words to heart, accepting them and loving them, he did have to reassure you.

"This is good news, princess. This is—" On his knees, grinning like a mad man, the sparkle in his red eyes made you nod, not even knowing why, and pull him closer into your body. His cheek touched your stomach and he relaxed, snuggling closer into it. "This is amazing fucking news." His breath tickled and you nodded again into the air, weight lifting off your shoulders.

While normally he was the one to hilariously ruin a sweet scenery with one of his snarky remarks just to easen the overwhelming emotions from said situation, it did not happen this time. No. This time you did as your stomach rumbled loudly into his ear and you started wheezing, both out of embarrassment and amusement.

"For fuck's sake, [Y/N]! You should've eaten!" He raised and in the blink of the eye he dragged you towards the kitchen.

"Sorry! I forgot to eat today and I wanted to wait for you to surpr—"

"SAY FUCKING WHAT—?! You forgot to eat— THE WHOLE FUCKING DAY?!"

His screaming, his flustered and annoyed face, the way he threw the curry into a plate and placed it in front of you, the way he tapped his foot on the ground waiting for you to eat... The way a vein popped on his forehead as an idiotic smile washed over you...

"I love you, Katsu..."

"Yeah, yeah, eat the damned food already. Always have to be so fuckin' cheesy. Can't fucking believe you did not eat at all today, you annoying woman. You fucking tell me every single day to take care of myself and now you pull this shit—" his incessant rambling continued even after you started eating so you decided to be mischievous.

"We love you, Katsu."

He then short-circuited.

[cuppimagines]

Not so nightmarish

IM a bit late to this, I promised this earlier, but here’s a fic about nightmare monster sex

Word count: 1.6k

After a long day, a day where you felt like the energy was being drained from you at every angle, you felt so relieved to go home. A shower, a snack, and you were ready to go to bed. As soon as you hit the pillow, it seemed like you were going to sleep, then, and there. When you closed your eyes and let your body take over, it seems that there was an inkling of consciousness that felt…there was something up. Something that felt different from normal nights.

When you grew conscious, you looked at your surroundings. It was dark, cold, and there was a fog that obscured your vision all around you. You could barely look two feet ahead without the fear that there was something blocking your path, so you seemed to stay still and look around. It didn’t seem like there was much anyway around. Just darkness, the freezing cold, and fog. It didn’t help that you were still in a t shirt and panties. But, you picked a direction, and started walking.

Your feet made crunching noises against the dirt, and to be honest, that made you nervous. For some reason, you felt like there was something around here, and that your movement could alert them at any second, yet you kept on stepping, trying to find a place that you didn’t think existed. You soon stopped when you heard something. It was ever so faint, but for some reason your hearing picked it up, and you just froze. Breathing…someone was breathing. That breathing got louder, but your body was stiff, and you didn’t make a single move, yet you were ready and rilling to just…run. Something was definitely right behind you now, you could hear the breathing, and felt the warmth of another body behind you. A deep, feral breathing.

Something dripped onto your head, something thicker than water, and body temperature, and at that moment you started running. You could hear the labored breathing behind you and tried to run faster and faster. But this…thing, behind you, it seemed like it was able to catch up with you easily. But was still just behind you. You could hear it’s breathing, heavy, but between its heavy breathing you could hear laughter in the mix of it.

“P-please…” you panted through sprinting, but came to a stop, when you were near inches away from basically…colliding into a brick wall, that seemed to have come out of nowhere. It was right behind you again. You could feel it breathing, catching its breath, before letting out a low, guttural laugh.

“My little dream girl…” it growled. “Don’t run from me…I don’t bite…” You slowly, very slowly turned around, to see what was behind you. First thing you saw as it stepped out the fog was a large, round stomach, that had a wide grin full of teeth on it. A large purple tongue licked across its lips hungrily. As the full figure stepped out, you saw how large it…or, he, was. Massive, bulging muscles with claws on his large hands, massive pecs, traveling up, you saw an eyeless face, with a large, blunt tooth smile, with a similar long, thick, purple tongue. Traveling back down, you saw that the tongue and mouth on his stomach, was slowly licking a a large, thick, latex black cock. All with slick, black skin across every inch of his body.

Your back was against the walls, and your legs were trembling. From a mixture of fear…and something else. The only thing you let out, was a meek little squeak.

“Pretty girl…I guess I scared you…didn’t I?” He got closer to you, so close that his stomach mouth’s tongue could graze against your body. Your breath got caught in your throat, and you looked up at his eyeless, grinning expression.

“I can make you wake up now…and my existence can fade from your thoughts…” At that, you shook your head a bit, but your eyes were lingering down at the monster’s stomach mouth. You could feel your thighs grow damp, it could be from the fog…but it could also be, from the things you were thinking about as you laid eyes on his void-like monster.

He pressed himself against you, and you could feel the monster’s slick warm tongue, mixed with his cock forcing itself between your thighs. It licked up your body, under your shirt. It seemed longer than you thought as it wrapped and curled around your body, and the tip of it thrust back and forth against your breasts.

“Ah…ahh~…oh god…” you moaned, and gripped onto the monster as best you could. His cock twitched in excitement, and it was pressed to hard against your panties, that you moaned and grinned against it. The monster lifted you up, and you tried in vain to wrap your legs around his body, but he was too large for you to do just that. The mouth on his head opened up, and his tongue was drooling all down his chest, with his purple saliva dripping down his pecs.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, I want to hear you scream for me…” he moaned. His mouth didn’t seem to move as he talked, either mouth. His stomach tongue grabbed your panties, and seemed to have torn them off effortlessly, while his “normal” tongue shoved itself down your throat. His cock was so thick, and you tried to mumble something to the large monster fucking you.

“Mm..ah…I- mm, I don’t think it’ll fit…” you moaned against his thick tongue. He just laughed hearing that as he grinded his cock between your thighs. He pressed the tip to your soaking wet cunt, moaning as his tongue slithered deep down your throat just as he thrust up into you, completely. No easing, just a massive, slick, void black cock splitting you in half. You’d scream if you could, but his tongue was so thick and so far down your throat that your words were muffled. Your legs shook, and you held onto him tighter as you tried to get used to his size…and yet you kept grinding on his cock. It really was too big, but your head got foggy the longer he was inside you.

“Well what do you know…” the monster chuckled. “It did fit~!” He pulled his tongue out your throat, only to start thrusting into you, and that’s when you got real vocal. You squealed loudly the second he thrusted up into you, and as you looked down, you could see that his cock was leaving a bulge in you that kept moving up and down as he bounced you on his cock. The monster grunted and moaned, but nowhere near as loud as you screamed and moaned, your voice getting much louder as you could feel him fuck you at a much faster pace. His stomach mouth licking up your body as he fucked you, taking extra care to lick your breasts. That tongue was so big that you felt it wrap over one of your breasts, twisting and curling around it in a way that made you melt in his grip.

“I’m gonna fuckin fill you up, my sweet little toy~!” He moaned. “I want you so filled with my cum that you practically look fuckin pregnant!” The thought of that made you hold onto him tighter, and you swear you squeezed around his cock. That definitely got a reaction out of him, as his thrusts got faster, rougher, pressing you so tight to the wall while his grunts and moans got louder. You were completely at his mercy, just how he wanted you, a pretty little fleshlight that moaned and squealed.

“Oh god, oh god, I’m gonna-!” You couldn’t barely finish your own sentence as your legs shook, and you felt yourself grow closer and closer to a climax. You were pressed so tight to the wall, pinned as your toes curled and you squealed loudly. The monster grunted when he came inside you, thrusting a few more times as his cum pumped into you. Your stomach swelled a bit, and his cum was dripping down your thighs.

When he finally let go, you could barely stand up, and leaned against him, trying to catch your breath. His stomach’s tongue went between your thighs and started lapping up the cum between your legs, and you couldn’t help but let out a shaky moan. You were sensitive from cumming so hard, and yet his tongue went back to stimulating you as it lapped up the dark purple cum soaking your thighs.

“Good girl, such a good girl…” the monster moaned. “And my cum tastes so fucking good on your thighs…” he embraced you, lifting your up into a hug as he licked your face affectionately.

“I’ll visit again, you’re such a good little human that I might stick around you longer~.”

“L-longer…?” You panted. Your eyes closed, and you felt the slick warmth of his body fade away from your grip.

Your phone alarm woke you, and you hurried to grab it and turn it off. God, your legs felt so sore, and your panties and thighs were soaked. You tried getting out of bed, and as you did, you noticed a purple stain on your panties, the same purple fluid dripping down your thighs. Your face went red, but you smiled a bit. You were excited for the next night as you went to the shower, cleaning off, and trying not to touch yourself thinking about that all to real dream last night.

[hxt1b]

A Boy Like Him

Jeno x Reader

Requested Prompt 13 Pretend Girlfriend for  @deepangelchaos

Genre: Fluff, maybe a little angsty  

WC: 2.8k

Warning: Swearing, Mental Health (y/n has a panic attack)  

Masterlist 

Prompt List, for any requests anyone may have. 

There were many moments in a day you wondered 'what the fuck is my life?' Many times you'd look in the mirror and it would be hard for you to remember what your life use to be like. The past four months had been a fast blur of media, paparazzi and fake public cuddles. You weren't made for this shit but somehow you literally drew the short stick. 

"You want us to what?" Aera asked looking at your manager shocked. You could tell your best friend was not pleased by what you'd just been told. Sena also grumbled from your left. 

"It's only a year." He said looking at the three of you expectantly, "only one of you has to do it and its exposure. Come on." He wasn't selling it very well. You sighed. 

"Why us?" Sena asked. 

"I don't know they just asked us." He replied. 

"Why now?" Aera asked. Your manager shrugged again. 

"Look it'll be good for your YouTube careers, that's a lot of people who will want to know who you are and they'll watch you. A lot of new fans!" He said. 

"A lot of fucking hate too." You said glaring at him. 

"Good comes with the bad." He said. You sighed weighing his options. 

"Just think about it." 

So the three of you thought about it, in the end, he was right. You could steadily grow your YouTube channel, you already were, but this would make it a lot faster, and it couldn't really hurt could it?

"Are you ready?" Jeno asked snapping you out of your thoughts. You nodded closing your laptop lid and standing up. 

Sena fluttered out of the other room, her energy high not matched by anyone else in the room. Aera followed her hands tucked into her pocket. One glance towards Jeno and she had a scowl growing on her face.  

You laughed awkwardly getting in between her and Jeno. You realized that you were the reason for the anger directed at the boy however that didn't make the situation any less awkward in your head. 

"Let's film?" Sena said clapping her hands. Jeno nodded not saying anything and let you and your friends lead the way to your filming studio. 

You watched as Jeno walked up to the two seats set up for you both and sat down next to you. Sena slipped behind the camera, and Aera took a seat next to a table with a laptop on it off-camera. 

"Okay rolling in 3, 2…" Sena pointed at you. 

"Hello, my dudes." You started clapping lightly getting the attention of every mic in the room and the viewers. You launched straight into a short intro. "Welcome back to our channel. Everyone has been asking for this video a lot so here we are today, as you can probably tell from the title of the video we're doing the boyfriend tag." You looked over at Jeno a smile on your face, he smiled back at you his eyes disappearing. 

Your stomach turned, that fluttery feeling that you'd rarely ever felt. And your awkward smile fell to a much more relaxed one as you looked at him continuing to speak to the camera. It was sad though, and you knew it, your crush on him. 

"This is fake you know what right?" He clarified the day you met. You nodded quickly irritated in your head, you'd read the damn contract. 

"Good okay we're supposed to 'hang out' together for a couple of hours and make sure that we get spotted by the paparazzi." You nodded as he explained that he was going to walk around with you for a few minutes and then you'd be coming back to his dorm to sit around. Little did you know that after your very very short walk around the park that when you'd get back she would be here. 

So there you were stuck in NCT dreams dorm while your fake boyfriend didn't even want to get to know you on a basic human level. 

He told you to watch TV while he went into his room with his actual girlfriend. Lucky for you Chenle came into the living room only seconds later. The younger boy didn't say anything just sat down next to you and watched the anime you'd put on. 

"He's not a bad person." He randomly said you just nodded not knowing what he was saying."I mean you know why the company made the contract right?" Chenle asked. 

"How did you two meet?" Aera asked. Her voice flat. You glanced over at her keeping the smile on your face. 

"Well," You started. 

"At the park." Jeno cut you off, adjusting in his seat. "I was on a bike ride. These three were at the park taking photo's they asked me to take a photo. I thought they meant with me but they meant of them, it was awkward." He chuckled and you also laughed lightly. That had happened. The first time he met your friends you'd all gone to the park, Sena had asked for a picture. 

"He's grumpy today." You sighed as the three of you sat on the bench overlooking the green field after taking the pictures. 

"He seems to always be fucking grumpy," Aera said rolling her eyes. 

"I mean cut him some slack his girlfriend did leave him," Sena said. Aera snickered. 

"She was a bitch and everyone knew it. His friend knew it the company knew it. That's why this contract exists in the first place because if word had gotten out that he was dating her his reputation would have plummeted so they looked for someone that would make him look good." Aera sneered in the direction of Jeno, he was on the phone talking to Jaemin. "When she was done with him she left." 

After that Aera never warmed up to him. 

In all honesty, you regretted telling your friends. Aera was too quick to judgement, Sena was kinder sometimes too kind. You needed a good medium, someone who would complain but not hate, but they were what you had and together you got the balance, but there were moments where you didn't. 

You stared at Jeno as Aera and Sena began to debate how he should react and how he should handle it, but you'd been there when she'd left him. You were on the couch with Chenle watching your fifth anime together in the three weeks that you'd been coming over. 

Jeno had cried. She was bad for him, but he'd loved her. 

The questions continued, and the two of you continued to tell half-truths, stories you'd both been told to create. You didn't flinch outwardly when Jeno pulled your chair closer to his pulling you into his side, and you tried your best to keep calm when his arm circled your waist. It's just for the camera you told yourself. 

"Now for the fan questions," Aera said, turning the laptop towards you two. You turned your head squinting at the screen. 

"Can you bring it closer?" Jeno asked for you. Aera moved the table in front of you and set up the laptop. 

"Press play." You leaned forwards and did as you were told. A video played on the screen, a clip of an anime. A boy was walking holding two popsicles, he sat on a bench next to a girl and passed her both the treats. 

"They're both mine?" She asked looking over at the boy shocked. He just nodded. 

"You like both flavours right?" He asked as he grew embarrassed. She smiled up at him in the cute anime fashion. 

The clip ended and cut to a paparazzi video of you on a bench, Jeno sitting next to you as you held two popsicles, his arms were crossed over his chest as he looked away from you. You looking at him in amazement much like the girl from the anime. 

"The question that was asked was, 'did you intend to re-create an anime or are you guys just that damn adorable?" Your cheeks flushed as you stared at the laptop. Jeno next to you was also frozen. 

"I guess we're just that damn adorable." He quietly replied. You looked up at him and giggled lightly. He was smiling at you again, you were afraid the butterflies in your stomach were going to kill you. You looked away from him quickly. 

"I don't think we've even seen that anime." You added to his answer. 

"Why can't I have a guy like that." You whined to Chenle as the two of you watched a cute anime couple stand in the middle of a crowded plaza, his hand in her hair as he ruffled it. He'd just told her that he knew her after she accused him of not knowing a single thing about her. He'd proved that he in fact did by handing the character her favourite flower, a rare type of lily. 

"I thought you didn't like romance anime?" Chenle teased. You threw your pillow at him. 

"Shut up." Chenle laughed loudly at your reaction making you laugh. 

You jumped when Jeno walked into the living room scaring you. 

"Want to go for a walk?" He asked. You nodded. 

"Sure." 

You'd ended up at the park as the sun set. 

"Wait here." He'd said motioning for you to sit on the bench, confused you'd sat down as he ran off. He'd come back minutes later with the two popsicles. Handing you them both. 

"Strawberry and Lime." He said, "I know you like both the flavours and I know you have a sweet tooth." 

"Not going to lie, kinda creepy that someone took a video of you two like that," Sena said turning the camera off after you'd closed off the video. 

"It was a paparazzi." You said getting up from the chair. 

"Just gotta go to the bathroom." You added and quickly left the room. Sitting that close to him was always hard for you. That popsicle incident was a month after he'd gotten dumped, he'd hung out with you a little bit more before the day at the park and your interactions had only grown after that but they were all friendly not enough to call you guys good friends though. 

You turned the faucet on letting the water cool your sweating hands. Your heart was racing and you couldn't calm the damn butterflies, your head replaying the way he pulled your chair to him, flashing you the memories of him giving you the cold treats. 

"It's fake." Aera's voice said in your head. 

"It's fake." You muttered to yourself.  

After drying your hands you pulled the door open and jumped when you almost bumped into Jeno. He was leaning on the wall right next to the bathroom. 

"Are you waiting for the bathroom?" You asked, he shook his head, his hand reaching out and grabbing your sleeve. He fiddled with the thumb hole of your hoodie, the butterflies you'd been trying to stomp out coming back. 

"I was waiting for you, it's really awkward being in a room with Aera she keeps on giving me a death glare." You laughed, bringing his eyes up to yours. 

"Y/N," He started his voice quiet. 

"Y/N!" Sena yelled running out and barrelling towards you a huge smile on her face. 

"WE JUST HIT A MILLION SUBSCRIBERS." 

"WE DID?" You asked your hand flying to your friend forcing Jeno to let go of your sleeve. 

"HELL YEAH WE DID," Aera said running into the hallway as well, as Sena pulled you in for a hug. Aera slamming into the both of you not even a second later. 

—

You typically never paid attention to the hate, but as your numbers grew so did the rude and obnoxious comments. 

"You're not watching," Chenle whined as you scrolled on your phone. 

"Sorry." You mumbled as you tossed the phone onto the couch, your eyes caught Jeno's as you turned back to the TV. He'd started watching with you a couple of weeks ago. 

 You didn't keep your gaze with his long, just turned to the screen. But you couldn't watch, your brain was reeling with the hate. It was like they forgot you were a human being. Some people would act like you having other friends was a crime. There was a portion of the internet rioting over a photo of you and Jaemin. 

Renjun had wanted the boys to go get lunch together at a restaurant, complaining about being stuck inside all the time. No one had the heart to say no, not even you. 

The picture was taken as you all exited the place, Jaemin had grabbed the back of your shirt as you'd tripped, but it looked odd. The next photo was of him pulling you into him. 

That was a week ago the two of you were being called all sorts of names. Chenle had told you to ignore it, that it will blow over, but it was easier said than done. Not being able to focus as your eyes blurred you excused yourself to the bathroom. 

Taking your phone with you. Your hands shook as you locked the bathroom and sank to the floor, you were determined to not cry over the hate but it was starting to feel like you couldn't breathe.

You scrolled through your contacts and called your friends, neither answered. Their phones off. You knew they'd gone to see a movie today, but you'd hoped that maybe their phones wouldn't be off. 

You went to the sink and turned on the water, watching the cold water swirl into the drain as you tried to calm your breathing, it wasn't working. 

A knock on the bathroom door startled you. 

"Y/N" It was Jeno. "Are you okay?" He asked. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your eyes were red with unshed tears and you looked frazzled. 

"Y-yeah." You replied your voice shaking slightly. 

"Can I come in?" He asked. You froze for a second before turning off the faucet and unlocking the door letting him know he could come in. 

He opened the door slowly as he came into the bathroom. He looked at you for a second before his arms came around you pulling you into his chest. You began to cry, as he shushed you. He didn't say anything further, just held you until you calmed down. 

An hour later you were sat on his bed Jeno next to you as he told you about his favourite anime that he wanted you and Chenle to watch with him. You nodded as he spoke taking in every word that came out of his perfect mouth. 

You couldn't help but want to kiss him as his enthusiasm about the anime grew. His eyes were shining. You hadn't seen Jeno like this, and it wasn't helping with your feelings. Your heart was doing summersaults, he stopped talking as you stared at him. 

"Are you listening to me?" He asked snapping you out of your daze. 

"Of course." You replied crossing your legs on his bed as he moved closer to you. 

"Are you sure?" He asked, and you laughed awkwardly, "what did I just say?"  

"Are you sure?" You answered smartly, a teasing tone as you smiled at him. He narrowed his eyes at you, his lips pouting. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words flew out of your brain as Jeno pressed his lips against yours, his hand snaking around the side of your face as he pulled you to him. 

Shocked you pulled back, looking at him; eyes wide. 

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He said moving back from you. Your brain was in overdrive, so many thoughts flooded in as you stared at him. He was moving away from you. 

You ignored everything in your head and grabbed his wrist. 

"Don't apologize." You said and pulled him back to you, moving your lips to his again, you kissed him slowly taking in the way he felt against you. The way he still tasted like the chocolate he'd just eaten, and given you half of. 

You breathed heavily when he pulled away from you again. 

"Fuck." Was the only word that left his mouth as he stared at you before grabbing you again. 

The next day he texted you asking you to go to the park with him, you met him at the bench he'd given you the popsicles at. He was smiling at you as he approached you, his hand tucked behind his back. 

He came to a stop in front of you, and you looked up at him a curious expression on his face. 

"I got you something." He said and moved his hand towards you. A Levi pop animation bobblehead in his hand. 

"It's your favourite anime right?" You looked up at him shocked and nodded. 

"I knew it." 

[cazimagines]

Hi Cazzy 🥺💞 first off congratulations on 900 followers!! You deserve it honey! :)

As for that celebration! I’m in such an angsty mood so I was wondering if I may please request a drabble with this prompt form the angst list “having to watch your lover die, as you’re restrained by the antagonist, unable to fight your way out of their grip, yet your eyes are glued on your lover’s” & with Helmut Zemo. Thanks!! :) 💛

Thank you so much! You were one of the first friends I made on here and so I am so happy to still hear from you, and of course I just adore your writing! Thank you for the request, I've been looking forward to writing angst for a while now 😊💞

You smiled in contentment as you felt the warm embrace, how his arms snaked around your waist, the sweet smell of his cologne washing over you and the gentle kiss he places upon the side of your face.

"I love thee with a love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old"

You hmmm in thought at Zemo's words, your eyes closed to appreciate the moment of it all.

"Shakespeare?" you say, trying to place where you had heard it before.

"Alas not, it is from 'Bedouin love song' by one Bayard Taylor. You shouldn't assume simply because it as 'thee' in it, that it is Shakespeare"

You pull away from Zemo's embrace, playfully slapping him on the chest as you giggled.

"That's not fair!" you remark, "How am I supposed to know where every little quote comes from, I don't read obscure things just to make myself seem better than everyone else"

Zemo grips the hand you had slapped his chest with and held it tightly, tugging you back to him so you were only inches away from his smirking face.

"But we are better than everyone"

With that, he pushes his lips onto yours and you melt into his embrace. Your hands reach up to clutch the fur collar of his coat, pulling his body as close to yours as you could manage. His hands trail down to your ass, cupping them and giving a little squeeze.

You squeak into the kiss making a chuckle rumble in Zemo's throat.

Eventually, when you two have to pull back for breath, you lean your forehead upon his, both your eyes closed as you pant.

"I've missed you all these years Zemo" you whisper to him, and as he opened his eyes again, you can see the sorrow and pain that was within them.

"I'm never leaving you again y/n"

"Do you promise?"

He lets out a little huff of laughter, "I pinky promise"

You smile at him look into his bright eyes, but slowly they darken before you, a paid expression coming over his face.

"Zemo?" you question, confused at the sudden change.

Something upon your arms tighten, like hands holding you yet you couldn't see anything. It hurt though, the pressure was painful upon you. Glancing back from your arms Zemo had turned deathly pale, and a trail of blood had started to fall from his nose.

"Zemo!?" you screamed out as sudden light started to surround your vision. A buzzing noise surrounded you, making you cringe in pain, your eyes shut momentarily.

When you opened them again, the surrounding had changed. People in suits swarmed you, all shouting at each other commands, laughing maniacally. You could feel clearly now a pair of hands at twisted your arms, holding them behind your back in a painful position that you were sure if you attempted to struggle, you would dislocate your arm. The person's warm breath was upon your neck, making you shiver in disgust.

"Come back to the living have we darling?" the voice growled, and it made you shiver due to how it was a woman's voice.

"Who knew with one blow you would collapse so easily"

The ringing sound in your ear, the dull ache on the side of your face suddenly makes a lot more sense to you, but still, your memory of what was happened and what had happened was completely fuzzy.

"Don't hurt her!" you hear a voice yell, and instantly your voice snapped up, recognising it straight away.

Your eyes focused on Zemo who was being forced down onto his knees, his arms, similar to you, were pulled behind him. His coat was torn, gashes of ripped open fabric on the back, part of the fur collar were pulled off and the part that remained was soaked in blood. His face was white, but blood dripped out of his nose, running down his face and he had a bruise forming by his eye. Still, he was thrashing in their grip, trying to fight his way out of it.

"She has nothing to do with this!" he yelled, teeth bare, seething.

The woman behind you tutted at him, her grip on you getting stronger making you whimper.

"Well now Zemo, you were the one who brought her along with you and your little friends, thinking you could fool me out of information"

"It wasn't a lie Selby" he tried to say but as he claimed it, one of the men holding him down on his knees lifted his fist as collided it with Zemo's face, instantly making his face snap to the side with a sickening crunch.

Zemo groaned in pain as you cried out for him, and slowly he spat out from blood and a tooth that had been knocked out of his mouth.

Now tears were streaming down your cheeks as you desperately tried to get out of Selby's grasp to rescue him, to help him, to do something. Your heart was breaking to see him so much in pain and you not being able to do anything.

"Don't lie to me Zemo" she says harshly, and then one of her hands leaves your arm to grasp your hair, pulling it was a force making you scream out in pain. "You wouldn't want to see your lovely bird in pain now would you?"

"Stop, stop" he murmured, his brain aching from the pain but in hearing your screams his voice picked up.

"Stop!" he yelled, tears swarming in his eyes as he looked back at you, antagonized to see you in pain.

"We run a very strict business here Zemo, and you broke the rules"

One of the men holding Zemo's arms behind him, raised his boot and placed it upon his back, slowly adding pressure forcing Zemo to be pushed to the ground while the man still held his arms up. Zemo yelled at the strain put upon his arms, his face scrunching up as he tried to steady himself. Yet the man continued to push down on Zemo and pull onto his arms until there was a loud pop, and Zemo's screams echoed across the room loudly.

His body spasmed from the overwhelming pain, his mouth opened wide as he screamed, blood-stained spit coming out of it, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head because of it, how his arms now hung loosely within the man's grip till his body slummed as he passed out.

That wasn't any fun to Selby however, who frowned at the Baron's limp form and the way your sobs make your body rack in her arm. Nodding to her men, they pulled Zemo's body up again, holding it so now he faced you, his head rolled forward but as they put some salts under his nose, it slowly pulled him out of his unconscious form.

One man grasped Zemo's hair and pulled his face up again, so he could do nothing but stare at you as you cried out for him, and though, in a daze, his heart was breaking at the sight.

Another man pulled up his gun and placed it upon the side of the Baron's head, pushing harshly into his clammy skin.

"No!" you screamed, desperately trying to pull yourself out of Selby's grasp. "Please! Don't! I'll do anything, anything, please"

Zemo desperately tried to shake his head at you, tears within his eyes from the pain but trying to warn you not to say something like that, but Shelby chuckled, gripping your jaw to force you to stop talking.

"You think you have a choice in what happens to you little bird. Look at your husband, he can't help you any longer, and your 'friends' are long gone. You are at the mercy of us, and we will force you to do anything, whether you want to or not"

Your eyes latch onto Zemo's again, and they were swarmed by pain, but most of all defeat.

"Execute him" Selby orders and you scream out one last time in panic, fear, heartbreak.

His eyes held yours, desperate to tell you all the things he couldn't say to you, how much he loved you, how much he had missed you and was thankful he had these last few days to be with you one last time, how worried he was for you. How much he adored you.

"I'm never leaving you again y/n"

"Do you promise?"

"I pinky promise"

You tried to close your eyes as you heard the gunshot out, but as Selby pulled your hair again you were forced to open them, forced to see his body slump to the floor, forced to see the blood pool out onto the floor and he laid motionless. You could hardly tell it was him from the way his head was now, covered in skin and blood. The face you had once loved, the lips that had kissed you passionately only a few hours ago, gone, ruined.

You screamed, you cried, your thrashed out as your heart was destroyed.

Selby held you there for a few minutes, wanting to get the dead body of your husband ingrained in your mind before she finally had you pulled away from his body, never to see him again.

The sun had grown cold and the stars had become old.

A/N: Might have gone a bit overboard with this one, but I just love angst so uh, sorry everyone, have a cookie 🍪

[gojology]

Coffee With Extra Sugar.

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | Whew! I finished this after 1 hour and holy crap this is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written, I hope you like it. I’m literally sweating. 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Gojo Satoru x Teacher Fem! Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 2,314 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | None! 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | Gojo Satoru, the man who didn’t ever get rejected, got rejected by you. Unknowingly having a teensy tiny (or maybe not) crush on him, Nobara gets you to go on a coffee date with Gojo. Through the jumble of mixed feelings, you accept, and find yourself in a position you never thought you’d be in. One-shot.     Often times, you found yourself enjoying a nice cup of coffee with extra sugar after teaching the exceptionally unusual teens that Gojo had forced onto you. One was unlike any other, Sukuna’s vessel. Even with the threat of death looming over his head, he was one of the happiest teens you knew. Bouncing around, reminiscent of Gojo in a way. The most remarkable thing about him though, were the eyelids below his very own. Marking Sukuna’s existence on the boy’s body.        The other boy, named Fushiguro, had a troubled backstory. His father was the only one to have a complete lack of cursed energy. Maybe that was why he was always brooding, he always seemed to be off in his own land.     As for the only female, she was your favorite student. Nobara was albeit, a bit cuckoo, but that’s what you loved her for. Outside of the educational setting, she made an amazing shopping buddy and had an endless bucket list of things to do in Tokyo. Headstrong, stubborn. Happily willing to give you any sort of advice in men, even though she didn’t seem to show a particular interest in them. You told her all about the weird stuff that Gojo would do around you, and she always said that he might have a thing for you, but you never believed it until now.     The latest event had been when you were lounging in one of the spare rooms at Tokyo Jujutsu High, drinking another cup of coffee after the extreme levels of stress and torture that was training the trio. Gojo had casually strolled in, loudly announcing himself as he slid the door roughly shut.          “Oh (Y/N)! I was looking all over for you!”         “Really? I wasn’t. Leave me alone, I’m not talking to someone who calls himself a teacher and then dumps a buttload of crazy teens onto me.” you calmly replied, sticking out a pinky whilst sipping your coffee. Although you found your eyes to be glued onto Satoru.        He dramatically stuck a hand onto his chest, leaning backward just a little as if he had been told he shouldn’t have ever been born. “Me?! Oh no, I wasn’t dumping the kids onto you sugar. I’m a busy guy, being the strongest sorcerer and all.” he gloated, grinning a little.     You grunted before pulling out your phone.     “Pay attention to me, why don’t you?” he muttered softly, digging his hands into his back pockets.     Did you hear that right?    Clearing his throat, he loudly sat down next to you, even though there was another chair on the other side of the table. Crossing his legs, he began to speak.     “So, (Y/N), I felt really bad for dumping the kids onto you, and I thought, hey! Why don’t I take you out for a meal or two? You know we don’t really know each other out of work and I’ve been meaning to talk to you more-”     “No.”     “Why not?” combing his hair with his hands, he almost looked sad, but you knew where it was going to go. You had seen Gojo date girls for 2 weeks and break up with them after. It’d be weird to date a co-worker for an astounding total of 2 weeks and then immediately get broken up with afterwards. Besides, he was probably horny and hadn’t found a girl willing enough to talk to him back, even despite a face and body that looked like it was sculpted by the Gods.     “I know what you do with girls, just fuck with them, not looking for that.” You scrolled through the article you were reading, something about some 11 year old child getting their cancer removed miraculously, probably a super nice jujutsu sorcerer.    The silence grew between you two, Gojo’s eye shifting to you when you weren’t looking, and your eyes shifting to him when he wasn’t looking. You almost wished you were a bit friendlier.     “Right.” he mumbled to himself, before getting up and walking to the door. You felt something bad growing inside of you.    Looking back at you one last time, he shut the door.     “I’m telling you, (Y/N), Gojo-Sensei was trying to ask you out, ARE YOU THAT DENSE?” snapped Nobara, who was busily lecturing you about how you had seriously fucked up.     “I didn’t know!” you whined, “I thought he was just being stupidly friendly! It didn’t cross my mind!”     “Gosh, woman, men aren’t hard to work. Gojo is 100 times easier, hand him a box of candies and he’ll probably whip out a ring. All you had to say was yes!”     “...What if I didn’t want to say yes?” you shot back.     “Hah, shut up, I’ve heard the way you’ve described that man, acted as if he descended down from heaven”    You definitely didn’t have a crush on him, but you did let your mind wander sometimes, in some indecent areas sure, but wasn’t that true for everyone?    “Okay, and what do you want me to do now? Want me to just.. Go talk to him and ask for the chance back? That’s embarrassing, and as I said, I don’t have a thing for him.”    “I’ll snag that chance back for you, but you seriously owe me one. I’ll even get Fushiguro and Yuuji on board, but they’re almost always doing stupid stuff and I have to convince them with the weirdest shit to get them to cooperate.”     “Nobara, no cursing first of all, there was no reason to, plus I don’t NEED the date, why are you even-”     “Oh shut up.”     The next day, you found yourself urgently rushed to a coffee shop by a poorly disguised Nobara, Yuuji, and a less then willing Fushiguro. You scanned the shop, the scent of coffee so strong it wafted out of the interior. Gleaming windows with, “Kento and Coffee Inc.” proudly painted on the window.     Wearing a white t-shirt and a long trench coat, with a long plaid skirt, you found yourself self-conscious. Were you too overdressed? Nobara had told you that you were supposed to dress in a cute “dark academia” (whatever the heck that is, she showed you a few pictures of it online though.) style of fashion.     “Don’t worry! Just follow whatever I said earlier, I’m an amazing Cupid and I just know there’s something between you two! I’ll be in the corner, watching you guys, just don’t mess up!” Nobara chirped, handing you a red scarf to borrow from her closet.     You hastily threw it on, taking a deep breath in and breathing out. Trying to casually stroll into the coffee shop.    There Gojo sat, casually dressed in a black t-shirt. A pair of circular black shades perched on his nose, lazily eating a cake pop.     Your heart skipped a beat, even though he probably didn’t even try with the outfit he wore, you still found him absurdly attractive.    He jumped up, “Oh fuck, I thought everyone ghosted me.” he looked at you, tilting his head slightly as if he was confused. “I thought Yuuji and the crew were gonna be here too. Didn’t ever show though, do you know what happened to them?”     “O-Oh, um, yeah, I think I heard that Yuuji and Nobara got distracted and was going to some newly opened sushi restaurant instead. Fushiguro didn’t wanna thirdwheel or something like that.”     You swore you saw him smile slightly.    “So it’s just you, and me?”    You looked around, hoping to God that Yuuji would pop up and tell the world about his love for Jennifer Lawrence.     “It would.. Appear so.”    He clasped his hands together, beckoning at the cashier at front. “I’ll go get some coffee for us, any idea what you want yet?”     “Uh, just coffee with extra sugar.”     “Gotcha.”     You found yourself staring at his hands, playing with the hem of his pocket as he walked up to the small line. His fingers were impossibly long, and you couldn’t help but realize how veiny and large his hands were.     Snapping yourself out of your daze, you grumbled, taking the trench coat off, it had suddenly gotten hot. Pulling out your phone, you pretended to read, but in actuality you found yourself ogling his impossibly tall body, and how undeniably hot his voice was.     It was alright to find him attractive right? Sure, you hated a lot about him, like, like... Well, you couldn’t think of anything off the top of your head right now. But you for sure knew you hated him.    Yuuji snickered, “Gojo’s girlfriend is getting flustered, look at her cheeks.” He giggled, pointing at you. Fushiguro slapped Yuuji’s pointed hand down, hissing at him, “You’re going to fuck over this operation. Didn’t your mom ever tell you to NOT point?”     “I don’t even have a-”     “SHHHHHHH!” Nobara shushed them, gesturing to Gojo now walking over to the table where you were sitting.    He slid the chair out and sat down, grunting as he did. He looked down at you. “So, anything new with the kids?”     You gulped, a warmth flooding to your cheeks, the way he looked at you made you feel weird, and you couldn’t find yourself to make a cheeky remark.     “U-Uh, um, no, uh, Fushi-, I meant Yuuji, he’s doing as good as usual... And uh, Nobara’s doing pretty good too! Fushiguro’s just... Uh, you know, haha” you giggled nervously, “acting as normal.”    He laughed, “That’s Fushiguro, guy doesn’t even crack a smile. Yuuji’s a special one isn’t he? No idea how he acts all cheerful even though he knows he’s gonna, you know.”     “Guy doesn’t deserve it.”     “I know.” you pursed your lips, not wanting to talk about such a serious topic.     Seemingly noticing your discomfort, he turned his head over to the cashier who was now loudly shouting, “Order 132! Order 132! Two regular coffees with extra sugar, 2 donuts, 4 cake pops, and a slice of cake!”     “That’s our order~, what good timing!” Gojo sang, immediately springing up to fetch the coffee and the absurd amount of sweets Gojo had ordered.     “Gojo-Sensei sure does have a sweet tooth.” Yuuji pointed out, looking at Gojo casually walking back and handing you your coffee.     “Yuuji, did you seriously just notice that?”     “Yes. Why? Do you look at Gojo-Sensei eat? You’re really weird Fushiguro.”     Fushiguro let out a sigh, and Nobara giggled, but now all their attention was focused at the pair, drinking their coffee.    “So, uh, any idea why the kids invited us here?” he said, playing with his strikingly white hair. Your stomach did backflips, it looked so soft. Wait, fuck, why were you even thinking these things?

   “Uh, yeah, something about.. Um,” FUCK. You were supposed to say you didn’t know.    “Something about... Putting us on a... Blind date?” You mumbled sheepishly, Nobara crumpled on the table, murmuring about how stupid you were.     Shit, fucking shit, you weren’t supposed to be honest. 

   “Really now?” Gojo inquired, lifting an eyebrow and putting his arm on the table, leaning his face onto his hand. He took a bite out of his donut.     Now your face was really burning, why were you acting so strange?     Could it be true?     You had a crush on Gojo Satoru?     At first, you wanted to reject it, but the feeling settled in. It made more sense to you then not having a crush on Satoru. The feeling of regret when he tried asking you out, the many times where you found yourself ogling when he was naked, the amount of dreams you had about him.    You really did have a crush on him, huh?    You stammered, a rush of self-confidence flooding into you, “Fuck it.” you breathily mumbled, “I like you, Satoru.”     The doubt settled in as soon as Gojo looked at you, wide eyed, mouth slightly agape. Nobara was even shocked herself, she had never seen you as headstrong as this.    Fushiguro and Yuuji were in an intense discussion about their preference in women, well, more like Yuuji, Fushiguro was ignoring him, looking at the wall instead of the surprising twist in the date.    “You like me, (Y/N)?”     “Fuck, yeah, yeah I do.” you looked at his shades, oh how you wish you could see his eyes right now.     A slow grin spread across his face.     “I like you too, (Y/N).”

   Nobara, now quietly cheering and shaking Itadori and Fushiguro gesturing to you two, chewed them out for not seeing the events building up to the climax. 

   “Really?”

   “Yes, really, sugar.”

   Everything felt unreal, you had never thought you would find yourself in this position ever, was this a dream? You tried pinching yourself.

  He snickered, “No (Y/N), this isn’t a dream. I really do like you.” he rubbed the back of his neck, readjusting his crooked shades. “I would even say I’ve liked you for a while.” 

   It had never dawned on you that he wasn’t being flirtatious just to be flirtatious, he was actually actively trying to

get you.

“I can’t wait to tell the kids this.” he grinned to you, smiling widely. “Fuck, this feels like a dream to me too. I didn’t think you actually showed any interest in me.” 

   You couldn’t even be cheeky back, you were in a state of euphoria. 

   “Actually sensei.” you turned to look who was talking, Yuuji was excitingly bouncing up and down. Fushiguro looked like he wanted to be launched off a roof.     “We set up the blind date.” Nobara smiled, looking at the pair. “You know, I’ve always seen the romance and chemistry between you two, and you guys finally worked it out like adults!”   

    Why did you get the feeling that she was mocking you too?       Regardless, you had walked into the coffee shop single, and you walked out with the guy who had stolen your heart for years now, without you even realizing.     All thanks to Nobara.      

[meganshinsou-tm]

the best alpha’s. (f)

☙ pairing: bakugou x reader x kirishima

☙ theme: a/b/o, domestic dads

☙  cw/tw: profanity, a/b/o characteristics, scenting, slight self-doubt, baku needs a hug, cute alpha dads with their pup.

☙  a/n-request:  Baku and Kiri (separately but also maybe poly??? is 3 different scenarios too much?) being absolute fuckin badass units on the job kickin ass and sassin reporters (lookin at u Explodo 👀) but the SECOND they walk thru the door and see their lil omega and pup they melt into Soft Dad Mode ™ and just wanna scent their precious beans bc they love them so much and there is just a lot of “wow I’m happy to come home to you” 🥺🥺🥺

** so I just did them in a poly ship, hope you like it. ^-^

“Where the fuck is she?”

The moment you hear that gruff voice and smell not one but two annoyed alpha’s you freeze for only a second before smiling and poking your head out of the kitchen. Down the short hallway, Bakugou and Kirishima are both seen removing their shoes and duffels, using each other to lean against in the process. 

Kirishima is the first to pick up your happy and excited scent, his nose sniffing the air and face turning in your direction with one of those famous sharp toothed grins. He rumbles loudly and shoves Bakugou off so he can take massive strides in your direction. Soon there are large calloused hands cupping your face and you’re nuzzling each other’s cheeks. The scent of mountain rapids fills your nose and has you purring loudly along with Kirishima’s steady rumbling in his chest, sharp teeth softly nip at your cheek and cause you to chirp happily.

“Man I missed you.”

You chuckle and pet Kirishima's chest. “You saw me this morning.”

“It’s been a long day,” he breathes out after taking in a giant lungful of your honeysuckle scent.

Pulling away, you let the alpha hug you close while eyeing the other who was quickly approaching. You reach out a hand when Bakugou gets closer and his scent of flint and a sweet campfire mixes with Kirishima’s. Bakugou doesn’t waste a moment in pressing his cheek to the inside of your palm, his hand coming up to hold it there while he takes in numerous breaths of your scent in order to calm himself. 

“I saw.” 

Kirishima chuckles and pets the top of Bakugou’s head teasingly, earning a growl but no movement from the blonde alpha. 

“That reporter was asking stupid questions.”

You laughed and moved to hug Bakugou next when Kirishima finally released you, now nuzzling him instead. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, his inner alpha clawing inside of his head to get any sort of comfort from you. 

Like Kirishima said, it had been a long day. They went hard nonstop against multiple villains and at the end of it, reporters caught up to the alpha duo to pester them with pointless questions about their day. Most of the time Kirishima handled the on the spot interviews but today Bakugou was just at his limit. Maybe it was because he was hungry and tired, and maybe because his rut was going to start within the next two weeks and it was making him more antsy than usual.

So before Kirishima could calmly engage with the reporter, Bakugou snapped and may or may not have gone on a tirade about how fed up he was with reporters being stuck up his ass and many other profanities. All while Kirishima struggled to literally hold the blonde back from destroying the mics and cameras with his teeth. 

“He has to make a public apology in a few days, after some mandatory off time.” 

Kirishima spoke, trying to hide his grin while patting Bakugou’s back and kissing his cheek and yours. He decided to give you a couple more minutes and wandered into the kitchen to make himself and Bakugou some drinks. 

You shifted slightly and Bakugou whimpered, arms tightening around you. His scent suddenly turned distressed and you crooned against his cheek. 

“It’s okay alpha, I’m not going anywhere.”

Bakugou relaxed at that and buried his face into your neck, seeking out more of your calming pheromones as you tousled his hair and rubbed his back.

“I just … fuck, I thought I had gotten better and I then I fucked it up.”

“Katsuki, look at me,” you demanded in the softest way that only you could do.

Bakugou sighed and pulled away from the crook of your neck to look down at you with red eyes full of shame. If he had ears, you were sure they would be flat against his head. With a smile, you cupped his cheeks in your hands and leaned forward to kiss his lips. 

“You had one bad day, it’s not the end of the world. Your job is one of the most gruelling and stressful ones out there - you’re entitled to a blow-up here and there, shit happens. Maybe you could’ve handled this one differently but then again, maybe not. You can only take so much and I think a few days off will do you some good.”

Bakugou grumbled.

“You’re not a bad person for one bad day Katsuki. You’re a good alpha - the best alpha.”

The sound of Kirishima clearing his throat from the kitchen rang throughout the air, making you and Bakugou snicker. 

“You’re one out of two of the best alpha’s.”

Instantly loud purring could be heard from the redhead and you smiled before kissing Bakugou again. He rumbled and chirped while scenting you and being scented just a few seconds longer. 

“I’m the best alpha,” he breathed out against your scent gland, loud enough for only you to hear.

You smiled and nodded, nipping at his cheek then pulling away.

“I know someone who will be very happy that you’ll be home for the next few days.”

At that Bakugou perked up and his happy scent grew tenfold. A genuine smile stretched on his face and he rubbed the tip of his nose against yours, earning a giggle. Suddenly though, the sound of Kirishima bolting from the kitchen caught yours and Bakugou’s attention and soon enough Bakugou was growling with narrowed eyes. He quickly pecked your cheek before taking off after Kirishima towards the living room.

“No way Shitty Hair, me first!”

You rolled your eyes and started to walk after them. 

“It’s been seven months now you overgrown pups - fucking share!”

Kirishima barked out a laugh while Bakugou cackled, the two of them dropping to the plush rug on the living room floor the second their red eyes landed on their pup. Thankfully she was waking up from her nap, surrounded safely by soft barriers of a mini nest you made for her. The moment her own red eyes landed on the two alpha’s kneeling before her she squealed and made grabby hands in their direction while spouting out gibberish. 

Bakugou snarled when Kirishima went to scoop her up. The redhead sighed and sat back, letting Bakugou take her first with a pout.

“You’re not fair babe, you’re gonna get three whole days with her!”

“Shut up, I deserve it.”

You giggled and stood behind Kirishima, bending over him and giving him an upside down kiss in order to distract him from Bakugou, basically gloating.  He hummed and lifted a hand to pinch your cheek, kissing back. When you pulled away, you let the alpha’s be, going back to the kitchen after giving Bakugou and your pup a kiss.

Bakugou held the small pup close, scenting her chubby cheeks and tiny hands that grabbed at his face. She smelled like you, too young to have presented yet and have a scent of her own. But it wouldn’t be long before your scent was gone and completely masked with his and Kirishima’s. After getting his small fill, she was handed over to her other papa.

They redheaded alpha smiled and cooed, always the more talkative one with your pup.

“Hi there princess. Did you have a good nap?” He chimed, kissing the inside of tiny little hands.

She responded with a smile that flashed her singular sharp tooth that had started to grow so far and a giggle. Kirishima scented her as well, lifting her high in order to blow against her pudgy tummy and sides, earning more squeals and heart stopping giggles. 

Bakugou sat back and watched happily, already feeling more and more relaxed and content. His stresses from the day were quickly fading away the more he and Kirishima played with and scented the blonde little pup. All three of them rolled around on the floor, crawling and playing peek-a-boo. Then came the alpha’s favorite game which was Bakugou holding his pup by the hands to stand on excited bouncy legs, maneuvering her like a doll to beat up Kirishima. Bakugou would laugh and snort while making her kick and punch at his alpha mate, lifting her up to swan dive onto Kirishima’s rumbling chest. All while Kirishima played his part of the villain, pleading and faking hurt very dramatically.

You’d watch on from the kitchen, continuing dinner with a smile and purring happily. Once you got to a point where the food could be unattended, you set the timer for thirty-minutes and made your way into the now quiet living room. In the floor laid both alphas, snuggled up close on either side of your pup with their hands resting on her tummy and chubby thigh. All three of them were peacefully napping.

Soft rumbles came from Bakugou and Kirishima in their sleep while a tiny purr could be heard from your pup. You smiled and lowered onto the floor, moving to lay where Bakugou and Kirishima’s heads were, curling around them and alternating between petting their heads.

They really were the best alpha’s.

[kur0m1bab3]

Star Treatment

SunaxBlackFem!reader

3rd person POV

Cw: tooth rotting fluff

Edited

suna grinned cheekily as he ran down the wet pavement. Hair carelessly tossing in the wind hand wrapped firmly around y/n's hand.

Giggles spilled from y/n's lips as she laughed up at the sky, basking in the essence of the damp midnight air.

Nights like this were the best. Carelessly running around the city watching the lights twinkle and sparkle against the dark canvas of the night sky, like mindless teenagers.

"AHHH SUNANO" Y/n screamed,giggling madly as suna picked her up slinging her over his shoulder spinning her around.

The cold wet winter air nipped y/n's skin as her sweet laughter filled the air.

suna bit his slightly swollen lip, akin from the constant pecks or short burst of passionate kisses he'd been given throughout the night, laughing loudly as he held her waist tight.

"Come on lets have some fun" suna whispered into the ear of his girlfriend as he gently set her down holding her waist like it was the most delicate fine china.

Y/n smiled nodding as suna stared at her for a minute. She never failed to take his breath away constantly. He bit his lip softly as he cupped her face bringing her closer.

He quickly closed the space in between them as his lips hovered over hers. Both of their breathing labored, as y/n gripped the sleeves of his sweatshirt hard as she anticipated the passion filled kiss.

suna leaned in ever so slightly, but still not enough for their lips to touch as, a ghost of a smile made its way into the dark haired boys lips.

"You'll forever and always be my baby.....I love you" he whispered before kissing her softly.

It was a soft yet passionate kiss that let out every emotion they had for each other out.

Pure unadulterated raw love. Something rare you'd find in a couple so young,But their emotions were so raw you couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the plethora of it.

Y/n began to pull away from the kiss only for suna to gently grab the back of her head to pull her in closer.

"Not done yet" he mumbled against her lips as y/n giggled as the pair finally pulled away.

Hearts pounding , lips swollen and breathing heavily the couple stood staring at each other.

suna grabbed y/n's hand as they began to walk towards the 7/11 down the street.

They walked hand in hand into the tiny convenience store as suna grabbed a buggy. Y/n quickly hopped into the buggy as suna smiled down at her as he began to run down the isle throwing every junk food insight in the buggy.

Y/n stuck her arms out in the isles causing any food that came in contact with her hands to fall into the buggy.

childish giggles could be heard from the couple as they headed towards the freezer section.

suna quickly grabbed some vanilla ice cream, a bag of marshmallows and jar of maraschino cherries and smiled. That was their "couple ice cream" as they liked to call. A trademark for the two of them.

They made it up to the register junk food in tow as Y/N clutched the ice cream and its ingredients up to the register.

They quickly paid for their items as they ran out of the convenience store with the buggy.

suna ran down the hill beside the 7/11 with Y/N in the buggy screaming to the top of her lungs in joy as suna screamed carelessly riding the fast moving buggy.

suna quickly hopped off the buggy as the buggy began to get closer and closer to the river at the end of the street. suna grabbed the buggy causing it to come to a screeching halt making y/n laugh hysterically.

suna grabbed her, taking her out of the buggy as he grabbed her face,softly kissing her.

They made their way to the river.the first place they had their first kiss.it was their couple hideout.

suna began to push the buggy towards their little hideout. A moss covered rock that had all kinds of flowers surrounding it.

Cliché I know but they loved it. suna quickly grabbed a blanket out of his backpack laying it on the ground as he grabbed y/n putting her in his lap.

Y/n opened the tub of semi melted ice cream as she began to pour the marshmallows and cherries on it.

suna wrapped his arms securely around y/n as he watched her.he smiled softly kissing her neck softly causing her to giggle as she grabbed a spoon digging in.

suna chuckled as he tapped her cheek softly.

"You gonna share?"he asked, pouting softly causing y/n smile. She dipped him some ice cream shoving the spoon in his mouth making suna laugh.

They took turns feeding each other. Before long the ice cream was gone and so was about 90% of the snacks they bought.

suna packed up the rest of the food and blanket in his book bag as he helped y/n up grabbing her hand as they began to make their way up the hill.

At the top of the hill the city was just as lively as before.bright lights, noisy cars, just as before.

Y/n looked around at the city as she strolled beside suna.hands entwined in an embrace.

Y/n stopped momentarily as she tugged on sunas sleeve softly.

"Baby....look" she said softly pointing. suna stopped as he turned around to see what she was looking at.

A smirk started to spread across his face as he nodded.

"You wanna go?" He asked shoving a hand into his pocket as he fiddled with the ring on her finger as a smile spread across y/n's face as she nodded.

"Yeah" she said as they began to walk towards the record shop hand in hand.they made it to the record shop. The shop was illuminated in an reddish orange tint as the soft sound of an arctic monkeys album played.

Ironically it was their couple song.

'Star treatment'

suna smirked as he grabbed one of

y/n's hand as the other rested on her waist.

"May I have this dance?" He asked as she nodded softly. suna began to rock side to side with her.

He began to admire everything about her. Her darker skin and the way it contrasted against his milky white skin.

The way her hair framed her face perfectly making her look ethereally beautiful.

The way her lips naturally pouted or the way her eyes sparkle every time he looked at her.

He loved everything about her and so much more.she was a dream come true to him.

'Soon baby...soon...you'll be my wife'

He thought to himself as he smiled down at his soon to be fiancé.

Y/n looked at suna as she felt her heart stop.he never failed to take her breath away every time she set her eyes on him.

The way he walked the way he smiled or the way he talked. He was perfect. Every time she looked at him she felt as though she was falling in love with him all over again.

They slowly began to look at each other as suna but his lip raising an eyebrow.

"I know I'm cute but you don't have to stare" He snickered as y/n rolled her eyes smiling.

"Mhmnn dream on baby" she said making him let out a loud laugh making y/n's hear skip a beat.

"You love me though" he said placing a hand on her cheek smiling as she nodded.

"With all my heart" she smiled as a bright blush appeared on sunas face making him close his eyes taking a deep breath as he hid his face in the crook of her neck.

"Baby stopppp" he whines softly making her giggle as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry babe I just can't help how I feel" she joked making suna laugh as he lifted his head back up to look at her.

"You're so fucking beautiful" he whispered staring at her as y/n turned her face away as she felt her cheeks began to grow hot.

"And so are you" she said quietly looking back at suna to see him staring intently at her.

He stood up straight as he looked down at her a smirk playing on his face. He grabbed her chin softly as he pulled her face to his.

"Kiss me pretty girl" he whispered as

y/n smiled pressing her lips against his.

This kiss wasn't like the playful ones earlier in the night. This kiss was a kiss. The kiss that basically told suna she was his forever and always. It held so much raw emotion, suna began to get emotional himself as he pulled away.

"God....you're my baby..." he whispered as he looked at y/n.

He stuck out his pinky finger as he wrapped it around hers.

"You're mine....forever.."

He said.

"And always" y/n finished as she smiled up at him.

She loved this.the way he treated her everything.she thought only celebrities could be treated like this.

But in the end she got it.

'The star treatment'

A/N: I swear this has been written for the longest fucking time🧍🏾‍♀️aNYWAYS if you have a Headcanon request, or a imagine request feel free to ask, I’m still getting in the groove of using tumblr, so I don’t have any rules set up atm, but I’m very open minded into writing anything so just lmk. I hope you guys liked this, it isn’t my best but I plan on having some other stuff up soon❤️

[onlyangelcas]

boats and a blue-eyed birthday boy

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The boat won’t start, because that’s just Dean’s luck. His son is inside, celebrating his 4th birthday, and his surprise gift is malfunctioning right before the big reveal.

Ever since Dean, Cas, and Jack moved out of the bunker and into their cottage-style lake house, Jack had been obsessed with the water. He was enthralled by the lake, spending hours on the dock watching the fish swim by or dipping his feet in on warm days. Cas fueled his interest by purchasing every book and guide about lake-dwelling creatures and plants.

Jack’s obsession was pushed even further when their elderly neighbor had offered to take him fishing on his boat. From that moment on, boats became all the rage in the Winchester home. Books about boats moved in next to the lake books on Jack’s bookshelf, his cowboy themed bed sheets were swapped for a set adorned with tiny sailboats. Dean and Cas had to practically restrain him from pestering their neighbor for a boat ride everyday.

That’s how Dean found himself purchasing a repaired boat from some guy in southwest Minnesota. He had made the drive to pick up the boat a few weeks ago, it was relatively affordable, not a luxury speedboat or ridiculous pontoon, but perfect for about 6 people to climb on board for a day of fishing or relaxing on the water. Dean had made a plan with El, their elderly neighbor, to keep the boat stored in his garage until Jack’s birthday. El was happy to help, even took apart the motor to make sure everything was working and got it in the water that morning to surprise Jack.

Now, Dean is huffing over the damn thing, trying to decipher why it won’t start. Everyone else, including El, the only person that could actually help him, is inside trying to keep Jack distracted while Dean preps the boat.

“Shit,” Dean curses, after another failed attempt at turning the engine over.

He slams his forehead into the steering wheel, frustrated tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Four was the worst year of Dean’s life, for obvious reasons, and he wanted to make sure that Jack’s fourth year was everything that his wasn’t. He knows it’s stupid, to get this worked up over a freaking boat, but this boat was so much more than that. It was a promise to Jack that he would always be there, he would always love him. So if he’s a little emotional over the possibility that this boat will ruin his son’s very important 4th birthday, who can blame him?

Dean turns his face toward the sky, the sun peaking through the tree branches to warm his skin. He thinks this is a moment he would pray, if he had anyone to pray to. Considering his two favorite angels are already inside the house, it seems kind of arbitrary. Instead he just looks at the sky, watches puffy white clouds drift by lazily, and wonders pointlessly about what he did to deserve this.

“Looks like you could use some help.” Says a gravelly voice Dean instantly recognizes as belonging to El.

He runs a hand across his face, quickly wiping away any evidence of tears. “You think you can get this thing going?”

“I should have told you earlier, you got to give it some gas as you turn the key.” El says simply, nudging Dean out of the way before pressing his foot to the accelerator and starting the boat.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Dean declares, slapping a hand to the other man’s back. “I thought the day was ruined.”

El laughs, adjusting his trucker cap and turning to face Dean with a serious look. “Boy, you think this boat not running would have ruined the day?”

Dean cocks his head to the side slightly, a mannerism he’s picked up from Cas after all these years. “Would have been a bummer if Jack’s surprise tanked.”

“You coulda given that kid an old thing with a couple of paddles and he woulda been ecstatic.” El smiles, clapping his shoulder affectionately. “All he really wants is something to share with you.”

In moments like these, El reminds him of Bobby so much that it almost knocks the wind out of him. There’s a lump in Dean’s throat, he quickly turns his head toward the ground and lets out a wet laugh.

“You and Cas,” El starts again. “And I guess Sam helped out, too. You guys raised that boy right, he doesn’t need things to be happy, he just needs people.”

Dean looks up, his glossy eyes meeting El’s, he gives him a soft smile. “Now, how’s about we go get that kid and show him his gift.”

“Yeah,” Dean laughs. “It’s showtime.”

El promises to keep watch of the boat while Dean jogs back up to the house. He pulls open the backdoor and immediately bumps into Kaia, who is looking at him guilty with her hands tight around Claire’s waist.

“Really? This is a birthday party for a 4 year old.” Dean attempts to scold, but there’s no real heat to it.

“Sorry!” Kaia yells as Claire says, “Who died and made you a patron saint?”

Dean laughs loudly at that, pressing a kiss to the side of Claire’s head as he passes. He makes his way into the kitchen, where Sam and Eileen are putting the finishing touches on Jack’s birthday cake.

Where’s Cas? He signs when Eileen catches his eye.

Living room. She signs back, giving him a warm smile.

He can hear Rowena’s laughter filling the room before he even steps over the threshold. She’s standing to the side of the living room, deep in conversation with Jody and Donna. Jack is on the floor with Alex, talking animatedly while he secures one of her braids with a bright pink hair tie. Jack’s wearing a red cowboy hat with a t-shirt that says ‘This is my 4th rodeo’, the shirt was Cas’ idea, along with the matching ‘Jack’s 4th Rodeo’ shirts that everyone in attendance is adorning.

Cas is perched on the sofa, watching Jack and Alex with a fond look in his eyes. Dean slides his hand across Cas’ shoulders and bends down to plant a sweet kiss against his lips. “It’s go time.”

Cas smiles excitedly as Dean sticks his hands under Jack’s armpits and pulls him to his feet. He reaches into his back pocket and retrieves a bandana that he begins to fasten over Jack’s eyes.

“Alright everyone, it’s time for Jack’s big surprise.” Dean says as he secures the bandana around Jack’s head. “Head out to the backyard so we can show our birthday boy his present.”

Everyone files out the backdoor and into the yard behind the house. Dean and Cas each take one of Jack’s hands in their own, leading him toward the dock.

“Okay buddy,” Cas says once the three of them reach the rocky shoreline, the rest of their family gathered behind them. “You ready?”

“Yes! I’m ready!” Jack nearly squeals.

Sam has his phone out, no doubt recording the moment so no one ever forgets it, as if they ever would.

“Everyone countdown with me,” Dean says, reaching for the bandana.

“Three… two… one!” The group counts off in unison as Dean releases the bandana in one swoop.

Jack stands there slack-jawed and in awe for a moment, clearly overwhelmed by the sight in front of him. “A boat?” He asks more than states.

“Yeah, baby, it’s for you.” Dean says, a little confused by the 4 year old’s reaction.

Jack turns to him and Cas, his hands still holding tightly onto theirs. “Our boat?”

“Yeah, Jack, your daddy picked it out for us.” Cas states, running a hand through Jack’s hair.

Jack releases both of their hands then, throwing his arms around Dean’s neck so aggressively that he tumbles from his crouched position onto his butt. “Thank you daddy!”

Dean buries his face into Jack’s neck, hiding his suddenly teary eyes, and says, “Happy birthday kiddo.”

Jack pulls away and places his small hands on the sides of Dean’s face before leaning in and pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. “I love you daddy.”

Dean huffs a wet laugh, looking over Jack’s shoulder to see his family watching with eyes as shiny as his own.

“I love you more, Jack.” He says, smacking an equally sloppy kiss to his forehead. “Now, how ‘bout we take it for a spin?”

“Papa too?” Jack asks, eyes lighting up.

Dean looks up at Cas, who has tears slipping unashamedly down his cheeks, and smiles. “Yeah, papa too.”

After they get Jack secured in his life vest, he takes his spot at the front of the boat, kneeling on the seat and leaning precariously over the edge to watch the boat carve through the water. Cas is seated next to him, one hand looped tightly in the back of his life vest, and Dean is at the wheel. The sun is setting over the horizon, reflecting off the lake and painting them in a picture-perfect orange glow.

Jack looks back at Dean, his blonde hair curling slightly from the spray of the boat, his gap-toothed smile is wide and unapologetic. Cas is looking at him, too, affection and love spilling over every feature, his mouth turned up in a lopsided grin.

“I hope I can be 4 forever!” Jack yells, letting out a wild laugh as Cas reaches over to tickle his neck.

Dean knows, somewhere in the back of this mind, that he should be worried that Jack is getting older. One day he’ll grow up, probably move away, and their house will no longer be littered with plastic sailboats and tiny socks discarded around every corner. At this moment, though, he can’t find it in himself to worry. Jack won’t be 4 forever, but he’s sitting in front of Dean with a smile like sunshine, toothy and perfect, laughing raucously, unashamed in his joy, and that will always be enough.