#I LOV WHEN HE STANDS THERE WITH HIS ARMS AT HIS SIDES AND LOOKS AT PEOPLE

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The Agent Next Door part 3 (NSFW)

Pairing: Agent Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: When a ghost from Rio's past resurfaces, the safe haven you’ve built together is threatened. As danger edges closer, your bond deepens in unexpected ways, testing your trust and strength in each other. Amidst fear and uncertainty, you discover just how far both of you are willing to go to protect what matters most.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, smut, fluff ending, fingering (R recv), oral (Rio recv), praise kink, slight power bottom Rio

Words: 4.2k

A/N: The angsty third (and final?) part as promised

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Master List

Under Her Protection

You’re sprawled out on Rio’s couch, nestled comfortably against her side as the TV plays in the background. It’s the kind of night you’ve both come to love—no plans, no rush, just the two of you together, half-watching some crime drama. You can feel the steady rise and fall of her chest as you rest your head there, her arm slung casually around your shoulders, fingers absently tracing patterns on your arm.

It’s a rare, peaceful moment, one that you’ve started to cherish more and more. You glance up at her; she looks different like this—softer. The usual tension in her jaw has melted away; her sharp features relaxed in a way you rarely get to see. You smile to yourself, the sight of her at ease filling you with a quiet kind of joy. She’s not just the composed, authoritative FBI agent you first met. Here, she’s Rio—your Rio—and you could watch her like this forever.

You press a kiss to her jaw, feeling her smile against your lips.

“Enjoying the show?” she asks, her voice teasing. You know she couldn’t care less about what’s on the screen, but it’s a running joke between the two of you—mocking the exaggerated, overly dramatic FBI agents depicted on TV.

“Oh, absolutely,” you drawl, playing along. “I just love how accurate it all is. Clearly, every case is solved in a day, and all agents wear heels and leather jackets.”

Rio chuckles, pulling you closer. “It’s ridiculous,” she snorts. “Half of this would get thrown out in court in a heartbeat. And don’t even get me started on the ‘enhance the grainy footage’ bullshit.”

You grin, enjoying the rare, playful side of her. “I bet you’d never pull a stunt like that. The great Agent Vidal would never dream of cutting corners.”

She raises an eyebrow, her smirk sharp. “Oh, you’d be surprised what I’ve pulled off. Sometimes rules are more like... guidelines.”

You laugh, leaning into her, and she squeezes your shoulder lightly. For a moment, everything feels easy—peaceful.

Then her phone buzzes, cutting through the quiet. She lets out a small sigh and picks it up, her expression immediately shifting as she reads the message. The shift is so sudden it makes your stomach drop. Without a word, she gets up and walks to the window, peering through the blinds like she’s expecting to see something—or someone—out there.

“Rio?” You ask cautiously, sitting up. “What’s wrong?”

She doesn’t answer right away, her shoulders visibly tense. Finally, she lets the blinds fall back into place and turns to you, her expression grim. “That was work,” she says, her voice low and controlled. “Someone I put away years ago just got released on parole. He... wasn’t supposed to get out this soon.”

You frown, confused. “Why is that a problem? Didn’t he serve his time?”

Her jaw tightens, and for a moment, you think she won’t answer. Then she sighs, running a hand through her hair. “The last time I saw him, he threatened to ruin my life,” she says quietly. “He’s dangerous. And vindictive. If he finds out where I live... who you are... how much I lov—.”

She doesn’t finish the sentence, but she doesn’t have to. The implications hang heavy in the air. You swallow hard, suddenly very aware of the weight of her job and the risks that come with it.

“Hey,” you say softly, standing and moving to her side. “I’m sure it’s fine. He probably doesn’t even know you’re here.”

Her eyes meet yours, and for the first time since you met her, you see real fear there. “Maybe. But I can’t take that chance.” She pauses, her hand brushing your arm. “I want you to stay here. At least until I figure out what’s going on.”

The seriousness in her tone leaves no room for argument, and you nod. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

You settle back onto the couch together, but the atmosphere has shifted now, an unspoken tension lingering in the room. Rio keeps her phone close, her other arm wrapped protectively around you, her eyes flicking back to the window every so often.

You try to focus on the TV show, but your thoughts keep drifting. It’s unsettling, this shadow of a threat hanging over the two of you, and you can tell Rio feels it too. Her grip on you tightens every time she hears a noise from outside, her thumb rubbing circles against your arm as if she’s trying to soothe both of you.

Eventually, you turn your head to look up at her. “You know, I don’t need a TV show when I’ve got my own personal action hero right here.”

Rio snorts, shaking her head. “Is that what I am now?”

“Yep,” you say, grinning up at her. “Neighbour, fashion critic, and now... bodyguard.”

She rolls her eyes but leans down to press a kiss to your lips, soft and lingering. “Just stay close, okay?”

You nod, your heart fluttering at the protectiveness in her voice. “I’m not going anywhere, Rio.”

Relief flashes across her face, but it’s fleeting. She takes your hand, leading you to her bedroom without another word. The silence between you is heavy but not uncomfortable—it’s charged, humming with unspoken worry and a need for closeness.

When you get to the bed, her hands are on you immediately, tugging you close. There’s a new intensity to her touch, her fingers gripping your hips firmly, almost possessively. She kisses you hard, like she’s trying to stake her claim, her mouth moving with an urgency you’ve never felt from her before.

“Rio—” you start, but she cuts you off with another kiss, her hands sliding under your shirt, nails raking up your skin. Her lips move to your neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks that you know will last. It’s not just passion—it’s something deeper, rawer. Like she needs to prove to herself that you’re here, that you’re hers.

You let her take the lead, your own hands roaming her body, trying to reassure her in your own way. But she’s relentless, her mouth trailing lower, her teeth grazing your collarbone. She pushes you back onto the bed, her weight settling over you as she pins your wrists above your head.

Her gaze is dark, her eyes searching yours. “I need to know you’re safe,” she murmurs, her voice rough. “I need to feel it.”

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. “I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper, and it’s the truth.

Her grip on your wrists tightens briefly before she leans down, kissing you again, slower this time but no less intense. 

The night is a blur of heated touches and whispered reassurances, her possessiveness never crossing the line into discomfort. Instead, it leaves you breathless, the depth of her need for you pulling you even closer.

When you finally fall asleep, tangled in her arms, the weight of her protectiveness wraps around you like a shield. Even as your mind drifts, you know this is only the beginning of whatever storm is coming. But with her by your side, you’re ready to face it.

—

You’ve been staying at Rio’s apartment for a week now, and every night, her hold on you seems to grow tighter. Even in her sleep, her arms remain locked around you, as though her subconscious refuses to let you out of her grasp. It’s a level of protectiveness you’re not used to, but you can’t deny how safe it makes you feel.

The days are a strange mix of normalcy and subtle unease. You run errands, cook together, and share quiet moments on her couch. But in the back of your mind, there’s always a faint sense of being watched. You’ve chalked it up to paranoia—Rio’s warning had a way of sticking with you, and you tell yourself you’re just imagining things.

Still, it’s hard to ignore the nagging feeling when you start seeing the same person more than once. A tall figure with a hood pulled low over their face, lingering at the edge of your vision. You’ve seen them on the street, at the corner store, and now again as you leave the grocery shop, arms full of bags. You glance over your shoulder, your pulse quickening as you catch sight of them just a few steps behind.

You quicken your pace, gripping the bags tightly. Your heart pounds in your chest as you cut across the street and head for the apartment building. You take a chance and glance back again. They’re still following.

By the time you reach Rio’s apartment door, your hands are shaking so badly you almost drop your keys. You fumble with the lock, finally getting the door open and slamming it shut behind you. You lock it, bolting the deadlock for good measure.

You text Rio immediately: I think I was followed. Just got back. Door locked.

The response comes quickly. Stay put. Don’t answer the door for anyone. I’m coming back now.

You breathe out, trying to calm yourself, but as you read her words, a new sound sends a chill down your spine. A faint rattle at the door.

Your stomach drops, and you freeze, staring at the door as the sound grows louder. It’s not your imagination. Someone’s trying the handle. Your mind races, and you grab the closest thing within reach—a table lamp. It’s not exactly a weapon, but it’ll have to do. Your grip tightens on the lamp’s base as the rattling stops, replaced by a loud bang.

The door crashes open, splintering the frame, and the hooded figure steps inside. They’re taller than you thought, their broad frame filling the doorway as they pause, scanning the room. You take a shaky step back, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Well, well,” he says, his voice dripping with malice. “Look who’s made themselves right at home. You must be the little pet she’s been keeping around.” 

Your mind races, and you instinctively take a step back, trying to put the kitchen island between you and him. “Who the hell are you?” you demand. 

He smirks, leaning against the doorframe. “You don’t know me, but Rio does. She’s the reason I spent the last ten years rotting away in a cell. Thought I’d pay her back by taking something she cares about.”

He lunges at you with a knife, and you barely manage to swing the lamp, hitting him across the face. He staggers back, but only for a moment, then charges at you again. You fight back, kicking and screaming, but he’s strong—stronger than you expected. He pins you against the wall, one hand around your throat. 

“That’s right, scream for her,” he growls. “Let’s see if she gets here in time.” 

You’re gasping for air, your vision blurring, when suddenly, the already broken door is rammed open again, falling off its hinges from the force of the action. 

Rio barges in, her gun drawn, her expression a mixture of fury and fear. “Let them go,” she says, her voice deadly calm, the kind that promises retribution. 

The man tightens his grip on you, pulling you in front of him as a shield. “Shoot me, and you’ll hit them,” he taunts. 

Rio’s eyes meet yours, and you can see the raw, helpless anger there. You’ve never seen her look so terrified.

The man tightens his grip on you, and your vision starts to black. Your pulse pounds in your ears, the lack of air making your limbs feel heavy. Rio stands frozen in the doorway, her gun unwavering, her eyes locked on the man holding you.

“Let them go,” Rio repeats, her voice low and seething with barely restrained fury.

The man smirks, his grip loosening just enough for you to gasp for air. “You really think you’ve got the upper hand here, bitch? You’re so predictable—always running to play the hero.”

Rio doesn’t flinch. “This is the last chance I’ll give you. Let. Them. Go. Now.”

He sneers, then suddenly shoves you away with all his strength. You stumble, hitting the edge of the kitchen counter hard before crumpling to the floor, pain flaring in your side. Rio’s shout of your name echoes through the room, but you can barely focus as you clutch at your ribs, trying to steady your breathing.

The distraction is all Rio needs. She lunges at him before he can turn back to her, knocking the knife from his hand as they crash to the floor. The struggle is brutal—a chaotic blur of punches and grunts as Rio fights with a ferocity you’ve never seen before.

He manages to pin her briefly, his hands going for her throat, but Rio uses the momentum to roll them over, her knee pressing into his chest. She grabs the cuff of his wrist and twists him onto his stomach, forcing him to let out a pained shout as she pins his arm behind his back.

“You should’ve let them go,” she growls, forcing his face against the floor. He thrashes beneath her, but her grip is unrelenting, her strength fuelled by sheer fury.

She pulls her cuffs from her belt, snapping them onto his wrists with a finality that fills the room. She grabs his hair and yanks his head up, knee still pressing into his back. “And now you’re going to pay,” she says coldly before smashing his face into the ground, breaking his nose, and knocking him unconscious.

Her eyes flick to you, her expression softening with worry. “Are you okay?”

Before you can answer, Rio pulls out her phone, calling for backup. Her voice is calm and clipped as she gives the necessary details, but her free hand remains clenched at her side, still shaking from the adrenaline.

When the call ends, she crouches next to you, her hands ghosting over your body, careful not to touch the areas where you’re clearly in pain. “Hey, let me see,” she murmurs, her tone gentle now. “Where are you hurt?”

You wince as you shift, trying to sit up. “Just... my side. Think I hit the counter pretty hard.”

Her jaw tightens, and for a moment, you think she might explode all over again—but she just exhales, brushing a hand over your hair. “Backup’s on the way. He’s not going anywhere. I promise you’re safe now.”

You nod weakly, and she leans closer, her forehead briefly touching yours. The tension in her body doesn’t ease until the distant wail of sirens signals that help has arrived. Even then, her focus stays on you, her protective presence a shield between you and the man who dared to threaten what she holds most dear.

With the chaos finally under control and the intruder hauled away in handcuffs, Rio keeps a steady arm around you as she guides you back across the hall to your apartment. You can still feel the tremors in your hands, the echo of fear and adrenaline in your veins, but her presence is grounding.

As the door closes behind you, she doesn’t let go. Instead, she leads you to the couch, sitting beside you with her arm securely around your shoulders. “You okay?” she asks softly, her fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

You nod, leaning into her touch. “Yeah. Just... processing.”

A flicker of guilt crosses Rio’s face. “I never should’ve left you alone.”

“You couldn’t have known,” you reply, reaching up to squeeze her hand. “And you came back in time. That’s what matters.”

She exhales heavily, her arms tightening around you protectively. For a while, neither of you speak, the silence broken only by the rhythmic sound of her breathing. Then she shifts, her thumb brushing against your knuckles. “I mean it, though—I’m not letting you out of my sight for a while.”

You roll your eyes but don’t argue. The truth is, you don’t mind the idea of her staying close.

As the evening wears on, you begin to feel a sense of normalcy returning. Wrapped in her arms, you finally let your guard down, the weight of the day melting away. You tilt your head up to meet her gaze, your heart skipping as you notice the way she’s looking at you—soft yet intent.

“You’re staring,” you tease, your voice quiet.

“Can’t help it,” she murmurs, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re kind of hard to look away from.”

Your cheeks flush, but before you can respond, her lips capture yours in a kiss that’s slow and deliberate, like she’s savouring every moment. You respond eagerly, your fingers tangling in her hair as she shifts to deepen the kiss.

Somehow, the two of you end up lying on the couch, her body pressing against yours as your hands roam freely, exploring the familiar territory with renewed fervour. She pulls away just long enough to catch her breath, her forehead resting against yours. “Bedroom?” she whispers, her voice husky.

You nod, your heart racing as she helps you to your feet. The walk to the bedroom is brief, but each step feels charged with anticipation. 

You guide her to the bed, her hand sliding into yours as you both move with an unspoken understanding. She lets you press her down gently so she’s sitting on the mattress, her signature smirk tugging at her lips. “So, this is how it’s going to be tonight?” she teases, her voice low, challenging but still laced with warmth. Her eyes glint with curiosity, though you can sense she’s enjoying this shift in control. “Guess I can let you take the lead. Just this once.”

You can’t help but laugh softly, leaning down to press a playful kiss to her lips. “Call it a thank you for saving me. Hero perks, right?” You reply, your voice just as teasing.

Her chuckle rumbles low in her throat as her hands settle lightly on your hips, grounding you. “You’ve got an interesting way of saying thanks,” she murmurs, tilting her head to expose her neck—an invitation and a challenge all at once. “But I’m not complaining.”

You take her challenge with a grin, leaning down to press your lips to her neck, your kisses starting soft but quickly growing more heated. You find the spot just below her ear where her skin is most sensitive, and when she lets out a low, pleased hum, you focus your attention there. Your tongue darts out, followed by a sharp nip of your teeth, before you suck on her skin, leaving a mark to match the ones she gave you just nights ago.

She tilts her head back with a soft gasp, her fingers tightening their grip on your hips. “You’re getting good at that,” she murmurs, her tone teasing but breathless. Her words spur you on, and you trail more kisses down her neck, each one deliberate, each one claiming her in your own way.

As your lips continue their path, your hands slide over her body, unbuttoning her shirt and tugging it off. Your eyes roam her, taking in every inch of her toned body and the way her muscles flex under your touch.

“Enjoying the view?” she teases, arching a brow, but there’s a flush on her cheeks that betrays her confidence.

“Absolutely,” you reply without hesitation, earning a quiet laugh from her.

Your hands move to the waistband of her pants, your fingers brushing against her skin as you pull them down, leaving her bare before you. You grab her hips, pulling her into you so she’s perched on the edge of the bed, your legs pushing her knees further apart. Her dark eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of anticipation and challenge, and you can’t help but feel a surge of affection and desire for her all at once.

“You look good like this,” you say softly, your hands trailing up her thighs as you kneel between them.

Rio leans back on her palms, her smirk widening. “Show me just how grateful you are, sweetheart.”

Looking directly into Rio’s eyes, you drag your tongue through her wetness. 

“That’s it,” she breathes, her voice huskier now. Her nails coming to dig lightly into your shoulder as her body shifts beneath you. 

Hooking your arms under her legs, you push your face further into Rio, tongue pressing firmer against her clit and she rolls her hips at the sensation. Your tongue swirls over and around her bundle of nerves, eliciting more praise. “You’re so good at this, sweetheart,” she says, her tone uncharacteristically tender.

The praise makes your stomach flip, and you press your thighs together, feeling your arousal soak your underwear.

You notice the subtle change in her demeanour, her usual teasing grin replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. Her hands grip you tightly, but there’s a gentleness to her touch you hadn’t expected. “I don’t give up control often. But with you... it feels right.” Her voice falters slightly, and the admission makes your heart ache with tenderness.

As her orgasm builds, she finally lets go entirely, her usual defences falling away. Her head tilts back, her breathy praises and quiet gasps filling the space. After she reaches her peak, she pulls you up to her, her arms wrapping around you tightly as if grounding herself. “You’re incredible,” she whispers into your ear, her lips brushing against your temple as she catches her breath. “But don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

Her smirk returns, this time sharper, more determined. Before you can respond, she drags you down on to the bed, flipping you gently onto your back. Her strength is firm but careful, her lips curling in amusement at your surprised expression. “Your turn,” she murmurs, her voice low and promising. She begins to trail kisses down your body, her actions deliberate and knowing. “Let me show you how grateful I am,” she adds, her grin growing as your body arches beneath her touch.

With that, she strips you, her soft hands feeling all over your body. When her fingers trail up your thigh, she lets out a soft chuckle at the feeling of your arousal dripping. “Seems like someone enjoyed the praise.” 

You whimper as her fingers press lightly against your clit.

“You made me feel so good, baby.” Her middle finger slides lower. “Such a clever girl.” She teases your entrance. “You know exactly how I like it.” She pushes her finger in.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you moan as it curls inside you. “More.”

Rio slides another finger in, biting her lip and groaning at how easily you take it. "Oh, darling, you’re taking me so well,” she praises, starting to pump her fingers in and out. She adds a third, and you feel the familiar tightening in your stomach. She picks up the pace, fucking all of the tension from the night out of you both. “You look so good like this,” she coos.

Arching into her touch, head pushing into the mattress, you keen, “Oh fuck. Rio, you’re going to make me cum.”

“That’s it, sweetheart; you’re doing so well, cum for me,” she whispers against your skin, kissing your neck.

Your mouth falls open, a breathless cry escaping as your orgasm overtakes you. The tension that had been building within you shatters, a wave of heat and pleasure coursing through your body. You arch into her, every nerve alight, the sensation so overwhelming that it renders you momentarily weightless. A strangled gasp follows, your voice raw and unrestrained, her name slipping from your lips like a plea and a prayer all at once.

—

Later, as the two of you lay tangled in the sheets, Rio’s arms wrap tightly around you, holding you, refusing to let go. The tension of the night seems to fade, replaced by a sense of closeness you hadn’t fully realised until now. She presses a kiss to the top of your head, her fingers tracing absent patterns along your back.

“You know,” she begins softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t usually do this—let people in, I mean. I don’t let myself feel this way.” She hesitates, her grip on you tightening slightly. “But with you... I can’t imagine not having you here.”

Your chest tightens at her words, and you tilt your head to meet her gaze. The raw vulnerability in her eyes makes your heart ache. “Rio...” you begin, your voice trembling slightly as your hand brushes against her cheek. “I love you.”

Her lips part in surprise, and then her smile grows, soft and genuine in a way you rarely see. “Took you long enough to say it,” she teases, though her voice is thick with emotion. She leans down, brushing her lips against yours in a kiss that’s slow and tender. When she pulls back, her eyes lock with yours. “I love you too, you know.”

You crack a small smile. “So, I guess you’re gonna be the one crashing at my place now, huh? Seeing as it’s your door that got kicked in this time,” you say, breaking the tender moment.

Rio blinks at you, then lets out a soft laugh. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not a chance,” you reply, grinning now.

[riordanness]

slow motion, double vision - [w.scobell]

wordcount: 0.8K

warnings: self harm (reader)

requested: yes!

a/n: please do not read this if you struggle with self harm and won’t feel comfortable reading about it (it’s not described at all and reader doesn’t do it in this but it’s said that she has and a brief description of her wrist is also in this. don’t read this if you aren’t going to cope with that. and if you are struggling w self harm, reach out to me, please!! <3)

Another day on the Percy Jackson set. Today, we are filming a scene between Percy and Annabeth, an argument.

Walker gives me a grin once he’s finished up with the makeup crew. “Hey, you,” he says with an easy smile.

I try to replicate it. Walker has this gift. He’s so good at it. At everything. Life, acting, smiling.

All the things I struggle with.

“Hey,” I say back. “Looking good.”

“Says you.” He gives me an appreciative look. “My girlfriend looks adorable.”

I immediately get flustered. No matter how many days I’m dating Walker for, I think him calling me his girlfriend will always make me flutter inside.

“I'm not your girlfriend anymore,” I joke. “I’m Annabeth Chase, Seaweed Brain.”

He grins. “See you out there.”

As soon as he’s gone, my heart sinks again. It’s like he’s the only thing in the world that brings any kind of light to my darkness. The only smile on my sad face. The only sweet words I can say.

“The chair is the bargain,” Walker, as Percy, says. “One of us goes in, the other gets the shield.”

“I’ll do it,” I say, stepping forward, a determined look on my face.

“What? What a minute!” Walker reaches over and grabs my wrist. A flicker of pain crosses my features, but quick as lighting, I go back into character, hoping he didn’t notice.

“Whoever goes in isn’t coming out!” I say, my voice rising a little at the end.

“I know, that’s why I said wait.”

“This isn’t the arch, Seaweed Brain,” I snap in response.

“Cut!” someone yells, and I instantly break character, as does Walker.

The directing team is talking amongst themselves, which is usually a sign for us to just chat and wait for them to be ready to film again.

“Hey,” Walker comes close to me, his voice quiet. “Are you okay?”

I look at him, feigning a frown. “Course I’m okay. Why?”

He looks concerned, his blue eyes staring deep into mine. “You flinched just now. When I grabbed you.”

“Oh,” I laugh, which comes out so brittle I almost wince. “Nah, it’s all good. Just acting.” I’m brushing him off, and he knows that.

“I’m gonna grab a drink,” I tell him, and disappear before he can argue with me about it.

He finds me in the bathrooms. I’m standing over a sink, gripping the sides like a dramatic Draco Malfoy-wannabe. I have tears in my eyes, but the second I hear someone behind me, I brush them away.

“Y/n?” Walker asks quietly. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

I can’t answer, his sweet words just making me want to cry harder. I can only shake my head.

He buries me in a hug, his chin on top of my head, and his arms encircling me tightly. “Love,” he says again, speaking softly into my hair, “tell me what’s wrong.”

“Walker, I—“ I cannot bring myself to say the words, so I pull back from the hug, and pull up the sleeve of my Annabeth jacket. Across the inside of my left wrist are stripes of harsh red, jagged and fresh.

Walker’s eyes shatter, a million emotions and words and thoughts all inside their clear blue at once. His mouth opens a little.

“Y/n—“

“I’m sorry,” I blurt. “I’m so so sorry.”

He immediately folds me back into his arms. “You have no reason to be sorry,” he says roughly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you feel this awful about yourself. I’m so sorry you felt like you had no other choice. But please—“ I can tell by his voice that he’s upset. Somehow, that makes me feel even worse.

“Please come talk to me before you do something like that,” he whispers.

“Okay,” I manage.

“Do you promise?” he asks, his voice ragged.

“I promise on the River Styx.”

I feel his smile through my hair. “I love you.”

I smile too, his warmth and love spreading through me like an antidote. “I love you too, Walk.”

He pulls away from the hug, his fingertips brushing the broken skin of my wrist as lightly as he can. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get this cleaned and dressed properly, okay?”

I let him take me by the hand, and for the first time in my life, I feel completely and totally safe and understood.

With him.

[sttm99]

Omg could you write abt the reader being old ‘friends’ with bakugo before he joined the lov and one day the reader goes home to find him drunk in her apartment waiting for her saying how much he missed her or whatever and it gets spicyyy

tyy ❤️❤️

TW...? Swearing, Sex (Oral, Unprotected), Alcohol Consumption.

He looks horrible.

His hair is rough and stained dark with dirt, clothes tattered, and you can see a bruise peeking out between the hole in his jeans.

"The fuck are you doing here?"

Your voice comes out shaky and uneven as you stand before him, practically looming over him as he sat on your couch.

Bakugo doesn't look at you, instead staring down at his hands, holding the bottle of vodka he'd almost completely emptied. "I... I-"

"You what?!" You harshly spit out, fists clenched by your side.

It takes everything in you to not start raining insults and curses down at him. You can only stare in utter disappointment at how he'd turned out.

All the opportunities he'd had at UA, all his accolades and dreams, gone down the drain once he'd left. And he had the guts to end up looking so desolate?!

It makes you mad how pitiful it all was. Bakugo, the Bakugo that you'd always admired and looked up to, ending up this way - dirty and drunk on your couch after running around with the LOV for 5 years.

"Look at you!" You yell out, snatching the bottle of alcohol from his hands and slamming it down on your coffee table. "You look disgusting! Look at your hair, your clothes - when was the last time you even showered? Are you homeless - you look-"

"This morning."

"What?" You pause your ranting, blinking down at him and still raging.

He sniffs, raising a hand to scratch at his chin. "The- I showered this morning.... I promise." His voice is hoarse, his words slightly drawn out.

You let out a sigh, crouching so you were at eye level with him. "What are you doing here, Bakugo?" You ask softly, lips stretched downwards in a frown.

"I- I just..." he begins, uncharacteristically stuttering and slurring as he speaks. "I didn't know where else to go."

You glance at the vodka on your table, then back at Bakugo. "You're not a drinker." You simply say before standing and making your way to the adjacent couch. "What are you doing here, Katsuki?"

He perks up, lazy eyes instantly locking on to your own. "I- I haven't been called that in so long."

You frown, arms crossed as you sat down. "You look like shit, you know that?"

"I kno-"

"You've been gone for 5 years." His expression falls again. "It's not even like you were failing at school- you weren't! You were actually a top student- you had everything lined up for you, Katsuki! Everything! And you left, and this is all you have to show?!"

"I'm sorry."

"You left us all, disappointed everyone; your parents, your teachers, your classmates, me! And you didn't care! You threw us all away without a thought- not one back then and not any in all the years you've been gone-"

"But I did think about you." He cuts you off quickly, sad eyes boring into your angry, teary ones. "Every day, YN. If nothing else, I thought about you...."

You pause, glaring at him as he kept speaking.

"Liar." You whisper.

"'m not... I promise." He replies.

It hurts even more knowing he thought about you and never bothered to come back.

"That's why I'm here," he continues, standing from the couch and shakily making his way to where you were sat. "I- I missed you, YN... I wanted to see you and-"

"And show me what you turned out to be?" You hiss at him. "Why would you come back to me like this?" You sharply stand, looking up at him with so much hurt and anger. "You're drunk, and you're so roughed up and- Katsuki, you're a mess."

"I know- I know." He swiftly grabs your hands, holding them together tightly in his own. "That's why I came to you. I need you to fix me."

"Fix you? Are you hearing yourself?"

"Please...I don't want this anymore. I- I'm tired, please. I'm just... I don't know what else to do, who else to go to, you're the only one I can think about." He speaks with more vigour than you'd seen all evening, his grip getting tighter as he leaned closer to you.

"I can't-" You begjn, trying to force the words out your tightening throat. "I can't help you, Katsuki." You force through, words loud and trying so hard not to let the tears fall. "You're too far gone. What am I to do with you?"

"Too far gone?!" The suddeness of his yell has you flinching away, which in turn makes him tighten his grip, holds you in place so you can't move too far away. "It's still me, you know? It's always still been me. I'm still here-"

"Doesn't that make it worse? That it's just you- and you're just a monster."

Your words cut deep, silence running in its wake for a few moments before he's leaning closer, so close you can see the lines of his lips, his pores, his eyes so clear.

"Do I look like a monster to you?" He asks softly.

"Yes."

No.

It's not true. He looks like 6 years ago, when you were both back in school, and he was the unfairly strong, brooding kid who sat right behind you in class. And knocked on your room door every night at 5 pm so you could study together. And who quite nearly beat you up every time you doubted yourself, felt like you didn't belong, who forced you to feel like you were in the right place.

He looks like a years ago, the same boy who'd have found you and beat the crap out of you if you ever defected, who you know would take you back in if you ever decided to come back.

"Please... you're the only person I want to help me," Katsuki whispers to you, so different from his old brazen self, and you don't know if it's the alcohol or the time that's made him so. "If not you... there's nowhere else I can go."

And you can't help but cry, tears streaming down your face as you pull your hand away and wrap your arm around his shoulder, your head on his chest, holding him and crying.

"Why did you leave me?" You sob softly into him, body relaxing into his hold as both his hands let go of yours to hold on to your hips, keeping your body pressed against his. "Why wasn't I enough to make you stay?"

He breathed out, arms wrapping tightly around your body. "You're enough to bring me back." He whispers into your hair, "You're enough to keep me going, to make me believe it doesn't have to end like this... you're enough- for me."

You sniff softly, and he leans raises a palm to your cheek, cradling your face softly. "I've missed you," he whispers, "So much... please believe me. I've missed you."

He begins pressing his lips to your hair, then he's on your forehead, both hands now on your cheeks. You're still sniffling when his lips come down to your nose, and you're still sniffling when he pulls away to stare at you.

It's a quick, intense look before he's crushing his lips against yours, his fingers digging into your cheekbones, his mouth hungry and desperate as he devours yours.

It's been years since he's kissed anyone... and never with such need. He holds your face close to his, like he's scared you'll disappear once he let's go, and he refuses to come up for air, refuses to let his lips leave yours for too long.

And you're not much better, your hands tightly fisted into his thick, ugly shirt, keeping him close to you. You've stopped sobbing, not like you could when he swallowed every sound so greedily.

You spend what feels like hours just kissing, like it's an art form, some sort of nourishment for you two.

But then he's pushing you towards the couch, and you're quick to start undoing the buttons of your shirt. You're still clothed when the back of your knees hit the couch, and Bakugo's impatience has his mouth coming down on your neck, his hands snatching at your shirt and ripping.

But you don't care enough to reprimand him, not when you're releasing soft moans and sighs as his hand engulfs your left breast, kneading and squeezing. His technique is crude, but his desperation turns you on.

He's messy and hungry as his hands touch you all over, your waist, your back, your ass after you both manage to get your bottoms off.

He hastily pulls his shirt over his head and throws it carelessly the moment you tug on it, and then his lips are around your nipples, sucking on them and twirling them around with his tongue.

"Katsuki..." You whisper into the air, back arching and fingers in his hair as he kisses down your sternum. "I've- I've missed you so much."

"Me too," he's standing up, and you're still lying on the couch, resting on the back as he pulls your knees up, "So much." You feel his breath against your clothed cunt, hot.

"Don't leave me again," You whisper, and he's slowly pulling your panties to the side.

"I won't," he tells you as his tongue slides along your folds.

He makes you cum once on his tongue, and then twice more; when he fucks you on your carpet, and then when you ride him on the couch.

He's not so sweet with it, his hands harsh on you and his lips desperately marking his presence unto your skin. But you love it that way, you love how you can feel him so deep, how his eyes watch every inch of you.

You love it when he cums and fills you, when he's moaning your name, every nickname he's ever called you in the past, telling you how much you consumed his mind.

There's no way he's leaving again, and there's no way you're letting him.

[leaawrites]

Meer

Eli Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: a quiet conversation at the beach, based on Meer by Jeremias.

Warnings: fluff, I love a good quiet talk about something, school and migraines have been keeping me from writing so here is this.

Wordcount: 0.7k

Masterlist

Slow crashes were making a soft melody appear in the salt air surrounding them. The sand beneath the towel they were cuddled together on, flew over their skin every time the wind blew it from it’s surface and into the air. No one of them said a word, enjoying the silence they’ve been longing for so long.

With his fingers tangled up in her hair and her head resting on his thigh, Eli couldn’t stop his eyes from trailing away from the ocean and down to her. The one, he was sure, that would stay. His own hair was still wet, almost weighting down his head so he was forced to look at her. He could see the hair on her arms standing up, goosebumps appearing on her body with every breeze flying by.

Eli loved music, he really did. Creating it, listening to it, feeling it. Though sometimes silence was the most comfort one could get. With being on tour the last four months, they hadn’t seen each other as much as they wanted to. Messages and calls not doing the face to face conversations they’d have justice. And when he was finally back in her arms, with his head buried in her chest, her breathing reminded him of the sea. The calm, steady rhythm that made you close your eyes and just forget every bad thing around. With both of them by his side, he had never felt better.

The attention and fans and appreciation was worth the work, every bit of his career was worth fighting for, but he loved not having to fight for something for once.

His hand travelled further down her body, laying just beneath her breast to feel her heartbeat against his own pulse. Feeling it quicken before it slowed down again, matching with his like it’d always do. Their hearts beating as one.

“I never want to loose you,” Eli whispered, almost afraid to voice his concern about the future.

They’d never talked about it this serious. It was always just drunken giggles over wine late at night or little whispers while the other was already asleep in their arms. Having this conversation now seemed almost too serious to be taking a good turn, in his eyes.

“You won’t,” she promised him without hesitation like there wasn’t any in her mind. Like she knew this was what she’d feel forever and how she wanted to feel forever.

“How are you so sure about that?” Burying his hands in her hair and letting them move over her scalp made her close her eyes and snuggled a bit closer to his skin, leaving a kiss on his leg before sitting up and facing him.

Taking his face in her hands she held him softly, her cold cooling the warmth on his face.

“Because, sometimes, when you aren’t home, or already asleep next to me, I can’t help but wonder how your skin would feel beneath mine in seventy years. If I’d still hold you like I do now, in fear of breaking your delicate body because I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you. I can’t help but fantasize about everything we haven’t done yet and what we’ll never be able to do, but what I want to experience with no one else with you,” she said, not letting her eyes flick away from his gaze once. “I want you, in every of those thoughts. Every thought I think is about you and I don’t ever want that to change.”

Silence settled over them for a few seconds, his hands finding the top of hers and pulling her closer to lean his forehead against hers. His breath, filled with cigarettes and peppermint, flying over her face in the process, the familiar feeling sending shivers down her spine.

“I bet I’ll be all wrinkly and gross to touch,” he said. “Won’t even be alive then anymore probably.”

“Oh, Hewson, I’ll make sure you live as long as I want you to.”

A stream of laughter erupted from him, breaking the silence around the empty beach and melting a part of her. Infecting her too. Making them a mess of love and laughter, kisses shared between the two like words in a steady conversation. A river of love flowing through their veins and making them one of the same.

[miheartsedthings]

Girls Night!

NSFW - 18+ - Minors DNI

ModernBilly x FemReader

Summary: Billy gave you explicit instructions not to drink too much with your friends. So when you end the night trashed, he's not happy with you.

Warnings: Aggressive, controlling behavior, p in v, angry sex.

“Baby, I'm only gonna say this once.” Billy is standing with you in front of the door, your friends waiting outside in the Uber. He tilts your chin up, making you look at him. His eyes are serious, focused on making you hear him. “You come back to this house fucked up, you're in trouble. Understood?” 

You give him a cheeky grin, reaching up to wind one of his pretty curls around your finger. 

“By trouble do you mean you won't give me any?” 

“That's exactly what I mean.” 

“You sure?” 

He leans over, looking you right in the eye. 

“Try me.” 

Lov uuuuuu

Your vision is so blurred you can barely see the text you’re sending Billy. You and your friends can’t stop giggling, in a chattering gaggle outside the club. Hours after Billy sent you off with his warning, you’re thoroughly wasted and all you can thing about is climbing on top of that muscular body of his. You’re already wet, and with no panties on under your thin little dress it’d be so easy to get him inside you. 

“Oooh,” one of your friends calls, looking over your shoulder at all your unanswered messages. “She's in troubleeeeee” 

The four of you burst into laughter again. 

“Uh oh, s’he gonna spank you?” One of them teases. 

“I'll be fine,” you say, swaying back on your heels “You'll see. He's gonna pull up any minute now, just happy to see me.” 

Just as you say this, you hear the purr of his Camaro as Billy comes peeling around the corner. He pulls up to the curb and you can see his irritated expression. His darkened eyes look you up and down, his jaw set tight. 

Shit. 

“Yeah, he looks so happy.” One of your friends says, setting the rest of them laughing.

You stumble forward, a little too drunk to manage the sidewalk unaided. Billy clicks his tongue, a loud, aggravated sound as he hops out of the car and comes to help you. 

“Here,” he grumbles, taking the door handle in one hand and your arm in the other “lemme get that.” 

The car ride is tense, Billy is angrier than you've seen him in a while but you're too wasted to be scared. You slip off your heels and turn the music up, giggling at his annoyed scowl. You lean over the center console and touch his muscled chest. 

“Done be mad,” you say, sweetly slurring your words. “Billy baby.” 

He takes your hand and tosses it away, making you chuckle. Once home, you’re laughing like a fool when he opens your car door. Barefoot and sloppy. He leans into the car, taking your jaw in his hand so you’re forced to look at his reddening face. 

“What the fuck did I tell you?” he asks, his voice low. You pout.  

“I’m in trouble?” 

He glares. Truth is, he’s been dying to fuck you all night long.

“Fuckin brat,” he grumbles, making you burst into another round of laughter. 

He carries you bridal style into the house. He can’t deny that you look gorgeous, even drunk off your ass. He loves the way your little dress hugs you, and when you toss your head back laughing he can’t help admiring you, his eyes trailing down your neck to your chest. Your beautiful skin and perfect tits. He’s painfully hard, and if only you weren’t so drunk he’d drop down and fuck you right on the welcome mat. 

But, you got hammered. Exactly like he told you not to.  

He drops you on the bed, letting you flop onto your side. You’re still giggling as he takes off his pants, desperate to relieve the pressure from his aching erection. You roll over, leaning off the bed to reach for his bugle. 

“Oh, honey,” you coo, rubbing the stiff mound, a groan rolls from his chest before he can stop it and he swats your hand away. 

“Told you not to fuckin drink so much,” he snips. 

He snatches off his shirt, exposing his muscles. The sight of his naked chest always gets you going, and now it’s only compounded by the potent way he glares at you. A flutter of arousal moves deep in your gut, right into your hot little pussy.

“I give you one rule and this is what you do,” he’s shaking his head, thoroughly disappointed by your disobedience. Meanwhile, you’re admiring the way the warm lamp light curves around his abs, his nipples perked. It might be the tequila, but you could swear he’d showered before coming to get you. Your fingers find your wetness and swirl around in it, glossing your smooth lips and Billy watches with a tight, jealous expression. 

“C’mon baby,” you softly huff “take it out on me.” 

He sinks onto the bed beside you, slowly, his hand groping your thigh, his body warm and tense like a coiled snake. He lays there a moment watching your fingers work your sensitive pussy while you moan beside him. 

“You know what happens when I fuck you while you’re blackout fuckin drunk?” 

You smirk. 

“I cum. You fill me like a little donut.”

���You puke,” he snips, glaring with those pretty eyes. “I can’t fuck you drunk because you fuckin puke.” 

“I do not,” you answer, then take his hand and move it between your legs, pushing his finger inside you with a little moan. You sigh, and with your other hand you pull down your dress, freeing your chest. He bites the edge of his lip, admiring you, feeling your warm, wet pussy wrap around his finger. “Besides. Who cares? Fuck me till I puke.” 

He groans, dropping his face to lick and suck your nipple.  

“Told you not to get so fuckin wasted, baby.” 

His anger comes through in his hand, gripping the edge of your pelvis, a sweet pressure on your clit while his fingers work against that soft spot inside you. Your hand moves to his crotch, finding his tip poking over the top of his briefs, dripping with pre-cum. You swipe your thumb over the wetness, stroking the shaft through the thin fabric. 

“Fuck,” he moans, a deep, husky sound. “Fuck you.”

He takes off the briefs, tossing them aside. 

“Yeah, fuck me.” 

“Shit,” He gets up, positioning himself between your legs. “If you get sick it’s your own fuckin fault.” 

“Don’t wo-”

“Shut up,” he leans over, grabbing your face under the chin as his other hand strokes his cock, “You shut the fuck up and stay still.” 

Finally, you realize how much trouble you’re in for. He kisses you as he rushes in, filling your pussy just as much as you can stand, pushing himself all the way inside. You moan into his mouth, your whole body alight with pleasure. He feels so perfect inside you, a sweet, lush swelling that makes your eyes roll back. You’ve always loved drunk sex. 

“So good,” you moan, and he groans at the sound, his hand moving down to rest on your clavicle as he fucks you, his hips slapping against your ass, his strong cock messaging you deep inside. Little tremors of pleasure burst up through your hips and into the rest of you, your stomach dropping out, your head rushing. Your whole body is rocking. 

“You like me fuckin that drunk little pussy?” 

His husky voice makes you moan. 

“S'good. You're so good, baby” 

Your words pinch off into a breathless moan as he leans into you, fucking you deep and hard, drilling you into the bed, the headboard rocking against the wall. Your stomach fills with butterflies, your whole body full of a hopeless buzz. Your dizzy eyes make out his face contorted in a pleasure so fine it borders on agony. 

“Don't you ever disobey me again. You hear me?” 

You nod. 

“I'll - I'll be - good.”

Your words come out choppy, in time with his hips as every thrust knocks your breath right out of your body. Heat breaks out across your stomach, a wave of nausea mingling with the delicious fullness inside you. 

You make a little sound, bringing his eyes straight down to yours. 

“Hold on,” he commands, a hand to your cheek as he speeds up “hold on, baby. Breathe.” 

You suck in air, the pleasure and sickness welling in tandem, neck and neck with each other. 

“Don't stop,” You whine “so close.” 

“Fuck,” he moans, his hips falling out of rhythm for a moment as he gets closer “fuck, fuck, that tight pussy.” 

Your eyes flutter closed, and behind your lids the world is spinning, your body just a sponge full of light and the most luscious pressure deep inside you. He dips his face into your neck, a long, deep moan rolling out of him while you're overwhelmed at the same time. The feeling swells up, blooming in a chorus of waves, turning you inside out as you fill the air with his name. 

The wave passes, and another one promptly takes you over. Your tongue goes soft and you squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Baby?” Billy breathes, touching your cheek “you okay? You gonna be sick?” 

You take a deep breath, opening your eyes to his beautiful face. 

“All sweet now, huh?” 

He smirks. 

“Shoulda listened to me.” 

He brings you cold water, opening the bedroom window to welcome fresh air to roll over your body, easing the nausea. You sigh into the cool relief. He crawls into bed beside you, pulling your body into his and snuggles in close, kissing the back of your neck. 

“You're gonna be hung over tomorrow.” 

“Oh well,” you shrug, already falling into a blank haze of dreamless, drunken sleep.

Thanks for reading ~

[heartofroses112]

Our Own Choices First Draft — Fox and Bly confronting Cody

Bly and Fox shared one last, long look before Bly activated the panel. The doors slid open on near silent tracks. There, across the room, standing by the thick transparisteel window and gazing out into the ever-changing space outside of their ship, stood the Commander. Cody. His helmet was off, nowhere to be seen in the large room.

The way he held himself, arms clasped behind his back and stance strong, was so obviously Cody. Bly didn’t know how he had never seen it before. Well, he had seen it. He’d just thought it impossible. Fox had found reports, had heard it directly from the slimeball Emperor himself of Cody’s death. But here he was, standing before them, fighting alongside them and their brothers for fourteen long years without so much as a hint to his identity.

Bly and Fox made their way across the room, footsteps muffled but just loud enough as to give their movement away. Bly rubbed his arms, wishing for the warmth of his armor. Space was cold. But the plastoid was constricting. It wouldn’t allow him to drag Cody into the bone-crushing hug he had been yearning for since the dramatic asshole had whipped off his helmet and insulted Palpatine in so many colorful ways that he must have spent years coming up with them.

Bly stepped up to Cody’s left side, staring out into space along with him. Fox stopped on Cody’s right, and for several long moments, the three of them stood in silence.

Finally, Bly could not take anymore. “Why?” he said.

“There’re a dozen answers to that question. All depends on what you’re asking.”

Bly choked on a laugh. He’d forgotten how snarky Cody chose to be when it was just their batch. And Rex, but, well, he was practically a part of their batch at this point. He had been, at least. “You know exactly what I’m asking.”

“Then you know my answer.”

“Cody.” Fox cut in, sharp and straight to the point. Out of the corner of his eye, Bly watched the full-body shudder that wracked through Cody. Bly ignored the tight pang in his chest at the hidden motion. “We thought you were dead.”

“And so did I.”

Bly frowned. “We’ve been here for the past two years at least. That’s plenty of time when you could’ve told us. Hell, what about your own men from the 212th? They’ve been here since the beginning, and they’ve been mourning their commander this whole time.”

“Until I arrived on that planet and saw your faces, I was convinced you were both dead.” Cody still hadn’t looked at them. “After the Order went out… I looked for you. But Rex was killed when they turned on Tano. Wolffe was confirmed MIA almost immediately. Fox, you, you were always at the Chancellor’s side, I couldn’t risk that you would ever join me.”

His voice was flat and without any inflection. “So that left you, Bly. But a week later, all I found were reports that you ate your blaster.”

Fox sucked in a breath.

“And I thought about… I thought that maybe… I wondered if you made the only right choice left.” His whispered words should have died at their ears. Instead, they ricocheted around the cold, steel room. “Bly, you were the one I wanted to see most. Because you…” Cody sighed, eyes falling shut even as his head tilted backward. “You were the only one who could understand.”

“Understand what?” Bly thought he knew. There was really only one thing Cody could have meant by that. But how could Bly have never known before now?

Cody’s eyes opened, gaze locked on the rivets along the outer wall. “You loved your general. And I lov—” He cut himself off, tearing his eyes away to instead stare at the ground. “I love—” He tried again.

“Oh, Cody.” Bly’s heart was in his throat, breaking into pieces for the pain that was still so clearly etched across his brother’s face. There was a reason Cody wore his helmet more than the rest of them; he’d never been able to hide his true feelings when he was just so damn expressive. It’s how Wolffe had known if he had pushed Cody too far when they were still just cadets. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Rex told me to wait,” he said simply. “He thought it would be funny if you all saw me and… If you guessed. It wasn’t hard, apparently.” He loosed a breath from between his teeth. “Course, then the Order went out.”

“Cody, I’m so sorry.” Again, Cody shuddered at the sound of his name. Bly longed to drag his brother into his arms. But Cody wasn’t ready for that yet, not after so many years with no more contact than the mission required.

“It can’t be changed.”

“Doesn’t mean it hurts any less,” Fox murmured, stepping slightly closer to Cody. “And you’ve kept this inside for so long.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Bly asked, suddenly so full of rage at the self-imposed exile his brother placed himself in. “We’ve been here for years now, Cody. And it’s not just us. What about everyone from the 212th? They’ve been mourning their commander, their brother for so long and you’ve just been here the whole kriffing time?”

“I will not expect you to understand my actions.”

“Damnit, Codes, we want to talk to you, not the karking Commander! We’ve been around him enough.” Fox glowered at the side of Cody’s head. But Cody still didn’t look at either of them.

“He’s all that’s left.” Cody’s voice was devoid of emotion. He returned to looking out the viewport, the light of distant stars reflecting on his face. “Cody died the day he shot down his General and felt no remorse.”

“It was the chips,” Fox tried.

“I was still the one to follow the Order. And then my brothers were dying around me, and my batchmates were gone, and there was no one left to understand how I felt, and there was so much riding on my fucking shoulders. So, you do not get to come in here and lecture me. There is nothing else I have wanted more than to look at my brothers without a karking helmet between us, to actually be with them and not just be the karking Commander!”

Cody’s chest heaved, his fists clenched tight against his thighs. Fox and Bly exchanged a look, the same expression of worry and hurt flashing between them. Cody turned and paced several steps away from them. “You have no idea,” he started, voice low and tightly controlled, “how hard it has been this past decade, to see you, my closest brothers, and not be able to lessen your grief, to not hold you close and feel safe.”

“No one is making you do this.” Bly felt as if he were pleading, begging a brother to step back, step off the ledge.

Cody sighed, eyes still squeezed shut. “I know. But… I don’t deserve… I can’t… How can I be happy, Bly, when I killed him? I love, I loved, I loved him, and he loved me too. How can I ever forgive myself when the last thought he probably ever had was of how the men he trusted with his life were now the ones taking it?”

Bly stared at his brother. He had so much pent-up… self-hatred. Disgust with himself. Loathing of his actions that had not been his own actions at all. There was a distinct prickling at the back of Bly’s eyes as he watched Cody desperately try to hold the pieces of himself together.

“Cody.” Fox took a step toward Cody.

Cody’s shoulders shook. “Stop,” he bit out.

“Cody,” Fox said again.

Cody turned his head away, eyes still shut. His scar, the scar that was oh so distinctive, the scar that marked him as Cody, the scar Bly had searched for in vain on every brother he met, caught the faint light from above. “Stop it.”

“Let yourself be you again, Cody,” Bly said, closing the distance between them. The pair of them were once more in reach of their lost brother. “Doing this… hiding yourself away in repentance, it’s only letting Palpatine win.”

Cody flinched, but still, he didn’t look at them.

Fox pushed on. “I didn’t know your General well. None of us did, there… there wasn’t time. But I know he fought for our individuality, our sense of self that so much of the Republic tried to wash away. You’ve always been Cody, our Cody. But you never seemed so much like yourself, so confident in who you were and what you fought for, than after you joined Kenobi.”

“He’s dead now,” Cody whispered with a tremble in his voice.

“So, carry on his legacy.” Bly searched his brother’s face, familiar lines that meant upset and anger and stress, tightness in his jaw that meant stubbornness and fear. “Cody, won’t you look at us?”

“The helmet’s gone, Cody,” Fox murmured. “Let us see you. Look at us, please.”

Perhaps it was the ‘please.’ Fox never said it before, not unless the world was ending, or a brother was dying. Slowly, so slowly, Cody turned his head, entire body still trembling. His eyes slid open, and then it seemed as if he couldn’t get enough, gaze flickering between Bly and Fox and never staying still for more than a moment.

“Won’t it be so much more powerful,” Fox said, “when Palpatine is brought down by Cody and Fox and Bly, not just the Commander and his nameless clones?”

“Kenobi and… and Aayla.” Bly stopped, suddenly unable to speak beyond the burning in his throat. He dragged in a breath and continued. “They loved us, Cody. They loved us for who we are. Don’t erase that. Live as Cody, and do it for him. Do it for us, for all the brothers you have rescued. Please, we… we need you. We need Cody far more than we have ever needed the Commander.”

Cody heaved a broken sob, teeth tight against the sound in an attempt to keep it inside. He looked at the wall again, hands clenched around the edges of his armor. Bly fell silent, just watching his brother. If Cody was to come back to them… it would have to be on his own terms. Cajoling and pushing had never worked to make Cody see sense. He always was too stubborn for his own good.

“The Commander is all I know anymore.”

Bly’s heart threatened to break in two. His vision grew blurry. He blinked, hard.

Fox looked similarly affected. But he swallowed. Then he raised his chin and stared Cody down. “If that’s true, if… if you don’t know how to be Cody anymore, then why did you reveal yourself to Palpatine? Why now, after so many years of hiding your face?”

Cody looked at Fox, brow furrowed. “He was threatening you,” Cody said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Fox froze in place. “He scares the shit out of you, Fox, and nothing does that. No one is allowed to do that.” Cody shrugged, eyes still dancing over Fox’s face. “I thought I’d give him a new target to hate.”

Fox still wasn’t moving. Cody sighed and looked away, fingers still digging into his armor. “I… I should go. There’s a lot to do, now that I’ve karked everything up and—”

“Cody,” Fox breathed. “Oh, Cody, Cody, Cody.” He reached out, hands shaking as he brushed the side of Cody’s plastoid-covered arms. Cody stiffened but did not move as Fox dragged him in, crushing him against his chest. Fox was still repeating Cody’s name, burying his face against Cody’s hair, hands tight around his back.

Cody gasped, eyes wide and body trembling like a leaf in a storm. He crumbled into Fox’s hold, pressing his face against Fox’s neck as they clung to each other. “Cody, Cody, my Cody,” Fox continued to whisper like a prayer.

Bly surged forward, sweeping both his brothers into his arms. Bly and Fox squeezed Cody between them, hard plastoid hampering them only slightly. Bly’s forehead rest against the back of Cody’s neck, and his skin felt hot and feverish, a sign of the long, long years without a touch of comfort and love.

Bly couldn’t hold back the tears that trickled down his cheeks, melting down Cody’s neck and into the blacks under his armor. Cody continued to tremble, hands clutching desperately at Fox even as he pressed back into Bly.

“We’re here, Cody. We’re here, we’re here,” Bly murmured. “We have you. Let go, Cody, we have you.”

And so, Cody let go, the grief and anger and hatred that had been building up for over a decade with no outlet finally pouring from him in devastating waves. Cody did not cry, of that Bly was sure. But he trembled and shook and shattered beneath their hands, dry sobs and broken apologies, apologies that Bly meant to return but just could not find the words.

Bly had failed Cody for years, had failed him the day Bly had faked his death and ran from the Empire. But he would not fail him any longer. Cody would never feel alone again, would never feel the same lack of choice and want. Bly would make sure of it. Fox would as well, and the remainder of the 212th, and the 501st, and every brother in between.

For the first time in many, many years, Bly thought of the Jedi, of his Jedi, with only solid resolve. I promise, Aayla. And General Kenobi, if you can hear me. I won’t let him down. I’ll keep him safe. And we’ll avenge you. Palpatine will suffer for all he’s done, to you and to Cody and to everyone else. But for now, Bly kept his batchmates close and held them as if nothing else in the galaxy mattered. Nothing else ever would.

pt 1 | pt 2

[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

I never had any prom night :( I always wanted one and wear a pretty princess-like dress So could I ask for Shigaraki and any other mha boys making some kind of special prom night? :3 Thank you <33

A/n: Damn Anon! I’ll make sure this is equal to some of my prom nights!!! You’re gonna love it! 😊 Please enjoy! This features Shigaraki & Todoroki

SHIGARAKI Tomura -

“You’ve never been to a prom before Y/n?”

You shake your head, smiling at Toga. Shigaraki listens in as he leans against the doorway.

“I’ve never been but I always wanted to go. When it was prom night, I would watch from afar at all the dresses in the night. I wanted a big dress so bad.”

Shigaraki lifts off his mask and walks to the exit. He simply nods at you and Toga before leaving. He was thankful it was night time since it would be so much easier to get the things he needed.

You’re going to have the best prom with him and everyone else at the LOV!

He knocks on everyone’s door and lets them in on the plan. Dabi was a bit hesitant but after some bribing he said yes. You were one of Dabi's closest friends, so he didn't really need that much convincing.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

"Y/n, come with me to the roof. I have something important to show you."

"Okay Tomura."

You stand from your seat and follow behind him. You first thought that you were in trouble since you ate all the cookies on top of the fridge but then that thought disappeared as soon as you stepped onto the rooftop.

Little fairy lights ignited all at once when you took a step forward. 'Shigaraki' started to melt into nothing in front of you and the real Tomura Shigaraki was revealed in a suit. Along with the rest of your friends at the LOV. Tomura walks over with a dress in his arms.

"I overheard your conversation with Toga and how you never had a prom before. I took matters into my own hands and - and I got you a little something."

You were led to a dressing room by Toga who was dressed in a pink and red gown. You practically squealed when you saw what he picked out for you. He really did listen to you when you spoke.

Soon, you stepped out of the dressing room and Shigaraki was so in awe that he had to take the hand off his face.

"How do I look?"

"Terrible. Absolutely terrible."

You punch his arm and laugh. "Be so for real Tomura."

"Beautiful. I love this on you."

You spent the entire night talking, drinking and dancing with Shigaraki. It was wonderful, even as the night was coming to an end. You stand next to Tomura and smile at him before placing your hand over his.

“Thank you. This was the most fun I’ve ever had in my life.”

You push your lips softly against his CRUSTY cheek before walking back downstairs. He stands there for a moment, hand hovering over the lipstick stain and relishing in that small moment you had just then. He could feel his cheeks heat up before he also headed downstairs.

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TODOROKI Shoto -

Shoto just overheard you when you were chatting with the rest of the girls in the common room. You looked like you were about to head to bed. You had your hair wrapped up, silk pajamas and had a pillow squished in your arms.

“I’ve never had a prom before. I’m probably not missing out.”

Some of the girls shared their input about the topic and asked questions.

“Why didn’t you have a prom?”

“I couldn’t afford a dress and I was anxious since I was the odd man out in school.”

You simply smiled and looked at the girls. Some of them looked surprised and showed pity on their faces. You waved your hands when they started to apologize.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I look at it as dress up so I probably didn’t miss out on much.”

You smile, nod at them and then stand from the couch. Shoto was buying snacks from the machine nearby when you stopped behind him.

“Hey Todoroki, you having a movie night or something?”

“Just studying. This’ll help me stay awake and focused.”

He moves to the side so you can get what you want out of the machine. You had grabbed the bag of sour candy and then bid adieu to your classmate. As soon as you entered your dorm, he kept thinking about how sad you looked. He hurried back to his dorm and wrote down ideas to make your night.

He came up with the perfect plan!

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You were still awake, staring up at the ceiling and scrolling through your phone. Was that stupid prom talk getting to you?

“Ughhh.” You push a pillow into your face as you sit up from your comfortable position.

Just as you remove the pillow, a knock sounds on your door. You checked your phone and saw it was 2 in the morning. You get up and mope toward your door. You open it and no one is there.

You look down at the floor and see a box of shoes and- is that a dress? You pick up the two items and then you see the note. You read it in your head and smile to yourself.

“Guess I’m getting ready.”

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After getting ready, you hear a noise from your balcony. You decide to check it out in case it was something serious. You pull back your curtain and look at the ice slide leading to a big patch of ice. You let out a “fuck it” and slide down to meet face to face with Todoroki… in a suit.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Thank you for the dress, I love it.”

“I had a feeling you would.”

He holds out his hand to you and you place your hand in his. He quickly clicks a button on his phone before tossing it to the side. A slow song starts playing and you both rock to the rhythm.

“As a person who’s also never had a prom before, I had to ask my mom about specific details that she remembers.”

He spins you around and goes back to rocking with the rhythm. As a crescendo sounds in the song, bright twinkles form in the sky. He can’t help but look at your facial expression of awe.

“You certainly outdid yourself.” You laugh.

“I couldn’t get everything done that my mom had mentioned in this much time. Only the things she remembered significantly. For example…”

He picks you up and spins you around in his arms. You squeal and laugh in excitement at this. He smiling softly at you, even as he slowly lowers you to the ground. Your arms are around his neck and his are around your waist.

“Did she mention something like…this?”

You lean in and connect your lips in a sweet and gentle kiss. You could feel his left side heating up and his right trying to cool his body down. It was such a nice sensation. You didn’t even want to move away.

You wanted to stay just a little while longer.

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A/n: that’s it! Thank you so much! Please think about requesting when you leave! Byeeee!

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[void-bitten-ghost]

Modern Mizu hears you like a bit of 'danger and excitement' from one of your friends, so she takes you to an underground fighting ring for like, your fifth date. This is after the gun range fiasco, so you've already seen a side of Mizu that not many have been allowed to see.

When she mentions this idea you're like, so fucking excited but still kinda like??? There's one of these here????? Nearby????? Holy shit yes???? Please?????? That's so cool?????

She specifically avoids answering how she knows it exists. This isn't about her. This is about sharing an experience she loves and you've shown interest in.

She picks you up on her bike (because Of Course she would have a motorbike that's like either this hand-me-down or a fixer-upper she restored) and you go. It's exactly what you thought it would be, off vibes and dodgy people, but being with Mizu somehow makes you feel safe because she's confident. But it's not an arrogant kind of confidence, it's a steady, assured sort of confidence that puts you right at ease as she takes your hand and leads you through the crowd.

Now, something you don't know is this is not Mizu's stomping grounds. Not even close. But she knew it by name and reputation and it was close enough you could both make a night out of it rather than three. Although... she wouldn't mind if that were to happen--

She snaps back to reality when you step forward and holler out encouragement to the scrawnier one of the two currently in the ring. The corner of her mouth quirks at your enthusiasm, a brow lifting and a hip popping as she crosses her arms to just. Watch you. As you lose yourself to the energy of the room.

The match ends with the scrawny one getting his ass handed to him by the dude built like a brick shit-house. She expected as much. It takes a certain amount of skill to be able to take a mountain of a man like that down while having such a slight build. She'd know, after all.

Anyway. Everything is going swimmingly until some prick pushes his luck trying to get your attention. You very bluntly tell him he's barking up the wrong tree and he does not take the rejection well. Mizu tries to not intervene directly with your battles too often. You're a capable person, it's one of the things she lov- likes. Likes about you.

But then the burly fuck reaches for you. You smack his hand away and go to headbutt him. She grabs you by the waist before you could start the climb to reach and if you weren't so riled up you might have short circuited at the feel of her calloused hand on your skin.

"This bitch yours, mutt?" He grunts to Mizu, and you see fucking red.

"You fucking dare call her a mutt you jumped up little cun--"

"Yes," she says over you, calm as a still lake, and you do actually short circuit at Mizu calling you 'hers'. The heat of anger in you switches gears to something far sweeter, but no less scalding.

"And I would appreciate it if you didn't upset her," Mizu says, her fingers trailing to your hip and gripping a belt loop possessively. You can suddenly feel every point of contact. Hip, arm, chest...

That's when the man looks at Mizu. Really looks at her with a lean forward and squinted eyes, looking over her tinted shades.

"Onryo," he breathes, and you feel Mizu tense behind you. She hadn't heard that name for a good long while. It was a name from her troubled youth. One she thought was long behind her since going legit.

"You're a long way from home, demon."

"What of it?"

You could sense something was happening as the two spoke in what you thought was an amicable tone, but then Mizu is pulling you behind her and shedding her jacket. You take hold of it instinctively as she went to drop it on the ground and she finally turns your way.

"Everything is fine," she tells you in that same confident tone, but she must see your confusion and anxiety written on your face because she takes your chin in her hand and gives you a quick peck on the lips. You stand there with a stupid, dumbstruck look she grins at as she--

She's heading to the ring. She's heading to the middle of the ring and she's shedding another layer as she climbs over the freshold oh dear gods you don't know what to do. What to think. Holy fucking shit she's right there in a sports bra and baggy pants while wrapping her knuckles-- where did she get wrappings from?????

You're more than short circuiting at this point. You need a soft reboot. Maybe a full reboot at this rate since she's sliding off those tinted glasses and-- oh.

You see her eyes.

You've seen them before, of course. But not like this. Not with this intensity behind them. Like she's looking right through her opponent to predict every single movement his future self might consider making. That indomitable focus had you flushing with heat from head to toe as you watched, mouth parted, breaths quickening.

She floors a man twice her size and three times the bredth and your knees might give out. Are you swooning? You might just be fucking swooning holy fuck--

But then she gets gut punched and then tackled by a secret second opponent and you snap back into the whole situation.

You scream out encouragement to Mizu until your lungs feel dry, and then you scream some more. You want to be the loudest. You want Mizu to hear you and know you're rooting for her while she wipes the floor with these cheating bastards.

There's four of the fuckers now. Four all dressed in similar... you hesitate to call them uniforms. More like they all shopped at the same tec-wear store at the same time. But shit are they fast. You have the slightest moment of worry when you see the glint of metal fly past in one of their fists--

Mizu breaks thier arm with a sickening twist and a wet 'crack', and you think you might never have been so turned on in your entire fucking life.

(And also you might need to address and analyse some things about yourself later...)

The metal drops to the floor with an audible clang and a loud noise goes off somewhere. You're going to be honest, you're not really paying attention to anything else other than how Mizu moves around her opponents. Even outnumbered she holds her own, muscles coiled and yet her movements are smooth like flowing water. You can't help but think of the type that wears away cliffsides and cracks apart mountains, because that's what she's doing. She's fighting smart where they're fighting with force, and she is kicking their fucking asses--

Others converge on the ring, the crowd flooding in to hold them all down and you can't help but notice it takes five fully stacked men to hold Mizu down. And even then that only lasts about seven seconds before she breaks free, methodically picking them all off one by one before she launches herself into the now turbulent crowd.

That's when you panic, shouting for her while elbows and shoulders send you this way and that. You narrowly dodge a fist to the face before a hand grabs yours. You're ready to swing right back when you lock eyes with those sharp blues you so adore.

You both book it out, avoiding flailing limbs and thrown table legs. You've somehow still got Mizu's jacket in the crook of your arm when you both make it outside and keep running, only stopping when the sound of sirens was long, long off in the distance.

You're both curled over in a dark, dank alleyway, breaths haggard and coming out as clouds in the crisp night air.

You look up from your knees, ass pressed against the brick wall to support your wobbly legs, and you can't help but crack a grin when you see Mizu in a similar state, only just realising what the fuck just happened.

The grin breaks into a laugh when Mizu looks to you with a bright smile of her own, it's a wheezing thing at first, but then it becomes a full belly laugh when she joins you. And oh, is that such a rare sight. Mizu losing herself in a laugh and then looking at you with the most beautiful full face smile you've ever seen in your life.

Your giggles die in the face of that smile, replaced with a quiet awe and probably the dumbest looking lovesick stare--

Steps. Multiple steps approach the alley and Mizu's first and only instinct is to hide and protect you, pressing you back against the wall and covering your mouth with her hand, catching your yelp of surprise before it could really become an external sound.

And ohhhhh, what a predicament you find yourself in. Pinned to a wall by this very strong and capable and, evidentally, dangerous woman who took you out tonight to a place you would only dream of going to and protected you the entire time and then caused a room wide fight to break out that she was, up until that point, winning--

Ohhhh my phone is currently dying a death imma have to post and carry on later because my brain is a bastard that way 🙃

[altaiiriss]

The plan was simple.

Go to this world.

Check in on the Agency.

Make sure that everything went according to his counterpart's plan.

Leave.

The most important part: do not cross paths with Chuuya.

But when he spots ginger hair and a tacky hat from afar, it's only a matter of seconds before he's pinned to the ground, a familiar knife pointed at his throat.

"What kind of disgusting ability is this?" the man above him barks, words filled with venom.

"This is not an ability." Dazai states, calmly.

"Don't you dare imply you're him," the knife brushes against his throat, a sharp vessel for the man's rage. "Boss died. Threw himself off the Port Mafia building."

Dazai swallows. This Chuuya looks different from the one he has known for seven years.

He's not as vibrant. He doesn't shine as much he does.

He looks like he almost gave up on living.

"Chuuya—"

"You have no right to say my name, you fucking imposter."

"Please, listen," he pleads. Damn, he doesn't like this Chuuya. "I am Dazai, just—not the one from this world. Not the one you knew."

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Chuuya questions through gritted teeth.

"I came here from a different timeline," he explains, careful, "I do share some memories with this world's Dazai, though."

"If you truly are Dazai," the name burns like liquid fire on his tongue, "then you must be a pathological liar as well. Why should I believe you?"

Dazai smirks. This Chuuya is a ticking bomb and he's ready to light his fuse.

"The first time he made love to you," he chooses his words carefully—they had sex plenty of times, but making love was new to them—"he told you he lov—"

Chuuya's fist meets Dazai's cheek.

It's painful, but Dazai didn't expect anything less from him.

"How the fuck did you come to this place?"

"I take it that Chuuya believes me." he grins, satisfaction making its way across his face. "It doesn't really matter. Let's say my ability comes in handy sometimes."

His Chuuya would have laughed at him. Probably told him he's a pain in the ass.

This Chuuya stays quiet and just... walks away?

Dazai's brow furrows.

"Where are you going?" the brunet asks, still sitting on the ground.

"I got nothing to say to you. You can go back to your fucking timeline." he snarls, that gloomy look plastered on his face.

"My, my, holding me accountable for what my counterpart did?" Dazai singsongs in his usual cheerful tone.

The next second he's avoiding the knife thrown at his head.

"I'm giving you one last warning," he growls, and Dazai swears he sees a reddish hue where Chuuya's brown eye should be. "Go. The fuck. Away."

"I just want to talk. About everything."

"You said you're not him, hah? Then you're nothing more than a stranger to me."

"I can explain why—"

"I don't care!" the ground shakes, courtesy of Tainted, but doesn't move beneath Dazai's shoes. "If he truly cared he would have told me about his fucking death plan instead of hiding everything from me!"

A long silence follows.

"Five minutes," Dazai pleas, "and I'll explain everything. Then I'll go back to my world."

Ten minutes later they're in the Port Mafia building, more precisely in Chuuya's office, which previously belonged to Dazai.

The detective glances at the empty chair and he can see it—the ghost of his counterpart, legs crossed, and the redhead standing fiercely on his left, covering his blind side.

There's something terrifying about it. A bond that was way different from the one he shares with his Chuuya; an unmatched level of trust and intimacy.

Imagining himself as the Port Mafia boss is making him sick to his stomach.

"I don't have all day," Chuuya complains, arms crossed. "Go on. I'll listen."

Once Dazai is done talking, the tension in the room is palpable.

"Why," Chuuya mutters, gripping the red scarf hanging over his shoulders, "Why didn't he tell me? Why did he send me on that fucking mission in London? I could have saved him."

"That's the point." Dazai sighs. "Saving him wasn't part of the plan. It would have ruined it."

"So ruining my life was the safest option, hah?" he scoffs, bitterness seeping through his words.

"You would have done the same for him."

'Yes', Chuuya wants to scream. 'Yes, and the fact that he prevented me from doing it keeps me awake at night'.

"You know," the redhead begins, breaking the silence, "I sensed something was off. At some point I realised we weren't on the same wavelength anymore. He treated me like shit then almost worshipped me as if his life depended on it."

"I guess you have figured out why."

"Yeah," the realisation burns the back of his throat. "He tried to detach himself. To make it easier for both of us."

'But he couldn't' is left unsaid.

"I don't know what you do to us, Chuuya," he blurts out, his mouth talking on its own, "It's terrifying."

He finds it easier to be a little bit honest with a Chuuya he's never going to see again.

If it makes him a coward, he doesn't care.

The redhead remains quiet and Dazai spots a myriad of emotions in his eyes.

Hurt, anger, sadness, longing.

"Am I happy?" Chuuya suddenly asks, "In your world."

"Are you happy in this one?" Dazai asks back, unsure.

"You want me to say 'yes' so you can feel better about all the mess your counterpart left for me to deal with? 'Cause I won't."

"This is the only world in which Od—"

"I know." he stops him. He doesn't want to hear that name again. "I just wish he talked to me instead of making all decisions on his own as if I didn't matter a damn thing to him. I guess I was useful as his strongest weap–"

"Don't." Dazai interrupts him, his voice firm. "You've never been a weapon. Not to him. Not to us."

The silence that follows eats them both alive. Talking to this Chuuya is filling Dazai with uneasiness for some reason he doesn't understand.

Seeing him so empty, inevitably similar to himself, makes him uncomfortable.

Does his Chuuya feel the same? Is he hiding all that resentment as well?

"Well, this took more than five minutes. I'll leave as I promised." he announces, suddenly unable to stand in that room anymore.

"Wait." Chuuya calls, his voice unsure.

He walks to Dazai until they're facing each other.

"I have one request. Then I'll let you go."

Dazai knows where this is going. That's why he didn't want to meet this Chuuya in the first place.

"Can I..." the redhead hesitates, "Have one last kiss before you go?"

Dazai's heart aches for the first time in ages.

"I'm not him." he states, voice flat.

They stare at each other's eyes, lost in the moment, and Dazai barely registers the way Chuuya is delicately pushing him against the desk until he's sitting on the black surface.

Neither of them dare speak, for any word would ruin the sacred religiousness of the moment.

Chuuya slots himself between Dazai's legs, bringing their bodies impossibly closer, and his hands reach for his scarf.

He removes it, his movements painfully slow, and Dazai swallows as the red cloth is placed around his shoulders.

Dazai's throat wobbles.

Chuuya's vision blurs.

Dazai feels seen as the redhead's eyes wander all over his face, scanning every feature so that he can store it in his mind until the last memory of the two of them fades.

A gloved hand reaches for Dazai's bandaged neck, caressing the fluffy brown curls, and Dazai's arms instinctively circle Chuuya's waist.

Would his Chuuya be mad at him if he found out?

"A Port Mafia traitor from another world, wearing his precious scarf... He would be feral." Dazai mutters, the forced proximity making him dizzy.

"He owes me." is all the current boss of the Port Mafia says, his eyes fixated on the detective's chapped lips.

His right hand comes to rest on the left side of Dazai's face, covering his eye, and their lips finally connect.

The kiss is tender, almost heart-shattering—it's nothing like the ones he shares with his Chuuya, and it's surely way different than the ones this Chuuya used to share with his counterpart—and yet its bitterness is suffocating.

This life wasn't designed for them, Chuuya thinks, but for now he'll just pretend his former boss is right in front of him.

It can't hurt more than it already does anyway.

Dazai pulls away first, fully aware that the longer this lasts, the more it's going to hurt, and Chuuya heaves a shaky breath in return.

He tries to keep the ghost of his former Boss close to him, but all his efforts are pointless against death.

"I'm going now," Dazai announces, placing the red scarf back on Chuuya's shoulders.

'It doesn't suit you at all', he thinks.

The detective twirls a ginger curl around his finger before walking away. "Take care."

"You will come back, will you?" Chuuya asks, both hopeful and hopeless, and Dazai wonders if this is how his Chuuya felt when he left the Mafia after Odasaku died.

Dazai smiles, quietly. "No. I have no right to be here."

"Always leaving me behind, no matter which universe you fuckers come from." Chuuya mocks him, but he speaks in loneliness. "Go, before I kill you."

"You wouldn't, neither of you." he replies, smiling to himself. "He's doing fine, by the way. Has gone through a lot, but never once lost his colours."

'You're both too good for us and that's why you'll never fully stop hurting', he thinks.

They steal one last glance at each other before Dazai finally disappears behind the door.

"Goodbye, Chuuya."

[tickly-giggles]

Feather Ticklish (My Hero Academia)

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Characters: League of Villains (Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Hawks)

Shipping: Technically DabiHawks but they're not together yet

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Word Count: 2,683

Summary: During a meeting at the LoV hideout, Hawks notices Dabi looking more down and apathetic than usual. He tries to make him feel better, but when words don't work, he realizes he may need to take another approach.

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It had been quite a slow day. The League of Villains had rather frequent meetings as of late, especially due to the pesky heroes getting on their case now more than ever. They usually consisted of what their goals were to be after they succeeded, an entire alphabet of alternative plans, and what to do in the worst case scenario - that being the heroes finding their hideout, a traitor in the League, or one of the League members dying.

The current meeting was regarding their newest recruitment, and how he was going to be of service to them. Shigaraki had a way of talking that made the meetings simultaneously entertaining, yet hard to bear. He was very passionate when he spoke, but his voice was shallow and raspy. Hearing it in large quantities didn’t help Dabi’s headache, especially when he had a tendency to ramble and go off topic.

The hot-headed villain rested his head against the big table they were all seated at, the cold surface stinging his skin in a refreshing way. Slowly, everything started to sound as if he were underwater, and he tuned out his cohorts’ voices. With a gentle sigh, Dabi closed his eyes and listened to nothing while he waited for his headache to subside. 

Bzzzt-! 

He jolted at the sudden vibration against his leg. With a low grumble, he fished his phone out of his pocket and glowered at the notification.

Bird Brain: hey, u look down. u ok?

Dabi furrowed his brow, then looked up at Hawks. He was sitting directly across from him.

Hot Stuff: Why are you texting me? You’re right in front of me.

Bird Brain: we’re in a meeting. i cant just talk over ppl

Oh, he supposed that made sense. Dabi rolled his eyes and responded.

Hot Stuff: Well I’m fine. Now leave me alone.

Dabi huffed as he placed his phone on the table, screen side down. He tuned back into the meeting - what was going on? … Ah, Shigaraki moved onto a different topic. 

Twice raised his hand, “I know we’ve talked about the heroes finding our hideout, but what’s gonna happen if they do? I’m not worried, they’ll never find us!”

“Even if they did find us, Twice, they would stand no chance against us.” 

Shigaraki put two fingers to his chin for a moment, then smiled weakly at his friend, 

“Think of it all like a video game. We’re an army defending an entire tower, and another army is coming after us with their own arsenal of weapons. We have to defend as much as we can and, in the meantime, we’re only getting stronger.”

He smirked and raised his arms out on either side of him, taking a confident, triumphant stance,

“We learn the opposing army’s strengths and weaknesses, as well, and that only further solidifies our victory!”

“We shouldn’t be too lax about it, though,” Hawks chimed in calmly.

He grinned at Shigaraki and leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head,

“The heroes may not know about the hideout now, but we shouldn’t rule it out as a possibility.”

“Of course, which is why this is our course of action.”

Dabi huffed and rested his chin in his hand, absentmindedly watching the meeting go on without really listening to anything being said anymore. None of it really concerned him. He knew what he was going to do if the heroes infiltrated. He was going to kill them, every last one. He watched as Shigaraki took the floor once again, rambling on about yet another plan.

Bzzzt-!

What did Hawks want now?

Bird Brain: u sure ur good? u look tired

Dabi glared at his phone as he irritably typed back a response.

Hot Stuff: I’m tired of you texting me, leave me alone. 

Bird Brain: why’d u give me ur number then?

The hot-headed villain growled and placed his phone back down, a little harder than he meant to. He rested his head in his hands and breathed in slowly, trying to calm himself down. Admittedly, he wasn’t sure why he was so angry. He just felt very tired and wanted to be left alone.

Suddenly, his body involuntarily twitched and jerked as he felt something soft rub up against his side. He furrowed his brow and swatted at it, thinking it was just a bug or something. When the soft flicking persisted, however, his chest tightened and he clenched his fists in an attempt to keep the overwhelming desire to react at bay. 

What was going on?!

Dabi’s breath hitched as he felt a second offender flick against his lower tummy, and it was getting increasingly more difficult to keep himself calm.

Bzzzt-!

Not now, Hawks!

He opened his phone and his stomach lurched at the text.

Bird Brain: somethin the matter~?

Dabi looked up at Hawks, who had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. No one else seemed to notice how he was acting, so this had to be his doing. Then, it all clicked. He shakily grabbed at the soft objects that kept sending tingles up his spine and, when he grabbed one, pulled it out of his shirt.

A red feather.

If looks could kill, Hawks would have been turned to ash. The number two hero bit back a howl of laughter. He gleefully savored Dabi’s reaction, so much so that he sent even more of his feathers to attack the annoyed man.

“Grrk-!” 

Dabi gasped and desperately clutched his seat when he felt feathers on every healthy part of his torso. Most of his body was scarred, but the parts of his skin that weren’t were extremely sensitive. He was having trouble keeping it together, and Hawks’ odd form of entertainment had only just begun.

Bzzzt-!

Bird Brain: u havin muscle spasms or somethin? 

You asshole, you know exactly what’s going on!

He couldn’t even focus enough to grab his phone and type back a retort. He was going to kill Hawks for this.

Bird Brain: im actually concerned and u ignore me? some friend u are

We are NOT friends, you dick!

The soft tickling of the feathers was only getting worse. Some of them flicked back and forth very fast, while others slowly dragged up and down the sensitive skin. The duality drove Dabi insane, and his knuckles were turning white from how tight his grip on the chair was. 

“Hey, Dabi. You okay?” 

Twice whispered, placing a concerned hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Dabi jumped and swatted his hand away, 

“I-I’m fine, Twice, fuck off.”

“Jeez, sorry, dude,” 

Twice raised his hands in apologetic panic, then warily turned his attention back to the meeting.

The hot head quietly groaned, sweat trickling down his forehead. Laughter bubbled up in his throat like acid reflux. He squeezed his eyes shut and desperately tried to focus on something else. 

Bzzzt-!

Bird Brain: careful not to laugh~. dont wanna draw attention to urself

So he’s outright admitting it now? The smugness of that asshole.

Bird Brain: where else are u ticklish?

Dabi shot a glare at Hawks, though it wasn’t as intimidating as he hoped it would be with his quivering lips and flushed cheeks. Like he would tell him where he was ticklish. He wasn’t even sure himself. The last time he was tickled was when he was a kid, he thought he had grown out of it. The opposite seemed to have happened. In fact, he didn’t remember being this sensitive.

Bird Brain: thats ok. i’ll find out for myself~

Like hell you will!

“What?”

Shit, had he said that out loud?

He turned to Shigaraki, who was staring at him with a suspicious gleam in his eye. Dabi gulped nervously and shook his head.

“N-Nothing, sorr-eeEEHEHEE!”

He slapped his hands over his mouth and gaped at his cohorts in horror. One of the damn feathers had dipped directly into his belly button. He chanced a glance at Hawks, who was looking as confused as everyone else.

That damn snake!

“Are you sure you’re okay, Dabi?” Twice asked again, looking more amused than concerned at this point,

“You’re being ridiculous!”

Dabi quickly stood, nervously quivering as he stumbled out of the room without a word. The villains looked amongst each other, all wearing confused expressions, when Hawks stood and politely pushed in his chair.

“I’m gonna go see if he’s alright.”

Dabi stood just outside of the hideout, leaning against a wall and greedily gasping for air as he tried to calm down. Luckily, Hawks had shown an ounce of mercy when he exited the building, and his feathers were no longer assaulting his ticklish torso. Phantom tingling lingered on his belly and sides, and he rubbed at the areas desperately.

“What an asshole,” he muttered to himself after he finally regained some composure,

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Why’s that?”

Dabi whipped around to see Hawks exiting the building, a playful smirk on his face. He sauntered over to the hot-headed villain, who grumbled and stepped backward.

“Get the fuck away from me, Hawks.”

“What’s wrong?” The number two hero laughed,

“I just came to check on ya.”

“Like hell you did!”

Dabi heatedly pointed at the door leading into the hideout,

“What the hell was all that?!”

“All what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, birdie,” Dabi hissed.

He glared intensely at the winged hero as his right hand was engulfed in blue fire.

“Whoa, whoa,” Hawks chuckled nervously, hands up in an attempt to defuse the situation,

“Calm down, man. I just wanted to see you smile.”

The response was so shocking that the villain lost concentration, and his fire was extinguished. He gawked at Hawks, unsure of how to reply. He wanted to see him smile?

“What?”

“‘What’ what?”

Dabi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger,

“You’re a dumbass.”

“Well that’s not very nice~.”

By the time he recognized the teasing tone in Hawks’ voice, it was too late, and he was trapped. Hawks hugged Dabi up against his chest, hooking his arms in between his own and forcing them high above his head. The hot head yelped and thrashed to get out of his hold, but crumbled as soon as Hawks’ giant wings beat against his torso.

“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!”

Dabi tried doubling over, but the hero had him held tight. He kicked his legs and attempted to curl up, but nothing was stopping the overwhelming ticklish sensation. The incessant flapping of his wings caused the villain’s shirt to rise up, so none of his upper body was protected. Not only that, but the feathers were so fluffy and stiff. They were both insanely soft and dangerously accurate.

“STOHOHOHOP, AHAHAHAHASSHOLE!”

“Wow, you’re really ticklish, huh?” Hawks chuckled.

“I WILL ROHOHOHOHOAST YOHOHOHOU, BIHIHIHIRD BRAHAHAIN!”

“You’re not in the position to be making any threats, hot stuff. Tickle tickle tickle~!”

Hawks smiled at the ticklish mess he was making of the villain. To put it simply, he looked adorable. His hair was a mess as he thrashed and writhed, a giant smile split his face in two, the healthy skin on his cheeks was flushed a bright red, and his overall demeanor was entirely different from how he usually was. To see Dabi, of all people, completely incapacitated due to a little tickling was hilarious. More than that, however, it was humanizing. It gave him a glimmer of hope that these villains could have some level of empathy in them, too.

Hawks grinned deviously as three feathers detached from his wings, and flew to Dabi’s belly. He had to admit, what he made them do was quite cruel, but his laughter was addicting.

“I remember getting quite a reaction from aroooound… here~?”

Two of the feathers slowly circled Dabi’s belly button, while the third dipped directly in and twirled inside of it unfairly fast. The scream that escaped him was inhuman. Hawks’ wings gliding effortlessly across every inch of the villain’s torso, combined with the feathers honing in on his belly button, was enough to send him over the edge. His knees buckled and he would have fallen to the ground had Hawks not been holding onto him. Shrieking laughter quickly turned into silent hysterics as Dabi threw his head back against Hawks and practically fell limp in his arms. The hero’s face flushed slightly, and he couldn’t help but laugh along with Dabi.

When he finally regained his voice, he shrieked hysterically,

“STOHOHOHOHOP!! FUHUHUHUCK, IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T! C-C’MOHOHOHON, CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!!”

“Sorry, what was that? I can’t understand you when you’re laughing like that~.”

“FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOU!!”

“Maybe I’ll stop if you ask me nicely.”

“FIHIHIHINE!! FINEFINEFINE PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP, HAHAHAHAPPY?!!”

Suddenly, it all stopped. Hawks released his hold on Dabi, and he came crashing into the hero. He eagerly sucked oxygen into his lungs, coughing a little as he did so. His breathing was labored and wheezy. Hawks noted the scent of smoke. He smiled at the villain as he rested against his chest, trying to regain his composure. 

After a few moments, Dabi’s breathing slowed, and he felt his heart rate return to normal. He looked up at Hawks, who had a hand atop his head, petting his hair. His face contorted into one of confusion, then anger, and finally mild embarrassment. He shoved off of Hawks with a grunt and dusted off his clothes. Hawks chuckled and followed suit.

“You okay?” He had the audacity of asking after a moment of silence.

The glare that Dabi shot him sent him into his own laughing fit.

“Lohohook!” 

He cackled as he wiped mirth from his eye,

“I said I just wanted to see you smile! You can’t be mad at me for that.”

“On the contrary,” Dabi growled,

“I’m furious.”

“You looked adorable~.”

Dabi’s breath hitched and his face went red all over again. He told himself it was only due to the residual tingling on his skin.

“Do that again and I’ll kill you.”

“What, ya don’t like being tickled?”

“Was me screaming for you to stop not an indication?”

“I dunno, man, some people actually do like it.”

“Yeah, well those people are psychotic.”

“Says the mass murderer.”

Dabi stared at Hawks, not really sure how to respond to that. He simply furrowed his brow and rolled his eyes,

“Why was seeing me smile such a big deal anyway, birdbrain?”

“Well, like I said, you looked down. ‘sides, I never see you smile aside from an occasional smirk here and there,”

Hawks shrugged and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, feeling bashful all of a sudden,

“Watching you laugh like that, without a care in the world, it was cute. You looked happy.”

Happy?

Dabi’s glare returned, but only for a short moment. Finally, he sighed and moved to head back inside of the hideout.

“Whatever, hope you had fun. Cuz you’re never doing that again. Oh, and one more thing.”

Hawks moved to follow him, but stopped when he turned around to address him a final time.

“Watch your back, birdie.”

With that, he walked inside without another word. A shiver ran up Hawks’ spine. What did he mean by that? Deciding not to think much of it, the number two hero simply followed Dabi back inside and reclaimed his seat at the table. 

Everyone was still there, waiting, and Shigaraki scoffed when they finally returned.

“About time. Can I continue now?”

“Sorry about that,”

Dabi replied calmly,

“Go ahead.”

As Shigaraki started his explanation from where he left off, the hot-headed villain glanced at Hawks. A feeling of triumph washed over him as he examined the hero’s face. He looked calm on the outside, but it was clear to Dabi that he was quite nervous. A low chuckle escaped Dabi’s lips, causing Hawks to shoot his gaze over to him.

When they caught each other’s eyes, neither of them emoted for a few moments. Then, Dabi made a simple motion of his thumb running across his own throat with an evil smirk on his face.

Hawks gulped. He was doomed.

A/N: I wrote a sequel! You can find it here: Watch Your Back :D

[hy6erion]

hi, lov yours marmoush fics!!

can you do a really jealous one for him pls?

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 - 𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⇢ 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬/ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝.

You felt his gaze before you even turned to meet it—burning, dark, and unwavering. Omar was watching you like a predator watches prey, his body wound tight with something sharp-edged and unrelenting.

And he had been like this all night.

It had started small. His hand on your waist, his lips against your temple, his body pressed just a little too close whenever another man so much as looked in your direction. Then the grip on your hand tightened, his jaw set harder, and his answers to others became clipped, uninterested.

And now, as you stood talking to one of his teammates—a perfectly innocent conversation—Omar was looking at you like he was about two seconds away from dragging you out of the club and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Y/n,” his voice cut through your conversation, firm and sharp, “we’re leaving.”

You blinked, turning to look at him fully now. “What?”

Omar ignored your confusion, stepping closer. His hand found your wrist, firm but careful, his touch always gentle even when his temper was not. “I said we’re leaving.”

His teammate, bless him, looked entirely unaware of the firestorm brewing in Omar’s eyes. He chuckled. “Relax, man. We were just talking—”

“Did I ask?” Omar snapped, his eyes never leaving yours.

You exhaled, pushing against his grip slightly, but he didn’t let go. “Omar,” you said quietly, a warning wrapped in patience.

“Now, y/n.” His voice was lower this time, not loud, but firm. Uncompromising.

Your stomach twisted—not in fear, never in fear, but in something else entirely. Something dangerous and thrilling and entirely Omar.

You turned to his teammate with an apologetic smile, but before you could even offer a proper goodbye, Omar was already guiding you away, his pace quick, his grip still unrelenting. The moment you stepped outside into the cool night air, he spun you around, pressing you against the wall of the building, caging you between his arms.

“You think this is funny?” he breathed, his lips so close to yours you could taste the possessiveness on his breath.

Your lips curled, just slightly. “What exactly am I supposed to be laughing at?”

His jaw clenched. His eyes flickered between yours, searching, heated, stormy. “You were smiling at him.”

You let your head fall back against the wall with a small laugh. “Omar—”

“Don’t,” he cut in, voice dark. “I saw you, y/n. Standing there, letting him make you laugh like that.”

Your amusement only grew, because it was just so Omar. The jealousy, the fire, the unwavering need to make it known that you were his.

“He’s your teammate,” you reminded him, gently running your fingers up his arm, feeling the tension beneath his skin.

“I don’t give a shit,” he snapped, his hands pressing into the wall on either side of you. “He looked at you like he had a fucking chance. Like you weren’t mine.”

You hummed, tilting your head slightly. “And whose fault is that? Maybe you haven’t been making it clear enough.”

His nostrils flared. His body pressed even closer, so close you could feel the heat of him against every inch of you. “Oh, you think I haven’t been clear?”

You shrugged, enjoying this, enjoying him. “You did let me talk to him for a while before getting all possessive.”

His eyes darkened further, his hands shifting until they were gripping your waist, firm and unyielding. “I should remind you then,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw.

“Remind me of what?”

His fingers dug into your hips, his breath warm against your skin. “Who you belong to.”

A shiver ran through you, your body instinctively pressing into his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling into the curls at the nape of his neck. “I don’t think I’ve forgotten,” you whispered. “But maybe you should show me anyway.”

Omar’s control snapped. His mouth crashed against yours, hot and demanding, his hands gripping you tighter, pulling you impossibly closer. He kissed you like he needed to prove something, like he needed to erase any doubt from your mind—not that there had been any.

You belonged to him. And he would make sure you never forgot it.

[justtwotired]

Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

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Tag list: @cipheress-to-k-pop @whore-of-many-hot-men @bodieohbo @anyth1ngfor0urmoony @luvlloyd @viannasthings @beef-fajitas @bubblekitts

Help- trough this story I accidentally wrote ‘Millie’ and ‘Amelia’ as two different people, but they’re the same person because Millie is a nickname, so I had to rewrite sum scenes💀😭

also, sadly there isn't much Lloyd in here, mostly just y/n and friends, but no worries, next chapter will be Lloyd only.

I myself really hate this chapter, its badly written, some thing don’t really make sense, its just kinda.. idk I don’t like it but it’s long so I don’t want to rewrite it you know… also its been a while since I fed you guys a new chapter, sorry about that.

Your POV:

I yawned, covering my mouth with my hand as I put the last book I needed in my bag, standing in front of my locker. I took a quick glance in the mirror I had stuck to my locker door to check my hair and combed a quick hand trough it.

“You’re coming this evening too, right?” Amelia appeared by my side and I gave her a confused look, closing my locker.

“What’s this evening?” I asked, looking around at the others.

“Oh, party at Caleb’s house,” Flora informed. “Caleb Smith,” she clarified, before pointing a quick thumb at the boys who were watching a football game on Anthony’s phone. “They’re coming too,”

“Oh, yeah sure, I don’t have anything planned,” I agreed. “Most of the school coming I suppose?” I asked curiously and Flora shrugged.

“Well yes, but you can invite people if you want,” she explained, “I know that Charlie’s bringing one of his Basketball buddies and Arty’s invited a colleague from work,” she told me and I made an ‘o’ shape with my mouth.

“So it’s alright if I bring Lloyd along then?” I asked and she nodded along with Amelia.

“What, you’re bringing your boyfriend?” Charlie looked up. “As long as you two aren’t all over each other the whole time,” he pointed at me and I gave him a sceptical look and glanced down at the arm he had around Flora’s waist and then back at him.

“Right back at you,” I muttered and he quickly retracted the arm.

Flora hit his shoulder and glared at him. “She can bring her boyfriend and do couple stuff if she wants! It’s not like we aren’t,” she pointed out with a scowl and Charlie sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

“Yeah, yeah right,” he stumbled over his words, “whatever, I don’t care,” he looked the other way and Millie laughed at him.

“You over protective little shit,” she giggled and he shot her a glare which she ignored, me and Flora joining in on the giggling.

“What’s going on here?” Luna appeared and Millie jumped into explaining what happened.

“Oh please, like you two weren’t making out on the couch while we where hanging out last week,” she said annoyed and Flora quickly looked the other way while Charles turned bright red.

———

Lloyd picked up almost immediately when I called him, I was walking out of the school with the girls as we where going to get ready together at my house.

“Sweetheart,” he said the moment he picked up. “What is it?” He asked, he sounded a bit out of breath.

“Hi, babe, I was wondering if you could make it to a party me and my friends are going to, it’s mostly just kids from school, might get late,” I jumped right to the point but was disappointed when I heard a sigh in the other side.

“Sorry, love, I have patrol this evening,” he apologised, making me already shake my head to the others and bite my lip in disappointment, just humming in acknowledgment. “I’ll see if I’m able to pop in later in the night, I suppose you’ll be there until late?”

I smiled lightly at the idea of him maybe showing up anyway. “Yeah, I think ill be there until maybe two,” I told him.

“Alright then, maybe I’ll join you. Otherwise I’ll make sure I’ll sleep at yours tonight,” he promised making my smile grow.

“Yes please, see you tonight then,” I said happily and heard him lightly chuckle.

“See you tonight, love you,” he said before hanging up the phone.

“So, he’s coming?” Luna asked and I shook my head.

“Just maybe later in the night,” I told them and Millie gave me a confused look.

“You hung up the phone as if you where sure he was coming though, you said ‘see you tonight’” she frowned a bit and I shrugged.

“He’s sleeping over at mine, so regardless of him being at the party or no, I’ll see him,” I explained, making Mills wiggle her eyebrows at me.

“Oh, he’s sleeping over,” she said suggestively making Luna giggle. “Any plans?” She asked, winking at me.

“Oh leave her alone, Lloyd and N/n should go at their own pace without you guys interfering,” Flora scolded with an amused smile.

“But we want to hear the stories of her getting laid!” Luna cried dramatically. “It’ll be her first time and I want to know, besides, we all know Lloyd is here to stay, so it has to happen sooner or later,” she insisted.

“Oh, please, let the girl have her innocence,” Flora waved it off while I just kept my mouth shut.

“N/n you’ve been awfully quiet,” Amelia pointed out and I just stared at the pavement with bright red cheeks. “Awe, don’t be embarrassed,” she giggled, putting an arm around me, but Luna halted.

“Y/n,” she said with a look of disbelief on her face, I avoided her eyes, pursing my lips. “Is there something you need to tell us?” She asked and I had trouble hiding my smile.

“No, no way!” Millie jumped up and down in excitement while Flora just squealed really loudly.

“I’ll tell you when we are in my room,” I mumbled with bright red cheeks and a smile, making them all cheer in happiness.

———

Flora laid giggling on my bedroom floor while Luna and Millie where watching me with open mouths from my closet, both looking for clothes they could borrow from me.

“I’m going to teach Charlie how to do that,” Flora decided trough her giggles and the next sound was a gagging noice from Amelia.

“Look, I get it, the tongue thing is hot, but to thought about you and Charlie- no, absolutely not,” she closed the closet door and we could hear Luna burst out laughing from behind it. Probably something Amelia had whispered.

“Once Mills gets a girlfriend, she’ll get us,” Flora told me making me chuckle and continue brushing my hair.

“Anyway, what happened next?” She asked making me playfully roll my eyes, but I continued anyway, Luna joining us now wearing one of my dresses.

“You love that dress don’t you?” I asked so the a smirk, having seen her wear it multiple times now.

“It’s just so pretty!” She insisted. It was a black sleeveless dress, it was tight at the top but had a flowy skirt that stopped at the knees. “Also, I love spinning in this thing, look,”

She didn’t quick spin and Flora wolf whistled while Luna giggled and did a quick bow.

“You can have it if you want, I’m pretty sure I don’t fit it anymore,” I turned around in my chair. “It was my favourite at some point, but my boobs got to big. But it looks amazing on you, you should have it,” I said and her eyes lit up immediately.

“N/n, I love you so much!” She squealed and quickly ran over to give me a hug, making me chuckle.

“Think of it as a thank you for buying cans of soda for me everyday,” I winked and she chuckled and hugged me again. It had kind of become a habbit for Luna to buy me soda everyday, because I always asked for it since she walked past the supermarket on her way to school. I paid her back with lunch at a cafe in town and presents such as this.

“Forget the dress, you where about to continue the story,” Flora whined and Lu and I shot her a look.

“Well, after… that, we kind of stopped, he helped me put on his shirt, then he quickly put on his boxers we cleaned up a bit and then we just cuddled until we fell asleep,” I explained. “It was really sweet, I was scared it was going to be awkward but it wasn’t at all,” I smiled down at the ground, playing with my fingers.

The girls awe’d and then Millie came bursting trough the door.

“He didn’t leave in the middle of the night right?” She asked, pointing a finger at me. “If he did I’m going to whoop his ass, he should’ve been there in the morning,” she insisted.

I awkwardly smiled, remembering the poor lad that ended up with a black eye when he had left Luna in the middle of the night. They had eventually talked about, he was just nervous.

Millie didn’t take any of his crap…

“No, he was there,” I reassured. “We talked and joked a bit in the morning and then he made breakfast for the two of us before going home again,”

Flora squealed and squeezed Luna’s hand, who had to pull away because it was starting to hurt.

“Yeah, he better,” Amelia nodded making the others laugh.

“What did you joke about?” Luna asked, walking over to have a quick look in the mirror and apply some makeup.

“Well, I complained about having to cover up the hickeys on my neck, and when he suggested that he wouldn’t do it again, I got flustered and mad and he just giggled and eventually I laughed along,” I explained to them.

“Hickeys on your neck? I don’t see any,” Millie pulled my hair aside and inspected it, making me give her a look and then she smirked in realisation. “Illusion?” She asked and I nodded, allowing for them to see it.

They all stared at me with shit eating grins and continued to tease me for the remaining of the time we got ready.

———

After that, we all finished up our makeup and hair before heading out the door, Malcolm being so kind to drive us to the party.

The girls thanked him when we arrived and I promised him to text him when we were done so he could pick us up and bring us home.

“Be safe!” He called after me and I smiled at him.

“We will!” I said before entering the driveway. My friends were waiting at the door, waiting for me before ringing the doorbell, we were a bit late but it seemed like there weren’t many people yet

“Finally,” Charlie gave us a look after he had opened the door. “Weve been waiting for ages,”

He then pulled Flora towards him, kissing her forehead. “You guys are late,” he gave Millie a pointed look, knowing that it probably was because she had to go to the bathroom last minutes and he was right.

“Sorry,” she grumbled. “When I have to go, I go,” she stated and then stuck out her tongue at Charlie who did it right back.

“Children, children,” Antony appeared. “Come on you guys, we want to start monopoly,” he pulled open the door further and the five of us left the hallway.

“Guys, this is Mathew, my buddy from basketball,” Charlie introduced and pointed at a tall guy, pouring a drink for himself, standing at a high table with bottles on it.

“Sup,” he greeted, we awkwardly said hi back, against populair believe, we were rather socially awkward, at least the music in the background didn’t cause for an awkward silence.

“Oh, and this is Aaron,” Arthur appeared out of the doorway that led to the kitchen, followed by another guy.

“Nice to meet you all,” he greeted, his eyes quickly traveling over us, stopping on me, as a small smirk appeared on his lips. “Very nice,” he said making my eyes shoot to Luna’s, then to Amelia’s and right next to Flora.

“Hi,” I plainly said and turned my back, looking over at Antony. “So, you said we were playing monopoly,” I grinned and he huffed.

“No,” he shook his head, “I just said that so Amelia would get her ass over here, we’ve waited long enough,” he said making the girl give him an offended look.

“You little-” Tony was given no warning when she jumped at him, they stumbled and the others laughed while Amelia tried getting him onto the ground and horribly failing.

“You suck,” James laughed when Amelia laid flat on her back, Anthony still standing.

“Shut the fuck up,” she panted. “I am no Y/n, besides, Ant is a head taller and way stronger, I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did,” she smiled rather proudly.

“Then why did you attack me in the first place,” Antony asked, rubbing his arm when she’d accidentally scratched him with her nails.

“You were bing a dick,” she shrugged making Arthur snort, resorting in him getting hit on the head by his twin.

“Now go on, sit down, grab a drink, be fun,” James dragged me to the floor to sit next to him and I scoffed but sat down on the ground anyway.

“I’ll grab drinks, what do you want?” Luna looked at me and then Millie and Flora.

“Just get me a water to start,” Flora smiled softly.

“Cola mixed with vodka, you know how I like it,” I told her and she nodded and then looked at Millie, who still laid on the ground.

“Just a beer,” she said and Luna nodded before heading to the kitchen. “If we’re not playing monopoly, then what are we doing?” Amelia asked.

“Whatever you want that’s not monopoly,” Charlie said, making her glare at him, causing him to smirk. “We can watch a movie, go outside Caleb’s starting a fire, put on some better music, play any other game, a drinking game, anything,” he named and Amelia sat up.

“Truth or drink it is,” she said, making Charlie groan.

“No,” he whined but she crossed her arms.

“You said anything but monopoly and suggested a drinking game, here you go, truth or drink,” she grinned and he glared at her.

“It’s so lame!” He complained, followed by agreements from most of us, causing Amelia to huff and roll her eyes.

“I don’t mind it,” we looked at the twins as they gave each other a surprised side eye for a second before ignoring the fact they spoke in sink.

“That’s because you don’t care and just say everything,” Charlie pointed at Arthur. “And you can hold your liquor like a champion and just do shots every chance you get,” he looked at Anthony who smirked.

“We’re playing truth or drink?” Luna entered the room aswel and there was a chorus of no’s and yes’.

“Ah, come on, it could be fun,” Mathew, Charlie’s basketball buddy spoke up. “Besides, maybe me and Aaron can get to know you guys then,” he smiled slightly.

It took a few minutes of bribery and begging, but eventually everyone was on board, even Charlie.

“Alright, so we’re just going around the circle?” Flora asked and everyone nodded. The game had already been set up, everyone had their own shot glasses and some liquor bottles stood on the table the group sat around.

“James, truth or drink, who in the group would you kiss without question?” Arthur didn’t waste a second, making James look up offended.

“Why immediately start with me?” He asked, looking around the group for support.

“Oh don’t be a baby,” I teased. “Truth or drink?” I repeated and he groaned. “Also, Art, lame ass question, but that doesn’t matter,”

My last remark was met with a pillow thrown against my head and laughs around the table.

“Chop chop, answer the question,” Luna hurried and James rolled his eyes before looking around the group for a second.

“Y/n, probably, or Lu,” he thought for a bit. “But that’s because I’ve known them for years and I’ve kissed both of them before,” he explained and Anthony gasped, putting a hand against his chest.

“Not me?” He asked ‘hurt’, blinking innocently at James. “How could you?” He said dramatically.

“Oh, any day bro,” James blew him a kiss, causing Anthony to wink at him.

“And they’re still beating the gay allegations,” Amelia shook her head. “I’m so done with you two,” she grumbled, causing the group to chuckle.

“Next,” James stopped Amelia’s complaining. “Luna, was it you that snuck into my house three years ago, stealing all my boxers?” He asked and without hesitation, Luna poured a shot, making me and Amelia giggle.

It did leave Mathew and Aaron with lots of questions, causing James to go into detailed explanation that someone snuck into his house in the middle of the night, stole all his boxers and decorated the school with them.

He never found out who did it, but he had his suspicions…

It had been me and Luna, sneaking into his house while Amelia waited outside for us, standing ‘on guard’ as she’d called it.

We never admitted it and it did leave Jamie rather confused.

The game went on for a while and I did enjoy it, the party got more crowded and two other girls had decided on joining us aswel. I knew them only from history class, but I liked them so I didn’t mind.

Soon enough though, I started to get a bit uncomfortable with this Aaron.

He asked the girls weird questions, except for Flora, probably because Charlie was in the room. He kept glancing at me and one of the other girls, places where he should not be looking.

Luna, Amelia and Flora noticed it too, yet the boys where to blind as always. I’m pretty sure the other two girls saw it to as I noticed their exchange of glances and whispers to each other.

It was Amelia who was the first to speak up.

“Hey, if appreciate it if you stopped staring at N/n’s boobs, thank you,” she interrupted Arthur’s sentence as she stared at Aaron with a scowl.

“Calm down, I’m just looking,” Aaron smirked slightly. “I’m a man, if she has her tits on display like that, I’m going to look,”

My eyes widened and I instinctively looked at James who saw red.

“Dude no,” Arthur, who sat next to him and had been the one to bring him spoke up first. “I will not have you talking to her, or any girl for that matter like that, stop looking at her,” he stated, glaring at the guy next to him.

“Chill, dude, I’m just joking,” Aaron laughed and winked at me.

Amelia didn’t take two seconds to stand up but Anthony was faster and stopped her before she did anything.

“Let’s go outside,” he looked around at the others that belonged to our group. “The lot of us,” he said and took Amelia with him as he left.

James helped me up from the ground and we left too, along with Mathew and the two other girls decided on following aswel.

Arthur stayed behind, I guessed he was going to have a word with Aaron. I exchanged glances with him before going outside and he gave me a small smile.

Outside, the cold air did do me good and it felt good to feel the breeze against my sweaty face.

“What a weirdo,” Luna said when we all stood around one of the fires.

“Yes, I totally agree,” one of the girls spoke up. “I mean, we joined because we saw ya’ll where having fun, but then we noticed how he looked at you,” she nodded at me, “and he looked at Katie,” she gestured to her friend. “And the inappropriate questions he asked us girls,” she gestured around to the girls around the fire.

“That was actually not okay, maybe we should look for Caleb and ask him to kick the dude out or something,” Charlie suggested, wrapping his arms around Flora who was shivering because of the cold.

“Maybe we should just let it be,” I said while looking at the ground, my arms wrapped around myself to get rid of the cold. “It could cause trouble and mess with the vibe hanging around,”

“Yes, but there’s still a creep wandering around a party and almost no one knows him,” James argued causing the other girl to pipe up.

“We’re in Caleb’s friend group, we could inform him of what’s happening and ask him to keep an eye out,” she suggested with a smile.

“We know tons of people, we can just spread the word, maybe it’ll cause him to leave on his own,” the other one nodded in agreement.

“If you don’t mind,” Flora, ever so kind smiled at them. “We don’t want it to ruin your night,”

“Nah, it’s fine, we’ll go look for Caleb, thanks for the fun,” one of them said and they left while waving at us.

“Thank you guys too, bye,” Luna waved before looking at me. “How are you feeling?” She asked, “we can leave if you want,”

“Yeah, maybe that’s better,” Millie agreed, giving me a pittiful look.

“Aye, it’s not that bad, let’s just enjoy the night that remains,” I assured. “Besides, I’m not letting an asshole like him ruin my night,” I huffed making the others chuckle.

“That’s the spirit,” Arthur appeared next to me. “I tolt Aaron off and told him it’d be better if he left, he refused and I can’t exactly kick him out, so I just told him to leave us alone,” he explained.

“Yeah that’s fine,” Amelia nodded. “The girls that were with us are informing Caleb and a few others of the situation,” she explained to him and he nodded along.

“Good,” he stated. “Anyone wanting some drinks? I’ll get them,” he looked around while everyone gave their orders.

“Just a water for me, the shots are getting to me,” I grinned and he huffed a small laugh but agreed anyway.

“I’ll come with you,” Anthony said and then twins walked off to pour the lot of us drinks.

“Is Lloyd coming?” James asked me and I shook my head.

“I don’t think so, he send me a text an hour ago saying he probably wasn’t going to make it,” I told them, a tiny bit upset, but it was fine. “Lucky for Aaron though, I’m not sure his teeth would’ve survived,” I had a small grin on my face.

“What? You’re saying Lloyd would’ve beat him up?” Amelia asked amused and I chuckled.

“Not beat him up per se,” I said with a laugh. “Just punch him or something, he does have quite the temper, but I think it would only happen if he’s in a bad mood already,”

“Damn, I would pay to see your boyfriend beat up a guy for you, it’d be funny as hell,” Luna grinned and I shot her a quick look.

The group fell in easy conversation, Millie telling us a bout the new school gossip.

“Are you alright?” I looked to my side to see James growing ever so slightly. “You seem uncomfortable,” he looked down at my arms that were trying to cover my lower stomach.

“Just a bit,” I answered honestly, “he was staring a lot,” I swallowed thickly and James smiled before taking of his jacket and putting it around my shoulders.

“I expect to get that back,” he warned me and I smiled at him and put my arms trough the jacket.

“I’ll make sure of it,” I promised before retiring my attention to Amelia.

———

After a few minutes the twins returned with the drinks and handed them out. We stood around the fire for an hour and it was quite fun.

At one point someone gave us a bag of marshmallows and some sticks so we could hold them over the fire. We thanked him and it did end up in a bit of a fight.

That translates to, the boys started throwing them and it ended up with James almost landing in the fire.

(Flora told them off, the mother she is)

“Hey, Mills,” Amelia looked up when Anthony called her name and then looked in the direction he had nodded with a wicked grin.

She quickly looked back at us with wide eyes and a red face. Around one of the other fires, her crush was talking with her friends.

“She’s so pretty,” she whispered yelled to us. “Look at her dress,” she bounce up and down and we all laughed.

“Go ask her out,” Luna bumped her own shoulder against Amelia’s.

“What- no! Are you crazy? I barely know her,” she whispered and Anthony rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, I know some of her friends, I’ll get you that date,” he took her arm to start walking towards the others but she backtracked.

“Wow, wow, wow,” she looked at him with wide eyes. “Give me a second,” she said sassily. “How does my hair look?” She turned to me and did a quick spin.

“It looks fine, nothing to worry about,” I assured.

“My makeup?” She asked, bringing her face closer to mine.

“A bit smudged, there’s mascara under your left eye- wait no don’t panick,” I looked at Flora who was already digging in her purse.

“Here,” she handed me some cotton swabs and makeup remover.

Within one minute, Millie was ready to go and she was a nervous wreck.

“Shots for good luck,” James said and took the bottle we had left on the grass and poured a shot for Amelia and Anthony. They clinked their glasses together before throwing back the shot and leaving the group.

“She’s so gonna get laid,” James smirked proudly and then pretended to wipe away a tear making Luna push him lightly.

“Stop it,” she scolded and he grinned at her.

“You know how got laid,” Flora spoke and my eyes widened slightly when she looked at me, my cheeks heating up.

“Shush,” I said with a small smirk and couldn’t say anything else because James squealed loudly.

“You know, I am so proud of you, you are finally growing up,” he said emotionally and hugged me.

“Are you actually crying?” I asked when I felt him sobbing, and I put my arms around him.

“Leave me alone,” he whined and we laughed at him.

“I think the alcohol is getting to you, Jamie,” I said and he pulled away from me, putting me at arms length.

“You think?” He yelled. “I’m never emotional,” he whined and then let himself fall into the grass, which I was pretty sure was wet.

“Get up Jamie, you’re going to get sick,” I took his hand, trying to pull him up but he wouldn’t budge. “Jamie?” I asked but he didn’t answer.

“Is he asleep?” Charlie asked amused and I groaned when I realised he was right.

I was about to wonder aloud how we would wake him, when Luna came with the solution. Without a doubt, she poured her glass of water over James’ face and he shot up, giving her a deadly look.

“Goodmorning,” she greeted with a fake sweetness in her voice.

James pouted at her and she sighed. “Go get this guy a glass of water,” she groaned and Charlie laughed and helped James up.

“Me and Flora are leaving anyway, she’s cold and tired, I’ll take James with me, he can crash at mine,” he suggested and we agreed.

“Are you walking home?” Arthur asked and Charles nodded.

“Yeah, it’s like five minutes,” he shrugged and then looked at James who was drunkenly staring up at the sky. “Maybe ten,” he said in a pained voice making us laugh.

We said our goodbyes, I gave Flora a hug and then the three of them headed inside to get some water and then leave trough the front door.

A few minutes later a notification popped up on our screens and it was Flora who sent her location like we all promised we would do after leaving a party split into groups or alone.

“What’s the time?” I asked Luna who glanced at her phone.

“Almost half past one,” she answered and I pursed my lips.

“Half an hour and then go home?” I suggested and she nodded.

“Fine by me,” she then glanced at Amelia who was seemingly going well with her crush. They where talking and laughing while Anthony observed like a proud dad. “Don’t know about her though,” she said amused.

“Don’t worry about her, you girls go home, me and Tony will make sure Millie gets home safe,” Arthur promised.

“Though, if she’s lucky she’s going home with someone else tonight,” Mathew grinned when he looked back at the girl.

Luna and I giggled while Arthur let out an amused laugh.

We spent the remaining half hour finishing our drinks while tagging along with a group who where watching a football game inside.

Mathew and I had no idea what was going on, but we just decided to cheer whenever Lu and Arthur cheered.

After that, Lu and I said goodbye to the two boys and went to find Amelia. That wasn’t too difficult because she was right where we left her.

“Millie,” I tapped her shoulder and she turned to me. She seemed rather alright, I was pretty sure she didn’t drink any alcohol since leaving our side. “I’ve called Malcolm and he’s coming to get Lu and me, are you joining us or are you going with the twins?” I asked and she contemplated for a bit and looked back at the girl in front of us.

“I think I’ll stay for a bit longer,” she said and I nodded as she gave me a rather excited smile.

“Yeah, that’s fine, just text the group chat when you guys get home and call me if you need anything,” I gave her a quick side hug and waved at the girl she was talking to before both me and Lu left.

When we closed the front door, Malcolm was already pulling up and I sent my location in the group the moment we where safe in the car.

We dropped of Luna at her house before driving home ourselves.

I was gonna hate myself in the morning.

Malcolm, the sweetheart he is, helped me up the stairs to my bedroom and then wished me a goodnight.

I quickly discarded my dress and heels and then just pulled one of Lloyd’s hoodies over my head before dropping into bed and drifting off to sleep.

I sleepily opened my eyes when someone planted a kiss on my forehead and got into bed with me, pulling me into his arms before I drifted off again.

[fandomzwriterk]

can I request yandere Scott summers x reader smut

The New “Grey” pt2

Warnings: NSFW material + Single!Scott + slight out of character Scott + ropes are used

A/N: sure I’ll go ahead and try😋 thanks for the request yall making me follow the Scott Summers hype train I swear 🤣🤣 I love yall requesting smut even though I’m not the greatest 😅😅

NSFW below the cut👇🏻

“Scott Summers you are an insufferable man!”

“Will you shut up Jean you’ve been complaining all day about something unimportant!”

“Unimportant?! I’m asking if you love me! How is that not important to you?!”

You were down the stairs in the living room, everyone around you hearing Scott and Jean argue upstairs. Logan and Gambit were annoyed, having to deal with this for the fifth time this week.

“My chérie why do you look so blue?” Gambit asked, sitting right next to you on the couch without even asking. “Is it because of the ex lovers upstairs?”

You ignored him as he leaned close, trying to get you to say something. However, Remy didn’t like that response, so he carefully put a hand on top of yours, slowly going up your arm. Split second later and you slapped Remy’s face as hard as you could. This wasn’t the first time he’d try something, but this was the last straw with him “toying” with you.

“Ooh ma belle I love it when you’re mean.”

“Okay that’s enough!” Logan shouted at Gambit

“Fuck off Logan it’s not your business.”

“It is my business when you’re touching her and she doesn’t want it. She clearly doesn’t want you.”

“And what makes you say that Logan? I don’t see anyone crawling on their hands and knees to ask her to love them.”

“Are you so sure Gambit?” A voice growled behind you

You both looked behind you, Scott standing there with his arms crossed, eyes seeming to burn into Gambit’s face as a way to say “back off”. Scott had been “hovering” around you since he and Jean started fighting. Maybe they were truly done, after all Scott told you he loved you more than Jean.

“Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to have a conversation with you Gambit.”

You stood up to leave, just about to step past Scott as everyone went their separate ways.

“Where do you think you’re going my sweet?” Scott cooed in your ear

Remy had his back to you, currently not seeing what Scott was doing.

“So what did you want to talk about mon ami-“

As soon as Remy started turning around, Scott punched the man in the face, causing Remy to get whiplash and slammed into the wall. Holding the side of his face, Remy’s eyes went into feral mode, his eyes focused right on Scott and no longer you.

“What the fuck Cyclops?!” He shouted

“Touch her again and it’s gonna hurt a lot worse next time.”

Scott was fuming, and you could already tell. You’ve been trying to put space between you two, but now it seemed like Scott wasn’t having it.

“Come here my sweet.” Scott growled as he grabbed your hand to pull you along

You turned to look at Remy, his eyes glaring at the back of Scott’s head but also seeming to finally understand what’s been going on behind the scenes.

“Scott? Can you let me go?” You asked as he practically ran up the steps, pulling you along

Scott let out a grunt, not acknowledging what you just said. Turning the corner and walking down the hall to his room, the grip on your hand tighten. This wasn’t the Scott you’ve always known. He’s supposed to be chasing after Jean, and you wanted him to stop hurting your friends.

“Get in here.” He growled practically throwing you into the room

You stumbled, tripping on your own feet from the force of his push. Scott was standing by the door, his fingers playing with the lock to make sure nobody came to find you two alone. You crawled away, getting your back to the wall right under the window. Scott was strong, also intimidating as he walked slowly up to you, smiling to himself as he saw you desperately trying to get away with nothing but the only way out being the window or the locked door behind him.

“Sweetheart don’t run I just want to love you.”

His words were sweet, almost covering up the bad intentions he had behind his actions as he grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer to him. His other hand went over your mouth to cover whatever you had to say.

“Now… be a good little sweetheart and obey my commands.” He growled into your ear as he had you squished between him and the floor

You could only nod as Scott stood up, walking to the closet that was once his and Jean’s. His attention wasn’t on you, so now would be a good time to get away and find Gambit or Storm or even Logan. So, you waited for a few seconds, his back to the rest of the room as you quietly stood up, trying to calmly get to the door. So, you sped up a little faster, your hands almost on the doorknob to get out. Too late, it was locked, and Scott most likely had the key. Your attempt was failing as you felt Scott’s presence behind you.

“Little sweetie I thought I said to be a good little pet.”

He grabbed the back of your head, pulling back and then slamming you into the door facing him. His other hand held a long rope. You felt your legs shake at what you figured he was going to do to you.

“Now my dear… I’ve been so frustrated for the last couple of months and since Jean could never satisfy me… you will be my new love that pleases me.”

His tone was sinister, shoving your hands over your head and keeping eye contact with you as he got it around your wrists. Then, he spun you around and had your arms behind you. You were scared. You didn’t even have to guess what his intentions were in this moment as he pushed you further into the door, feeling his hands go down your body.

“I don’t have time to deal with the formalities… so we’re doing this my way.”

He yanked down your bottoms, finding your thighs clenched together out of what you told yourself was fear. Fear? Or was it need?

“So sweet my dear. Now, be a good little slut and take it.”

His one hand gripped your hands that were tied together, the other holding his hard cock to your slimy and wet hole. You were scared,.. but also interested in what he had planned. No! He was just divorced from Jean and now that he’s single, he went right to you.

“Scott please~” you whined

“Is my good little pet needing this in you already? Well then don’t mind if I…”

It was silent for a second right before you felt something hard and warm go inside you. It was so good for your insides, just barely being prepared for him and still tight for him. Scott murmured a quick profanity as he stopped when he was fully inside you.

“Fuck you feel so good my sweetheart. Now… I’m gonna make you fucking submit to me.”

The grip on your tied wrists got tighter as he slowly pulled out, before pumping right back in. Scott was groaning your name out loud so much you wondered how nobody could hear you two from downstairs.

“Scott.” Was all you could say as a moan, feeling your body go numb to him as he slowly started to fuck you

“Yeah? Does my cock make you feel good? Fuck this is so much better than Jean.”

He went faster, holding onto you as tight as he could. All he could say was your name occasionally with a few profanities into the air. The fact your hands were behind your back and you were being basically fucked into a door had your mind spiraling at how Scott was making you feel. It felt… amazing. It felt odd knowing it was Scott, Jean’s now ex-husband, being the one fucking you into numbness. Scott was losing his mind in you, and you sure as hell felt the same as he kept fucking you harder and harder, the floor creaking under you two.

“Oh god….” Scott moaned out

He was getting sloppy now, biting on the back of your neck as he kept thrusting himself deeper each time. It hurt, but in a good way and you wanted more.

“Scott please! Just let me cum please!”

He laughed behind you, the pleasure starting to get to him too as he pressed you fully against the door, his hands on your hips now to hold you in place.

“Alright my sweetheart. I’m gonna- gonna cream inside. It’s mine to fuck and fill up. Mine.”

Your nails scratched the door as Scott felt you about to cum as well. His grip was tight, sure to leave a few marks on your body for the next couple of days.

“Fuck. Oh I’m cumming my sweetest.”

His final slam up into you was hard, feeling his cock twitch and squirt his cum into the deepest parts of you, while you came hard on his cock, painting a nice white ring at the base of it. There was a lot, most of it inside of you though, and it was a warm comforting feeling. Scott let you go, picking you up bridal style as he placed you on his own bed, quickly undoing the ropes that tied your tired and red arms. You smiled at him, feeling comfortable on all the soft cushion beneath. He smiled back. Finally, he looked happy for once.

“I’m going to go make sure Gambit never gets his hands on my sweetie ever again. If he does, oh he’s gonna regret it.” Scott spoke as he fixed his pants, pulling up his boxers as well to make it look like nothing happened.

You could only blink at him, watching him put his hand on the door and pull a key out of his pocket. Sure enough, he was out the door. He stood in the doorway for a second, looking at you with a big smile.

“I love you my sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re gonna only be mine and I can forget about Jean.”

And then he closed it behind him.

The end…

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I still don’t see the sexual appeal of Scott but you guys be you and I’ll write whatever yall want.

[blacckdiamondposts]

Daydreaming & Reality

Pairing: Tendō Satori x Reader x Ushijima Wakatoshi

Plot: Honestly, just a fucking threesome with these guys

Your eyes roamed around the room, lingering on a specific person as you watched him talk to some stranger. Which, at least to you, was one of the downsides of being a pro athlete.

His jacket wasn't holding you back from making out his muscles, imagining how they were flexing with each movement.

You didn't need to see his bare skin because you've seen it plenty of times.

You got startled as an arm snaked around you, as Tendō placed it on your shoulder. He leaned down, leveling his head with yours.

His lip brushed against your ear, "are we daydreaming about Wakatoshi?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine when his hot breath hit your skin.

It took a second to process his question, "what do you mean?"

"Don't you think I noticed how you look at him," he chuckled against your ear.

He sounded neutral, almost amused, letting you wonder why he wasn't affected by it.

"Satori, what are you talking about," you turned your face enough to face him.

"(Y/N), you can tell me," he searched your face for a reaction.

"I-" you let out a breath, "I don't know-,"

He interfered, "just look at him,"

You reluctantly turned your face towards Ushijima, who was still in the midst of a conversation.

"You ever imagined how he would manhandle you," he asked, "cause he definitely could,"

You felt your cheeks heat up, flustered, as you didn't know what the redhead had in mind.

"He could literally split you in two," he still had an amused look on his face as his temple leaned against yours.

"Do you think you could handle him," he asked.

"I would love to see you try," he lowered his head as he kissed your neck.

Ushijima turned toward you, and the redhead waved at him with a wide smile. Ushijima smiled at the two of you before your eyes locked.

He started walking towards you, and you tried to gulp down the clump forming in your throat.

"And he would too," Tendō finished his sentence.

"W-what," you quickly turned your head.

"We know, (Y/N)," he laughed, "I just know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours,"

"Hey," Ushijima said as he was now standing in front of you.

You were rooted to the ground as you shifted your gaze to the latter, "Hi,"

Tendō had to laugh at the way you greeted him, "(Y/N), don't act shy now,"

Ushijima cocked his head to the side as his gaze roamed your body before it settled on the redhead.

"Let's go home," Tendō announced cheerfully as he wrapped his hand around your wrist.

The three of you left the party, taking one of the cabs near the location. You followed them because you were sure you had a concussion or were in a dream.

Be it the alcohol or the circumstances of your previous conversation - you couldn't process any of the happenings.

You sat in the middle of the cab, and Tendō placed his hand on your thigh.

His hand felt hot to the touch as he slowly moved his hand to your inner thigh.

You turned your head to the right, looking at Ushijima, who cocked his head to the side as he smiled softly at you.

Then you turned your head to the left, locking eyes with Tendō, who had a sly expression on his face.

He noted your confused expression and brought his head closer to yours, "I know you want him to fuck you,"

"And I want to watch you get fucked by him," he stated calmly.

You could've sworn that your face caught on fire because your cheeks and ears felt as if they were burning.

Ushijima didn't seem phased by the redhead's statement, which made you wonder.

"Or am I wrong, (Y/N)," he asked.

"I lov-," you wanted to argue.

"I know that you love me, that wasn't my question," he cut you off, "I wanted to know if my assumption was wrong,"

You gulped down as your gaze shifted between the two males. Before you can continue your conversation, you've already arrived at your apartment complex.

The three of you were headed to your shared apartment, where Ushijima has already been plenty of times, just not for that stuff.

The three of you sat down on your couch before Tendō got back up again.

"I thought our little (Y/N), could use some more," he chuckled as he returned with wine.

He filled up the three glasses as you were sitting there silently.

Tendō brought his hand around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him and making you look at Ushijima.

"You know," he started, his head right at your neck, "I had my suspicions for a while now,"

"And then," he had to hold back a chuckle, "you confessed it to me when you were drunk,"

"What," you exclaimed as you yanked at his arm and turned towards him.

You watched one of Ushijima's matches before you went out with your girls. Let's say you had your fair share of drinks and were completely wasted.

Tendō picked you up after, and you were gushing about how badass Ushijima looked on your way home.

The redhead was chuckling at how you talked about his best friend, finding some amusement within that.

"He's so fucking big," you mumbled, "I bet he could split me in half,"

"Oh my," Tendō chuckled, "do I have to be jealous?"

He knew there was no reason for him to be jealous. The attraction you felt towards Ushijima was sexual, nothing more. The redhead was secure with your relationship and confident to know that there was nothing he had to fear.

A smirk crept onto his face as he realized that his suspicions came out to be true.

He already knew how to turn your daydreaming into reality. But he knew that you wouldn't simply confess your dirty little thoughts.

Realization hit you hard as you remembered it. You opened your mouth, but somehow you were at a loss for words.

Your brows were drawn together as you slowly averted your gaze to turn toward Ushijima.

"And you know that too," you looked at Ushijima in disbelief, wanting to disappear into thin air.

"He told me about it," Ushijima nodded.

You turned back to the redhead, "why did you tell him,"

"I wanted to know if he'd be in on it,"

"In on what,"

"You know," his lips tugged into a smirk.

You felt a heat spread within yourself as you slowly but surely faced the little situation you were in.

You turned back to Ushijima, "and you're,"

You paused, "you're okay with this? You want this too?"

"At first, I was against it," Ushijima started, "but he assured me that he's fine with it,"

You turned back to the redhead, "are you really?"

He nodded his head, "why wouldn't I?"

"I trust you, and I know that you love me," he smiled reassuringly, "besides, I want it just as much as you want,"

Tendō's arm moved up, running it lightly over your arm. He brought your hair to one side, freeing the side of your neck.

He brought his head closer, placing a couple of soft kisses before teasingly biting down on your flesh.

His hands found their way to your waist, holding you in place as his fingers dug into your skin.

A soft moan spilled over your lips as your gaze shifted to the male before you. Ushijima had a stern look, but his eyes held some darkness. They were filled with desire and want.

Tendō brushed his lips against your ear, "Are you going to be a good girl for us?"

You gulped down before you nodded.

"Yeah, gonna show him how good you are?"

Again, you nodded as you didn't trust your words.

His lips tugged into a smirk, "say it,"

"I'll be a good girl for him,"

"Go ahead then," he commanded.

You crawled towards the latter, biting your eyes as your gaze fell onto the more visible tent in his pants.

"Come on," Ushijima said as he pulled you into his lap.

You were straddling his lap, and he leaned against the armrest. He placed his hands on your hips, letting them roam over your sides before he pulled you down onto his bulge.

You let out a moan as you felt the sheer size of it, and he wasn't even fully erect.

You slowly leaned down as Ushijima closed the distance between you, pressing his lips against yours.

Tendō watched how Ushijima deepened the kiss, urging his tongue into your mouth. His hands were guiding your hips as you were grinding against his cock.

Although the latter wanted to enjoy his session with you, his needs took over.

He snaked his hands lower to your thighs, letting his hands run over your soft skin before he snaked your dress up.

It came off flying with a swift pull, and Ushijima watched as your breasts bounced from the movement.

Tendo leaned against the back of the couch, resting his head in the palm of his hand as he felt his pants get uncomfortably tight. He kept his gaze on you, taking note of every little change in your expression.

You tugged at the hem of his shirt, wanting it gone, to which he happily complied.

Ushijima brought his hands up to your breasts, cupping and kneading them until he was pleased with your moans. He pinched your buds and rolling them ever so lightly was enough to send shockwaves through your body.

Your nails raked over his chest, earning yourself a low growl. He brought his left hand up to cup your cheek. Pulling you closer, he kissed you hungrily.

Ushijima left a trail of kisses from your lips down to your neck, where he sucked on your sweet spot.

The moans that spilled over your lips were music to their ears. However, it made them go crazy as their pants became ridiculously tight.

"More," you moaned, pulling at Ushijima's hair.

Ushijima groaned against your skin as you pushed yourself harder against his bulge. He placed his hand on the small of your back before he maneuvered you over.

You were pinned between him and the couch while your head rested in Tendō's lap. The redhead let his fingers run through your hair, giving you a reassuring smile as he caught your gaze.

Ushijima stood up briefly to remove his trousers, letting them pile up with the rest of your clothes.

Your gaze was fixed on the huge bulge, pressing your legs together as you bit your lower lip.

"Look how much she wants to feel your cock inside her," Tendō cooed.

"You want that," Ushijima smirked at you.

You nodded, wanting to know what it felt like to have his massive cock inside you.

Ushijima placed soft butterfly kisses all along your stomach as he moved south. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties before he yanked them off, throwing them over his shoulders.

"So pretty," Ushijima breathed as he moved his head closer to your wet heat.

"I know, right," Tendō replied, "the prettiest little cunt you'll ever see,"

Ushijima kissed your inner thigh before teasingly letting his tongue slide over your slit.

You let out a strangled moan as your hands moved to the back of his head, tangling in his hair. He repeated his ministrations before he started to suck on your clit.

Tendō quickly undid his belt before opening his pants as he needed to free his cock out of its tight confines.

You looked up at the redhead, giving him a specific look that he knew too well. He brought his hand to your mouth, and you let him insert two fingers.

You almost had to gag when he pushed them deeper, wanting to collect some saliva before he started to pump his cock.

You threw your head back as Ushijima inserted two of his digits into your wanting heat and slowly started to pump them in and out of you.

"Does he make you feel good," Tendō purred.

You nodded, closing your eyes shut as pleasure took over.

"You're close, aren't you," he chuckled, knowing you like the back of his hand.

It only took a few more pumps, and you came all over Ushijima's fingers. The latter raised his head, wiping your arousal off as he had a smug expression.

"Doesn't she look pretty when she cums like that," Tendō asked before he let out an approving hum.

"She does," Ushijima replied, and you noted how his cock was twitching inside his boxer briefs.

The redhead followed your gaze, smirking, "you think you're ready for his cock?"

"Yeah," you panted, still coming down from your high.

Ushijima removed his boxer briefs, letting them pool around his ankles before he kicked them off. You clenched your jaw as your eyes lingered on his huge cock.

"He's big, isn't he," Tendō asked amusedly.

"Massive," you muttered as you watched Ushijima move to the space between your legs.

"Can I," Ushijima looked at you with a soft expression.

You nodded, biting your lip as you tried to stifle a moan as he started to push his tip in. He gave you a moment to adjust once he was halfway in.

He sank into your wet cunt, feeling your walls tighten around his length.

"So fucking tight," he groaned as he was sheathed inside you.

Your legs were trembling, much to the redhead's amusement.

"How does he feel," Tendō cooed.

"So big," you purred as you locked eyes with the redhead.

"Is he stretching your little cunt?"

You nodded, "yeah,"

Your hands wrapped around his forearm as he thrust in and out of your cunt. He moved his hips back until only his tip was inside of you before he rammed his cock back inside of you.

A mixture of curse words and moans were spilling over your lips as you threw your head back. Tendō watched Ushijima's cock disappear into your wet cunt with every thrust.

"Look at you take his cock like a good girl," Tendō praised you as he brought his free hand down to your breast, pinching your nips and rolling them.

Your nails dug into his skin as you felt yourself near your edge. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he lowered his upper body, placing hungry kisses on your shoulder.

You snaked your hands around his shoulders, where your nails dragged over his skin, letting red marks behind.

"I'm- I'm," you mumbled incoherently.

"Yeah, cum on Ushijima's cock," Tendō said, "cum all over his cock,"

His words and how Ushijima was drilling into you were enough to push you over the edge for another time. Your legs shook uncontrollably, your body jerking as your orgasm washed over you.

Ushijima slowed his movements as he let you catch your breath. However, the redhead wasn't having any of that.

"Turn her around," he commanded.

Ushijima removed himself, leaving you feel empty at the sudden loss. He helped you turn around until you were on all fours.

"Let's put that pretty mouth of yours to work," Tendō chirped, watching you reach for his cock.

You brought your lips closer, letting some spit dribble on it, which you used as lube. The redhead threw his head back as his face contorted in pleasure.

"Fuck her," Tendō turned to the latter, "fill her up again,"

Ushijima didn't need to get told twice as he aligned himself with your entrance. He pushed himself into your wet heat, hitting his tip against your cervix as he reached much deeper in this position.

You moaned around Tendō's cock as tears formed in the corners of your eyes. He set a steady pace as he started to fuck you. Tendō's cock moved deeper down your throat with each of Ushijima's thrusts.

"Fuck her harder," Tendō groaned, relishing the feeling of your moans around his cock.

Ushijima tightened his grip on your hips as he picked his pace up, thrusting harder into your cunt as he felt himself nearing his edge. Beads of sweat were trickling down his temples while the skin on his chest glistened.

Tendō's hands tangled in your head as he started to push his hips against you, making you gag around his hard cock.

You couldn't hold yourself up anymore, letting your upper body sink against the couch, deepening your arch and giving Ushijima a deeper reach.

Your whole body was trembling as both of them had their way with you. Your mind grew hazy, and your vision blurry as tears rolled down your cheeks. It didn't take long for your overstimulated self to approach the next orgasm.

"Fuck, you gonna cum again," Ushijima groaned as he felt your walls clamp down against his cock.

Tendō was dragging his orgasm out, knowing you were slowly getting overstimulated. He pushed his cock down your throat as he came with a low groan.

He jerked when he felt you swallow around his length, removing himself slowly.

You were breathing heavily as moans were spilling over your lips. Your fingers dug into Tendō's thighs as your third orgasm approached you. Your whole body started to jerk as you came completely undone.

Your moans and the way you tightened around Ushijima were enough to push him over the edge. After a couple of unsteady thrusts, he came deep inside you, painting your insides white.

He leaned over you, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder blade before he slowly removed himself. You felt a mixture of your juices, and Ushijima's cum trickle down the insides of your thighs.

You were panting, resting your head in Tendō's lap as the latter put his finger under your chin. He tilted your head up until your eyes locked, "we're not done yet,"

"what," you mumbled.

"I told you," he smirked, "I want to watch him destroy that little cunt,"

[ink4blotches]

Pavitr x reader where he’s his usual cheerful self but as soon as someone threatens/harms the reader he gets pissed and dangerous 👀

Ofc anon ;)), sorry it took so long I was watering my oven :(...but it's here now!

Synopsis/Feels: Reader is a waiter and on break but crusty middle aged man doesn't believe in breaks for workers apparently, Pav get a bit angry, slight mention of injury and fighting, Gender Neutral Reader, slight mentions of tea, yippeee...

Word Ct.:672

And without further ado...here we go!

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Terrible Waiter(Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader)

"Oh, Jeez...you reminded the teacher of homework? No wonder the class doesn't like you!" I laugh at my ridiculous boyfriend while he gasps in offense.

"Hey, in my defense I worked really hard on that homework." He sighs, taking a sip of his tea.

"Yeah but half the people in your class didn't..." I remind him with a small laugh as I take a bite of my cookie.

Right now we're in the cafe I work at. Pav came in earlier and as soon as my break hit I joined him.

We go to different schools, so he likes to catch me up on why he's so...disliked in his class.

"They have nobody to blame but themselves." Pav shrugs, sending me a small grin. "At least I got a hundred!" We both laugh lightly.

"Oh, and another thing-." He starts but then a hand places itself on our table.

"Excuse me, can you take my order already?" I look up to see an interesting individual staring at me with an annoyed look.

Oh, right. I'm still in my uniform.

"Oh, sorry no. I'm actually-."

"You're a waiter aren't you? Just take my order. I swear the service here is awful..." The man rolls his eyes.

Pav gives me a look and I shake my head slightly at him.

"Yes but as I was saying I'm actually on my break right now, so if you wanna go to the counter they can help you over there." I smile awkwardly.

"I swear...listen, I'm in a rush and the line is way too long. All I want is a chicken salad!" The man shakes his hands in the air.

"Great and you'll have to order that chicken salad at the counter." I remind him with a slight shift in annoyedness.

"Listen, just go get me the chicken salad or else-." He moves to put his hand on my shoulder as he talks, but Pav speaks up.

"Or else what?" He asks with a slight eyebrow raise. "Wha- this is none of your business kid." The older man speaks, rolling his eyes.

"You're about to put your hands on my partner. So yes, it is my business." Pav states as he stands up from his seat.

"Kid's a waiter, the least they can do is make me a damn salad! I swear, where are our taxes going?" The scruffy looking man starts ranting about taxes.

"I can't say I care about your salad. Just a heads up. If you try to put your hands on my partner again, I'll make you regret it." Pav warns.

Meanwhile I'm the only one still sitting in my chair. Customers are starting to look at us.

Embarrassing...

The man ignores Pav, placing a hand on my shoulder harshly.

Pav raises an eyebrow.

BAM!

"Owww...don't touch me there, it hurts." Pav sucks in through his teeth.

"I wouldn't have to touch you there if you didn't get into a fight with a man twice your size." I remind him, making sure it hurts when I apply medicine to one of the cuts on his stomach.

"It wasn't a fight." Pav tries to interject.

"Yeah, tell that to the table you smashed his head into." I scoff.

"Hey, on the bright side now you can say two men have fought over you." Pav chuckles. I try to hide my laugh.

"I see you trying not to laugh you goof." Pav smirks.

I reach over and hit his arm.

"It's not funny, you could've been arrested!" I tell him between giggles.

"It'd be worth it for you." He smiles at me.

I grab a bandage, sticking it to one of his bruises and pressing down to make sure it hurt.

"Ow!" He complains, nudging me back.

"Remember that pain next time you get into a fight, dumbass." I roll my eyes.

"I've remembered that pain a lot more than you'd think." Pav whispers, rolling his eyes slightly.

"What was that?" I ask.

"Nothing! Did I mention I love you?"

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Celebrity crush?

Benedict Cumberbatch X Reader

Warnings: None! Enjoy hoes!

“So I hear you have a certain celebrity crush.” The interview says in a teasing manner. Y/n laughs softly nervously wiping the sweat that placed on her palms on her gown. This was her first golden globes being a newish actor, she starred in a couple of movies, and shows at this point but started exploding after staring in the TV show euphoria for the second season. To say she was nervous would be an understatement. She was scared shitless, scared to trip in front of cameras and also scared of interview questions.

“Who told you that!” She exclaims a grin on her face. He points towards Zendaya; her ducking behind Sydney as soon as he points towards her. Y/n just laughs rolling her eyes. “Okay I might have a little bit of a celebrity crush.”

“Well I think your fans are dying to know.” The interview smiles widely.

“Fine but I swear if this gets back to me. I blame you.” She playfully says. She looks around the crowd before looking back at the interviewer. “Benedict Cumberbatch.” She mumbles into the mic. The interviewer tilts his head grinning.

“Ah so you mean this man?” Interview points to the side of her seeing her celebrity crush made her panic internally.

“Okay done with questions. Thanks!” She says panicked darting the interviewers pleas to continue instead she dashes towards Zendaya, her face looking at Y/n concerned.

“What is the matter with you.” She whispers her eyes looking around the crowd finally landing on Benedict. “Oh I see.” She chuckles wrapping an arm around Y/n shoulders. “You know I know the guy, I could just-“

“I swear to every living god if you call that beautiful man over I will haunt you when I kill myself.” She groaned but Zendaya doesn’t listen before shouting for Benedict.

He quickly looks over at the sound of his name. Her breath hitching as he looks over. The glasses over his face, the little curls on his head, and the suit hugging him in all the right places. To say she was flustered by just seeing the man… it was true she was completely flustered. Benedict walks over to them.

“Hi there Z.” He says his British accent thick and kind sounding. Y/n eyes were gazed up at him not saying a word. To starstruck. She swore to herself now that was a very own celebrity she wasn’t going to act like a starstuck fan, even though she’s met a few of her own and thought they were adorable. She swore she wasn’t going to. Now look at her completely awed at the man in front of her. It felt as though everything went slow motion while he was standing there.

“Benedict this is my co-star Y/n L/n.” Zendaya smirks softly snapping Y/n out of her gaze. Y/n gulps nervously.

“H-Hi.” She stutters mentally cursing herself. Benedict looks down at her removing his sunglasses tucking the pair in the front of his suit.

“Hi darling.” He smiles brightly at her. “I’ve seen some of your work. You are a brilliant actress.” Y/n heart thumps against her chest. He’s seen her shows/movies?

“You’ve seen my stuff?” She says her demeanor relaxing a bit more, realizing how easy he was to talk to.

“Seen it? More like watched it a million times.” He chuckles but his eyes widen a bit realizing how weird that sounded when it came out of his mouth. “I mean to say, you being new and all how well you already do. It’s fresh to the eye.” Y/n smiles softly.

“Well thank you, if it makes you feel better I’ve seen all of your stuff.” She grins. “You are my favorite actor out there.” Zendaya rolls her eyes at Y/ns comment slipping herself away from the two to give them their moment.

“Oh favorite actor you say? That’s a lot coming from a pretty girl like yourself.” He beams brightly. Y/n wipes off her nervous sweat on her dress, oh why did Zendaya have to call him over here! She felt as she was acting like a fool. “I do have an open spot next to me, if you’re not otherwise… with someone else?” Y/n eyes widen at the invitation.

“Wait really?” She asks. “I mean yes I would love that, I’m not with anyone.” She quickly says. Benedict just chuckles at the way she was nervous. A cameraman shouts at them asking to take a photo.

“Take a photo with me?” He smirks tenderly at her placing his hand on her lower back facing the cameraman. Y/n just nods looking towards the cameraman as well grinning brightly just as she was trained to do whenever there was a camera in her direction. Benedict leans in towards his ear.

“I’ll see you later.” He whispers in her ear before leaving her side suddenly missing the tall British man next to her. Zendaya runs up to her grabbing her hand to pull her away from the press and the cameras.

“What. Was. That.” She squeals grabbing both of Y/n’s hands. Y/n just grinned from ear to ear looking at Zendaya with a starstruck expression.

“He just asked me to sit with him during the globes Z! During the globes!” She says her hands tightening around Zendaya’s hands. “Wait maybe this is bad idea.”

Zendaya eyes widen. “No stop! It’s not a bad idea. You go in that building and you sit next to one of the sexiest British man, besides for Tom.” Y/n giggled loving her and Tom’s relationship.

“Tom is yours, Benedict is mine.” She winks suddenly getting a confidence boost, thank god for Zendaya.

Y/n walks into the building looking around at the celebrities and people around her taking a deep breath at the crowds. The lights shinning around her, the atmosphere not what she was used to. Benedict runs up to her a cheery smile on his face.

“There you are.” He says an excited smile place on his face. “Was wondering if you decided to ditch.” Y/n shakes her head eyes wide.

“No! I would never.” She says worried laced in her tone at the thought that Benedict thought she would just ditch. Benedict just grins at her a slight chuckle escaping his throat, he offers her his arm. She smiles shyly wrapping her arm around his. He leads her to his table letting go of her arm before pulling out her chair. “Wow what a gentleman.” Sitting herself down on the chair.

“That’s the British for you.” He laughs pushing her chair in for her before sitting down next to her. She laughs shaking her head.

“Oh is that so?” She questions tilting her head at the man crossing her leg over her other leg. The slit showing off her tone legs. Benedict eyes gaze drops down to her leg before quickly moving up to her eyes clearing his throat.

“Maybe, I actually don’t know it was just the first thought that popped in my head.” He says placing his fingers around his champagne glass his hand moving up and down the stem glancing at her with soft eyes. She just laughs her smile never fading away.

“My you sound like me. Can’t control what comes out of your mouth.” She giggles. “I almost always embarrass myself in interviews. I never know what to say so I’ll just say whatever pops in my head. Drives my PR team bonkers.” She giggles, Benedict’s smiling from ear to ear as he listened to her beautiful laugh.

“Did anyone tell you, you have a lovely laugh. It’s quite contentious. Your happiness.” He hums softly the smile never leaving his face as he continued to stare at her. She blushes at his comment casting her eyes down. He watches the red reach her cheeks taking a small sip of his champagne. “So is it true? I’m your celebrity crush?” He grins cheekily. Y/n groans putting her face in her hands.

“Oh I cannot believe you heard that.” She says embarrassed.

“Oh don’t be embarrassed. It’s quite cute.” He replies grabbing her hand looking at her before placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. “I won’t lie and say you aren’t mine.” Y/n swore she was flabbergasted when he kissed her knuckles, not to mention the way he confessed her being his celebrity crush.

“I think you just boosted my ego Mister Cumberbatch.” She smirks softly her eyes never leaving his gaze.

“Good.” He whispers softly before the golden globes finally start.

Y/n and Benedict walk out of the building together side by side neither one of them not wanting this moment to end but knowing they both had to film early the next morning. Benedict walks Y/n to her limo opening up her door.

“I had a lovely night.” Benedict says his eyes sparkling under the stars. Y/n smiles nodding.

“Me too. Thank you for making tonight bearable.” She says placing a hand on the door as she looked at him.

“I do tend to make things a little interesting don’t I?” He slyly smirks his eyes never leaving hers. “Can I see your phone?” Y/n tilts her head scrunching her eyebrows before fishing for her phone in her small bag handing it to him.

“What do you need it for?” She asked curiously. Benedict just smiles typing on her phone before handing it back to her.

“So I can have your number.” He smiles slightly pulling out his phone showing her the text message he sent from her phone. She blushes softly tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Text me.” He grabs her hand again placing a delicate kiss on her hand.

“Okay.” She whispered softly before entering the limo, Benedict closing the door for her waving at her through the window. She giggled waving back before the limo starts driving. She leaned her head back against the seat. Did she just get Benedict’s number? Did she really flirt with him the whole night! Oh god Z was going to freak out…

~~~~(bonus)~~~~~

(Couple months later)

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Y/nlover- NO WAY WAIT ISNT THAT THE NEW SHOW ERIC!?

Y/nstan: no way no way she’s dating someone!?

y/nupdates reply- dating someone. It has to be Benedict, didn’t you see them at the golden globes!

cumberbatch- lmao after what she said about him in that interview. How embarrassing.

Benedict Cumberbatch- Loving life with you🩷

yourinstagram replies- not as much as I love you.

Zendaya- yall are so flipping cute istg

Tom Holland replies- Not as cute as us right? 🥺

Robert Downy Jr- Wow this is on brand for you guys lolol

Martin Freeman- let me just say I was his first #johnlock

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