#I think he put everything he saw in his mouth hahahaha

[millocutfish]

@deerspherestudios How do you feel knowing you raised the youngest, most adorable green grandpa ever? XD

[gotta-winwin]

going seventeen 2020 <> svtsideout

word count: 1.8k italics are in english, bolded words are in mandarin a/n: omg?? what is this?? a second update for yours truly?? got this as a request and inspiration came flying - enjoy a nice cooldown for all the angst last update!

"Hold on, hold on." Cyana had to calm them down as they started filming. "I still don't really understand what the point of today's content is."

Vernon laughed, pulling her aside to repeat the rules to her but this time in English. "We're basically doing activities while the staff tell us what emotion we have to do everything in. Like the movie Inside Out."

"Ahhhh~" Cyana nodded in understanding. "Okay. Sounds-" She frowned. "Sounds kinda silly."

"That's basically what Going Seventeen is." Vernon patted her on the back before leading her to join the group again. "Get used to it!" He shot her a thumbs-up, smiling wide when she returned a unimpressed stare.

"Wow." Dino marvelled, bringing attention to Cyana and Vernon's exchange all of a sudden. "When did Cyana get so much attitude?"

"She's always been sassy." Mingyu corrected, poking at Cyana. "Seventeen's princess~" He teased.

Cyana swatted his finger away, pointing at the staff. "Shouldn't we be filming today's content, guys?"

[staff sends seventeen's princess thanks]

"Ahh~ look at her being so professional." Hoshi teased. "She's right though."

"We've been working nonstop recently..." Dino exclaimed, bringing the spotlight onto himself. Cyana watched from next to Vernon as Dino began to introduce the premise. "...except Seungkwan."

"Seungkwan isn't here today." Hoshi repeated.

"I heard..." Jeonghan started. "...we're inside Seungkwan right now."

As the others exclaimed excitedly, Cyana grew confused, repeating Jeonghan's words under her breath, thinking she must've heard him wrong. "Inside...Seungkwan?" She asked Vernon.

Vernon nodded. "Yeah," he gestured around the room. "We're inside him right now."

She made a face. "That sounds kinda wrong."

"We're his emotions." He corrected, laughing at her disgusted reaction.

"Oh~" She nodded, finally getting it.

[HAPPY MODE ON]

Everyone started laughing almost at once, leaving Cyana confused, but joining in nevertheless. Pausing in between bouts of forced laughter, she smacked Vernon's shoulder. "What on earth is going on?"

Vernon could only shake his head, looking just as pained as he pretended to laugh. Jeonghan suddenly began to shake Cyana, encouraging her to laugh harder.

"HA. HA. HAHAHAHA." Cyana yelled out, right into Jeonghan's face.

Jeonghan fell back in harsh laughter, real this time.

"Wowww." She couldn't help to gawk at how high the rock climbing course was. She grabbed a helmet, putting it on as she continued to stare at the sheer size of the place. "This is amazing."

"Their shoulders are too wide to fit through." Mingyu's voice cut through her amazement.

She turned, giggling when she saw Wonwoo and the others, unable to cross through the pillars.

"Hoshi wants to go first." Dino pushed Hoshi towards the center. "C'mon."

[RAGE MODE ON]

The place suddenly exploded in shouts of anger, surprising Cyana who was had been talking to Jun seconds ago. She jumped in fright, letting out a harsh breath when she realized the mood had changed. She watched as the others 'fought' and couldn't help but gape at how insane they all were.

"Wow. So this is you guys during Going Seventeen." She couldn't help be a little intimidated. "I see..."

Jun snorted, breaking character upon seeing Cyana's revelation.

Mingyu pushed Jeonghan, flinging the guy several steps towards where Cyana and Jun stood, near the back. Cyana's mouth dropped at the sheer strength of Mingyu. She couldn't wrap her head around how quickly they could adapt to anger as such docile and kind people.

Jun nudged her. "You try."

She frowned. Walking up to DK, she tried imitating the gangsters for those Korean dramas she had been watching. "Who are you?" She asked aggressively, widening her stance and knocking up against DK.

The boy only burst into laughter at the sight.

"Cyana's only cute when she gets mad." Joshua said, still maintaining an aggressive tone although he was fighting not to smile.

[SAD MODE ON]

This time Cyana was ready. She had seen the cue from the staff first, immediately burying her face into Joshua's shirt pretending to cry. A little taken aback, Joshua patted her back and pretended to cry as well. She was glad her face was away from the camera or she would've died with embarrassment.

Joshua leaving her once it was his turn, she sat next to Wonwoo and gave him a tiny smile. She felt comforted he too wasn't really down to be acting so hard.

"He's so skillful." She heard Dino wail out, her shoulders now shaking with laughter instead of pretend tears.

Joshua came down, only greeted by a jealous and tearful Dino, who complimented him with wailing tones. "You're so skillful. Are there a lot of mountains in LA?"

Cyana couldn't help but snort, hand flying out to grab Wonwoo's. It isn't missed by the camera, the awkward parting they had and the little side-eye they both gave each other when the other wasn't looking.

"Jump, Wonwoo!" Jeonghan yelled from his spot on the ground.

Cyana craned her neck up, watching as the boy prepared himself and jumped across. "Wowww." She said quietly. "He looks like a koala, the way he's hanging onto the sack."

Wonwoo's cheeks turned pink at her comment as he was lowered down.

DK was next, his legs visibly shaking as he climbed up.

"DK butt sexy!" Mingyu yelled out after him, prompting DK to move his hips, resulting in both cheers and groans from the others.

"Ya- Mingyu." Woozi chided. "There's a girl here."

Mingyu glanced at Cyana with red ears. Jun shielded her eyes as DK continued his climb up. Once he had reached the top, Jun let his hand down and Cyana could see how scared DK was.

"DK jump!" The others called. "You won't actually fall!"

"DK." Cyana cupped her hands around her mouth to yell. "Jump or the cookies I made back home aren't yours!"

DK looked down at her, cringing at the height. "No!" He yelled back. "That's not fair!"

"Jump!" She yelled, cheering the loudest when he did.

--

"I think I'm going to pass out." Mingyu mumbled, as he looked down at the sheer height he was at. "Why did I agree to this?"

"Mingyu!" Dino yelled up. "If you don't jump you have to call me hyung!"

"Hyung!" Mingyu yelled down. Cyana let out a loud laugh at his blatant cry of defeat. "Hyung!"

"Me too!" She yelled up at him. "Call me Noona!"

Mingyu fixed her with a stare. "Ah~ No thank you."

She pouted. "Then jump."

Mingyu looked at the sack, as if gauging an opponent.

"You can do it!" Hoshi yelled. "Mingyu!"

Cyana was both surprised he did jump and a little sad she didn't get to hear him call her noona. She sighed. "It would've been so funny."

[TIMID MODE ON]

Cyana rolled a basketball across the floor towards Dino. "So we don't get hurt." She gave him a sweet smile, making him smile back.

"Guys, get over here." Seungcheol waved them over to where the group stood.

"Let's divide our teams by odd and even?" Wonwoo suggested, his tone meek and timid to match the current mood. Everyone nodded, splitting off into separate sides of the basketball court. Sensing Cyana's confusion, Wonwoo clarified for the girl. "Based on your place in the group age ranking. You're number 14 so you're with the evens."

She nodded gratefully, moving to join Jeonghan and her other teammates.

[game start!]

Seungcheol threw the jump ball rather timidly, as Hoshi slapped it over Vernon's head and close to Cyana. She swiftly grabbed the ball, taking aim and shooting the ball into the net with a clean swish.

"Wow, you're good?" Vernon exclaimed, although it sounded more like a question.

"Played a bit when I was younger." She shrugged, passing the ball to Jun and jogging alongside him.

The game continued, Cyana surprising everyone as she scored goal after goal. The other team was still catching up though, and Cyana could feel herself getting sucked into the competitiveness of the game.

[EXCITED MODE ON]

"Finally!" She yelled out. "Timid is no way to play a game."

She watched, amused at the ruckus the boys were causing at the other end of the court, as DK threw the ball into Hoshi's knees. Taking over, Cyana dribbled towards the hoop, letting out a frustrated groan when Mingyu came up to block her.

"This isn't fair!" She yelled out, trying to pass him. "You're a wall!" She does her best to body check him, slamming her shoulder into his chest. He doesn't move an inch. "Mingyu!" She whined, passing the ball to an awaiting Minghao.

"That hurt." Mingyu whined back, rubbing his chest. "You're all bone. Owwww~"

[SAD MODE ON]

As the game progressed, Cyana got in a couple more goals, managing to stay far away from Mingyu. He was the only one able to guard her, as she sped past the others or merely moved gracefully through them.

"I want to win." Dino cried out, his face morphing into a sad one.

Catching on, Cyana matched his tone and expression. "I'm so sad I'm doing sooo well."

Dino frowned. "It's not fair. You're using your experience against us."

[experience > svt]

Before Cyana can retaliate, a loud thud and sounds of laughter echoed from the other end of the court. Cyana moved away from the bodies blocking her view, realizing Seungcheol had slipped and lost his shoe in the process.

"I didn't swear!" Seungcheol tried excusing himself as he got up. "I said shoes- not sh-"

"You were really good at basketball." Joshua marvelled, as they had finished the game and were now sitting down for snacks. "I was really shocked."

She blushed under the praise. "I played a lot in LA. The weather was always good so I was always at the park."

"You should play with Seungkwan sometime." He offered, reminding her Seungkwan also liked basketball. "He can introduce you to NCT's Chenle. They play together sometimes."

She nodded. "That sounds-"

The sound of Minghao yelling cut her train of thought, leaving her speechless. "Who asked for Cola?" He yelled out, the sheer volume and strength of his voice stunning the girl.

"Wow." She gaped again, turning to Joshua. "I didn't even know Hao had a set of lungs that could do that."

Joshua bit back a smile, trying to stay in character and on theme. "We're all loud when we want to be." He informed her.

She narrowed her eyes at him, not quite believing him. "Even Wonwoo and Woozi?"

"Even Wonwoo and Woozi." He agreed.

"Even you?" She pressed again. "I've never seen you mad or loud at all."

Hoshi turned around to face them, having overheard their conversation. "Joshua's pure insanity. He just hides it well."

Cyana muffled a giggle behind her sleeve. She watched as the others continued to yell, the amount of attitude in one room overwhelming her. She glanced at the camera, mouthing "I want to go home."

[overstimulated by loudness]

a/n: first gose episode! requests are open if you want to see cyana in other gose episodes - so far gose series will be request only so be sure to send one!

[virginsexgod69]

imagine shane somehow pulled it together and survived with the group until season 3, but lori still sadly dies giving birth to judith. while they’re out on a run, he and rick meet you. at first they’re just jacking you for your weapons, ammo, etc, since they’re gearing up to fight the governor but then shane realizes that he wants to take you home so you can take care of his baby and him too. rick’s along for the ride too

❝ Taking Care ❞

pairing Shane Walsh x f!Reader

cw guns, mild swearing, typical twd violence, injuries

2.5k words

note okay wow, writing shane was lowkey kinda difficult hahahaha, but i tried my best! although i'm not sure if i like this or not... either way, i really hope i fulfilled your request!!!!!

“If this is someone’s stuff, we should at least leave them some.” 

“We need this more than they do. ‘M sure they don’t have a baby or are tryna gear up for a damn war.” The two men continued to ransack your sad excuse of a camp. Guns, knives, canned foods, all gone, shoved into their own bags. You watched them as they continued to rummage through your stuff. You knew you should confront them, but you’ve seen how scary people have become and didn’t want to leave the safety of the tree you were hiding behind. 

“Think there’s anythin’ good in that car?” 

“Maybe we should jus’ take the whole car.” 

You couldn’t just sit by and let them take everything you risked your life to accumulate. Even though your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute and your entire body shook with nerves, you removed the safety off your pistol and stepped out from behind the tree, pointing your weapon at the curly-haired man. 

“S-stop stealin’ my stuff!” You ordered, although it sounded more like you were begging. 

The men stopped and turned to look at you. They stood with confidence and clearly weren’t afraid of you. That made you even more nervous. The man you had your gun aimed at slowly put his backpack full of your stuff down before raising his arms up in surrender. His partner, however, reached for his own gun. 

"Don't!" you shouted, turning your gun on him instead. 

"We don't mean any harm, we just saw stuff, so we took stuff," the blue eyed man said. There was something about the way he spoke. Fearless, authoritative. It sent nervous chills down your spine. 

"Yeah, so why don't you put down the gun, darlin'," his partner said. His unflinching stance and muscular body gave you the impression that he wasn't one to mess with. 

"Tell your friend to put down my stuff and maybe I'll consider it," you bargained. 

The man smirked, clearly not taking you seriously. It pissed you off. 

"Do ya even know how to use that thing?" Now you were really pissed. You moved your finger to the trigger to fire a warning shot, but the man was on top of you instantly, tackling you to the ground. He grabbed the wrist of your hand containing the gun and slammed it against the ground until you dropped it, ignoring the way you screamed and writhed against him, trying to fight him off. With your gun now in his hold, he shoved it into your temple. 

"Shane, wai—" 

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't end your fucking life right now," he demanded, cutting his partner off. 

You sent a nasty glare his way, but when he didn't relent, you knew he was serious about killing you. You didn't want to show the men any fear, but you couldn't help the way your heart raced or how your eyes burned with tears. 

"You said," you swallowed nervously, "You said you have a baby, right? I-I can help! I was a nanny before the world fell. I know how to take care of babies and kids." 

He pondered over your words for a moment before clicking the safety back on and yanking you up from the ground.

"I think we should take her back, Rick," the man whose name you learned was Shane said. 

The other man, Rick put his hands on his hips before running a hand over his face in thought. 

"We already have people back at the prison who take care of Judith. If we take her that's just another mouth to feed," Rick argued. 

Prison? Did they have some sort of camp? Having a stable home sounded better than living out of your car and sleeping in a tent. 

"Do any of your people know baby first aid and CPR?" you asked. Now you wanted to convince them to bring you back with them. Anything seemed better than what you currently had going on. 

Rick and Shane stepped off to the side for a moment, talking in hushed whispers you could barely make out. 

"How many walkers have you killed?" Rick asked as they two approached you again. 

"I dunno, a lot?" you replied, confused at the question. 

"How many people have you killed?" 

You sighed, getting tired of his silly interrogation. "Um, two." 

"Why?" 

This man was really nosey. "Cause they were bit." That's all the detail you were willing to give the man, but he seemed to accept it anyway. 

"Fine. We can bring her back," Rick finally agreed. Shane grabbed your upper arm and leaned down to your ear. "If I even think you're gonna try some funny shit, I will kill you." You nodded nervously before snatching your arm from his grasp. 

 You helped the men load the rest of your stuff into their car -this time you were okay with them taking your stuff since you'd be going back with them- and got into the backseat of their green car. 

When you arrived at the prison and saw that it was actually a prison, you were actually a bit shocked, but you didn't complain. Shelter was shelter and having it was better than not. You followed the men inside, curiously looking around as you did so. An elderly man and a young girl holding a baby sat at a table in the area before the cells. Their guards immediately went up when they saw you walk in behind Rick and Shane. 

"Who's this?" the man asked.

"This is...uh," Shane trailed off, not knowing your name, so you quickly told him. 

"We found her in the woods. Said she was a nanny, so we brought her back to help out with Judith," he explained as the girl handed him the baby. He smiled down at the baby girl in his arms before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. 

"Hello, nice to meet y'all," you greeted. They both seemed apprehensive, but returned your greeting nonetheless. 

"And nice to meet you!" you said in a quieter, higher pitched voice to the baby in Shane's arms. She couldn't have been more than a few months. It felt strange seeing a baby so young in the middle of the apocalypse. You assumed Shane was the father, considering how he was the one cradling the infant in his arms and not Rick. But who was the mother? You glanced up at the girl. She seemed way too young to be having a baby with Shane. 

Her blue eyes met yours. "Oh, um, I'm not her mother," she explained. You could tell by everybody's body language that you shouldn't ask who is, so you kept quiet. 

"Can I hold her?" you asked Shane. 

He looked at you for a moment, deciding if he wanted to trust you to hold her just yet. He gently placed Judith into your arms, his warm hands brushing yours in the process. 

"Hi, baby!" you cooed, overtaken by her cuteness "aren't you jus' the cutest lil' thing!" She just looked at you, not a thought behind her eyes. You couldn't help the way your face split into a gigantic smile. You glanced up at Shane, but he was already looking at you with a ghost of a smile on his face and eyes less cold than they were earlier. You handed him back the baby and he handed it back to the girl before motioning for you to follow him. 

 He led you through the prison, to a cell you'd be staying in. When the other members of his group saw you and demanded answers, with authority present in his tone, Shane told them you were here for his daughter and here to stay, leaving no room for questions. Even if they didn't seem to agree with his choice, they didn't say anything. You sat on your cot. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it was heaven compared to the dirt. 

"Thanks for bringing me here," you said looking down at your shoes. 

"Better uphold your end of the deal or else I'll turn you loose and leave you for dead." 

What a warm welcome.

 In the week or so that passed, everyone started to warm up to you, especially Shane. At first, you suspected he was hovering because he didn't fully trust you with Judith, but when he hung around you, even during the times you were without Judith, you started to suspect he liked being in your company. And his wasn’t that bad either. 

“Hey there,” you greeted as you approached him with baby Judith in your arms. He stood in the watchtower, having been in there keeping watch the night before. The bright, early morning sun shone on him, making his brown eyes glow. He smiled happily at his daughter before smiling at you too. 

“What’re y’all doin’ up so early?” He asked, taking Judith from you and cradling her in his arms. 

“The little one was hungry, had to get up and feed her.” 

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked you. You nodded your head. 

“Why don’t you go get yourself somethin’ to eat?” His voice was laced with genuine care, which shocked you. He hasn’t shown too much care for anyone in the short time you’ve been here. 

“What about you, you’ve been up here all nigh. Surely you’re hungry?” He handed you Judith and turned you around, gently nudging you toward the exit. 

“Mornin’, Beth,” you said cheerly as you helped yourself to a granola bar. You though about it for a second before grabbing one for Shane too. 

“Hey,” she replied. 

“Do you mind watching Judith for a bit? Gotta do somethin’ real quick?” She agreed and happily took the baby in her arms. 

You hurried back to the watch tower and thankfully, Shane was still in there. 

“What’re you doin’ back in here? Thought I told you to go eat?” 

“You’re not the boss of me,” you teased as you tossed him the granola bar. He smirked and caught the bar. You took a seat, leaning against the wall as you ate your breakfast. He looked at you as if to ask what you you were doing. 

“ ‘M keepin’ you company,” you stated matter of factly. He didn’t argue with you and instead sat down next to you. You wanted to remind him that he was to be keeping watch, but decided against it, afraid it might push him away. The two of you ate in silence for a bit, too hungry to avert attention from the food. 

“Judith seems to like you,” he commented. 

“Well, I’d hope so, since I’m her nanny,” you joked. He chucked before responding. “You take such good care of her.” 

You smiled at him. “Least I could do since y’all took me in… even though you tried to rob me and threaten my life.” Despite the truth to your words, there was a joking tone to your voice. He looked a bit guilty. 

“We were just,” he took a moment to gather his words, “I had to-”

“’S fine, I get it,” you said, slightly relieving him of his guilt. “I’ve had to do some things I didn’t wanna to survive.” 

“Haven’t we all.” You were grateful that he didn’t try to pry too much into your life, but you wouldn’t have minded sharing had he asked anyway. You rested your head on his shoulder -much like you did to your friends before the dead started rising- and he let you stay there. 

“I better get back to Judith,” you said after a few minutes. 

“And I gotta change shifts.” The two of you parted ways, but not before he thanked you for the granola bar. 

You found Beth again. She was in a cell with Maggie who was feeding Judith. She handed you the baby and her bottle so you could take over feeding her. The sisters said their goodbyes before leaving the cell, leaving you and Judith behind. She was almost done with the bottle before you heard the faint sound of gunshots. You tensed up, clutching Judith close to you.The gunshots picked up, making you wonder if you should go and see what’s going on. You looked down at the baby dozing off in your arms. You couldn’t just leave her in here alone. The prison was virtually empty with nobody else to watch her. You chose to stay, even though the guilt of doing nothing ate away at you. 

 After what felt like forever, the shooting finally stopped. You breathed a sigh of relief. Loud footsteps rapidly approached before Shane appeared in the doorway. He was sweaty, out of breath, and clutching his side. 

“Came to check on you two, everything alright?” He asked, worriedly. 

“Yeah, she’s fine, everything’s fine,” you replied, eager to ask what it was that happened. 

“Are you alright?” Concern flashed in his eyes. 

You nodded. “What happened out there? Is everyone okay?” 

“It was the Governor, killed one of the prisoners and tried to take out everyone else too.” 

You looked away from his eyes and down to the hand clutching his side. Blood was starting to leak between his fingers. Your heart dropped. 

“Shane, did you get shot?” You asked sternly, hoping he wouldn’t lie. 

“Just a graze, I’ll be fine.” You put a sleeping Judith in her crib before approaching the man. 

“Lemme patch you up.” 

“It’s just a graze,” he insisted. 

You sighed and looked up at him which forced him to look at you. “I know you just brought me here to take care of Judith, but I wanna take care of you too.” He let out a sigh and finally relented. You smiled up at him before scurrying off to fetch some medical supplies. 

When you came back, he was sitting on the cot, still clutching his wound with a pained look on his face. When he heard you come in, he sat up straighter and put that stoic look back on his face. 

“You don’t have to act all tough for me,” you teased. You doused a towel with some rubbing alcohol before kneeling in front of him. He couldn’t look you in the eyes as he lifted his shirt to give you access to the wound. It seemed to have stop bleeding, so you gently cleaned the wound before putting a bandage on it. 

“See, really wasn’t that big a deal,” he said with a teasing smirk on his face. 

“Still had me worried, though.” You stood up and tidied the mess of medical supplies. 

“Don’t gotta worry ‘bout me, I can handle it.” 

You knew he could, but the thought of losing him scared you. You leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. 

“Just don’t want Judith losin’ her daddy is all.” He sighed and looked up to the ceiling in thought. 

“Thank you,” he said. 

“No problem.” 

“No, not just for this. For taking care of Judith and for taking care of me.” You sat beside him and slipped your hand through his. 

“Always.” 

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[late-to-the-party-81]

What's up, Buck?

AN: And another late answer to an ask! Hahahaha. Thank you for the thot, Em. He looks so grumpy here!

Unbeta'd ficlet ahoy!

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: Antagonistic work colleagues to lovers, Grumpy Bucky, Canon typical violence, confessions of feelings, idiots in lust, kissing, implied future smut.

“What’s up, Buck?” You called out with a smile as you passed the metallic staring machine in the corridor. He didn’t answer you. He never did. Just flared his nostrils and kept on staring, while you kept on walking.

“What’s up, Buck?” You gave him a jovial shoulder bump as you found him in the communal lounge-slash-kitchen, holding a bowl of cheerios and milk in his left hand and shovelling it into his mouth with the spoon in his right. He scowled as some of the milk sloshed, but said nothing.

“What’s up, Buck?” You gave him a wave as you strode onto the quinjet, passing where he and Steve were sitting sorting out their equipment, as you followed Nat to the cockpit. He tossed his knife over and over in his hand, glaring at you, but as usual, stayed silent.

“Quit bugging him,” Nat chided.

“But he’s gotta answer me sometime. How many missions can we get through where he doesn’t even exchange a single word with me? I’m determined to get him to say something, even if it’s just ‘fuck off’ or ‘shut the fuck up’. It’s not normal, Nat.”

“Yasha isn’t normal, скворец. Who would be after everything he’s been through?

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right…it’s just that I get on with everyone, Natty. I don’t know why he’s so grumpy with me.”

“He just doesn’t know you yet. It’s gonna take him a while to warm up. If you haven’t noticed he doesn’t really talk to me much.”

“Aah, yes, but he does talk to you.”

“You just want him to notice you crushing on him. I see those eyes you make at him.”

You stuck out your tongue at her, but Nat just shook her head, put on her headset, and started her pre-flight checks. You sat back and tried not to ruminate on the intriguing, and very hot brunette super-soldier.

—----

You pulled your knife out of the chest of the goon you’d just downed and jogged down the corridor in front of you. 

“I’m on my way guys, wait for me to catch up…”

“Don’t worry, Starling. We won’t leave you behind.” You heard the smile in Steve’s voice over the comms and rolled your eyes to yourself. The daft nickname that Nat had given you, after she found you doing karaoke exactly once, had now been adopted by the rest of the team. Well, almost the rest of the team.

You saw a partially closed door ahead of you and pushed it open, coming face to face with Bucky’s rifle. You skidded to a halt and raised your hands in the air.

“Heeeeeeey! What’s up, Buck? Apart from your gun, that is.” You stuck out your index fingers and pressed it to the end of the barrel, pushing it away from you. Bucky glared. You tried not to notice how sexy he looked all battle dishevelled.

“Come on, man. Lighten up.”

“I almost shot you.” It took you a moment to decipher the growl he made and then another moment to process that he’d actually spoken to you. 

You grinned and made a theatrical stagger towards the closest wall, clutching a hand to your chest.

“Be still my beating heart! He speaks!”

Some of the tension went out of Bucky’s body and he lowered his rifle to point at the floor.

“Are you always so blasé?”

“Are you always so stoic?

He rolled his eyes and started to walk away from you down the corridor. You trotted behind him, trying to keep up with his long-legged stride, and turned off your comms transmitter.

“Is that why you don’t like me? You don’t think I take anything seriously?”

He stopped short and you almost ran into his back.

“I don’t ‘not like’ you.” He turned and looked you over.

“Could’ve fooled me, Sergeant Barnes. This is the first time you’ve ever spoken to me.”

“This is the first time you’ve said something that isn’t that ridiculous phrase.”

You pinched your nose, feeling a headache coming on.”

“You do realise that if you’d done anything other than just stare at me, all haughty and serious, I’d have expanded my vocabulary.”

“Maybe I didn’t know what to say. What was I supposed to say?”

“Anything, Bucky. I don’t know. Maybe ‘Nothing, just chilling’, or ‘the value of the Yen against the Dollar’. Anything. We could’ve been getting along all this time, you know.”

“Anything, Starling? What if what I wanted to say wasn’t appropriate?” He took a step towards you, backing you against the wall. His expression had changed. “What if I didn’t want to ‘get along’? What if I want something different? I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know what you want. Maybe we want the same thing?”

His eyes were dark and for some reason you were transfixed by the way his tongue popped out from between his lips.

“Umm. Erm. Is it warm in here? Just me? Maybe we should be going, you know, catch up with the others.”

“Don’t change the subject, not when we’re finally talking, скворец. You want to ask me, don’t you? You want to ask me that stupid question one more time to find out what I really want to say, don’t you?”

His breath was warm on your face, his eyes hypnotising you. He was standing so close his knee was almost slotted between your thighs. All you’d have to do would be to drop slightly and you could grind against it and…

“What… what’s up, Buck?” You barely recognised the croaky voice that came out of your throat.

Bucky’s right hand came up and cupped your face, thumb moving over your cheekbone and he dropped his head even closer.

“My blood, скворец, every time you talk to me. That’s what’s up. I want to kiss you to stop you saying it, and then carry on kissing you to find out what other things your lips will say…”

He moved his lower body closer, pressing his hips against you and heat suffused your skin at what you felt.

“And when you prance around in those tiny sleep shorts that barely cover your ass, guess what else is up?”

You drew a ragged breath into your lungs, feeling dizzy from the adrenaline coursing through your body.

“Do you understand now why I didn’t respond?”

The gap between you was infinitesimal. You were so close you were breathing the same air and at some point your hands had come up to rest on the leather of his tack jacket

“You should have said it, Buck. You should have said all those things, and we could have been doing this sooner.”

You closed the gap.

At the first touch of his lips against yours, both dry and chapped due the exertion of the mission, your eyelids closed allowing you to just feel. His mouth moved over yours, not softly, but not aggressively either, like he was trying to hold back. Your fingers curled into his jacket and the firm material creaked. You could smell leather, and gunpowder, and steel, and Bucky’s sweat. 

You wanted more. Wanted to drown in it. Drown in him. 

You wanted to run your tongue up his chest and taste him, you wanted to wind your fingers into his hair and clutch him to your breast, you wanted…

“Starling? Buck? Where are you guys? Did you stumble into some more trouble? We’re waiting for you at the jet.”

Steve’s voice burst in over the comms, pulling you both out of the moment. Bucky stepped back from you and pressed his finger to his ear.

“We’re here, Stevie. Don’t worry, be with you in a few minutes.”

You lent against the wall, and grabbed your water bottle, taking a healthy slug and giving yourself a few moments to collect yourself. 

“Come on, Starling. You heard the man. Let’s move out.”

You gave him a sharp nod and strode forward. You got a few steps in front of him when you felt Bucky grab you, his cool left hand feeling blissful against your heated skin.

“Oh, and our conversation isn’t over, doll. Not by a long shot.”

You gave him a coy smile.

“Your room or mine?”

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[junepingu]

Bob x sick reader

Fluffy

"oh god... My nose.." You say holding the napkin in your hand, realizing that for some mystical reason you have fallen ill, You've always been careful, but especially since you didn't have to work this week, you stayed at home, how can a normal person gets sick at home? You couldn't believe it... You hate being sick and you hate the feeling of your blocked nose.

You feel on the bed with a "uff" and stayed wihh the back towards the sheets, you were feeling like shit, how could this happened... You needed help... But you can't disturb people, your ego say try and do it yourself.

You heard 5 knocks on the window, you jump a little as you look at the sound, who could it be if not... Bob ..."Bob why are you here? And i already told you i have do-*COUGH COUGH*... Uuhh fuck" you cough hard as your troath started to hurt.

Bob rushed towards you and put his hand on your forehead, "ehy darlin' i thought i could make a visit and i think i choose the right time" he chuckle as he then took off his jacket and Red hat, he then went to the kitchen fast and returned with a glass of water and honey, you hate honey.

"what's that?" you pointed out a little disgusted, he saw that and chuckle for your face "oh now don' be a baby darlin', i know you don' like it but it's for your troath... C'mon now open your mouth~" he said with a Imperceptible smirk as he sit near you, you blushed even in a moment like this where there was nothing hot, you were blushing for his voice, "mhm.." you nope with your head, he said again as you nope again, he started to irritate but didn't show it, he stayed with a smile on his face, "y/n.. This is for your healt, it Will make it feel better after i promise just... Take it" he said Leaning his hand with the spoon full of gold honey near your mouth more, you You close your mouth more and turn away "mhm!", his face now slowly pissed "y/n-" he couldn't finish as you cough again, it was a bad one this time as you made a weird face "God... I taste blood" Bob made a strange smile and stare at you for a second "thats why honey Will help you heal it" "Bob i dont like honey! Give me something else but not honey" Bob sigh deeply as stand up and went to the kitchen again, returned after 5 minutes and give to you a glass of hot Milk, "okey maybe this one Will be more to you' taste, take it darlin'" you saw it and were more happy than before so you took the hot glass and took a sip "mmhh! Thats better!" he smirked mischievously and you notice his face and made a confused sound "oh honey... You really like it uh~", you blush a little "w-what" you chip, "the Milk... You like it?" you raise a eyebrow and stare at him "mhmh~ did you know that... Honey can melt right?" he laugh and you then blush in embarassment "wha-why!Bob i told yo-" he put his index finger on your lips and lick his lips "now now darlin' don't be touchy, that means you're going to be a good girl now and drink all the glass I gave you, right honey..? His eyes were almost closed and had that kind of shadows that made your back have chills and his mouth was arching in a smirk, this man could make you do things that you couldn't even control, you were all red and flustered now, so you decided you didn't have a choice even because you were feeling shit and your troath hurt like hell, why this moment was turning out in something else... Jeez why you were so horny all the time.

You then started to take more sip on the glass even because the cup was still hot, his face returned normal and his gentle smile returned, he caressed your cheek "good girl.. Just like that~ now you will feel better after drinking that" you felt chills and melt from his words... Why he has to make sexy everything he say, maybe is for his strong accent, he noticed that and moved near your ear and whispered in a very deep voice "you know... If you weren't sick darlin' I'd punish you right now~" you stayed still and froze in the spot you "Hahahaha!" you hear him laugh as you make a confused face "oh oh~ you should see your face now! I got you!" you became flustered and embarassed as you bring your sheets and cover your face, grunt in embarassment, he chuckle and came near you and caress your hands "oh c'mon now lambchop i was joking, but i have to admit that you ar' acting a little" you grunt and turn around away from him "gmh!" he took of your sheets took your chin in his hand and kiss your lips gently, you gasp as you slap his arm "Bob! You can get the flue too!" he chuckle and kiss your forhead.

After a while you were feeling sleepy, the little moment that Bob made a while ago was strange and even hot, you hope that you weren't so Cooled, anyway he was around the house while you were laying on your bed trying to catch some sleep.

Bob was right the Milk with the honey make out your troath and was better than the medications you took yesterday, Bob was cleaning all your angles and He was fixing whatever he could find at home, all this to help you he knew how much work you have so cleaning your house a little was maybe something that could make you feel a little bit better.

You feel asleep and Bob didn't notice cause he was in the kitchen preparing you some metal for later. When he finished he went to check on you and you were Snoring merrily, he smiles and giggles a little in your presence and goes to rest on the couch.

7 pm arrives and you were still sleeping, Bob notices the time and comes to your room to wake you up even if he didn't want to disturb you but you couldn't skip dinner, he wakes you up and you wake up with a small sound and get up, with his arm around your waist he accompanies you to the kitchen to eat, "Bob... Bob what did you make" you ask with a sleepy voice "i thought that you could need some juicy meat to refresh your energy..." he drol a bit as you were starting to eat he was staring at you with an intense gaze "Bob? Are you okey?" you ask him and he answered just with "yeah..."

You ate it all and it was delicious, you were now full and decided to sit on the sof�� with Bob, he hugged you from behind and you laid your head on his chubby chest, "Bob...?" he hum "thanks... For... You know everything that you did today, you didn't have to" he looked at you and kissed your head "darlin' you don' have to thank me, i did it because i don' like seeing you like this" you smile warmly and hugged tight, At some point you couldn't resist but cough, your troath hurt again as you were feeling your head dizzy "oh.. GOD... I thought it get better? *cough COUGH* Bob He holds you tight and caresses your back, takes you a glass of water and gives it to you, "it's okey take this" you take a big sip of the water and it calm down.

"mmhh..it still hurt" Bob stare at you for a second and then got up, you couldn't see him but he was searching for something you hear glass clicking and snapping of a Jar, he smirk and came back with something behind he was chuckling, "what are you hiding" you chuckle, he then show you a glass of Milk... No... Not again you thought but then you started laugh "OH come on!" you laugh and he started to laugh too "you don' have a choice darlin' c'mon... It's only for tonight and then i will buy a Syrup for that..." you smile and took the glass in your hand, he sit near you as he put his hand on your waist you jump a little "wo..I didn't think I'd have this effect on you..hehe~" you groan and took a sip of the glass of Milk, he kissed your cheek and smile warmly at you, "good girl".

his hand now was caressing your side slowly, you blush by his hand, he realize and... "what?... Are you flustered?" you hide your face in his chest, "hehe~" he was laugh as you were trying not to melt.

He kissed your head and stayed like that for as long as you needed, as he noticed you falling asleep on his shoulder he catch the glass before it fell, he bring you up gently in his arms and took you to bed, he She puts you under the covers and you start relaxing between the pillows, he stays there for a while until he starts to She puts you under the covers and you start relaxing between the pillows, he stays there for a while until he starts to leave "Bob..." he turn his head fast you were still awake? "ehy darlin' you should take some sleep you know" you couldn't see him because your eyes were half closed but you grunt and Stretch your arms up as a sign that you want to hug "oh you want hug? Okey.." he close his Space with you and hugged you tight kissing you on your head, you didn't let him go as you wrap your arms around him tightly "darlin'.. I have to go.. Ehy..." "mmhhgg.. No..." he sigh "really.. C'mon let me go i Will visit you tomorrow" "please...stay.." he smiled again and as you insisted and your arms weren't moving he decided to stay for the night.

You wrap your arms around him as you kissed his lips "now you Will stay with me for the week" he was shocked but after a minute he chuckle and kissed you again as his hands were feeling your body "yeah.. I will stay even more noè thanks..." he said joking and you laugh a bit.

You two feel asleep and the next day you were feeling better but Bob wasn't as he open his eyes he Sneezes, he look at you unimpressed, you laugh at him "yeah thanks.." you kissed all his face "oohh poor baby, now I Will make you feel better bobby" you smile.

Ehy guys Im here again with a little oneshot, anyway i hope you are having a great day and hope you enjoyed, if you have new ideas let me know in the ask-box! 🫐✨🌼💗

[pastelwitchling]

Hello there! If you’re still taking prompts would you consider writing something about how Alex brings Michael lunch at Sanders’ auto one day and gets totally distracted by a hot and sweaty Michael..? I was going to say maybe they decide to eat lunch in the airstream 😉 but then I remembered Dallas lives there now so maybe not hahahaha

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Michael was just about nearing the end of his rope. He’d been bent over an engine that he was sure he’d fixed just last week, but somehow, Mrs. Bayson kept managing to break it down. She was a lean woman who always dressed like she was going to a fancy dinner party, but she seemed to have no other plans than to spend the day watching Michael slave away over her car in the scorching heat.

Michael had just barely managed to keep his shirt on because of the eyes that he always felt raking his body, but it was so drenched in sweat now that he might as well have not been wearing a shirt at all.

“Do you need a drink, cowboy?” Mrs. Bayson crooned from where she sat in the shade of the trailer, long legs stretched out in front of her. She held up her icy drink. “You can have a sip of my lemonade.”

No, thanks, Michael almost said, his jaw clenched. I think I’d rather drink lava.

“I’m good,” was all he said, not bothering to turn around or face the woman who’d been openly ogling him for the past several hours. Or minutes. He never knew. With her, time seemed to stretch on forever.

Then he heard a car drive into the junkyard, and he shut his eyes, exasperated. Every so often, Mrs. Bayson would invite her friends over so that they could watch Michael together, and he’d hoped today would be an exception. He was already exhausted, sweating, and he’d woken up to his bed empty because his husband had already gone off for work before dawn. He was not in the mood for anyone else stripping him with their eyes.

He kept working, hoping that whoever it was would ignore him. Then Mrs. Bayson breathed, “Wow,” and Michael raised a brow and looked up, wondering what could give the rich housewife such a reaction. As soon as he saw who it was, he understood, and a smile instinctively came to his lips.

Alex glanced at Mrs. Bayson as he approached Michael, hands in his pockets. “What’s up?”

Michael felt like a window had opened to his chest and cool, fresh air blew in. The tension in his stomach loosened at once, and he felt like he could breathe.

“What’re you doing here?”

Alex shrugged. “I finished work early and I missed you.” He said it so casually that Michael had to stop and marvel at whether or not this truly was his life. He found he’d been doing that a lot since marrying Alex. He saw him cast another glance at Mrs. Bayson, who was openly ogling them both now like they were some kind of buffet, and he shook his head slightly as if to ask, How long’s she been here?

Michael told Alex everything, so it only stood to reason that he would see Mrs. Bayson and quickly put together who she was. He wanted to weep with relief. He didn’t care who else was there, so long as Alex stood close by to protect him.

“Stay with me, will ya?” he murmured, glancing darkly at the woman himself.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Alex said, though his eyes had turned to Mrs. Bayson, this time narrowed in thought. He was watching her like she was a particularly annoying recruit that he was trying to figure out how to teach who was boss.

Mrs. Bayson must’ve mistaken his look, however, for admiration because she lifted a shoulder, her sleeve slipping down, and held up her glass.

“My drink is open to either one of you boys,” she smiled.

Alex chuckled darkly, in a way that he did not often do and which had Michael both turned on and fearing for whoever was on the other side of it.

“I don’t think so,” he said quietly enough that only Michael could hear, and then he turned to Michael, took his face in his hands, and crashed their mouths together.

“Mmh!” Michael moaned, startled, but let the wrench drop from his hand as Alex wrapped an arm around his waist and slid his other up Michael’s shirt. Michael gasped, and Alex took the chance to push his tongue in, tasting Michael everywhere. He pushed him against the car, their hips grinding, and Michael groaned, all the tension he’d had throughout the day burning down to lust and want and need in his gut.

Alex didn’t seem to care he was covered in sweat, kissing him like he wanted to lick every inch of him clean. Michael wanted to let him, lie down here and spread his legs and let Alex do whatever he wanted to him.

But Alex was already pulling away, a line of spit connecting their mouths, and he looked over his shoulder.

Mrs. Bayson was no longer smiling, her scowl stretching wide and Michael could’ve sworn he even saw her say, What a waste.

Alex stepped back casually, but not too far away, returning his hands to his pockets. Mrs. Bayson no longer seemed in the mood to watch her car get fixed, and she had someone pick her up with a demand that the engine be ready by tomorrow.

Michael turned to Alex, grinning, and Alex gave him a wink. “All that to save me?”

“That,” Alex shrugged, and stepped closer, running his finger over Michael’s lips, “and I don’t like anyone else staring at my husband’s ass.”

Michael bit his lower lip, eager. “You jealous, baby?”

“Jealous of what?” Alex scoffed, pulling Michael in again and dragging a hand up his shirt, bunching it up to his chest. “Nobody else gets you but me.”

Michael nodded, hazed and in love. “Nobody else,” he repeated almost dreamily.

Alex grinned. “Good boy.”

***

Guys, I'm losing my mind. When I first saw this prompt in my inbox, I knew I'd already written it MONTHS ago. BUT I searched my one-shot collections and couldn't find it anywhere! So either the search term feature no longer works on ao3, or I just wrote this fic but never posted it. For that reason, I'm posting it here today. If I really did already post this to the collection, then I owe you another fic this week. As it stands, this is the last Monday of Ramadan anyway, so hopefully things get better writing and posting wise next week.

Happy malex Monday ❤

[moongeonight]

You need to laugh more!

Summary: Ibuki discovers a secret of Ryota and for nothing in the world she will ignore it.

Characters: ler! Ibuki, Lee ryota.

(i was checking and i think there is no tickle content for ryota so i said "fine i Will do it myself" but seriously my boy needs to laugh)

this takes place after danganronpa 3

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They had finally reached the island after everything happened.

"Finally... We arrived" that's what Ryota thought, who was getting off the ship along with the rest of the class 77.

Although... Ibuki was following him around a lot, mostly because she wanted him to eat the "delicious" Food because according to her, he looked too skinny.

"COME OOON ibuki thinks you should eat more than 1000 plates of food!" Ibuki said rubbing a plate of freshly cooked food in his face.

While Ryota appreciated the kindness a lot... He wasn't really hungry.

"Um... no thanks ibuki I'm fine don't worry" Ryota said smiling nervously at her.

"oooh nonono you won't escape from ibuki!" Ibuki said before jumping on him, throwing the plate to the ground, but not before grabbing some of the food and forcibly putting it into his mouth.

"blgh! Ibuki wait-" too late, ibuki had already put the food in and he forced himself to swallow it, after that he started coughing hard.

"aaaaand.. did you like it?" Ibuki said with a smile, though she still didn't let him go of his grasp.

"well.. it was very...AgH" ryota had let out a shriek, almost screaming unexpectedly.

"huh? I'm sorry, I hurt you?" Ibuki got worried, she thought she had tightened him too much until... She saw that Ryota had a smile on his face and she realized where his hands were...

"egh.. noho don't worry ibuki now please let me go..." But ryota couldn't finish his sentence before ikuki knew what was happening.

"ohoho nooo ryota why didn't you tell me you were ticklish!" After hearing this, Ryota blushed more than he already was.

"Ehh?! No no I'm not... Just let me go!" But ibuki was known to be the most dangerous tickle monster, plus she had never heard ryota's laugh.

"Nope! get ready to meet the tickle monster!" with that ibuki went straight for his ribs.

"AGH! nohohoho waihihihit!" he tried to suppress his laughter as much as he could but some giggles came out, he honestly didn't remember the last time he was tickled or... The last time he laughed, so this was something new for him.

"hahaha! I see that you need help to get out that laugh!, don't worry, Ibuki will help you!" Ibuki tickled him faster and harder this time.

"PFF- HAHAHAHA NOOHOHO IBUHUHKIHI NOHOHO "This time Ryota broke down and laughed out loud feeling the fingers on every part of him ribs turning him crazy.

"IBUKI YES!" Now Ibuki got excited i finally heard him laugh she thought.

And for Ryota, he was going to die, but for the embarrassment, he hasn't heard his laugh in a long time and hearing it now really strange for him, not to mention that Ibuki was showing no mercy to him.

"NOHOHO IBUKI PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" ryota yelled when ibuki also passed to his neck, soon tears start showing up in his eyes.

"Hahaha! Ibuki thinks you've had enough" with that ibuki released him and ryota huddled on the floor gasping for air and still giggling.

"hehe.. You're bad..." Ryota said tiredly, praying for no one else would have seen that...

"haha that was quite a show" fuyuhiko said along with peko and hajime.

"what...? Did you see it?" Ryota was red as a tomato and wishing the earth would swallow him.

"Yes haha ​​I'm sorry ryota, ibuki has destroyed us too, although you should really laugh more" hajime said knowing that ryota was very embarrassed trying to make him feel better.

"Umm.. Okay" Ryota said in a whisper, too embarrassed to say anything else.

"mmm well, I will be more rude the next time!" Ibuki said walking away to be with the others.

"for the next time...?" Wow these guys are crazy but... They are his friends after all right?

[lowkeyerror]

The Sound Of Your Name

Becky Lynch x Reader

Word Count: 1388

Requested by:@wolfechild15-blog

Request: Becky Lynch x reader in which it happens to be a soulmate au (you can decide which type). R isn't necessarily a huge fan of wrestling but ends up getting dragged to an event because her little brother absolutely loves WWE she would do anything for him.

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The universe was created in perfect harmony. Everything has a match, including the people in the universe. There were only 2 signs of finding your soulmate. They happened almost simultaneously; you'll hear their name and then lock eyes. It was said one would know by first look.

The soulmate process is why people are always being introduced to each other. They're hoping to find a perfect match around every corner.

That lifestyle wasn't for Y/n. Sure, she wanted to find her soulmate, but she believed it would occur naturally. All that got her was a so far, unforgiving love life.

She was so bored with herself at this point, she'd spend time with anyone. That's how she ended up hanging out with her 15-year-old brother all the time.

They actually got along pretty well. She saw him as a slightly weirder version of herself. As a treat for not throwing a fit about having to hang out with her all the time, Y/n bought her brother tickets to WWE Monday Night Raw.

Her brother was an avid watcher, and she knew it'd be a once in a lifetime experience for him. She even got front row seats because she wanted the night to be eventful.

While the girl didn't know a lot about wrestling, her brother didn't mind educating her as the show went on.

" So he's the favorite?"

Her brother shrugged," Technically he's the bad guy, but people still support his cause."

" So do we cheer or-"

" BOOOOO, YOU SUCK, ROMAN!"

Her brother cut her off and she laughed in amusement before joining in.

" Ya Roman, my little brother will kick your ass," she shouted at the Samoan man.

The man in the ring glanced at her, raising an eyebrow before mouthing," Oh really?"

She saw the color drain from her brother's face," Hahahaha."

The long haired man ended up winning his match. He shot a little smirk over the pair way while exiting the ring.

His match was followed by a short intermission in which Y/n took her time to find a bathroom. When she finally was able to get back to her seat, another match had already started.

It was a women's match and your brother was absolutely enthralled. It was the way he sat up, just to lean on the rail for a better look. The red head and the purple haired woman were going at it in the ring.

Y/n found herself watching intensely as she saw the women do things she couldn't even name. All she could think to say was that they were putting on a clinic.

The finish was tight. Y/n had no idea who was going to gain the upper hand. Back and forth the momentum teetered, until the red head locked in an arm bar. The purple haired woman held on as long as she could before tapping.

" YOUR WINNER… AND STILL THE WWE RAW WOMEN'S CHAMPION. BECKY LYNCH."

That's when Y/n felt it. Her head turned on its own until she met eyes with the redhead in the ring. She felt her heart start beating ten folds faster. Her eyes felt blown wide and time seemed to slow down.

It wasn't until the redhead smirked in her direction did she snap out of it. Instead of heading out of the ring and up the ramp, Becky headed to the barricade Y/n was sat at.

People cheered her name and continued clapping, thinking this was a normal part of the event. She gets right in front of Y/n's row; smiling and waving at the fans.

Becky peers down at Y/n and asks her," I think this is the part where you tell me your name, lass."

Y/n sucks in breath before answering the wrestler," Y/n L/n."

" L/n? I like that Big Time L/n sounds pretty good, don't you think?" Y/n tints at Becky's words.

"I um-"

" Or do you prefer Y/n Lynch? I kind of like both," Becky smiles down at her.

" Y/n what's going on?"

" She just found her soulmate, lad," Becky answers him.

" No fucking way," he becomes comically wide-eyed just like his sister.

" You two meet me backstage after the show, I'll give security your name," she smiles at Y/n one more time before holding the title up, receiving a loud cheer from the crowd.

The rest of the show is a blur. When it's over, Y/n and her brother make their way to the backstage area. A bulky security guard stands there, looking at the pair.

" Name," his question, is more like a demand.

The woman chokes up a little in front of him," Um, Y/n L/n."

He steps aside to let them in. When they get backstage, her brother is gawking at all the talent," This is insane."

" You're telling me," her eyes were focused on one thing only, trying to spot Becky Lynch.

" I can't believe Becky Lynch is your soulmate."

" Me either, I would've taken you to one of these awhile ago, if I thought this was possible."

" You two look a little lost back here," it was the man that they had been antagonizing earlier.

" Not lost, waiting for someone," Y/n responded to the man.

" You're not planning on trying to kick my ass, are you?" He glares playfully at Y/n's little brother.

Just then a Y/n catches a glimpse of bright orange hair," Stop trying to fight my guests, Roman, or I'll have to put the big dog down."

He puts his hands up in defense," My bad, I didn't know they were under protection from the man."

Roman walks away, leaving the group behind. When Y/n gets to see her this close without the barricade in the way, her heart flutters and her cheeks warm. To Y/n, Becky was entirely too beautiful for her own good. Her eyes traveled the length of the wrestler's body, before meeting her eyes once again.

They stare at each other intensely, not saying a word.

" I'm going to go explore," her brother announces as he stalks away from them.

" It's a little awkward, isn't it," Y/n breaks the silence.

Becky chuckles," It is, but it's also kind of crazy because I can already tell how much you're going to mean to me."

Y/n blushes deeply," I'm entirely intimidated by this, I just want to let you know that."

Becky was hesitant, but she still took Y/n's hand in hers," Me too, but I think the best part is that we get to navigate this together."

As their eyes met, it felt like there was a force pulling them into each other.

It was hardly a kiss, more like a sheepish peck. However, it was all Y/n needed to assure herself that Becky was the one for her.

" I think that Big Time L/n has a good ring to it," Y/n whispers against her lips.

Becky laughs," You don't have any opposition from me as long as I get to take you out."

Y/n playfully pushes her shoulder," How could I say no to my soulmate?"

" Just making sure not everyone accepts their soulmates" she offers a small smile.

Y/n tilts her head," Well, I guess it helps that my soulmate is an Irish bombshell with a championship around her waist."

Becky scoffs," So you only like me for my appearance and achievements?"

Y/n shakes her head," No… but they don't exactly deter me."

Just like that, the banter flows between the two. Y/n doesn't even notice as the time ticks away. It's not until her brother circles back that she realizes how long it has been.

Before they go, the soulmates make sure to exchange numbers and set a date before Becky is set to leave town.

Y/n isn't sure, but there's this pit in her stomach telling her that Becky will ask her to go on the road with her. If the redhead did happen to ask that question, the Y/n might just be crazy enough to say yes.

As soon as Y/n heard Becky's name, the sound of wedding bells echoed throughout her mind. She knew that this would be forever.

[not-a-space-alien]

All Creatures Great and Small Chapter 2: Doxxed

There's a good reason why you're not supposed to feed the trolls...

As always thanks to my collaborator @static-stars and my beta/sensitivity reader @appelsiinilight! <3 And special thanks to @ratcatcher0325 for some beta reading as well!!

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P.S. To stave off the inevitable tidal wave of references to this I'm sure is coming: Yes, Mr. Crocker from Fairly Odd Parents exists, hahahaha hilarious

Thistle’s phone sat in the center of the table, with Marcy, Teddy, and Colin sitting at the chairs on three sides.  Thistle sat at the fourth place, sitting on the table with his wings folded close to his body, shoulders hunched.  His leg bounced nervously.

Marcy had a stormy look on her face, hands clasped in front of her.

“Okay, so he doesn’t know exactly where we live,” said Colin.  “Right?”

“I don’t think so,” said Marcy.  “But the incident at the electronics store was so nearby, it’s–”

“I’m sorry,” said Thistle, for the millionth time.

Marcy held her hand out.  He shut his mouth.

“What were you thinking?” said Teddy.

Thistle found his shoes very interesting.  “I–I don’t know.  I’m sorry.  I guess–It just made me nervous to see–that he was telling everyone, and–and I guess I thought I could get him to take it down–”

“All right,” said Colin.  “It’s already happened, so now we just have to deal with it.”

Marcy said, “We deleted all his comments, and we combed through everything on all his profiles on every site for identifying information.”

“We deleted a lot,” said Thistle shame-facedly.  “I never posted anything about my location though.  I swear.”

“I’m sure you didn’t, but who knows what those computer people can do these days.”  He stroked his chin as though he’d said something particularly insightful.

“Who is this guy?” said Teddy.  “You said the employee who saw Thistle was being interviewed?”

“He’s a conspiracy theorist of some kind,” said Marcy.  She’d watched a few of his videos, but had to stop because it felt like her brain was melting.  She picked Thistle's phone up, scrolling.  “It’s all bullshit, but there’s no way this is satire or a joke.  He’s too committed to it.  But I don’t know how anyone believes it.  I mean, look at this stuff.”

“Oh god,” said Teddy, “he has multiple videos about how Trump won the 2020 election.”

“Jesus Christ,” said Colin, “What was that about–stem cells from abortions being used in–”

“That’s antisemitism,” said Teddy, pointing to a video Marcy nearly scrolled past.  “That’s a dog whistle in the title.”

“That’s what most of it is like,” said Marcy, taking the phone back.  “But he has a few videos about the ‘truth’ being hidden from the public on supernatural creatures.  Mostly it’s about demons, but there’s some other stuff too.  This is his first video about fairies. Or more specifically, 'tiny people in the walls.'"

“What was that?” said Colin.  “The thumbnail was a snake skeleton.”

Marcy rolled her eyes.  “He claims to have a naga skeleton.”  She brought up the clip and paused it, zooming in.  “How are there so many people eating this dumb shit up?  This is clearly some sort of monkey skeleton put onto a ball python.  There was a fake mermaid in the Barnum museum made the same way.”

“Actually,” said Thistle, very quietly, “Those are real.”

All three giants looked down at him incredulously.

“Once when I was young, a snake monster found our nest and ate two of my older siblings.  We were able to drive it off, but we had to just up and move to a new tree miles away to get away from it.  That’s what it looked like.  Torso like ours.  Snake instead of legs.  They’re about that size, too.”

Teddy burst into nervous laughter.  “Oh great.  Great.  Some batshit insane conspiracy theorist happens to be right about our particular slice of the unbelievable.”

“We don’t know that he’s going to come here,” said Marcy hopefully.

“He was here,” said Teddy, almost hysterical.  “Look, he’s in the shopping center in this video.”

Colin put an arm around her.  “It’s all right, Teddy bear, don’t freak out. We can deal with this.”

“There’s no way he could get our address,” said Marcy.  “Right?  Unless…”

“It’s on your mobile account,” said Teddy.  “The one you added Thistle to, right?  Does the employee he interviewed have access to it?”

“He–he’s surely not supposed to give that information out,” said Marcy.

“That doesn’t mean he won’t.”

They all grimaced.

“Well… his branding is good, I’ll give him that,” said Teddy.

His logo was a cartoon alligator with a magnifying glass, with the word InvestiGator underneath of it.  It was so ridiculous that Marcy couldn’t help bursting into laughter.

“This is fucking stupid,” she said.  “I can’t believe this.”

“Aaaaand of course he’s into cryptocurrency,” said Teddy with a scowl.

“It’s–it’s called fucking—” Marcy was having trouble getting words out between peals of overwhelmed laughter.  “Fucking–TruthCoin, and–and he’s selling alligator NFTs.”

“How did someone so wrong about everything else get this one specific thing so exactly right?” said Teddy.

“I don’t like this one bit,” said Colin.  “This guy is nothing but trouble.”

“I’m sorry,” said Thistle, voice wobbly.  

The laughter stopped at his serious tone, and all three giants looked down at him again.

“If–if–if–if it’ll fix this, I’ll leave if–if you want me to.”

Marcy's looming hand reached over to Thistle.  He shrunk back a little.  She picked him up by the back of his shirt and plopped him into her outstretched hand.  “I think you're a little too eager to sacrifice yourself at every opportunity.”

“But I made–but I put everyone in danger.”

Colin rolled his eyes.  He got up and walked over to the front door, pulling it open.  “Well, go on, then.  Leave.”

Thistle's face crumpled.

“I'm kicking you out.  We hate you now, and we think you deserve to get eaten by the neighbor's annoying dog.”

Thistle stared at him, baffled, eyes glazed over.  “You–are you being serious?”

“Of course not!”  He slammed the door shut.  “Does that sound like something any of us would say?  No?  So stop treating us like we're heartless monsters.  You’re our little buddy.  We’re not going to kick you out.”

Thistle wiped his eyes and looked down.

“Everyone makes mistakes,” said Teddy gently.  “...Even if it’s a stupid mistake, it doesn’t mean you deserve to be abandoned.”  

Marcy brought her other hand over and folded it over him, giving him a reassuring squeeze.  “It isn’t the end of the world, Ardo.  We’ll deal with whatever happens together, okay?”

He grabbed her pointer finger, giving it a squeeze back.

***

“Shut up!  Shut up!”

Marcy tried to ignore Colin’s increasingly annoyed shouts from upstairs as the neighbor’s dog continued to bark intermittently.  “I get one day off to sleep in with my girlfriend and you wake me up!  Shut up!!”

Marcy laced her shoes up, looking down at Thistle, parked by her ankle.

“Okay,” she said.  “Teddy and Colin are both home today, so if anything happens they can deal with it.  Okay?”

He nodded.  “Right.  I…I think I’m going to go upstairs to their bedroom until they get up for the day.”

“Good thinking.”  She brushed his jaw delicately with one finger.  “There might not even be anything to worry about, okay?”

He nodded.

Marcy reached over and held Thistle’s phone up.  “Now do you want me to leave this here today?”

He wrung his hands.  “Uh…No, I think–I think you take it with you again.”

“Okay.”  She slipped it into her bag.  “Have Colin and Teddy text me occasionally to check in, then.”

“I will.”

There came a holler from upstairs: “Marcy, when you go out, drag that stupid dog back to Kristi’s house.”

“Okay, Colin!”  She leaned over and plucked Thistle off her pant leg, where he’d started to climb up.  She gave him a kiss on the top of his head.  “Have a good day.”

“You too!”

She set him on the bannister, and he scrabbled up it into Teddy and Colin’s bedroom.  She watched him go, then turned and opened the front door.

There was a man with a white van parked nearby their driveway–just enough that he was still technically on public property.  The neighbor’s dog was standing in front of him, tail wagging, occasionally barking.

Marcy stood frozen in the doorway.  Oh God.  The beard.  The stupid beard.  It’s–

“Hey!” said the man, giving a friendly wave.  “Is this your dog?”

Marcy stepped out onto the porch and slammed the door behind her, locking it.  She saw that the adjacent window was open, so she quickly stepped over and shut it, too.

“He’s cute!” said the newcomer as the dog stood with paws on his thighs, jumping up on him.

Feeling numb, Marcy drew near.  “Uh–No–No, he’s–he belongs to the neighbor.”

“What’s his name?”

“B…Buster…”

“Cute.  He’s cute.”  The man lifted the dog gently and plopped him onto the ground.  “Ahem, ah, are you Marcella Lester?”

“Uh…”  Marcy broke into a cold sweat.  “I’m sorry, have we met?”

He put a hand to his chest, smirking.  “Not formally.  My name is Robert, I host a show on YouTube where I go on fact-finding missions.  Can I ask you some questions?”

Marcy decided that the distance she’d already walked was close enough, and stopped.  “What–What kinds of questions?”

“What’s the stuff in this truck bed?  This yours?”  He tapped Colin’s truck with his foot, nodding towards the grass-stained equipment in the back.

“That’s–That’s Colin’s, he works in landscaping.”

“Really?  That’s cool.  A likely story.  It’s interesting that you’re both at home and not at work at 9AM on a Monday.  Courtesy of the taxpayers, I’m sure.  Will you tell me about your work?”

Marcy’s heart started to pound.  “Uh, mine?”

“Yeah!  Unless you have something to hide about it?”  He leaned in.  “Do you?”

Marcy’s voice squeaked despite her best attempts to not be intimidated.  “Excuse me for one moment I need to go to go I’llberightbackstayrightthere.”

She sprinted back to the porch, jamming her key into the door and whirling back inside.  She did up the deadbolt, then walked over and locked the window and pulled the curtain shut.  “Colin!” she yelled, moving to the living room and locking the windows there.  “Colin!  Teddy!  Help!”

Colin appeared on the stairs in a flash.  Marcy turned back around when she saw he was only in his boxers, hairy chest fully out.  “Woah!” she said, covering her eyes.

“Dammit Marcy, don’t yell like that unless someone is actively attacking you.”  Colin darted back upstairs.  “I’ll be right there.”

Thistle’s face appeared at the top of the stairs, peering over the top step.

“Go hide in the sock drawer,” said Marcy.  “Don’t come out until I come get you.  Don’t look outside.  Don’t come out.  Don’t make a sound.”

He darted away, zigzagging to avoid Teddy’s feet as she came out next.  “What is it?” she said, drawing her robe around herself.

“He’s here,” said Marcy.  “YouTube guy.  Crocodile guy.  Fucking guy.”

Teddy’s eyes boggled.  “Well, tell him to leave!”

“But how?”

“Just go outside and say ‘Please leave!’”

“But what if he gets mad?”

Colin reappeared on the stairs, this time in pants.  “What did he do so far?”

Marcy started to drape the blanket from the couch onto Thistle’s little house and his craft station in the living room, to hide them.  “He just kinda asked me to talk.”

“Well, why don’t you go talk to him?”

“Are you crazy?” said Teddy.  “No, nope. Talking with those kinds of people always backfires.  Just politely tell him to leave.  Ah!”

This last exclamation was prompted by the appearance of the newcomer’s face in the little window at the top of the front door.  Marcy whipped around, suddenly worrying if she’d shouted at Thistle to go hide loudly enough that he could hear.

“Just tell him whatever it takes to get him to go away,” said Colin.  “Go on.”

Marcy bit her lip.  “Uh.  Okay.”

Drawn by the commotion, Mochi was stretching in the entryway when Marcy walked back over.  She picked Mochi up to stop her from darting out, then opened the door a crack.

“Woah, cute cat!” said Robert.  He extended a finger and rubbed Mochi’s head.  Mochi leaned into it, eyes squinting.  Traitor.

“All right,” said Marcy.  “Look, I’m sorry but I’m really busy, I was just on my way to work–”

“It won’t take long.”  Robert put his hands in his pockets.  “I don’t suppose you’ve seen any of my videos?”

“Uh…”

“Well, I’m just putting together a follow-up to an interview I had recently in this area.  It was pretty closeby to where I live, so I figured it could pop over for some fact-finding.”  

“I don’t think I can–”

“Sure you can!”

“But-”

“What exactly do you study at your job?  You work for the government, don’t you?”

Marcy rubbed the back of her head.  “Look, I’m not really comfortable answering that.”

Robert nodded, tongue in his cheek.  “Mm-hmm.  You have an NDA?”

“A–A what?  An ND–No, I don’t have one.  Look, can you, can you please leave?”

“Sure, I’ll be out of your hair fast enough.  Have you seen anything unusual in this area recently?  Have you ever seen–”

“For God’s sake!”  Colin’s shout echoed distantly.  Marcy felt him before she saw him, shoving past Marcy to lean into the doorframe.  “Get off my porch!”

Robert’s hand came from out of his pocket where it had been resting, holding a phone that was already recording. 

Oh of course.  Of course.  Now he starts recording.

“Sir, I’m just asking questions,” said Robert.  “What’s wrong with that?  You don’t think freedom of speech should be–”

“Go speak freely on someone else’s porch,” Marcy snapped.  “Leave me alone.”

“Aha!” said Robert.  “You seeing this?  This government scientist refusing to answer my questions, avoiding the issue, harassing me, threatening me, covering up the truth.  I’m getting this all on film.  You’re being filmed.”

“This is private property,” said Marcy.  “Please leave.  I’m not saying you can’t ask questions, but–”

“I am,” said Colin.  “Get off my property.”

“Call the police then,” said Robert.  “We’ll have a nice discussion with them, I’m sure.”

“If you don’t get off my fucking porch soon you’ll wish I’d called the police instead of what I’m about to do to you,” Colin hissed with shocking venom, getting right up into Robert’s face.

“I got this all on video, you see this?  Threatening me over just looking for the truth.”  He said this with the same amount of bravado, but he’d begun to slowly back down the front steps off the porch. 

Colin grabbed Marcy’s arm and pulled her inside, slamming the door and locking it.  “Jesus Christ,” he said, rubbing his temples.  “What part of ‘tell him to go away’ didn’t you understand?”

“I did!  He didn’t listen!”

“Whatever.”  In the ensuing pause, Robert could be heard talking to his camera, but his voice was gradually getting further away as he presumably moved back towards his van.  That was a relief, at least.

“Sorry,” said Marcy awkwardly.

Colin sighed.  “Okay.  Whatever.  Teddy?”

“Yeah?”  She was still standing at the top of the stairs.  “Didn’t I tell you?”

“You’re right as always, dear.  Is T okay?”

“He hasn’t come out.”

“I’ll go get him,” said Marcy.

Teddy padded down the stairs to stand next to Colin, who was watching out the window through parted blinds.  Marcy paused to peek out the upstairs window; the interloper was sitting in his parked van, still talking to the camera.  Overwhelming, irrationally intense hatred boiled over inside her immediately.  She walked forward and closed that curtain.

She made double sure that her bedroom blinds were closed and closed her door before doing anything.  “Thistle, it’s me, it’s safe to come out.”

When she got no response, she extended a hand and gently rolled her sock drawer open.  Thistle was hard to spot, but there was one particular pile of socks that quivered slightly.  She reached down and touched it gently, and it jumped.  “Are you okay?”

Thistle rose up from under the pile.  His face was splotchy, his cheeks streaked with tears, ugly-crying with snot running down from his nose.  “N-no.”

Marcy gave a tsk and scooped him up.  He balled up in her hand, shaking.  “It’s okay,” she said.  “We got him to leave.”

“Please don’t kick me out,” said Thistle.  He was in the throes of a panic attack like he hadn’t had in a long time, imagining how much easier it would be for Marcy to just open the door and toss him out to face the consequences of his own actions than it would be to try and untangle the mess he’d made.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry–”

“Hey, hey, hey, relax.”  She wiped his cheek with the pad of her thumb.  “I’m not going to kick you out.”

“But-but I–I f–I led a predator back to the nest.”

It suddenly snapped into place for Marcy–Thistle’s seemingly overeager offer to sacrifice himself by leaving, the paranoid hysteria over being kicked out.  It was the same reason he staunchly refused to let any human, even one he trusted, near his family.  Leading a predator back to the nest was one of the worst offenses possible in his mind.  Putting others in danger by being careless was a fatal mistake.  He expected to suffer new consequences on par with not being able to go back to his original home, the exile he’d been enduring, and was waiting for the hammer to drop.

Marcy sat down on the bed with him cupped to her chest.  She did something that she’d discovered often calmed him down once they’d established the requisite level of trust: being careful of his wings, she squished him between her hands, pressing down carefully with enough force to act like a weighted blanket, but not enough to hurt him.  His lithe frame trembled, warm and vibrating against her skin.

She lifted her hand, to see him splayed limply out in her palm, facedown.  She felt a slick spot where his face met her skin.  “Better?”

“I’m sorry,” said his muffled voice.

“We already went over this.  You made a mistake, but we’re not going to let anything bad happen to you because of it.  We’ll deal with this together, okay?”

“Okay.”

She rubbed his shoulder blades with her finger.  “You think we’d kick you out?  Is that what your family would have done?  I know you love your family, but….they sound so cruel.  They would just kick you out of the nest for making a mistake like that?”

Thistle pushed himself up to kneeling.  “You don’t understand.”

“I don’t.  That’s what I’m saying.  Would they really abandon you?  They wouldn’t want you to return?”

Thistle wiped his face.  “Of course they would want me to come back if it was safe.  They love me.  You make them sound so mean.”

“I’m not trying to, I just…”

“It’s different.  It’s different for us.  We have so much we need to be careful of.  It’s not a matter of what you deserve, or what you want…it’s a matter of what you have to do to make sure your family survives.  The world is so much more dangerous for me than it is for you.”

Marcy put him down on her lap.  “Is it really that hard out there for you guys?”

“Marcy,” said Thistle, voice breaking, “do you not remember what I said about the snake monster that ate some of my family?”

“Well, yeah but…”

“If the entire group risked itself for the sake of one individual every time we were in danger, our nest would have been wiped out a long time ago.  We are not humans.  We have a different way of thinking.  We all understand that it is not cruelty.  It is being careful, and if you fail to be careful, you have to put the family’s best interest first at whatever cost to yourself.”

“You make yourself sound so disposable,” said Marcy coldly.

“They would do anything for me, and I would do anything for them.  If any of them were in the same situation, I know they would do the same to keep me safe.  That is what family means for a pixie.”

“And yet you started this by begging me to not do what you think is best for the group.”

Thistle raised himself up to all fours, still facedown.  His arms trembled, and tears rolled down his cheeks.  “I–I–I know it’s selfish, but, but, but, I just can’t–”

Thistle looked up and was shocked to see that Marcy was crying too.  “Well, you’re not with a family of pixies anymore,” Marcy said.  “You’re with a family of humans now, and we don’t need you to do that.  Please be selfish.  Please.  Please.”

Selfish.  It was one of the worst things a pixie could be.  A selfish pixie was what caused hives to be destroyed in one fell swoop.  He still had the image embedded in his mind, of his older brother wrapped in the coils of a snake monster, fighting it with all his might as the rest of the family escaped.  How could a hive even function if its members were selfish?  Thistle had been struggling ever since he got here to have a sense of self outside his hive, his identity as an individual and not part of a group.

Marcy wordlessly tilted his head up to make eye contact.  “I promise we can handle it.”

But that’s right.  He was part of a group.  He wasn’t alone.

“Thank you,” Thistle wept.  “Thank you.  Thank you, Marcy.  I do think I want to go back in the sock drawer now, though.”

She smiled at him sadly.  “Okay.  Whatever will make you feel better before I leave.”

***

Despite Marcy’s reassurances that the guy in the van was gone, Thistle stayed hidden in the sock drawer for the rest of the day, until she came home from work and discovered him there with a sad gasp.  He mostly just wallowed.

He had people in his corner, he had a group, it was true.  But everything was still such a struggle.  All it took was little mistakes here and there to bring on such terror.  He was operating completely in Marcy’s world, one he still didn’t fully understand and had few ways to interact safely with.

He didn’t even miss his phone or talking to Sierra.  He’d been staving off loneliness by supplementing his friendship with Marcy and Teddy and Colin with online socialization, but that had all just turned sour in his mouth.  All he could think of was how disastrous it would be if he ever actually met any of the people he’d been talking to online.  None of them could ever know the simple truth of what kinds of microscopic fingers typed those messages, or just how close he had to stand to the mic when he voice chatted to sound normal-sized.

He thought of Sierra’s pictures of her holding kittens and cats and small bugs, and the way she would certainly gasp with delight upon seeing his real person, and imagined her enormous fist closing around him.  They talked as though they were equals, but if they actually met, she could do whatever she wanted to him and he couldn’t do anything to stop her except ask Marcy for help.

He would never be a person to any of the humans.  It had taken ages to establish any sort of rapport with the three humans that were on his side now, after a period of terrifying uncertainty and danger, and he’d only done that was because he was forced to.  It seemed like an impossible task imagining all the effort it would take to meet anyone else new.  He was just some particularly interesting animal to them, to the other 7,999,997 billion humans he shared the planet with.

And maybe he was just some animal.  Humans didn’t spend all their time worrying about being eaten.  They didn’t hide in a sock drawer all day, powerless to defend themselves.  They didn’t have anxiety about being stepped on or squished or grabbed or avoid meeting new people because they were afraid of being put in a jar.  They didn’t revolve every waking decision around the risk that it would expose them to predators.  They didn’t skitter away reflexively at loud noises or sudden movements.  They didn’t worry about coming home to find that their entire family had been eaten.  They didn’t conduct themselves like a neurotic prey animal, safe from all manner of garden-variety monsters by virtue of their sheer size.  They didn’t have nightmares nearly every night about being tortured and gutted by their friends.

They didn’t have nightmares about being eaten by a snake, which was a nightmare Thistle hadn’t suffered since childhood, but which had resurfaced to come torment him that night.

It was a snake with a human face, which made it even more disturbing when it unhinged its jaw to swallow Thistle.  Thistle scrambled backwards to try and escape, but it felt like he was moving through molasses, his limbs sluggish.  By the time the muscular coils encircled him, squeezing him, his pleas for mercy had already been exhausted.

He woke up crying, relieved that the horrible situation disappeared into the blackness of Marcy’s bedroom.  The feeling of skin pressing in on him remained though, but after a moment he realized it was because Marcy’s hand was on top of him, pinning him to the pillow where he’d fallen when she rolled over.

Even with Thistle having to occasionally wake up and shift positions to avoid being squished as Marcy moved restlessly in her sleep, he still consistently slept better in bed with her than he did alone.  It was the swarming instinct.  He’d never slept alone in the hive, not once since he was born.  They were safe in a group, the more the better.

But he was alone now.  A lone pixie was basically a dead man walking.  They rarely survived for very long after getting separated from their hive.  Despite Marcy’s presence, he still had nightmares.

Thistle shifted under Marcy’s hand, pathetically trying to imagine the warmth radiating from her was coming from fellow pixies sleeping peacefully next to him.  He buried his face in the pillow, squeezing taut fistfulls of the fabric beneath him.

Wait a minute.  He’d just gone over this.  Thistle wasn’t a lone pixie… He was alone as a pixie, but he wasn’t alone.  

For the first time out of all the times he’d had nightmares, it occurred to Thistle that he should wake Marcy up.

He scooted out from under Marcy’s hand, which plopped limply down behind him.  Marcy let out a snoring breath.  Hugging his arms around himself, Thistle wiped his face on the back of his hand, sniffling, and leaned over, shaking her hand.  “Marcy.”

No response.  He raised his voice and shook a bit harder.  “Marcy?”

She jerked slightly, eyes just barely cracking open, voice heavy with sleep.  “Hm?  Mhmmmmwha?  What is it?”

He suddenly felt very silly and self-conscious.  What did he really expect her to do?  “I, um…”

She blinked sleep out of her eyes.  “Is everything okay?”

“I…I had a bad dream.”

She made a sympathetic sound and curled her hand around him.  “I’m sorry.  Do you want to talk about it?”

Thistle leaned into her hand, hiding his face.  “I got eaten by a predator.”

“Oh, sweetheart…”  Marcy gathered him up, curling her fingers around him to form a protective wall.  “That’s not going to happen.”

He hugged his arms around himself and gave a little tremble.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“I–”  His voice cracked.  “I don’t think so…  It’s just…”

“Are you scared of that guy?”

“I’m scared–I’m scared of every guy.  Every human.  They’re–”  He broke eye contact, looking down.  “It’s–it’s stupid.”

“It isn’t stupid.”

“I…I’ll never be able to–to just meet new people like you do.”  That was definitely wholly inadequate to describe his entire train of thought, but it was what he managed to choke out.

Marcy rubbed his hand with her pointer finger.  “Do you want your phone back now?”

He shook his head.  “No.  I…I don’t think I want it back.”

Marcy frowned.  Thistle wiped his eyes again.

Marcy reached over and retrieved Thistle’s device from where it sat charging on the end table.  She held it up to him.  “Unlock it, please.”

He swiped in the passcode unenthusiastically.  Marcy lifted it up and away from him, scrolling and pressing buttons.

She looked at him, then held the phone up.  He sniffled and examined what she was showing him.

It was his DM with Sierra.

Is everything okay?

When you get the chance, can you let me know you’re okay?  I’m starting to get a bit worried about you.

Please don’t ghost me.  I really like talking to you.  I know you’re busy.  I’d just like to know you’re okay.

Do you want to voice call?

Thistle looked down, lip wobbling.  “Marcy, you know I can’t actually be friends with someone like her for real.”

“Why not?  You’re friends with me.”

Thistle squeezed his eyes shut, wrapping his hands around his knees.  “You know why!”

Marcy removed the phone.  “Have you ever voice chatted with her?”

“Once or twice.”

Marcy pressed some buttons, then set the phone down.  To his horror, he saw the phone was ringing.  “You can’t call her!”

But after a few shuffling noises, a woman’s voice crackled out through his phone speaker.  “Hello?  Hey, Thistle?  Can you hear me?”

“Hey, this is Marcy.”

Sierra’s voice ratcheted up with excitement.  “Marcy!  Hi!  Oh my gosh, the famed Marcy!”

Privately, Marcy thought Sierra had the voice of a particular kind of young adult who was very, very annoying, and would leave her out of inside jokes in college.  She tactfully set the thought aside.  “Sierra?”

“Yes!  Thistle’s told me about you!  I’m so happy to finally meet you!”

Thistle had folded himself up on Marcy’s thigh, hiding his face, wings vibrating.  Marcy said, “All good things, I hope.”

“Yes!  Is–is he there?  Is everything okay?”

Marcy slid the phone over to Thistle, putting the mic right next to his head.  He looked up at her with watery eyes, face stretched taut with anguish.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” Thistle choked out.

“Hey!  You sound so upset!  You want to tell me what’s going on?”

“There’s…Everything isn’t okay.”

“Oh no!”

“But Marcy is helping me.”

“I wish I could help.”

“Sierra,” said Marcy, sliding the phone back over.

“Woah,” she said, “for some reason you’re so much louder than he is, can you lean away or something?  Sorry!”

Marcy gave a small smirk and pushed the phone back towards Thistle.  “Sierra, Thistle is upset thinking he has no friends.”

Thistle hid his face, going red, ears pinned to his head.  “M-Marcy.”

“What!” said Sierra.  “I don’t count?”

Thistle started to sob, shoulders wracking.

“So, so Sierra.  Thistle hasn’t sent you any pictures of himself because he thinks you’d treat him differently if you knew what he looked like.”

Thistle let out a choked gasp, absolutely mortified.

“What?!” said Sierra.  “No, of course not!  I–Why would I?  I’m not shallow like that!  You’re my friend!”

Thistle slammed his whole hand down on the end call button.  He looked at Marcy with angry tears in his eyes.  “Marcy, you know she thinks you mean I’m ugly or something!  You know what’s going on here!  It’s pathetic!  I’m pathetic!”  

“You aren’t pathetic.”

“I can’t ever actually meet her,” said Thistle.  “What’s the point?  I have to hide behind a phone and a screen, no one can ever get more than just my voice, and even then I have to stand right next to the mic to make sure they don’t hear that I’m five inches tall!”  Tears streaked down his cheeks.

The call icon lit up again, indicating Sierra was calling again, but he ignored it.  “I can’t ever meet anyone else!  The whole process of meeting you, and Colin and Teddy, it nearly killed me!  I can’t do anything!  I can’t go back to my family, I can’t meet new humans, there aren’t any other pixies around…  I can’t–I can’t go outside and explore–and I’m not the kind of guy who always wants to be leaving the nest–I–I’m okay with staying inside most of the time, but I–it feels so so bad to–to know that no one will ever see me as a person–because even you didn’t at first, and…”

He trailed off as Marcy’s hand made comforting circles on his back.  “Thistle, listen.  Listen to me.”

His ears twitched.

“The way we met, and the way you and Teddy and Colin met.  First of all, that was my fault completely.”

“But–but that’s probably what everyone else would do, too!”

“Listen, let me finish.  I promise you–I promise–you will never have to go through that awful experience again.  You’re braver than when we first met.  You learned how to shout.  You know how to tell others what you need.  You can introduce yourself now.  And you have me to help you.  You can do anything you want to.”

Thistle sniffled.  Marcy had used her fingers to hold his hands, so they were trapped.

“You’ve powered through some extremely scary stuff way, way better than I could have.”

“But–But, but you’re not afraid of anything.”

Thistle was jostled slightly as Marcy laughed.  “Thistle, you haven’t seen me be scared of anything you’re scared of because that stuff isn’t scary for me.  If I were your size, I would be terrified of everything you’ve been dealing with.  I wouldn’t last five minutes.”

“...really?”

“Really.  I did a study abroad in Germany in undergrad, and I didn’t speak a word of German.  On my first day I got lost on the way home, took the wrong bus, and ended up on the other side of the city.  I had to call my host family to come rescue me at like 10PM.  It was one of the scariest things in my life.  And everyone else was the same size as me!  There weren’t monsters prowling around that wanted to eat me!  You’ve gone way further out of your comfort zone than I have.”

Thistle flittered his wings.  “Well, when you put it like that…”

“I know you can handle anything this big wide world can throw at you.”

Thistle blushed, squirming. 

The call icon lit up on the phone again.  Marcy gave him a reassuring pat.  “Now…Do you want to try this again?”

He gave a tearful smile and answered the call.

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Well, here is the stupid thing I was alluding to. It’s mostly a filler chapter, but yeah.

Harley’s Plea for Help, Chapter 3

“Well, that took a while,” a relatively deep female voice smoothly drawled. The plants placed right next to the window pulled away, no longer blocking the pathway inside. The two figures who were perched right outside the windowsill took the invitation and climbed inside, the shorter of the two looking at the woman who had spoken and smiling widely.

“Auntie Ivy!” Marinette happily exclaimed, making the redhead across from her grin back.

“That’s me. It sure is nice to actually see you in person, little Marigold,” she held out her arms for a hug, which Marinette instantly ran in to accept. “Video calls are never quite enough, are they? You’re so tiny! Are you sure you eat alright?”

“Auntie Ivyyyyyy,” Marinette whined, knowing full well that Ivy was just teasing her.

“So, what took you all so long?” Ivy asked Red Hood, even as she kept her arms wrapped around her soon-to-be daughter in law. “Usually you bats are all about getting back on the streets to punch people, we didn’t think you’d be bringing her in at almost one in the morning.”

Hood shrugged, thumbs hooked in his pockets. “Your little garden fairy nearly gave us the slip. Went straight out the back exit instead of doin’ anything showy like we half expected and we almost missed her.”

“I stopped as soon as I noticed who they were, I swear!” Marinette pulled away from Ivy, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t expect Momma to send them to babysit me before our first full day being in Gotham. In hindsight, though, I really should have.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Ivy agreed with a smirk, ruffling Marinette’s hair and making her pigtails go a little crooked. “And I know for a fact that you’ve done some stunts off your balcony back in Paris, so at least I know you can be responsible and hold yourself back from doing the same here. Must get that from me, because we both know it doesn’t come from Harley.”

Marinette and Hood both had to laugh at that. Being responsible was definitely not a trait that Marinette could have inherited from anybody in her family tree, that was for sure.

“Are ya makin’ fun of me in front of my daughter?” the comically scandalized voice announced the arrival of one Harley Quinn, who walked into the room in white onesie pajamas with a poker print on them. All of the “joker” cards were crossed out heavily with red sharpie, and a few of them had black-sharpie devil horns and handlebar mustaches vandalizing them. Marinette even caught one such card with a googly eye on it, the matching eye having fallen off and leaving only a small circle of since-dried hot glue where it used to be. “If you guys are gonna be that way, fine! Ivy dyes her hair!”

“No she doesn’t,” Marinette deadpanned, clearly fighting against a giant grin. The corners of her lips gave her away, they never stopped twitching with repressed mirth. “But you do. I got the pictures to prove—- aah!” Harley tackled her daughter to the ground, attacking her with tickles immediately.

“Take it back! My hair is naturally blond!”

“Yeah, naturally— hahahahaha! Sandy blonde! You— hahaha! Have just as much brown— stop I can’t breathe! hahahaha!— as yellow!”

“Hmph,” Harley finally backed off, crossing her eyes and looking away from Marinette with an exaggerated pout. “How dare you reveal my darkest secret?”

“I was a natural redhead even before I got my powers,” was all Ivy had to say, looking all too amused at this turn of events. “Your original costume completely covered your hair.”

“Don’t worry, Harley,” Red Hood butted in, reminding the three girls that he was still here. His tone suggested that he was definitely smiling under his helmet. “We found out about your hair dye years ago.”

“I just cover up the brown parts! It’s not like I’m changin’ much,” she argued before standing up again. “Thanks for gettin’ my cupcake back safely, little birdie. Oh, that's right! I made cupcakes! Hang on, lemme grab one for your trip back!” with that, she span on her heels and ran back further into the apartment. Marinette dashed over to Hood, immediately shoving him to the window.

“Quick, save yourself! Momma can’t bake for her life!” she whispered urgently. “I’ll say you were called away for an emergency, just hurry!”

“It’s not even a lie, getting away from Harley’s baking is an emergency,” Ivy agreed, waving as the vigilante took their advice and fled. It was only three seconds later that Harley slid back into the room, nearly falling due to the feet of her onesie having pretty much zero friction. Her face immediately fell when she saw that her victim was gone, leaving her standing there with a cupcake that was about twice as much frosting as actual cake, covered in sprinkles like a kid’s craft project that was smothered in glitter. The frosting was also shapeless, just heaped on the cake like a half-melted scoop of ice cream. She sighed in despair.

“There goes my chance of giving a bat diabetes. You guys warned him, didn’t ya?”

They both nodded shamelessly. “We’re not that cruel, Harley,” Ivy defended, getting up from her spot on her cushioned armchair and wrapping an arm around her fiance’s waist before she kissed the top of her head gently. “Hood got our little Marigold back safe and sound, and he’s even started a garden at his apartment. He doesn’t deserve to be poisoned by you.”

“I thought you said he got a single cactus at the flea market last month,” Harley deadpanned, making Ivy shrug.

“Might as well be a garden for him, and it’s something he’s not likely to kill so that’s a plus to me. He’s actually taking really good care of the little baby.”

“Speaking of garden!” Marinette gently took the sad excuse of a pastry away from her mom and sat it down on a side table before ushering both of them over to the living room and onto the sofa. “My garden back home is growing so big, I don’t think I can keep everything much longer. I barely have room to walk on the terrace, with all the vines and leaves and branches. Got any ideas of what I can do?”

“Of course! Do you have pictures, Marigold?”

—*—*—*—*—*

Slipping back through her hotel window at six in the morning was risky, since it involved climbing the wall and hoping nobody saw, but her classmates were so unpredictable that it was the only way she could be sure nobody would find out that she had violated curfew and snuck out. Of course, having Red Robin waiting outside her mom’s apartment’s terrace to escort her back helped. At least she knew that no street cams would record her comings or goings, and his grappling hook made the whole scale-the-hotel-wall business much more efficient.

Once she was inside, she sighed happily. “Thanks, now—“ her apology was cut off as Red Robin held up a finger to tell her to wait.

“Hold that thought, be right back. Don’t move.”

Thinking, rightfully, that something was wrong, Marinette obeyed. She watched Red Robin leap off of her hotel balcony and disappear into the streets. Immediately, she began a search to make sure her room had been left untampered— everything important had been packed in the backpack that she had taken to her mom’s place, but still. Could never be too careful. By the time she finished checking for bugs or any signs of snooping, Red Robin landed back on her balcony.

“Here we go.”

Turning to face him, Marinette opened her mouth to ask what the problem had been— only to tear up a little and walk over to the vigilante.

“Oh, my hero. Truly, my one and only savior. Knight in shining red Kevlar. I’m running on two hours of sleep and you have read my mind!” The pigtailed drama queen eagerly took the coffee that he offered her, and he sipped from a larger cup that looked like he had grabbed it from the same place. Marinette almost instantly sighed in gratitude when the hot drink lightly scalded her tongue. This. This was the elixir of life.

To his credit, Red Robin was able to restrain himself to merely an amused smirk. Probably because he was running on just as little sleep as she was. “Sorry it’s only a small, I figured it was best to have something you could finish quickly and easily hide the evidence for. If you need more caffeine, I happen to know that Wayne Enterprises has a very good coffee shop in their main hall. You’ll be touring there today, right?” He asked, taking another sip as he waited for the answer that he already knew.

Marinette nodded absently, drinking in the euphoria of her coffee as she tried to both savor it yet finish it as quickly as safely possible. When she came up for air, she said; “Yeah, that’s right. We’re touring Wayne Enterprises for most of the day, having lunch there, and leaving for dinner after the tour. Then we have a visit to the Gotham Museum of Fine Art, and we’ll stay there until about eight-thirty before heading back to the hotel.”

Red Robin nodded, then turned and looked out the window at the slowly rising sun. Sunrise was always a bit later in Gotham, partly because of the abundance of high-rises and partly because of the thick cloud cover and ever-present fog on the edges of the city making everything seem darker than it should have been. He had to be at work soon himself, which is why he had been chosen to escort her to the hotel in the first place, but that meant that he had to be heading off.

“Alright. We arranged for a bodyguard we trust to keep an eye on your class during the WE tour, but he doesn't know who you are or that we’re the ones who asked. We’re still in the process of arranging someone to shadow you after the tour, but we’ll tell you about that once it’s solidified. Until then, follow the usual self-defense procedures if you suspect anyone of following you. You have the panic button we gave you?”

Marinette nodded, gulping down the last of her coffee and carefully putting it in her room’s tiny trash can. “Got it. Thanks, again. Seriously,” she met his eyes— or, probably did since they were hidden behind that weird white film that the whole Batfam had covering the eyeholes of their masks. “I mean it. For listening to me, for listening to Mom. It means a lot. I’ll keep the panic button on me, and I’ll use it if I think I can’t handle a situation on my own. I’ll cooperate with the people you get to watch over the class, and I’ll do my best to not get into any trouble. No promises, but I’ll do my best,” she maintained eye contact until Red Robin nodded, hiding his expression behind his coffee cup. After a second, he cleared his throat.

“Well then. We’ll contact you once we have anything to say about your intel. Until then, I gotta go. And by the way?”

Marinette tilted her head curiously as Red Robin paused for just a moment on her balcony railing, aiming a smirk back at her. “Yeah?”

“Welcome to Gotham.”

And if she couldn’t help but smile widely as he grappled off into the fog-veiled sunrise? Well, only she had to know. She wasted no time closing and locking the glass balcony door, and pulling the curtains over it completely. Once that was done, she couldn’t help but do a little shimmy of Joy. She was caffeinated, she met Auntie Ivy in person for the first time, she got to sleep next to her momma— and she was in Gotham! Technically her hometown— or town she was conceived in? Didn’t matter. Point was, even with the chaos and dark energy clouding the very air, she couldn’t help but feel like she belonged in that city. Like that was where she was always meant to end up, where she could thrive and the environment that she was made to thrive in. The environment that she was born to start fixing.

She beamed at herself in her bathroom mirror as she gave herself one more once-over. Yeah, so far her visit to Gotham was going much better than she could have hoped. Now, she just had to make sure it stayed that way.

Three businesslike raps sounded against the door to her room, just in time for Marinette to feed Tikki one more cookie and straighten her purse on her shoulder. Madame Mendelieve’s voice called out from the other side of the door in her usual no-nonsense bark;

“Dupain-Cheng! Room check! It’s time to get up, we’re meeting down in the lobby in ten minutes.”

Marinette ran up to the door, not quite able to contain her energy, and swung it open with her trademark large, beaming smile.

“Way ahead of you, Madame Mendelieve!”

Her science teacher blinked, adjusting her glasses on her nose as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

“Ah. You’re already awake and ready?”

Marinette giggled and nodded. “Yup! I was so excited for the tour that I could barely sleep! Does the hotel breakfast include free coffee?”

—*—*—*—*—*

The hotel breakfast did, in fact, include coffee. What it did not include, however, was free coffee that Marinette could reasonably stomach. Especially after the heaven in a cup that Red Robin had gotten for her earlier, the watered down motor oil in the hotel lobby had been unbearable. She had barely managed two sips before regretfully throwing the rest away. Which is what brought her to stand in line at the very same coffee shop that Red Robin had mentioned was in the main hall of Wayne Enterprises, as the rest of her class mingled and waited for their teachers to check their tour group in and their tour guide to arrive.

“Hmm. Sorry, this is my first time ordering here,” she apologized when she reached the counter, gaining a slight lopsided grin from the barista at the register. “Um, I usually like strong coffee, with a lot of caffeine, but I also like something sweet. I don’t need anything too complicated though, do you have any recommendations?”

The barista gave her a customer service smile that seemed just a tad softer at the edges than usual. “Sure! So, we can add an extra shot or two of espresso to any of our drinks, to make it stronger and give it an extra kick. If you’re looking for good sweet flavors, the classics are our white chocolate or caramel. But we also have a seasonal syrup right now that I personally love, which is our cinnamon butterscotch. Did you wanna try that?”

Marinette smiled widely. “That sounds delicious! Then, if I could have your largest size café latte, hot, with… two extra shots and that syrup? Does that sound good?”

The barista actually let loose a soft laugh, already keying in the order. “If you’re a coffee lover and a sweet tooth at the same time, then you’ll love it. If not, come back during your tour’s lunch break and I’ll make you something else.”

Marinette made a little more small talk as she handed over the proper cash for the order, and grabbed her drink after just another minute’s wait. She turned around, taking a sip of the unsurprisingly heavenly coffee and started off to join her class.

Only to realize none of them were where she had left them. She sighed, starting to reach into her purse to see if anyone had texted her about where they were going, but a heavy presence stopped her. She could feel him approaching from in front of her, slightly to her right, but she couldn’t hear him at all. On guard, she straightened up and turned to observe the potential threat.

A security guard. Marinette blinked, running over what she had been told earlier that morning. Was he..?

He seemed to notice her instinctually defensive posture because he raised his hands to show he meant no harm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to catch you off guard,” he apologized. “I’m the guard that was assigned to your tour group. I offered to stay behind until you got your coffee while the rest of your group went ahead and got the run-down on all the boring rules and whatnot of the tour. Figured you’d already know everything they had to say anyway, you’re the class president right?”

Marinette relaxed her posture, nodding and sending the man a relieved smile. “Yeah, that’s right. Well, that explains why they left without me then. Usually Madame Mendelieve is strict about following rules though, how’d you convince her to go on without me?”

The man chuckled, jerking his head to show that she should follow him as he began to lead the way to a side door. Marinette kept her guard up just in case, but wasn’t too worried. If nothing else, she was still in the middle of a super crowded building and the other security guards around didn’t seem concerned. She could easily yell for help if she needed to.

“Well, can’t you tell it was my devilish charm?” He teased, grinning. He waited until she rolled her eyes to continue; “but really, I’m like a second tour guide. She made me show a lotta proof that I’m actually assigned to you guys and not just faking it, not that I can blame her. Eventually she saw the logic in my suggestion and agreed. See, there they are,” he pointed casually ahead of them in the large side hallway they had entered. Sure enough, near the end of the hallway was her class at what looked to be the tail-end of a standard rules-and-guidelines speech from the tour guide. “By the way,” the guard spoke up again, holding his hand out. “My name’s Jason. You’ll be seeing me more often, since I’m supposed to guard you guys for all of your visits to the Tower. Call me if you need help with anything, ‘kay kid?”

Marinette grinned, now positive that this guy really was the guard that Red Robin had said was assigned to her class. She switched the hand she was holding her coffee in so that she could properly grab Jason’s hand for a shake.

“Got it, Monsieur Jason. Let’s both hope I don’t end up needing your help though, I think that would be easier on both of us,” she joked, earning a chuckle from the large man. And— yeah, now that she was relaxed, he really was big, wasn’t he? Then again, Marinette didn’t always realize when people were a bit larger or more buff than they should be. Living with her dad had seriously skewed her perception of the normal size of an adult male (which, she learned when she was seven, most definitely was not almost seven feet tall and muscled enough to make a pro wrestler jealous). But she would like to think she had gotten better in that aspect, and Jason was definitely a big guy. A little over six feet tall, she thought, and though the guard outfit hid a good portion of his physique, she could tell he carried enough muscle to do serious damage if he wanted to.

With a wave, she left him to join her class and sipped at her latte. She had figured that the Bat Clan’s criteria for civilians that they would put to guard her class had to be high, but now she had to wonder just how high. Most police officers or security guards were fit, sure, but not like Jason. Casting a quick glance back at him, she confirmed that he had quite a few faded but visible scars. Again, more than your average officer even for Gotham. Who had they tasked with her class’ safety, exactly?

An elbow in her side distracted her from her thoughts, forcing her to blink and stop her cup from going back to her lips. The grin of none other than Adrien Agreste greeted her when she snapped out of her own head long enough to pay attention to her surroundings. He jerked his head to indicate that the class was already starting to move off.

“Come on, Mari or you’ll get left behind again,” he teased. She grinned back at him, rolling her eyes but falling into step beside him as they followed at the back of their class. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were gonna marry that coffee. You haven’t zoned out that badly in years,” his tone was light and cheery, but Marinette didn’t miss the concern in his emerald eyes. She sighed, gently bumping her shoulders against his in silent reassurance.

“I’m fine. Just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all. But this really is good coffee. Elixir of the gods,” then, just to provoke him, she took a giant gulp of the still steaming hot drink. Adrien grimaced in pained sympathy even though Marinette didn’t seem affected at all.

“Oww, Marineeeeeeeeeette,” he whined. “Don’t do that, my throat hurts just watching you guzzle hot coffee like that,” he complained, rubbing at his neck to make his point clear.

“Wimp,” she teased, unrepentant. Adrien just groaned dramatically.

“I’m not a wimp, you’re just concerningly used to burning your throat from the inside out,” he accused. “Anyway, how’d it go?” He was being deliberately vague, but it was obvious to her what he meant. He was only one she had told about visiting her mom, after all, just in case she needed a quick getaway.

In fact, he was the only one of her friends that she had even told about her biological parents. Alix knew too, but only because of time shenanigans. Marinette was fine with it now, but still.

“It went great,” she smiled widely at him, keeping her voice low but casual. “If I have a chance, I’ll introduce you sometime during the trip. I have a feeling you’ll love Auntie Selina, but I have to meet her first. All I have so far are stories.”

“Fair enough,” Adrien agreed easily. “But you don’t have to, you know that right? I’d love to meet your family, but I’m also fine just being your pseudo-brother like I have been up until now. I know it might be a bit… uncomfortable, for you.”

“Nah,” Marinette shrugged. “Nerve wracking, maybe. But that’s also about half the things that I do in my life period, anxiety is no joke. I’ll catastrophize for a while, but I know you’ll love them and they’ll love you.”

“Sounds like they have paw-some taste,” he didn’t even miss a beat with his puns, earning a playful glare for his efforts.

“Never mind. You’re a heathen. Disowned. Who are you?”

“Mariiiiii,” he whined, causing them both to laugh for a while before focusing on the tour.

So far, so good, Marinette thought.

—*—*—*—*—*

Part 1 Part 2

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More Tobi please !!! It’s so good 😫🙌 I love ur writing so much 😊

I'm running out of Tobi gifs you guys (Part 2 here!)

Warnings: Language, suggestive themes, submissive reader

"Yay! It must be Tobi's lucky day!" Tobi exclaimed as he threw down his cards—his winning cards.

You paled.

This generally wouldn't be such a problem.

Sure, Tobi was suspiciously good at Poker when he needed to be, but you never minded when he beat you by a landslide and proceeded to gloat until one of the other Akatsuki members had to shut him up.

Although, since you didn't really want to wager money on the game -your savings had been dwindling recently and you jumped at any opportunity to save some extra Ryo- you and Tobi decided to instead, make a bet.

If you won, Tobi would be at your beck and call for 24 hours; if Tobi won, you would be at his beck and call for 24 hours.

You knew such a bet could go either horribly wrong or horribly right.

However, you hadn't really let the implications of being at Tobi's beck and call hit you until you saw that winning hand.

Tobi was completely unpredictable and a known troublemaker.

He was always 'innocently' finding ways to insult people or taunt them. You were fairly sure he had some weird sadistic hobby to see how far he could bend people before they reacted violently.

You and Tobi had meshed so well in the organization because you were extremely patient and always reacted positively to Tobi's teasing and jabs.

After a while, Tobi seemed to realize that his taunting and teasing wouldn't make you upset, so he claimed you as his "best friend" and took to following you around in his freetime, you being the only one who could handle his overbearing and deliberately annoying nature.

Tobi loved to cause trouble and make fun of people. Despite his 'innocent' nature, you knew his humor was a little twisted at best.

What the hell did I get myself into?

Tobi was giggling like madman at your expression, a hand raised to where his mouth would be to ineffectively muffle his snickers.

"Y/N-Chan's time starts now! She has to be Tobi's maid for a whole day!" Tobi cheered, throwing his arms up into the air.

You blinked.

Maid?

Fuck.

"M-Maid?" You asked, already knowing that no matter what he responded with you were screwed.

Tobi giggled a bit more, "Yep! Tobi's even got Y/N-Chan a cute little outfit to wear while she does everything Tobi desires~" Tobi explained, his amusement coming off him in waves.

Maid? 'Cute little Outfit'? Tobi's desires!? God, help me.

You sighed, "Very well, Tobi."

"Actually, Y/N-Chan...there's something else Tobi would like you to call him~"

::

Here you are, dressed in a maid outfit.

A frilly black and white choker secured around your neck and your hair down, your top doing nothing to hide your cleavage, and your skirt giving you about two inches of leeway.

If you so much as bent over, your panties would be revealed to anyone in the vicinity. To top it all off, you had a white waist apron with little frills on the ends.

It covered even less than your skirt.

Kami, where did I go wrong? What did I do to deserve this?

Your internal lamenting is brought to halt as you hear Tobi cooing at you.

"Y/N-Chan~ you look so nice, all dressed up for Tobi like this~" He put his gloved hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him as he continued to inspect your form.

You swallowed, "Thank you, Tobi~Sama." You said softly, as he had requested you call him.

You blushed in embarrassment as you said it, unintentionally making yourself look even cuter as you looked up at him through your lashes, hoping he wouldn't make fun of you.

Tobi was unusually silent as he stared at your inadvertently coy expression. His hands still on your hips, and his expression unreadable through his mask.

After a moment, he started giggling.

"Y/N-Chan is such a good little maid for Tobi~ Tobi has a feeling he's going to enjoy this very much~" Tobi purred as he brought his arms up to wrap around your waist and buried his masked face into your neck; his body snuggling into yours in the process.

You gulped as his warm body encased yours.

Is it just me or is it a little hot in here?

You would have tugged on your collar if you had one.

Tobi pulled away from the embrace with excitement as he grabbed your hand.

"Alright Y/N-Chan, you're going to make some for lunch for your master, and then we're going to play a game~" Tobi said brightly, a teasing tone slipping through his usual beaming attitude.

Something about the way Tobi said "game" raised some flags, but you complied nonetheless.

You certainly didn't want to give Tobi a reason to punish you, as he had warned.

You shuttered at the implications.

He didn't mention or signal any sort of sexual things happening, but you could never be too careful. This entire situation was more than a little suspicious.

He's already made it clear he's got a pervy side, if the outfit was anything to go by.

You sighed lowly as Tobi's hand slipped from yours and he wandered off to wait in the living area of the base while you prepared him something to eat.

"It's too bad Tobi has his mask, or he would love to have Y/N~Chan feed him~" Tobi sighed wistfully as he walked off.

Clearly talking to himself, but you were sure he meant for you to hear.

You blushed at the thought, shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts as you continued on your way to the Akatsuki base's kitchen.

After you finally washed your hands and got to actually making something for Tobi, you ran into a little roadblock.

You had no idea what kind of food Tobi liked, or even if he had any allergies. He rarely ever ate around you, and when he did you tried not to stare at him too much and respect his privacy.

(Even though you were definitely curious as to what lied underneath his infamous orange mask.)

Even if you had paid attention, you doubt you would have caught much anyway.

Tobi is very sneaky when it comes to keeping his face hidden, and his food is off the plate and in his mouth faster than anyone can even tell what he was eating.

"He's so annoying all the time, yeah! The least he could do is let me catch a glimpse of his damn mug for once, un!"

You smirked as you recalled Deidara's ranting.

Remembering your situation, your smirk slipped away as you considered your options.

You could take a stab in the dark and make something that Tobi may or may not like, or you could go back out and ask Tobi what he wanted.

Neither were very good options.

If you took a wild guess then you would risk Tobi either not liking what you made or having an allergic reaction to it.

The last thing you wanted was to make Tobi sick or unhappy, but going back out to ask posed its own risks.

If you went out into the living room to ask Tobi what he wanted to eat then there was a good chance one of the other members would see you.

Then, they would ask questions.

You knew that Tobi wouldn't hesitate to embarrass you and go into great detail about how you were his cute little maid who would do anything to "satisfy" him.

Your face heated up in embarrassment just thinking about it.

You sighed, biting your lip as you ran through the pros and cons in your head.

You wilted after a moment, your morality winning the internal battle.

Discarding your dignity, and swallowing the last of your pride, you turned around to exit the kitchen and go find Tobi.

::

"But D-Deidara-Senpai! Tobi's not lying! He swears!" Tobi exclaimed, waving his hands around wildly as if that helped his case.

"Tch. Sure Tobi, un. You really expect me to believe that you got Y/N to be your maid?" Deidara scoffed.

It was then that you peaked from the hallway. Calling Tobi's name and desperately hoping that he was alone.

"Ah! Y/N-Chan! Impeccable Timing~!" Tobi said happily, Deidara snapping his head over towards you to see if Tobi really wasn't lying.

Uh oh.

Your face flamed as you tried to retreat back into the hallway, Tobi one step ahead of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the living area for Deidara to see.

Deidara's eyes widened as he looked over your form, clad in a skimpy maid outfit complete with the lacy little headdress on top.

Deidara slowly but surely flushed, before turning to Tobi.

"I want in." Deidara said earnestly.

Your face flamed and you literally wanted to die in a hole of pitiful embarrassment.

Completely appalled, Tobi gasped quite dramatically at Deidara's words and pulled you close, as if protecting you. "Deidara-Senpai! You can't! Y/N-Chan is Tobi's maid! And Tobi doesn't think you would appreciate her like Tobi does!" Tobi said indignantly as he snuggled into your chest.

Good lord, you felt like your face was permanently pink today. From all this excitement you had nearly forgotten what you came out to ask-

"What?! Tobi! You can't keep her all to yourself like this! You're being selfish!" Deidara yelled.

"Nuh-uh senpai! Tobi won Y/N-Chan's free will fair and square! And why would Tobi share? This way she's all mine~" Tobi exclaimed, trailing off into a creepy giggle at the end.

It's like they're two kids fighting over a new toy... You sighed.

You blushed when you realized that you were the toy.

Before Deidara could fire back or you could finally ask what the hell Tobi wanted to eat, something awful happened.

Hidan walked in.

It took him five seconds to skim his eyes over your form, Tobi's face pressed into your chest and Deidara blushing... and burst into laughter.

"Pfft Hahahaha, what the hell kind of kinky shit is going on in here?" Hidan howled, bent over and holding his stomach from laughter.

Tobi hurriedly let go of you and turned around, putting his arms in front of you as if to hide you. "Nothing Hidan-Senpai! Y-You don't have all the information!" Tobi exclaimed, his slightly shaky voice not convincing anyone.

"Tch. Tobi got Y/N to be his maid, and he's keeping this opportunity all to himself!" Deidara scoffed, crossing his arms indignantly.

Interest piqued, Hidan walked over to you, promptly pushing Tobi out of the way and grabbing your jaw.

"His maid, huh? And just how'd he manage that...?" Hidan said, his voice quieter and more husky since he was so close to your face.

You tried to repress the shiver that threatened to crawl down your spine...Hidan had always creeped you out.

Before you could stutter out a response, you felt a stinging on your ass.

Oh my-

He pinched my ass!

You squeaked involuntarily and pushed Hidan off you, Deidara starting to fume as he realized what happened.

"Hey man! Don't touch her like that, un!" He exclaimed, though he probably wanted to do the same thing.

"Hidan!" Tobi gasped, rushing over to pick you up bridal style and cradle you in his arms.

"No one is allowed to touch Y/N-Chan like that! She is Tobi's!" He exclaimed, and you would have been happy for his defense if he didn't keep referring to you as 'his'.

Deidara and Hidan were now straight up fighting, Tobi's yelling falling on deaf ears.

The lewd things Deidara and Hidan were saying about you as they fought had you desperately hiding your burning face in Tobi's chest.

Tobi pet your hair in a soothing manner before running off, with you still in his arms.

"It's too dangerous out here with all the other members! Y/N-Chan will just have to serve Tobi in his room! Alone~"

Lunch completely forgotten, you worried for what was to come as Tobi carried you off, Deidara and Hidan still wrestling on the floor.

It was then that Kisame and Itachi walked in, just in time to hear Tobi's exclamation as they saw you being carried off by Tobi while Deidara and Hidan were rolling around the floor and pulling at each other's hair.

[refriedweeb]

PUT YOUR LIPS ON MY SKIN ( HAWKS + READER 18+)

A/N: heyyoo! refriedweeb here again with another request from @alexandria-selina and has elements of jealous hawks with his wings (from that tiktok head canon of them puffing out you know what I mean) and this post from @keiqos !

Prompt: “A jealous Hawks where his s/o gets hit on by another pro and she's blushing. She's just being shy but Hawks takes it as she likes it. Instead of getting into a fight with the pro, he shows his s/o why she shouldn't look at anyone else.”

Tags/Warnings: smut, overstimulation, jealousy, mirror fucking, spit, a lil bit of blood, rutting, feral, aftercare, kink, jealous, dirty talk.

Word count: 5,080

Keigo Takami hated hero events. He hated having to wear the Hawks persona day in and day out, especially when it came to being surrounded by his fellow pro heroes. Now, don’t get the guy wrong, he did enjoy what he did for a career despite any behaviors he had to unlearn from the hero commission themselves. He wanted to save people, he wanted to make the world a better and safer place. He just hated all the bullshit politics that came with it. They were heroes, hell. It wasn’t about making best friends and going to fancy events when there was always going to people out there that needed them while they clinked glasses of overpriced champagne.

Though, one thing Keigo didn’t think he minded that much was seeing you dolled up in a dress that led his mind to sinful, dark places. You and Keigo had only recently started dating, after months of him slowly starting to open up to you about the shit that he’d gone through, how he’d really felt about the commission once he’d gotten the sense that he could trust you. It’d been a struggle to call yourselves an item, but now that you could, Keigo felt what he could only assume was peace inside of a darkened and traumatized heart. There was also another emotion that was stirring in him that had nothing to do with peace, and all of those awful things that he wanted to do to your body. None that he would apologize for, of course.

It wasn’t his fault that the commission had decided to host a little event when he was in the peak of his rut season.

And oh, was Keigo in trouble. You’d recently started wearing a new perfume that had driven him up a wall the moment he’d caught the scent on you at the beginning of his mating season. It wasn’t sickly sweet, but sweet enough, and mixed perfectly with your natural pheromones to create a musk that drove his cock to twitch every time you shook some hair over your shoulder, stretched, fucking just breathed. He’d been unable to keep his hands off you for the majority of the weeks that had past, except as of late. You’d told him to keep his filthy paws to himself leading up to the event, not wanting to be bruised or love bit to all hell because Keigo couldn’t control himself. The way that he saw it, the dress you’d picked for the night was to torment him on purpose. Deep red velvet that matched his wings, settling over the curve of your hips, the flow of your waist.

You’d made him promise to be on his best behavior for the night, not wanting any trouble or any media to get wildly stories about what your relationship was really about. But damn, if the moment you were alone with him, he was going to tear that dress to shreds with what little talons he had in place of regular nails. You, on the other hand, your body had been spent. Keigo was insatiable on a good day, but ever since the rut season had started, it’d been exceptionally so. Not that you could complain, your body was sore in a much different, more appreciative way than you felt with sparring.

And yes, you had chosen the red velvet dress on purpose. It was your goal of the night to drive Keigo as out of his mind as possible. You couldn’t read him quite as well yet, your relationship still relatively new, and Keigo working through an entire lifetime of walls to protect his emotional security from the hero commission. His expression was a blank one, but when you locked eyes with him, Keigo gave you the smallest eyebrow raise as he looked you up and down. A silent stamp approval that had heat blossoming up your neck. He wanted to make that perfume you were wearing mixed with his own, he wanted to make sure that anyone who got a whiff of your scent knew who you belonged to. He wasn’t a fan of sharing by any means.

The night carried on, speeches given by the leaders of the commission (which you’d always found yourself by Keigo’s side much to his comfort), Endeavor’s speech, All Night’s retirement speech, and so on and so on. There’s been a light array of snacks while the pros mingled, finding yourself talking to Shinya Kamihara, otherwise known to the world as Edgeshot. It wasn’t very often you got to mingle with the top ten pros, your rank in the high teens, so you found yourself shy. Not quite sure how to handle yourself around such class, experiences, and amazing heroes. You were sure the blush on your cheeks, your neck, was visible from outer space. Shinya was a gentleman, he complimented you on your quirk, your work, and the little bit of history you’d talked to him about on why you had made your choice to become a hero. From your point of view, it was a harmless conversation that was borderline on friendly as you got to know the fellow hero, but from a certain outside perspective it was something a little more.

Keigo wasn’t paying attention to any of the conversation going on around him, his eyes were focused on you. The way you tipped your head back as you laughed, sending another ripple effect of your smell through the air. Was that bastard Edgeshot trying to move in on you? Did he really think he had a chance? He swallowed the jealousy in his throat, though his avian side had a mind of its own on this. His wings, proud and defensive, puffed out. This caused a stir of the other heroes around him, asking if there was something they missed that he’d alerted to. Keigo laughed, the same charismatic Hawks as always, saying they just needed a stretch. He crossed his arms, fidgeting with one of his cuff links. Keigo, jealous? Haha. HAHAHAHA...ha? His eyes were narrowed into slits as he watched you pat Edgeshot on the shoulder, leaning in to kiss his cheek before the other hero moved away.

His instinct was to claim you right then and there. To rub his scent all over you and yours on his so that no one else would mistake you as open. But...that’d certainly cause a scene and that was something he promised he wouldn’t do that night. So, Keigo bit back on his instinct, unclenched his jaw, and behaved for the rest of the night. Anything that came after that was entirely out of his control. You’d floated around to him throughout the night, not doing much outside of brushing hands together, a chaste smile shared between you. This was your first real hero event ever since you broke into the teens of your career, and it was one you wanted to soak in. Keigo knew this, and didn’t want to spoil it for you despite his own feelings on the event. 

Keigo’s mood, his want, took a turn for the worse when it came to someone actually flirting with you. You, not experienced enough with the personalities of some of these heroes to realize what was happening. It wasn’t Edgeshot this time, no. Now...it was Ryo Inui, better known as Hound Dog. And he was like Keigo in a way that he wanted to mark whatever it was that he wanted. Ryo put his hand on the small of your back, where Keigo’s hand was supposed to go. He laughed when you laughed, leaning in close to you as like there was some desperate secret he needed to share with your ears only. Ryo was flirting with his girlfriend and was being so bold about it. No, nope. That would not do for him. His wings fanned out again, this time catching the attention of several people around him, you and Ryo included. Your mouth dropped open in awe at the sight, though when you caught Keigo’s eyes to see his pupils narrowed into slits, something like a firework set off in your belly. 

That fucking mutt dared to spoil that perfume that sent him into a frenzy with his dog-like scent? That wasn’t something that Keigo could stand for in the slightest. That scent was you. It was the scent he had been planning on burying his own in.

The two of you left the event shortly after.

On the ride back to Keigo’s place, the car was silent. Not a word was spoken between the two of you, though it was full of tension in a way where if you breathed, you felt that you could choke on it. He drove fast, shifting gear after gear with aggression that made you wish it was your neck he gripped so hard. As you sat in the passenger seat,  you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together to feel some of that much desired tension between your legs. This didn’t go unnoticed by Keigo, and he hissed. 

Still, the two of you didn’t exchange words until you were behind the privacy of his front door. And even then, you spoke first. “Everything okay, Keigo?”

His pupils were still zeroed in on you, as he stalked towards you, every bit the predator bird that he was. And fuck, if it didn’t make you want to melt into a puddle at his feet. You walked backwards, careful not to trip over the towering heels you were in. His body was hot, flush against yours though he refused to touch you. Keigo wanted to take his time with this, with devouring you. You’d rubbed it in his face how much the rest of the heroes wanted you, being the little flirt that you were. There was no need for him to rush into anything, the way Keigo saw it. “Oh, everything’s fine.” He commented, tone dark. “I could handle that nimrod Edgeshot eyeing you up like some desert, sure. I behaved,” Keigo tipped his head to the side as he shrugged. He’d managed to walk you back into the bedroom you’d been sharing recently. 

“What are you talking about? Edgeshot was just being friendly!”

Keigo’s chuckle was cynical, but it turned the silk of your bundle into a pearl with how quickly it excited you. “He wanted to tear this dress of you just as much as I do.” How he was. “But then you had to go and be a little tease, didn’t you?” Keigo was watching you like a hawk would watch a mouse just before it clutched it in its’ talons. “Had to let Ryo rub himself on you like the mutt he is. In the middle of my rutting season.” Your back bumped up against the floor length mirror behind you as Keigo gripped your jaw, the sharp curve of what would have been talons biting into the skin there. “All I can smell on you is him.”

He clucked his tongue. Sharp, narrowed eyes lowered over your skin and back up. You were breathless and Keigo hadn’t even touched you yet. “That just won’t do, now will it, (Y/N)?”

“K-Keigo, I don’t know what you’re-”

A soft cry of pain rose from the back of your throat as his version of talons sank into your skin, enough to draw a little bit of blood. This was Keigo in his rutting form times a million, a possessive version of him you’d never seen before. Part of you was scared, but the larger part of you was excited. He wanted to claim you. He wanted to make you more than just his. 

“I asked if that would do, (Y/N)?”

Unable to speak with how tightly Keigo gripped your jaw, you simply shook your head from side to side. No, it wouldn’t do. That crooked smirk brushed over Keigo’s lips, and you wanted to taste him so bad. Taste the anger on his tongue, feel the fury in the rows of his teeth. Keigo was pissed, more than anything, that someone had tried to erase his claim on you. So, the only way to make sure that never happened again was to mold the scent of you with his. “That’s a good little slut.” Keigo released his hand from your jaw, the faint tickle of blood that ran down your jaw sending a shiver down your spine.

Keigo turned surprisingly gentle as he turned you around, as he pressed your hands up against the curve of the mirror that you were facing. “I’m going to make you watch me claim you. Fuck you and fill you until there’s no fucking mistaking who you belong to.” His hands dug into the back of your skin, and you winced. “You keep these hands right here, and if you don’t, there’ll be problems. Do you understand, little bird?”

“Yes, Keigo.”

His devilishly wicked smile returned. And so did the greed in his hands. Keigo took his time groping you, the swell of your breasts full in his hands. The winding curves of your waist and hips. Down the silken road of the dress that he swore he’d destroy. He wasn’t soft, gentle. Keigo was at his brink already, but he wanted to take his time with torturing you for being such a teasing little whore. His hands gripped the sides of your thighs, plunged through the velvet fabric so that lines of red were exposed in the slits he left behind. A soft moan escaped you at the sensation of talons digging through your skin, and he watched your expression in the mirror’s reflection as he did it over your backside. “Do you like that, whore?” he whispered in your ear. “When I leave my mark on you? When all you can feel is me?”

“Yes, fuck,” you breathed in response. He buried his face in the juncture of your neck and collarbone, taking a deep breath in that still smelled like mutt, fueling his need to erase that smell completely. His kisses were wet, sloppy, tongue traced over the length of your collarbone, of your neck. A soft sigh escaped you, your grip on the perimeter of the mirror growing tighter as the need to touch Keigo grew. His teeth sank into the soft spot of your neck, your head falling back on his shoulder as he suckled the skin there, a patch of pink blossoming against the skin there that would eventually bruise. The assault against your neck and your shoulders didn’t stop there, either. He ran his nose along the length of your shoulders, leaving trails of wet, angry patches from where he’d bit and pulled at your skin. There wasn’t a single ounce of Keigo that was kidding when he said he was going to erase every trace of anyone on your body but him. His cock was hard, and it would have been so easy to just bury himself inside the soft warmth of your cunt, and god how he ached to.

But the best things came to those that waited.

While his tongue and mouth worked at your neck and shoulders, his fingers played with your breasts, groping and pulling at the skin there with reckless abandon. Fingers pinched at your nipples, sharpened nails ghosted across the tender flesh there. You shuddered, shifted where you stood as you ground against his hips, feeling the thick length of him there. Keigo had barely even touched you, but you could feel the pool of warmth between your thighs only growing wetter. “Keigo,” you mewled. 

“Hmm?” his breath came hot against the ear he had been nibbling on, and your knees knocked together. 

“Touch me,” you pleaded.

“Touch you where?” His tone sounded positively bored, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger that caused you to squeal.

“My pussy,” you caught sight of your own desperate expression in the mirror, all while Keigo looked like a predator playing with his food. And in that moment, you realized this was exactly what it was. Keigo was toying with you before he sent you to the next level of existence. Your legs quivered.  “Play with me.”

“Have you been a good little bird?” He asked.

“Yes.”

His hum seemed to be a satisfied answer, because his hands left your breasts, finding a new home at the back of your dress. But rather than go for the zipper, Keigo simply tore the fabric. The sound of it ripping filled the room as it pooled down at your feet seconds later. Leaving you exposed save for the same colored red pair of panties you’d worn that night. The dress had left no room for a matching bra given the dip at your back it’d once had. But that was of no consequence to Keigo. Keigo let out a sharp breath through his teeth as he admired your body and all that came with it. His hands found the curve of your backside, kneading the flesh there with thought. You could feel the tent of him pressing in between your thighs, and you let him slip between your thighs, shifting your thighs back and forth to alleviate some of the tension in his cock for him.

On instinct, more due to the fact that the bird in him wanted to cover you in his scent and his cum, Keigo rolled his hips into you with a snap of a thrust. It pushed you forward, almost sending you colliding with the mirror. “Little bird, that wasn’t very nice of you.” He scolded, letting a finger draw under the band of your panty before lifting it up. A moment later it was slapping against your skin, and you hissed. “I’ll have to punish you. Such behavior tonight...” he drawled, quickly shedding his formal attire until he was dressed down to just his pants. Keigo pressed his chest against your back, rubbing himself against you. His free hand returned to one of your breasts, toying with the nipple there as he murmured in your ear, his voice husky. 

Feral.

“So naughty tonight...” Keigo continued as his other hand slipped down the front of your body, underneath the dark red lace that had kept that pretty little cunt concealed from him. He found how wet you already were for him, slick glaze quick to coat his fingers as he ran them up and down between your legs. “Already so ready for me. You really are the little tease, aren’t you?” A moan escaped you as he teased the tip of his finger around the circle of your clit, but not quite touching it. “So filthy...” he went on, breath hot against where he’d drawn out hickies moments before. 

You were so eager for him to be inside of you, already so wet for him, Keigo had the perfect punishment for you being so naughty. He brushed his thumb against your clit, and your grip on the mirror slid down as you fought not to grab onto him. He was tantalizingly slow as he circled around your clit, tapping against the swollen bud every so often but not often enough for what you needed in that moment. His chuckle was dry, the hand that had been playing with your breast sneaking up to your neck. Your thighs were slick with your need, your core on fire as he teased you closer and closer to your edge. 

Keigo tipped your head back, opening your mouth as he leaned in. As he spat on the tongue you’d pushed out like the slut you were. Every possible hole he could find to fill you with, Keigo was going to. You weren’t going to be able to walk down the fucking street without a single person forgetting who you belonged to. “What do we say, little bird?”

“Thank you,” you rasped as he slid two fingers into you, feeling him stretch your walls as he slowly pumped them in and out of you. He was slow, methodical, holding your jaw in place so that he could look down at that awestruck expression on your face as he finger fucked you. Your belly was on fire, waves of fire rolling as your orgasm wound tighter and tighter around his fingers. Keigo could feel his own cock slick with his precum, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer himself.

 “I don’t like it when other people look at you like you’re theirs for the taking,” Keigo muttered when he the tip of his nail along your clit. The featherlight sensation caused your knees to buckle, your hips to buck as you fell back into him. “You’re mine. And I’m going to fill you so fucking good that no one makes that mistake again.” He stretched your walls further with a third finger, and you writhed in your standing position as he continued to work those fingers in and out of you. The coil in your belly was wound tight enough where you thought

“Who do you belong to, little bird?” His fingers picked up pace, the sound of your silken glaze coating him filling the room while you fought to make your brain remember words. Your mouth hung open as he finger-fucked you, head bobbing against his shoulder as he looked down at you expectantly. “Tell your man who this pussy belongs to, and I’ll let you cum.” He could feel how close you were, the sound of your mewls turning to pants.

“You! It belongs to you!” you whimpered, grinding against his hand, your hips rolled forward to press his fingers deeper inside you. “Please, Keigo!”

This satisfied him enough, at least for now. His pace quickened still until your head was hung forward between your shoulders, moaning his name over and over as you watched him finger fuck you. Your orgasm was on the brink, the precipice of pleasure and all you needed was -

“Ah, fuck! Fuck, Ke-AH,” That needed push found you moments later and you were spilling around the spread of his fingers, your orgasm taking over you as your legs spasmed, knees buckling so that Keigo had to support you with a hand around your waist. Your grip on the outer of the mirror so ironclad you thought you’d break it. It rolled through you in waves, Keigo’s fingers sticky as he pulled them from you, suckling your sweetness of his fingers like it was candy. Shit. 

“What a good little slut,” he whispered. The sound of his belt loosening, the pants falling, re-sparked that fire you’d just doused by orgasming. You could see his cock, curved and thick with a head already milking his cum. “Gonna fill you so good now, gonna fuck you full of my cum.” You watched, mouth dry as he milked himself with a fist. “Gonna watch me fuck you, baby bird.” You could feel the press of his head between your thighs, and you widened your stance to accommodate him. 

Then, without warning, he thrust so hard into you, that you cried out in pain. His thrusts from the get go were borderline violent, painful as you fought against being thrown into the glass of the mirror. A hand fisted into your hair, pulling it sharply enough that you could feel the pain, but with enough leeway that you could still watch as he moved in and out of you, his cock already wet with what was left behind from your first orgasm. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the smell of sweet sex coming shortly after. You were unable to make any intelligible noises aside from mewls and gasps, while Keigo was behind you muttering to himself about how good your pussy felt, how it was made for his cock, how he was going to fill you up so fucking good. 

The mountain climb to your orgasm started again, your cunt clenching around him as he thrust in and out of you with feverish need. His hips were sloppy, and you didn’t dare tear your eyes away from where he slipped in and out of you. “Such a sweet fucking cunt,” Hawks groaned, twisting your hair tighter in his fist. “My fucking pussy.” he hissed with a thrust that hit the highest point of your wall and caused you pain. Yet you didn’t dare stop. The look on Keigo’s face, the roll of his bottom lip between his teeth, let you know he was close to his high. The sight of him so focused on fucking you wound your belly tighter, and you missed the hand that slipped down to your clit once more. You cried out, the over-sensitized nub of your clit protesting as his thumb found it once more.  The grip you had on the mirror shifted again, a move to get his hand away from where you were most sensitive.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” he growled, and your legs quivered. His eyes were still narrowed into near-invisible slits as you obeyed the order. You shook, spasmed, as he raced your orgasm to line up with his. 

“Please, please, ah, hrnngh, Kei-” your hips found the rhythm to match his almost instantly, and tears sparked in your eyes as the bundle of nerves exploded inside of your body, every nerve ending inside you set on fire, exploding as your second orgasm found you just moments before Keigo found his own. 

“Fuck, fuck yeah, gonna fill you so fuckin-Urngh,” Keigo groaned, fucking into you with one last violent thrust as he spilled himself in you, shooting ribbons of cum that went scorching through your core. There was a moment as the two of you stood there, Keigo still inside of you, breathing heavily. You on the other hand, were shaking all over, barely able to keep yourself on both legs. 

Keigo’s callused finger pad was still resting over your clit, and even the smallest shift sent a wave of pleasured pain coursing through your entire body. You were overstimulated, likely to cum if he persisted again. “Kei...” you whispered.  His head was resting over your collarbone, hung low. He reached out and slapped your hand away, pressed it back to the mirror. He wasn’t done with you.

“Told you, little bird. Gotta punish you.”

A whimper rolled through you, “I can’t, I can’t, I-” you let out a whine as he tapped his thumb against you again, slowly rolling a half-hard cock in and out of you as he started at your clit again. Massaging it slowly, cruelly. Your legs bowed out, slack as it was on Keigo alone to keep you supported with your weight against his chest. “Gotta make sure you know,” his hips snapped against yours again, and those tears that had been hidden in your eyes slipped loose. “That no one else is gonna fuck you this good. No one’s gonna make you feel this good.” he said, your body screaming at you for relief, for the prickling of nerves in your skin to cease. “You’re my good little slut.” You could feel whatever remnants of his cum shooting out into you once more, wetness cascading down your thighs. 

The perfume you’d been wearing now, Keigo noted, was mixed so heavily with his own pheromones and sex, that there was no mistaking who fucked you at night. Who you were mated to. You were all Keigo’s, and that was what mattered to him. But he still had to finish punishing you for being a little tease, for allowing that musky scent to be tarnished by anyone other than him. You were a whimpering, sobbing mess, flushed against his body as your hips moved on their own accord in time with the fingers he was using between your sopping lips. Your cries were pained, unintelligible pleas to cum and be released. Yet, he took his time. Feeling that sweet cunt clamp down around his fingers once he pulled out of you. A moment’s reprieve before his fingers stretched you all over again. He wound you tighter, and tighter, sending that fire racing through your veins.

“I can’-” you cried out, a threatening wave of pleasure and pain coursing through you. “Please let me cum, please. I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” tears were wet against your cheek as he played with you. 

“You promise, little bird?”

“Yes! Yes I promise!” you begged.

After all that time of keeping your hands on the perimeter of the mirror, your third and final orgasm had them flying to Keigo’s hair for stable purchase as it overtook you. Your sobs filled the room as your rode out the final orgasm, your chest heaving in shuddering breaths as Keigo worked you through it, held onto your body tightly to keep you from collapsing. Your legs were soaked, your nether region slick from top to bottom. Keigo pulled his fingers from inside you, slick and thick coated with both of your bodily fluids. His eyes met yours through the mirror as those fingers dipped between your lips, pushing them onto the flat of your tongue as you lapped and sucked them clean. Only when he was satisfied you’d gotten every last drop of each other’s cum, did Keigo pull his fingers from your mouth.

“You did so good, little bird.” he cooed in your ear, nuzzling his nose against the curve of your ear as he placed gentle kisses to sweat-soaked hair. Brushed away the tears on your cheeks. “Such a good girl,” he said, a hand smoothing over the places he’d bitten and marked you.  Lips gentle as he pressed chaste kisses to the place on his jaw where his talons pricked you. The feral need for Keigo to fuck you into oblivion was satiated for now, his touch now gentle as he caressed and soothed you, the aftershocks of an overstimulated orgasm lessening as time lapsed. He was pleased that your scent now, was so heavily mixed of him and that perfume. No one was going to act as Hound Dog had, especially now. His lips were soft against your temple, his thumbs tender against the curve of your shoulders. It was a scent he was immediately fond of, and a scent he’d do anything to protect, to maintain. Keigo hummed, folding you up into the safety of his arms, surrounded by nothing but contentedness. 

[dantelionwishes]

life is full of ups and downs downs downs downs dow

loredump under the cut. not kidding when I say its gonna be long!

oh shit you actually clicked keep reading thank you for your interest 😭😭😭

YOU KNOW THE DRILL tw // suggestive dont read ahead if youre uncomfortable with the topic of aphrodisiacs! 

MIDDLE SCHOOL 

before anything, I gotta explain he was born to parents who had an infatuation quirk (makes them hardcore fall in love with you) and an infection quirk (transmits a virus via saliva)  

developed his quirk late, since they usually get it by the time kids are four 

most people knew him as quirkless before the first incident 

in middle school, his class was preparing for a school play, he and his classmate got cast as the main lead prince and princess 

coincidentally, they both had a crush on each other and had a scene where they kissed

technically they weren’t supposed to, since its just a play, but one time they were practicing in private and wanted to try kissing “for real”

so they shared a super giggly cute middle school first kiss but well UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM HIS QUIRK HAD WELL DEVELOPED– 

BADABING BADABOOM YOU HAVE AN IMAGINATION USE IT

the only way for the quirk’s effects to go away is to come at least once or pleasuring yourself until it goes away

I DO NOT WANT TO IMAGINE IT BUT. IMAGINE BEING A TEACHER AND FINDING A MIDDLE SCHOOLER WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER AND AN ADULT IS FORCED TO TELL HER HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY LLLLIKE–

rip now that I’m thinking abt it, I don’t even think anybody would even kNOW HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY so lets imagine she painfully stays that way until they figure out how to make it stop :^(

there’s a big fight that happens between the teachers, principal, and parents of both parties 

of course the crush’s parents got mad and called their kid a fuckin uhhhhh sexual predator or some shit despite also beING THE SAME AGE AND NOT EVEN KNOWING ABT HIS OWN QUIRK LIKE HELLLO

obviously an incident like this is going to spread like wildfire but the principal does not want something like this to leak, especially since it was not on purpose and was a total accident 

the other kid’s parents and some teachers did not feel comfortable however, and sato was forced to drop out

but not wanting to spread the gossip about their son’s quirk and the incident, they leave the town and move someplace else

thankfully, the principal gives the sato family his good grades and a recommendation to a decent highschool for the trouble

they’re originally from osaka, but moved to tokyo 

this is where they start taking precautions with sato, basically teaching him to be careful with his saliva 

it was easily taught and learned esp since the mom was already like that around him and others everyday anyway!! she has to take care of her saliva-based infection quirk, after all 

HIGH SCHOOL

he got enrolled into a regular highschool in tokyo

no hero course, no support course, no business, just a regular ol’ school

if before, he loved surrounding himself with people, this was where he was forced to develop a lonely disposition to protect himself and others

at least his parents were very protective and supportive of him and they were generally a happy family!

but in school, pretending to be quirkless was just as difficult, getting bullied or pitied for having no special abilities 

his excuse for wearing a mask all the time was because his mother had a virus-related quirk, and had to be careful 

one day his dad was suddenly got really, really sick

the more he had an excuse to wear a mask because he didnt want to get whatever disease his father started to develop 

sato started thinking it could be his mother (but why?) the results didn’t say anything about an unknown virus killing him (which is his mom’s quirk), and that his father really did contract a strong yet very normal disease 

while on his second year in highschool, his father, yozo sato, died 

apparently, without him knowing anything about his parents, his mother, oba sato, was actually under the dad’s infatuation quirk this whole time

she realised she wasn’t really in love with him when oba had accidentally allowed a drop of her saliva to fall into the meal she was making him, making him sick, and therefore making him weak enough to deactivate his quirk on her 

oba, back in her college years, wanted to marry someone else but yozo, who had a crush on her wanted her to himself, used his quirk to make him fall in love with her 

so in revenge for making her put up with him all these years to the point of marriage and having a kid, she continued to do this to his food 

her quirk doesn’t make anybody sick enough to die, but it made her husband’s immune system weak enough to the point that it contracted a real, serious disease which he ended up dying from instead 

sato only finds out the real story when he graduates from highschool, days right after his graduation the mom confesses it all 

she does say she truly loves him, but can’t stay around him knowing he was technically “unconsensual love”

sato gets reminded of what his quirk does, and true enough, that’s what him and his quirk turned out to be (a sick combination of his mom and his dad) 

they cant bear to be around each other after that revelation and decide to just not see each other again 

COLLEGE YEARS

he enrolls into an education course, inspired by the kind principal who helped him finish his middleschool-highschool education when it all started going downhill 

sato struggles paying for his college fees esp since he doesn’t exactly have his parents supporting him anymore, nor any contact with immediate family 

he has a lot of part time jobs that go all around the clock, he continues pretending to be quirkless so he gets bullied, and has to deal with all that emotional baggage plus being alone so…….clearly my man is TIRED as hell 

his side job hustles include: convenience store cashier, bookstore attendant, bar bouncer, and rookie gym trainer (he went to the local gym long enough for him to get recommended a job as a trainer)

college was that point where he starts developing a hardcore yearning for a companion because oh my god hes so lonELY (but cant)

ANYWAY SO

there’s this bully guy who always picks on him in college (for being “quirkless” and a loner and overall a fuckin weirdo with a mask)

tbh sato doesnt really give a shit he’s so used to it but he doesnt have his mother as an excuse to wear the mask anymore, this is where he starts forming the “I have bad breath” excuse 

“口臭い” (kuchi kusai) translates to “bad breath” or “stinky mouth” so sato unlovingly gets nicknamed “kusato”

one day he’s walking around the campus at night and finds the bully with his gang cornering another quirkless student, with plans of assaulting her 

sato was never the hero type, and was about to ignore the commotion as to not get involved, but something in him moved on its own and he found himself face to face with the gang 

he confronts them, but the bully mocks both him and the girl for not having powers to stop them anyway 

SIKE BITCH sato’s able to easily strike the other two guys, knock them off their feet enough to be able to tug the to-be victim aside, telling her to report them, before asking her to run away as fast as she can

none of the guys want that (they’re all students) so they have a full on brawl (and this isnt hero academy, its a totally normal university so I wouldn’t assume these guys had very impressive quirks)

except the main bully actually has a pretty decent quirk (he’s like a kinda half human half dragon with sharp claws, scales, and dragon eyes) and gets to injure sato with his sharp claws, seriously injuring his face

a part of his ear is also sort of sliced off, which is how his mask gets accidentally removed in the process 

the dragon bully grabs him by the collar and starts angrily shouting at him for ruining his night, being able to do all this shit without a quirk and all and all other derogatory speech 

“Well? what do you have to say for yourself?!“ 

Sato stays silent before spitting right into the bully’s mouth 

The bully drops him immediately, about to angrily fuck him up for doing something super fucking gross but WHOOP WHOOP YOU KNOW WHATS BOUTTA HAPPEN the quirk works immediately and the bully is a TOTAL MESS on the ground 

Im going to TLDR this part cos its…obviously nsfw but like: sato fully embarrasses him in public (beside the bully’s two colleges nonetheless) 

sato stays in the hospital for some time to heal from his wounds 

fortunately, afterwards, the bullies all get expelled 

unfortunately for sato, he also gets expelled for engaging in bad behaviour, and the bully did say what happened to him (and the college principal did not want his…dangerous quirk on campus) so as to lower any incident, all four were expelled 

at least without having to pay for college fees anymore, he could fully focus on paying for food, shelter, and clothes 

minus of course the hospital bills needed to pay plus he got a sick ass scar from it anyway HAHAHAHA BSDJHJRHDHF

ADULT LIFE

he had a lot of jobs here and there, but was more or less doing best as a trainer at a local gym where people weren’t allowed to use their quirks and strengthen their body regularly 

a few years went by and he eventually shrugged off everything that happened in his final college years but one day someone familiar walked into the gym! It was the fellow college student he saved!!!

she became a policewoman who wanted to get stronger in this quirkless friendly gym and hadn’t given up on her dreams of being a “hero,” inspired by how sato saved her that day

sato never really saw himself as some hero, he was left many nights alone thinking about how easily he could become a villain with his quirk, so hearing that really made him happy 

he trains her as her gym coach and she eventually asks him to join her patrol this small part of the city from a gang that was currently going around doing crimes since he’s good at it anyway, saying she could use some extra hands hehe

so yeah!! he does this side gig with her where he patrols alongside her looking for gang crimes and such c:

AND ONE DAY. [WISTFUL SIGH] ONE DAY. HE FINDS SOMEBODY GETTING MUGGED BY A GANG MEMBER AND SAVES………A CERTAIN MAN–

thank you for reading all the way here!!!

feel free to ask for questions or for any clarifications 😭😭😭!!!!!!

[imbuckybarnesdoll]

𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙇.𝙇

18+ 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗡𝗜

It was a Friday night and the wonderful Tony Stark had to throw one of his "Amazing" parties. You were not looking forward to it. You never were. You hated all of Tony's parties for the mere fact that you hated talking to people.

It was no secret to the rest of the team that you hated socializing. Especially in large crowds- like ones at Tony's parties- social anxiety really has it for you. Even when you go to the store, you can't even speak to the fucking cashier when she asks if you want a plastic bag. You hated talking to people. You were the most quiet one of all the avengers. The most innocent person they have ever met... That was until Thor brought his brother- adopted as Thor keeps on saying- his handsome brother. He was tall and pale, he had long black slick hair that was always combed back. He had a pair of the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen. It looked like a beautiful ocean blue colour. A pair of eyes that you'd willingly drown in. A pair of eyes that you would want to stare in for hours. A pair of eyes you'd want to see before you died so that it would be in your memory forever. You would be lying if you said you wouldn't let him stab you and then rail you afterward. You'd literally let the man kill you. But. There was no way in heaven or hell that that man- no that God would want you. There was no way he thought about you the way you thought about him. There was no way he got horny just by looking at you. And that saddened you. You would never have him.

That night at Tony's party changed everything. That party changed all your negative thoughts. You couldn't think straight after that night out of pure shock- Hell you couldn't even walk. That night was the night that Loki Laufeyson fucked you so hard you needed to hold the walls for support. So hard that you couldn't even sit down. So hard that he left bruises on your inner thighs.

It all started at Tony's party...

꧁꧂

You walked downstairs wearing a simple black thigh length dress. You put on a pair of doc martens to go with the dress because you really didn't feel for heels. You had some neutral make-up on and you curled tour hair a bit. You really didn't want to dress up. But Nat and Wanda refused. When you finally gave in they picked out your dress, which was surprisingly not too much. Nat was wearing a white blouse and a black knee length skirt with black hills that had a small hill. Wanda was wearing a black off shoulder blouse with a tennis skirt with clad patterns on and a pair of doc martens- which she stole from me btw. You girls were looking fa- bu- lous.

Skipping to the part y'all actually wanna read lol. But also it's brought to you by my laziness 😗✌🏽

You walked to the bar to get yourself a drink. You sat down on the barstool and called the bartender over.

"Good evening ma'am, what are you drinking tonight?", The bartender had a southern accent, and brown hair with emerald green eyes. You weren't going to lie he was hot.

"H-hi can I have a umm- a s-sex on the beach please?", You were so close to running out of the compound. Your anxiety was really bad. You thought you were going to have a panic attack right then and there.

"Alrighty then a sex on the beach for you, and what are you havin' sir?", The bartender asked with his heavy southern accent.

Your head whipped to your side at the mention of the word 'sir'. And when you saw who it was you almost really out this time. You got weak in the knees by looking at him. He was wearing a black suit. A full on black suit and he was looking like a piece of fucking meat at a Christmas dinner. You swore you felt yourself drooling so you closed your mouth and secretly felt if there was drool. Thankfully, there was no drool. The sound of Loki's voice brought you out of your dirty thoughts.

"Has no one ever taught you that it's rude to stare dear?", He asked with that hot fucking English accent.

"Uhh- I- well- uhmm- hahahaha", omg you just started laughing out of fucking nowhere. Jesus fucking Christ no!! You took your beverage and tried to get away from the bar as soon as possible. But before you could leave, Loki grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.

"Darling", he said sternly, but why did it sounds so fucking hot? The word that left his mouth went straight to your core and you tensed up immediately. "You know I can read your mind right?".

Your eyes widen and your body tensed up even more.' What the Fuck did he say?! Holy shit! No! No! No! No! HOLY SHIT DID HE REA-'

Your thoughts were cut off by Loki's strong voice.

"Yes i did, darling", he said but his voice was much lower than before. "And I don't think you are as innocent as you act", he had this sly smirk, which made your panties soak more than it already was.

"Well- uhh- I really g-gotta go", you say as you try to move your wrist out of his grip. But he keeps hold of you wrist. This time, he tugs you closer and closer. He leaned down so that his lips were hovering right over your ear.

"You're not going anywhere darling. You're going to stay right here with me and behave like a good girl. Understood?'', The words 'good girl' made your legs go weak. You couldn't form any words so you just nodded and sat back on the barstool.

Loki didn't know it would be this easy to get you wrapped around his finger. He knew what your thoughts were about him. He knew all of the dirty scenarios you would place him in. And he knew all the negative thoughts you would think. How you think you're not pretty enough. How you think that he would never fall for you. That thoughts pissed him off. He thinks you're a fucking masterpiece. He thinks you're a delicious Asgardian meal he would like to devour every single night. He wished you could see yourself the way he sees you.

You were still sat on the barstool, sipping on your beverage. You tried so hard not to think. At all. So, instead you were watching the people dance. After a while of staring into the crowd, you felt a hand on your thigh. You were about to choke slam somebody, but then you looked to see Loki. He grabbed your drink and placed it on the bar counter. He grabbed your wrists and pulled you out of the party area. He pulled you up the stairs and all the way into the room. He kicked the door closed with his foot the twirled you around then pinned you against the door.

"Darling, do you have any idea how you make me feel?", He asked, breath fanning over your lips.

You didn't know what do say as you were in complete shock. You just settled on shaking your head no.

Loki then pushed his body flush against yours and you felt something against your inner thigh. It felt like a fucking third leg. It felt big. No, not big it felt huge.

Loki read your mind. Again. He then gripped your jaw and kissed you. It was a hungry kiss, yet there was so much passion in it. It was like he was pouring out all of the things he felt for you in one kiss. The kiss became heated when he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance to your mouth. You opened your mouth and he slipped his tongue in. Eventually, you had to part for air. When you did you stared at him and he smiled. He connected your lips once again, but he's lips moved to you jaw and down to your neck. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. You moaned when he found your sweet spot. When that sound came out of your mouth, he started attacking that sweet spot. You where letting out soft moans at the feeling of his younger swirling over that spot. You felt his hands move to your back. He tugged on the zipper in attempt to remove it. You giggled at his failing attempt at removing a dress. You turned around and moved your hair to the side to help him remove your dress.

He tugged the zipper down and the dress slid down your body. Loki stood there for a second to admire your body. You blushed and looked down.

"Hey, look at me", he lifted your chin so that your were looking at him. "You're beautiful. I don't care who says otherwise and you shouldn't either. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life. You are perfect." That words made your heart pound in your chest. He made you feel pretty. For the first time you actually felt pretty. You smiled at him and connected your lips again. You pulled back and pushed him onto the bed.

"Thank you, but I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time, so I would like to get this done and then you can sweet talk me", you said much more confident than before. You decided to take charge and show him maybe you aren't as innocent as everyone says.

You unbuckled his pants and zipped it down. You tugged it off as went to straddle his lap. You tugged down his boxers and your eyes went wide. Sure, other guys you slept with were big. But he was huge no wonder why it felt like a third leg against your thigh. Because, it is huge.

You got up from his lap and pulled down your panties. Waisting no time at all you went back and straddled him. He groaned at the sight of your soaking cunt. You took his cock your hand and ran the tip over your folds, collecting the slick. You lined him up with your entrance and you sunk down onto his length. You both moaned at the feeling. You being filled and he feeling the tightness of your glistening pussy. You started to bounce up and down on his cock. Loki grabbed ahold of your hips moved you even faster. He needed more so he flipped you over and threw your legs over his shoulders. He slipped back into you and started thrusting at an inhumane pace. Well he isn't human so that might be why. The sounds of desperate moans and skin slapping filled the room. Loki brought his left hand up to your throat and his right hand laid on the side of your head for leverage.

You felt a familiar knot in your stomach as a sign that you are close. You shut your eyes and your face scrunched up. Loki could feel you were close because you were clenching around him.

"That's it darling, cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me", he spoke between moans as he was close to his release as well.

You clenched around his throbbing cock and your legs started to shake. "Fuck!! L-loki!!".

Loki moaned so loudly you were sure everyone at the party heard it, but you couldn't give two shits. You and Loki both came at the same time and you were screaming at the pleasure when he's hot seed spilled into you. Both of you were panting heavily, but Loki kept thrusting to get you down from your high.

When you came down, Loki collapsed on top of you. You chuckled between breathes.

"That...was....the best....sex.. I've ever had ..", you said still breathing heavily.

Loki rolled off of you and went into the bathroom. He got a cloth and opened the tap to wet it a little bit. He came back to the room and started to clean you up.

"Darling", he said looking slightly nervous.

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to accompany me to dinner tomorrow night?"

You fake gasped and mocked him,"is the Loki Laufeyson asking me on a date??".

"Yes, I suppose he is", he said with a chuckle.

"Well in that case, I'd love to"

He smiled at you and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

You both crawled into bed and Loki cuddled you like you were a fucking teddy bear. Like you were going to disappear. You didn't mind though. It made you feel special. He made you feel special.

That was the night you fell for Loki Laufeyson....

𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲♡︎♥︎

[feelingofcontent]

DNP Rewatch: DAN AND PHIL BLINDFOLDED MAKEUP CHALLENGE

Date video was published: 03/12/2015 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 262

I love Dan doing something silly for charity! Also his promo tweet for this was one of his (several) uses for the gay couple emoji to represent him and Phil, so there’s that.

0:28 - ahahaha, “no interest” but the format of this makes it obvious he’s at least watched some other videos of this challenge

0:38 - “I’ve only got one” ...of course if it’s something strange/out of his comfort zone for his channel, it’s got to be Phil. Also Dan calling him his “designated friend” in the description is great.

0:40 - love the matching t-shirts. love the expression on Phil’s face as he says he’s not ready. Love Dan’s soft smile as he listens to Phil.

0:48 - wtf is Phil’s little eyebrow-flick and smirk after the jump cut here

0:51 - shocked Dan went to shop for this in person actually, instead of online. also YES at the annotation

0:56 - Phil is not paying enough attention to the difference between the eyeshadow and the blush here...that will become an issue, lol

1:00 - Phil’s face while staring at the blindfold is something. Also “that’s going to be difficult” burn. 😂

1:05 - why is he acting surprised at what the material is made of? They’ve had that at least since THE WARDROBE when Phil ties it around his head. Also Dan with the gentle helping. And that annotation. 😳 This is a moment.

1:22 - yep, there we go. I love that Dan doesn’t tell him, but let’s the audience know.

1:25 - of course Dan didn’t think to get brushes or anything. Just going straight in with the fingers and face-touching. Dan is immediately amused.

1:35 - the fact that the one makeup term they seem to really know is “contour” is hilarious to me

1:45 - so soft at Phil testing how sharp it is on his own hand first before putting it on Dan 🥺 Although they already did eyeliner somewhat recently in Dan and Phil PUNK EDITS IN REAL LIFE!

1:52 - wtf happened during this jump cut that Dan ended up with it on his glabella and nowhere near the other eye?!

2:07 - love Dan’s amusement here and the teasing with the fast-forwarded editing, planned in the moment

2:27 - “illuminating” lol, the words/phrases they’ve picked up from whatever tutorials they’ve watched before amuse me

2:37 - and now we have Phil going into “I’m a little shit” mode, which is great. He is bored with actually trying, apparently. Also “to make up for the droop” what.

2:52 - yep, now he’s just trying to mess with Dan 😂

3:00 - putting the lipstick out that far, I can’t believe it didn’t break immediately

3:20 - I love this so much. I’m sure this is something Phil saw his mum doing and remembered!

3:31 - “enjoying this power too much” ...yep

3:39 - only Phil would think of this at that point, especially with the lipstick. “This is what you signed up to.”  😂😂

3:48 - Dan actually sounds somewhat sincere with that compliment. And psychic Phil here, when putting highlighter on your ears (though not lipstick, lol) will become a thing in the next couple years 😲

4:08 - Phil is me when put under pressure to think of a word I should know

4:17 - honestly, Dan is brave letting Phil near his eyes with all of this with Phil’s clumsy track record. The trust is there. Also, what is this face from Phil. 😳

4:31 - out of everything, Phil somehow had the best aim when going for his eyebrows. This is now his third use of “contour.”

4:45 - the reveal moment is great. And Phil tongue-thing!

4:56 - ooo, yikes, just finger marks down his face lol

5:08 - sure, Phil “fairly” maybe for the first couple of things... Dan apparently doesn’t need help with the blindfold.

5:18 - Phil has to test that of course

5:26 - #spon lol. I do love that they make it obvious that they know exactly how ridiculous it is sometimes, which means I somehow never get annoyed with them spon-ing their merch.

5:50 - why does Phil continue to face straight forward; he is not making it easier for Dan even a little bit

5:57 - Dan is doing a lot more touching with both hands to try to get things in the right place

6:02 - unnecessary zoom-in on Dan’s “shhhhh”...

6:04 - he really does stick two fingers right in Phil’s mouth 😳 And very over-the-top reactions. I apologize for this screenshot.

6:14 - and the little nose boop here. Phil is right about the open-mouth eye makeup.

6:30 - oh, Dan is actually attempting to use the eyeshadow applicator here

6:45 - love Phil’s reaction to how he looks already

7:02 - again, wtf happened during the jump cut here. Suddenly Phil has much much more on his cheek.

7:08 - seems to be some sort of little check-in tap here from Dan after Phil says “oh my god.” They are constantly making sure the other person is okay, even in the midst of filming.

7:15 - Phil is so disappointed, lol at the side-eye and Dan’s smug face even with the blindfold

7:22 - why would Phil even ask that?! what even is this conversation.

7:35 - pretty sure Dan knows perfectly well what he’s doing here too. Payback for some of what Phil did.

7:53 - love that Phil didn’t correct him here either

8:07 - yeah, waaaaaay to much lipstick up out of the tube

8:25 - this whole lipstick part is so messy in every way

8:36 - Dan is much quicker with ripping the blindfold off than Phil was. The reveal parts of this video are my favorite.

8:42 - “I look like I just ate someone’s neck” ...of course, Phil. I get more The Joker than a vampire.

8:47 - the synchronized lean-in

8:53 - love that Phil did a pout. Love that Dan noticed in the viewfinder and called him out on it.

9:02 - Phil with the burns in this video

9:08 - they seem to be having such a good time filming this one too

9:11 - until this moment, maybe

9:20 - I want to know if they actually phoned a friend or just googled everything. That is a mess.

9:27 - Phil panic-cleaning the carpet (which is what he included in his promo tweet). With a cleaver. 😂 Yeah, definitely some Google-ing going on. 

9:39 - Phil with that makeup holding the cleaver is terrifying, actually.

9:53 - love the behind-the-scenes of the selfie-taking. Dan posted the selfie on his Instagram.

10:03 - hahahaha, poor Kath. Dan found that hilarious.

10:37 - Phil’s deadpan “I’m really glad this will be on the internet forever” is great

I love this video a lot, if that wasn’t obvious, lol. Sometimes I forget about it in favor of more recent videos, but it’s such a good one.

[doubledgesword-2]

Can I get Vil Schoenheit x Rival Celebrity? They shoot insults at each other but end up flirting? Take it as far as you want! Any gender reader is fine lol

Oh, ma Gooosh!! This is the first Matcha Tea I've gotten, and I'm all for this. I had so much fun with this one, and I want to show you lil' sugar cubes the difference between characters I know and the ones that I don't. I do my research before writing a character that I'm unfamiliar with, but I will be sincere: I butchered the last request (Shalnark's). I will try to rewrite it, but other characters apart from the stated ones are a bit hard for me ( ˘︹˘ ).

I will always try my best for ya'll! Enjoy this steaming Matcha (❛‿❛✿)

“What a shameless potato,” nimble fingers scrolled down on their phone, looking at the menagerie of pictures from one single account: yours.

You and Vil were from the same industry, just not the same department per se. While he was a model and actor, you were a j pop star and actress. Your popularity and his were on the same level, but he was slightly higher if you asked him or his fans. Ever since the two of you met on set for a fantasy-like movie, you repelled each other’s presence like oil and water.

Amethyst eyes glared at your smiling picture, and a thousand critiques passed through his mind. Your make-up did not complement your features; what was your make-up artist thinking? That nail polish didn’t match with your skin, and your haircut didn’t go with your face and countless other thoughts. But that wasn’t his place to tell, and besides, you living in his head rent-free wasn’t good for his skin. Stress kills, and thinking about you was very stressful.

The subway doors opened, and Vil gripped his side bag, adjusting his beret and sunglasses and walking out with the amount of confidence and power it took to walk down the runway. The sea of people diligently coming and going parted for him without a cue. They just did like mindless fish around a predator. It was in their nature to give in, in the presence of something so regal.

Vil had a photoshoot to go, and he couldn’t miss a beat. His agenda was full and complicated; anyone who tried to follow it would surely lose their minds after the first three days of the same arduous pace. But he could handle it with the grace of a swan. He was the great Vil Shoenheit. He wondered if you could handle a week in his shoes. You probably would drop exhausted and disheveled, complaining about the hard work. The thought made him smirk smugly, and passerby fans who recognized him couldn’t even keep up to ask for an autograph.

He just couldn’t fathom how you had such a fan base with your attitude and manners. Sure, in front of the cameras, you were a sweetheart, stealing everyone’s hearts, singing like an empowered angel, and making them think you were as far from the villain he knew you truly were. Vil knew your kind and recognized it the moment he met you on set. Heck, you couldn’t even contain your disdain in interviews when the two of you had to sit side by side. It was uncomfortable, to say the least; the poor reporter was so painfully awkward trying to alleviate the tenseness in the room.

“So (Y/N), how do you feel being an actress in a big-budget movie while also singing and performing the next week? Is it exhausting?”

You sided glared at Vil, and gave the reporter a smug grin. “Well, I think I can handle a little bit of work. It’s not in me to sit around and look pretty, you know. But then again, I guess that’s what some people are into, so we can’t judge them. They might not understand hard work.”

Vil smiled with closed eyes. You were such an amateur. If it weren’t for the fact that you were actively throwing shade on him and being so annoying at it, too, he might think you were cute.

Of course, Vil wouldn’t back down; that’s not what he was taught. The crown was his, and he would take it with hard work and determination. Which means potatoes like you don’t really matter in the long run of things.

“Vil-senpai, how do you manage your modeling gig and your acting? I mean, it must be hard to run from one event to the next since they’re so close behind each other?”

“Well, dear, we models are more than just a pretty face. We represent big companies and events that many couldn’t even fathom getting into. My schedule might be a bit tight, but I was born into this lifestyle, and I have learned many skills to help me move and work in these types of environments. I can say one thing for sure not a lot of people can handle my agenda, one day in my heels, and they might slip if you know what I mean, darling.”

You scoffed under your breath, and it made Vil’s smile grow wider.

“Ahh, Vil-senpai is a hard worker for sure. Perhaps one day I could do an interview that can provide insight to one day of your agenda.”

“Anytime you want, darling, it would be lovely,” he knew with every word that came out of his mouth; you simmered even more.

“Are there any hobbies or activities that can fit into your schedules?

Vil was about to open his mouth when you beat him to it.

“Well, I don’t think he’s allowed to have any, you know, with his busy schedule. But I do love partaking in (hobby). I think it is a nice way to unwind and take my mind off of everything. Since stress it’s not good for your vocals, you know. I try to keep myself in top shape for my lovely fans.”

Vil was raging. How dare you interrupt him when he was clearly about to talk. Didn’t your parent taught you any manners, or are you so much of a spoiled brat to care for?

“Ahh, interesting. Does Vil Sendai have any hobbies in particular?

“As a matter of fact, I do” you were looking at him with an expectant smirk. You were genuinely curious to hear what he had to say. “I like to make beauty and make-up tutorials that are beneficial for a lot of my fans. I like to show them how to use brushes correctly what and what not to do with concealer. Those are bonding moments for me and my fans. I think they are important.”

At the end of that interview, a single question brought the anger and tense meter to burst. Now the tensions and dislikes weren’t palpable. They were visible.

“Oh, I’ve had some partners, but I like to focus more on my work, unlike some other artists who like to jump around; my projects come first, and I don’t want to ruin my partner’s and I relationship by not spending enough time with them.”

“Wow, he really doesn’t like to have fun.”

“I do just not with the likes of you.”

“Come on, pretty boy, you couldn’t handle me even if you were begging pretty on your knees.”

“Dream on, potato, you might be prettier than most potatoes, but you’re still that a potato with some potential. I bet if push came to shove, you wouldn’t last seconds with me.

“I bet you wouldn’t make it into the second round without having to retouch your make-up with me. Besides, it’s not like you’ll last long enough to even sweat that much.”

“Well, that’s a relief to know I wouldn’t have to put much effort into pleasing someone like you.”

The reporter was utterly flushed, and that was cut from the interview recording. Good thing that it was, or people might’ve gotten the wrong impression. That you liked each other or something.

Or something.

After that interview, rumors spread like they always do, and fans started gossiping about the two of you secretly together but having to hate each other in public to save face since it’s a big rumor that singers and models don’t actually go well together in the industry.

Such wild imagination and machinations fans have. It brought out a small chuckle.

Vil passed through the automatic doors telling the receptionist his name and guiding him to the set. Once there, he settled his stuff over the make-up table and sat back to look once more through his phone.

“Have you seen this?” A text notification annoying appeared on the screen.

Vil tch and opened the message to reveal a very well photoshopped photo of him and you sitting and drinking at some café. You were smiling like he just told you you were beautiful, and it was a good look on you.

This was outrageous. Who would go to such lengths? Suddenly a bag dropped right on the table next to him. He looked up to meet your eyes as you took off your sunglasses, slowly realizing who was sitting beside you.

“Oh no,” you faintly muttered underneath your breath but not faintly enough that Vil couldn’t hear you.

He scoffed and went back to look at the stupid picture, texting his manager as mad as he was.

“Oh, you saw it too,” you commented, sitting down and looking at your own phone.

Vil didn’t answer. He really didn’t care about your opinion on this; his credibility was on the line. He was supposed to hate you, and that’s how things should go.

“Well, at least they got a good angle of my face, not to mention I’m actually smiling for once.”

“Actually, smil- what are you talking about potato? All you do is smile in all of your pictures. That’s why you have to hide your wrinkles with make-up,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Well, as presumptuous as that was, proud little peacock, I actually never smile genuinely for the cameras. My genuine smile is reserved for good moments. I guess not anymore.”

At that, Vil felt like the two of you clicked. He knew the feeling, the invasive nature of fame, and the lack of privacy was very real in the industry. It’s the first thing you have to get through. But listening to you say made him realize you’re just like him.

“Well, if you behave during the shoot, I might feel inclined to reward you for good behavior” he grinned at you.

“Mmm, you make it sound as if you don’t like the way I make you crumble in front of everyone. It’s like you’re denying yourself the pleasure, and here I thought you liked the masochism.”

“Hahahaha, I’ll step on you once we’re done here. Maybe that and a little bit of discipline will put you in your place. However, your lack of manners and running mouth might be a problem; perhaps all you need is a nice pacifier. I can help with that.”

You both were so close to each other muttering salacious threats that you didn’t realize how flustered everyone else was in the room.

It was going to be another one of those shoots.