#I’m not good enough and there’s just no fucking way I’d be employed or able to survive even if I did get into and graduate school

[pissfizz]

I should just give up on the idea of art school all together

[konigceo]

one last message before you go: I totally agree with that anon saying that ‘mdni’ and ‘ageless blogs get blocked’ is bs. Back in my day we were told not to reveal anything about ourselves online for good reason, and telling people to put their ages in their bios not only is dangerous, it encourages minors to lie more.

The situation is super complicated ofc and it’s not black and white. I for example was exposed to sex stuff way too young and in a very terrible way with no other real option to compare it to; the experiences I had gave me a very warped and skewed idea of sex and my own kinks for a while, but you know what fixed that? GOING ONLINE AND READING SMUT. Seriously. The stuff I consumed was on wattpad and usually written by minors, FOR minors, and it made me realize the true nature of sex and what it can mean. It also opened my eyes to kink and made me realize that I’m not a horrible person for being kinky.

Just turning away everyone from your stuff like that isn’t gonna stop any minors. We all know it. I don’t see the point in trying (Personally I employ a don’t ask, don’t tell policy on my smut content, because I’d much rather people get their content from me because at least I know I’m not grooming them). I get that people below 13 are too young to really even be online but the fact of the matter is kids are gonna see smut whether you want them to or not. They will consume it.

Look, I guess what I’m trying to say is don’t feel guilty for doing what you do, girl. You’re not the only one, you’re just the first I’ve seen with the courage to come out and say it. Besides, as I see it, if you’re old enough to know you want to interact with sexual content, then you’re old enough to interact in general. If you’re old enough to know you wanna have sex and do kinky shit, you’re old enough to learn how to do it safely and properly as well! Minors don’t magically become more able to comprehend things the day they turn 18, we’re capable of making our own decisions, and being told otherwise is honestly infantilizing. Especially those at our age (15-17) we have the fucking capacity to handle sexual content. If I would be allowed to drive, allowed to get a job, allowed to work for slave wages, and allowed to sign waivers on my own, then why the hell is being allowed to consume smut such a big leap?

-A Hypersexual minor who sees what you’re doing, and wants to let you know you’re not alone and that grown ass adults telling you what you can and can’t consume is bullshit and so is those same adults doxxing and harassing you for daring to take initiative and do what you want

i agree with your words anon, and i just feel like it's so unprovoked that these people are harrassing not just me, but innocent blogs, as if most of them weren't exposed to nsfw content when they were young. i appreciate the thought of trying to shield and protect me from nsfw content, but this isn't an unhealthy thing, in my opinion. i write on tumblr because i like writing, because i like cod, and because i have hormones (shocker, i know). and in the end, i know how to handle myself when it comes to nsfw content. i don't write extreme content or kinks, and my writing is pretty tame compared to the rest of the cod fandom, so i really don't get the argument when it comes to "you're ruining your life and your mental health," since my mental health is getting ruined because of these rude ass people 💀 but yeah that was my ted talk ! have a great day/night anon.

[trashvinnie]

Thank you as well!! I only really started this whole thing because I was inspired by your art, enough to start moving my ass to actually get to it. I’m used to having my head in the clouds and writing a lot of wips, but this is the first time that I was actually able to finish one of the longer works I had. I’m just really thankful to you for that? Like, your art was so striking and it painted the picture so strongly in my mind. Or, well. Imprinted the idea?

On the rapper thing, I actually have a hard time imagining any of them as rappers, and then envisioned both Ace and Luffy as dance focused and having mixed street dance styles. It felt like an eenie meenie (Chungha, 2024) miny moe moment of who will do more rapping. In the end, the actual wips have them doing an equal mix of both in songs with all three. Makes sense though putting it that way, that he’d get to use his wordplay more often if he focused on rapping(it’s why i put bobby as his rap inspo, actually)

Unfortunately in the solo songs part in the concert fic I uh. Ended up giving Ace songs with just vocals (since I imagined him having one of those loud fight for your life msgs, and Ace having the entire crowd yell FUCK THIS MODERN LIFE stuck in my head).

Meanwhile Luffy’s has mostly fun/melodic raps, with lil singing. Just vibes and fun, really. Mostly because I have now realized I don’t have any songs based on fun vibes that focuses on singing. I need to dig deeper in the kpop archives probably, but now that the actual concert fic is over, I can pretend either way works and that he’s actually not rap focused. I see him more as bouncy guy great at making choreo, but it’s a challenge to actually make him *stick* to it. I think I’ll just make it flexible at this point,?

Sabo I just have in a little bubble of pop/rnb/jazz singing. Funky sexy bar singer vibes. On the idols that inspire their characters, I change the details every now and then? Ex. Luffy’s vocal inspo includes taeyong for fun singing times despite how different he sounds from Woosung. I think I added it the day after i made this post. Whoops pt2?

The notes in general in regards to them as characters: I didn’t want to make it too long or complex in the pics, but I do edit them A Lot. Add some more inspirations and whatnot. Something I want to note on more is the fashion aspect, but even if I’m a fan of Key’s work (shinee) or what idols like atz or skz wear, im not good at picturing things in my head, so imagining asl in certain clothes doesn’t really… work for me? Also I’d think that asl would rather wear things that would be easy to dance/move in, and would only think about fashion only if it were for fashion’s sake.

(except Sabo, he tries going for good looking but mobile. I imagine they get busier as time goes though and he leans more still on musical aspect than the clothes, so the fashion is come and go for him)

I am also absolutely losing my mind on the art? The dyed hair looks so funky, Luffy with red bangs, Sabo with the tips and Ace with the half-half… I’m . Yelling? Im gonna eat your Deuce

Hard agree on taking away the melanin part. This is fictional and I will bend the rules of reality to fit for these boys. ‘Indie kpop groups don’t make it that big bc —‘ yes well now they do, more expensive promotional rights or not. That stuff doesn’t exist here. Their melanin is celebrated.

Also the additional notes on Deuce and Koala… would you mind if I just,,, permanently added that to my character notes for them hahaha,,, I really like those ideas omg,,, Deuce truly just that guy who Ace became friends with one day and then one year later he’s employed as a manager.

I already finished the first fic (their first stadium concert) of the series, but now I have to figure out how to write everything else. I’m usually not that confident but your art helps a lot (even the ones not related to the au like wittb also inspires me, your facial expressions makes my heart go boom, to keep it short) in keeping my brain inspired.

Whether or not you do add art to this au, you really did help me create the train and then keep it going, no matter what. Many thanks for that, and for these amazing drawings as well! Im also going to eat the Law you drew

Also misc fic inspo:

Thank you for taking your time to make those drawings, and hope you’re doing ok despite any real life happenings!

inspired by @where-does-the-heart-lie and given courage by @wolf-eared-fangirl and their own wonderful rendition of the asl kpop au.

i got inspired a whole lot by the notes and artworks from whery but also tried to make it my own by making it increasingly impossible realistically. one of those it’s a fanfic and i can make anything possible vibes.

all of these are just concept notes and ideas i was able to keep down for the past what? two months or so? there are a lot more wips and ideas, and i wanted to see if there was anyone who wanted to bump brains with me or was willing to indulge seeing my messy thoughts/notes.

i made law important because i am obsessed with not only asl but him too. no escape from the brain worms, really. even if he doesn’t really pop up in a lot of my current wips for this au…

i should make storyboards but my brain has latched to grps like exo or atz for like. clothes inspo. i have multiple concert wips that needed me to make an entire fake asl concert setlist so that was fun, considering how i ended up adding eng and jp songs… i cannot contain myself and have been repeatedly editing everything I have on this for months ,,,

[cevansbrat0007]

The TikTok Terror Rises Again

Summary: The TikTok Terror is back with some new pranks for her poor men. Pray for them. Chris Evans x Black!Reader x Anthony Mackie

*Warnings: Shenanigans, Fluff, Some Smut, MFM, Angry Chris and Anthony, Possessive Behavior, Cursing, Bratty Reader, Petnames, Minors DNI

A/N: Thanks to @ljej95​ for one of the suggestions included in this fic! As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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“So you thought it was funny to take a good 10 years off our lives?” Your Honeybear is pissed.

“I almost had a fucking stroke.” And so is your Dumpling. He hops off the counter to shut the oven door.

“Yeah? And I’m pretty sure I have a concussion.” Poor, poor Honeybear.

“Oh, Sweet Dumpling.” He glares at you. “I’m pretty sure you forgot to baste the roast.” You bat your eyes at him.

“Get. Her.” He growls.

You take off running, laughing when Anthony slips and falls as he tries to give chase. You make it to your office and lock the door, Still giggling, you use the adrenaline coursing through you to position your rather heavy desk against the door. 

Looks like you’d be sleeping in here tonight. You grab a blanket and some snacks that you’d stowed away and curl up on your couch. Guess it was time to see what’s new on Kindle.     

—

TikTok Prank #11: The Pickle Jar Hack

“Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like it’s just kind of…mocking us now?” Sebastian asks as he glares down at the source of his irritation.

“Mmhm.” Anthony grunts in response. “No, no. I feel it too. Like, if it was 6” and a man, I’d have to take him out back and give ‘em the business.” 

“Well it’s not going to win, I can tell you that much.” Chris asserts with a growl as he picks up the pickle jar. “Gentleman, to the garage.” 

You struggle not to laugh, but you could’ve sworn Chris had said that last line almost the same way he would say “Avengers Assemble��. Anthony, Chris, and Sebas had been trying to open the jar of pickles you’d placed in front of them for the better part of the last 20 minutes. “Guys, it’s okay. I really don’t need pickles that badly. Really it’s -”

“No!” Anthony barks as they head out to the garage. “It’s the principle of the thing. And if my baby wants pickles, my baby gets pickles.” 

“Damn right she does.” Chris grumbles as he stomps out the door. “C’mon Seb.” And out they go. 

It’s only when you hear the door shut that you allow yourself to give in to the giggles bubbling up in your chest. They had been so sweet when you’d approached them and said you’d needed help opening that damned jar. You’d seemed so frustrated, and of course you knew they wouldn’t hesitate to show off their strength. It was a man thing, you know? 

But what they didn’t know, and what you had purposely neglected to tell them, was that you had already managed to open the jar on your own. And then you’d super glued it shut again. Nice and tight.

You fish out another jar of pickles from your secret hiding spot, along with a fork, and happily begin munching away. God, how you loved them. Your mother had eaten them all day long when she was pregnant with you and once you’d emerged from the womb, you had never been able to get enough. We’re talking Dill, Kosher, Garlic, Zesty Garlic…you could go through a jar on your own in like a day. 

Allowing yourself one last spear, you return the jar to its home and wait. 15 minutes later, your favorite men and their friend return looking somehow both sheepish and triumphant. 

“Well, Y/N.” Anthony coughs. “After employing the use of a couple tools, some mental prowess, and a little bit of elbow grease, we managed to get it open.”

“My heroes.” You bat your lashes at them. Their chests puff out a little at your praise. 

“You know, uh, I’m actually the one who finally got it open.” Sebastian is proud to tell you. Chris and Anthony turn to scowl at him. “It was a group effort.” Your boys mumble.

You go to hug Sebastian first, which clearly irritates the others. He wraps his arms around you and then stiffens. He sniffs the air. “I’m sorry, but do you…do you smell like pickles?” 

“What?” You cry out in indignation and back away, but not before grabbing the jar from him. “Of course I don’t!” Anthony and Chris’ heads swing to you. “She smells like pickles?”

“She does.” Sebas confirms, crossing his arms over his impressive chest. “See, this right here is the reason I have trust issues.” 

Chris crooks his index finger at you. “C’mere, Y/N. Let me smell you.” You balk at that. No way, dude...

“First of all, I gotta tell you that that is such a weird thing to say. Also, no.” You reach for the glass of water sitting nearby, which only seems to arouse further suspicion. “If you must know, I took a couple shots of apple cider vinegar while you were out there. For the health benefits.” You shrug. “The smell is just probably in your nose or something.”

“Right.” Sebas mutters. “In my nose. Y/N, I think I speak for all of us when I say, you are so fucking lucky we love you.”

Anthony lets out a low whistle. “Don’t worry Sexy Sebas. We’ll deal with our girl tonight, and if necessary, you’ll get your apology tomorrow.” 

“Yes you will.” Chris confirms. “Enjoy your pickles, sweetheart. Hope it was worth it.” And with that they head outside, mumbling things about women being bizarre as hell. Oh well. 

More pickles for you!        

—

TikTok Prank #12: Pretend To Throw Out Your Man’s Prized Possession(s)

“Oh good god!” Chris screams from the top of the stairs as you are helping Anthony run lines for his next role. “Guys, we’ve been robbed!” Both men had just returned home from separate promotional tours. Anthony on Tuesday and Chris on Wednesday. You both immediately perk up at the sound of the panicked man’s voice.

“We’ve been what?!” Anthony’s wide eyes stray to yours. “What?” He breathes.

“I - I…” You stumble as you meet his gaze. “No - no we weren’t…I would have known…”

“And you would have said something, right?” You aggressively nod your head as Chris races down the stairs. 

“Dumpling, baby, there’s no way we could have been robbed.” You coo softly as you get up from your seat to stroke your thumbs over the apples of his reddened cheeks. He pulls your hands away to face Anthony. 

“Mack, you don’t get it. I went to add my latest pair of designer shoes to my collection, and every pair was gone.” He’s breathing hard now, his breath coming in quick hot bursts. “I’m not talking one or two! When I say every fucking pair, I mean every fucking pair!”

“What are you talking about, man?” Your other boyfriend asks as he tries to process what his best friend is saying. “Y/N has been here the whole time. If there was a break-in then she would have known. She would have called the police and then us, way before now.” He looks to you for confirmation. “Right?” He tries again when you don’t respond quick enough.

“Come see for yourself then, Mack. I swear to god that I’m not making this shit up!”

“Um, okay…about the shoes…” You nervously twirl your thumbs as you look away. Silently you turn and head up the stairs, knowing they’ll follow. After a moment, you reach your bedroom where Chris’ sneaker collection had once lived. It also held Anthony’s expensive ass watch collection as well. But you weren’t brave enough to ever try anything with those.

As you expected, they are hot on your heels. You stop when you reach your room, the tense silence hanging thick in the air. “So about the shoes…”

“Yeah, tell me all about my goddamned shoes, Y/N.” He folds his arms over his chest, as does the other man standing next to him. Neither one of them look even the slightest bit happy with you, and there’s a part of you that knows things are only going to get worse before they get better. 

“I may have…sold them while you were gone.” Seemingly of their own accord, your eyes close as you brace for the tidal wave that is Chris. Instead your ears are met with the sound of strained laughter. You open your eyes to see the man in question looking at you in disbelief as he laughs. The only real indication that it’s not any kind of a good laugh is the one lone tear that trails down his cheek as he does it. Anthony rests a comforting hand on his back.

Chris had snapped.

“Sweet girl…” Anthony is clearly digging deep for patience as he watches his friend sink to the ground, awash with grief. “Why? Just give me one good reason as to why you would have done that?” His voice is hard, which has you anxiously bouncing on the balls of your feet.  

 “Well, because he had said he wanted to do some spring cleaning and make some space. So I did that. But I didn’t just want to throw them out, so I sold them.” Chris looks ready to have an aneurysm. “But we made good money off it. $10,000, in fact!”

“$10,000?” He whispers to Anthony. “She sold my babies for $10k.” Aw, shit. Is he hyperventilating now? “Y/N, that was a $100,000 fucking shoe collection! For fucks sake!” He lays down on the floor. Your other boyfriend goes to sit next to him. 

“Y/N, sweetheart.” Anthony grits out. “You know how much we both love you, but right now I think you should leave. Just go downstairs or something until I can get him together.”

“But I -”

“GO!” They both point at the door. If you didn’t know what was really going on, their response would have made you cry. A lot. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” The sniffle you let out as you turn to leave is very real. “But before I do -” They both turn to glare at you so fast as if daring you to continue. “Come with me. What I have to show you might make you, both of you, a little less upset.”

You boys continue to glare at you. “Honeybear, help him up and then come on. And after, if you want, I’ll go. I’ll even leave the house and get a hotel.”

“She had better get a -” Chris interrupts. 

“Stop, man. Our girl is not leaving this house.” They both get up and let you lead them down the hall to a different room. You enter and then open a closet door before flipping on the light…

Surprising them both with a renovated and very generously expanded closet that contains all of the missing shoes. Every. Single. Pair. Anthony pulls you back against his big chest as Chris brushes by you with an excited screech. “They’re all here, Mack! All of ‘em. Right here!”

“I had the work done while you guys were gone.” You mumble, staring at the floor. 

“Y/N, baby…” Anthony leans down to whisper: “why do you always like to play such dangerous games with us?” He nibbles the shell of your ear.

“Thank you for the gift, sweet girl.” Chris murmurs from his place on the floor as he admires his collection. “But I’m going to warn you that as soon as I get the feelings back in my legs again, you need to be afraid. Very afraid.” The dark sincerity in his voice has you choking on air.

Meanwhile, Anthony’s arms remain firmly wrapped around your middle. “I’ve got her right here, homie. So take your time, because our baby’s not going anywhere.” His hand slips down your pants and into your panties, his fingers lightly swirling over your clit. He keeps going the longer Chris gazes at his shoes, his rhythm picking up, making you keen. 

“Can you at least allow me a head start for my good deed?” You whimper. Kind of pathetically. 

“No, Y/N. You’re staying right here. I’ll hold you all night long if I have to.” 

—

TikTok Prank #13: Tell Your Man That You’re Meeting Up with Your Ex

You’re sitting on the couch in the living room with Chris. He’s on one and you’re on the other, with some random CNN special quietly playing in the background. Your man is reading the latest issue of Time Magazine, while you’re busy wasting time on your phone.

After a while, you let out a sigh. You can feel him look up at you, but you choose to keep your eyes on your phone. When you don’t say anything more, he goes back to reading. A few minutes later, you sigh again and mumble “okay, okay, Eric, fine”.

Chris perks up again, his head tilting to the side. Eric? He thinks to himself. Wasn’t that the name of…no it can’t be. There’s no way you would even think of talking to him.

You fling an arm over your head and stretch. “Hey Dumpling? I gotta head over to my ex’s for a minute.” Flashing him an “it is what is” style grin you go to get up off the couch. 

“Excuse me.” He hisses. “Where do you think you’re going?” The look on his face lets you know that if he has any say about it, Eric’s house is the last place you’ll be going. 

“It’s no big deal, baby.” You try to reassure him. “He just told me he found some of my stuff and wants me to come pick it up. I said I would because I want it back.” Chris throws his magazine to the floor as he stands up. 

“What kind of shit could you possibly need from him after two and a half years?” Yeah, he’s pissed. And confused.

“Um, he told me found some of my books, a few pictures, a couple hoodies. Yeah, I definitely want those back - the books and the hoodies I mean.” To say Chris is anything but flabbergasted is putting it mildly. 

“Oh fuck this game.” He mutters. “Anthony!” He bellows. “Anthony, get down here!”

“Dumpling, wait - please.”  Chris holds up his hand at you. 

“No, you wanna go to Eric’s place? Then I guess we’re all going to Eric’s place. I don’t even get why you want some fucking hoodies you haven’t missed or worried about in almost three years.” He’s in full rant mode now. “You don’t even wear the ones you have, you always steal ours and –.” Chris pauses. You can see the wheels turning in his head, right as Anthony comes down the stairs, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. 

Damn is he fine. Both your men were.

“What, man?” He asks, clearly irritated. “I’m trying to get dressed.”

“Well then hurry up, because apparently the three of us are taking a trip.” He glares at you. “To Eric’s house.” Anthony looks at him as if he’s hit his head. “And just who the fuck is Eric, and why do we have to go there?”

You open up your mouth to respond, Chris isn’t having it. “Why, that’s Y/N’s ex. Apparently he’s been texting her.” Anthony’s full lips twist into a perplexed scowl. “He wants her to pick up some of her stuff after almost three years. Some books and some hoodies. Which she wants.”

Oy. Now they’re doing that thing where they talk about you as if you’re not here. 

“And why the hell would she want those? It’s not like she even wears the ones she has. She’s always wearing ours and -” Now the gears are spinning overtime in his brain too. 

Biting your thumb you try to interject, but they just keep going. “Chris, you and I both know we’re not letting our girl go to some deadbeat’s house to pick up some stupid fucking hoodies that she might’ve gotten from another man.”

“You’re right, Mackie.” They turn their heated gaze to you. “If our girl wants to wear a hoodie, she’s happy to raid one from either of our closets. She can even double up for all I care.”

“True enough. Because she knows that we were never a fan of the way he treated her in the first place.” Anthony crouches in front of you before gripping your chin in his hand. “And our sweet girl knows that if I saw him, I’d have to pop him in his mouth, and then it’d have to be something.”

Chris smirks at his words. “We both know that little bitch wouldn’t do shit.” He responds in reference to your ex.

“Right.” Anthony leans in to kiss your nose. “Which is why Y/N knows she’s not going over there. And if she can’t say “no”, then we’ll happily do it for her.” You’ve been so focused on your Honeybear that you’ve failed to notice that Chris is now hunched down next to you as well. 

“Do you need to give me your phone, baby girl?” Anthony coos softly, which is in sharp contrast to the fire in his eyes. “Do you need us to tell that little sad sac that you have all the hoodies you’ll ever need?” 

“No.” You whisper softly. “I - I got it. I’ll just block him. I don’t need those hoodies that bad.” You chuckle nervously. 

“There we go.” Chris purrs. “See, Mack? I knew she could be a good girl. It just takes a little coaxing.” Anthony slowly lets go of your chin.

“Thank you.” He grunts. “Now can I please finish dressing without any more interruptions? I’m looking at you, baby.” You quickly nod your head. “I’ll bring you one of my hoodies when I come back down. Little brat. 

—

TikTok Prank #14: Hide Under the Bed 

Since you enjoyed scaring your boys so much the first time, you figure it’s worth another go round. Tonight you tell them that you’re going out with your friend, Serena. Which you are. You just plan to arrive home earlier than they expect. Which you do. 

You know from the numerous, mildly tipsy texts that you’ve been receiving from them that they’re on their way home. Good. They’ve been teasing you all night, sending you message after message detailing how they plan to take you apart, work you over, and then put you back together again.

Knowing they’re due to arrive at any moment, you make your way upstairs. Stripping down to your black panties, pink cami, and black bra, you climb under the bed. It’s a tight fit for sure, but you’re committed to your cause. 

You lie in wait, only perking up when you hear Chris and Anthony make their way into the house from the garage. The sound of their raucous laughter warms your heart. You positively adored your men, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t love fucking with them. So you stay hidden. You’d made sure to silence and hide your phone in your underwear drawer, so even if they called you, they wouldn’t know you were already home. 

It takes a little while, but eventually you hear their heavy footfalls coming up the stairs.They begin talking softly when they enter the room.

“Aye Chris, what time is Y/N coming back? I want our girl home, man.”

You hear Chris sigh. “I don’t know, but hopefully soon. Give me a little more time to sober up and we’ll go get her.”

Anthony lets out a giggle. It’s manly, but it’s still a giggle nonetheless. “She’s gonna be so mad if we do that.”

“Yeah, but I kinda like it when she’s mad. She’s such a little handful.” The warmth in his voice has you positively melting.  

“Mmhm, but then we get to settle her down. Trying to get our feisty wildcat to purr like the little kitten we both know she is…man...”

“But you gotta love the fact that she only purrs for us.” Chris’ voice is positively dripping with pure male satisfaction. 

“I really want to make her purr right now.”

“Then let’s call a Lyft and go get our lady. Imagine how much fun we’ll have wrestling her into the backseat.” They both chuckle at that. 

And that’s when you realize that you’ve been so caught up in their conversation that you’d forgotten you had a job to do. Taking a deep breath, you take your fist and bang it against the wall, causing a loud “thump”. Both men go quiet.

“That was the house settling, right?” Anthony breathes out, suddenly sounding nervous. “Please tell me that that was the house settling.”

“Uh, yeah. Of course it was, man. In fact, it sounded like it came from this wall over here.” Their socked feet move closer to your hiding spot under the bed. Not being able to resist, you slowly reach out to tickle their ankles. 

“OH SHIT!” Anthony and Chris both squeak, yes squeak, at the same time, before suddenly leaping onto the bed and out of sight.

“Something touched me, bro.” Chris wheezes, clearly trying to catch his breath.

“Must have been a draft…” Anthony whispers, sounding rattled.

“Yeah, yeah. Except, the ceiling fan isn’t on and none of the windows are open.” They’re both breathing hard and on full alert. You pick that moment to bash one fist against the boxspring, while banging the other against the wall.

“FUCK THIS!” Chris all but bellows. But Anthony, well, your sweet Honeybear has had enough. From his position on the bed you hear him shout: “I don’t know who or what the fuck is in here, but our girl is coming home soon, which means me and my boy here are going to have to fuck you up!”

You hear Chris’ sharp intake of breath. “That’s right, Casper! So - so come on out and take your ass whooping like a man!”

You cover your mouth, torn between feelings of pride and straight up laughter. They were so cute that you decide it’s finally time to reveal yourself. 

“You really want to fight me, boys?” You giggle from underneath the bed. “I mean, I’ll take you on. But can I at least stretch first?” You’re actually surprised when you hear them laugh. You’re talking about deep, gut-busting laughter coming straight from your men.

They climb off the bed and kneel on the floor to peek at you. “You are in so much trouble, sweet girl. Get your ass out from under there.” They help tug you out, still laughing. Anthony kisses your forehead. “You just took another five years off our lives, honey. That puts you at fifteen.”

Chris’ hands go to tickle your waist. “Mackie’s right. Now how do you plan to make things up to us before we expire?” 

You drop down to your knees in front of them, hands going to the fastenings on their pants. “Hmm, I think I can come up with a few things.” You shoot them a mischievous as you take them into your mouth, one after the other. Over and over again

—

TikTok Prank #15: Get Your Man’s Reaction to the Infamous TikTok Leggings

Today you were going on a morning run. Your men were still sleeping, which gives you time to quickly tug on your new pair of those leggings everyone had been raving about on TikTok. You follow it up with donning a black sports bra and a baggy t-shirt, just before Anthony starts to wake.

“Mm…Y/N?” He murmurs sleepily, his hand reaching out in search of your warmth. Your men were so cute when they woke up. “Where you goin’ baby?”

“Just on a run, honey. Go back to sleep.”

“Skip it and come back to bed. Need you to keep me warm…” 

“Shhh.” You whisper, not wanting to risk him waking Chris. You brush a quick kiss over his forehead. “Sleep, big man. I’ll be back soon.” You watch as his eyes flutter closed. Adorable.

Lacing up your shoes, you head downstairs to grab your phone, headphones, arm band, and a spray bottle before heading out through the garage. You pause at your car, opening the trunk where you deposit your t-shirt and grab another package. And then you were off. 

Your run lasts about five minutes - just long enough for you to turn the corner and make it to your friend Rachel’s house. She greets you at the door with a mimosa. 

….

After about an hour you say your goodbyes and take off for home. You knew your men would be awake by now. But before you leave, you take your spray bottle full of water and wet yourself down so it looks like you’ve really worked up a sweat.

As you near the house, you notice Anthony is outside talking to a neighbor. He notices your approach before your boyfriend does. “Good morning, Liam!” You wave at him. Anthony turns around and stops in his tracks, momentarily stunned, his smile frozen on his face as he takes in your attire. You sidle up next to them. 

“Hey there, good lookin’!” You chirp, rising on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. You chuckle inwardly when you feel Liam’s gaze stray to your ass. “I just had the best run, but I am absolutely parched. See you guys later.”

You turn to walk inside, taking note of Anthony’s strangled gasp when he gets a load of your booty. Too bad you couldn’t shake it right now, but you make sure your hips sway with every step you take.

Two minutes later, you hear Anthony behind you. “Baby, I’m so glad you had a good run but…” You reach into the refrigerator for a bottle of water. “But what, honey?” He hops up and down just a little with restless energy. 

“I was just thinking that maybe you should workout inside from now on.” Your only response is a raised brow, lips coming together in a firm line. “You know we’ve got that whole home gym downstairs that we barely even use.” Huh?

“Oh? Could’ve sworn you and Dumpling used it all the time.” He struggles to answer just as Chris walks in. 

The other man immediately takes you in his arms. “Good morning, sweetness.” He growls into your neck. “Missed you in bed.”

“Oof!” You growl playfully. “Get off silly. I’m pretty gross right now. All this sweat and stuff…eww!”

“Aww, stop it, Y/N. You are the furthest thing from gross.” What you don’t know is that Anthony is behind you, motioning for Chris to look down. And when he finally does, he is mesmerized by the sight of your ass. “Damn.” He mouths at Anthony.

“I was just telling our girl here about the home gym downstairs.” He aggressively mimes for Chris to understand, which he quickly does. 

“He’s right, he did. But I didn’t forget it was there. You boys use it all the time. And I like to run. Outside.”

“But baby…” Chris murmurs as he releases you. “We could work out together.” You take another pull of your water bottle. “Me and Mack could lift, you know? Curl some weights. And you…you could run on the treadmill.” You blink up at him, the look on your face letting him know that you are so not convinced. 

“That’s right!” Anthony chimes in. “It’d be a whole little family affair.”

You turn your nose up at that suggestion. “Nah, running on a treadmill makes me feel like a hamster. Plus you guys make way too much noise when you workout. All that grunting and groaning…it’s too distracting.” You turn to head upstairs, giving both your men a good look at your legging-clad backside. You giggle softly when you hear their twin moans.

“Y/N, baby, but when you run outside you’ve got to think about cars…” Anthony growls as he jogs behind you.

“Thanks for the concern, Honeybear. But I run on the sidewalk, not in the street.”

And then comes Chris. “What about wild animals? Have you considered those?”

“Yep, he’s right, Y/N. We’re talking about stray dogs and cats…”

“Thanks for the concern, boys, but I’ll be fine. And you already know if I see either one, I will try to bring them home myself. So I’ll the one responsible for that battle.” You reach your bedroom and let out a sigh. Of course they’re still with you. 

“But then you’ve got to think about coyotes! They are taking over!” Anthony exclaims.

“He’s right. I just watched a whole special on it.” That makes you roll your eyes. 

“Coyotes? In the daytime? In this neighborhood? Okay.” You proceed to start getting undressed. “You know boys, typically I’d invite you to shower with me, but you’re both being weird so…” You take off your sports bra, letting your breasts go free. 

“Guys.” You whip around to face them. “You’ve never been this odd about my runs before. Does this have something to do with my leggings? Do you…not…like them?” Both Anthony and Chris immediately focus on your chest. You cross your arms, inadvertently pushing them up even higher. You then watch as their heads simultaneously tilt to the side.

“They’re the breast.” Chris coughs. “I mean the best!”

“Baby, we love your leggings. It’s something about that ass that has us all twisted up.” Anthony breathes as his large, rough hand goes to rub at his hardening cock. 

Paying them no mind, you yank your remaining clothing off your body and pad to the shower. “Well, gentleman, I’m about to shower. If either one of you can manage to untwist yourselves while the water heats up, then feel free to join me. If not, well…your loss.” With that you blow them both a kiss and stride into the bathroom.

“But if we untwist, then can we at least talk about the importance of stranger danger?” One of them cries out.   

END

[thebatfamfanatic]

Six Times He Met Her

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, guy taking advantage of a minor in first chap, mention of underage smut in fourth chap, making out?, violence, mentions of blood/injury, main character death, adult language, angst

A/N: First thing I’ve written on Tumblr!! Tell me if anybody likes it, or if I broke your heart. And yes, I know I’m evil.

1-

The first time he saw you was around 2:30 in the morning. Jason was squatting on the edge of a rooftop in Gotham, surveying the dark scenery below him.

Somehow, there was still plenty of traffic on the dirty streets, plenty of cars honking and driving around. Jason always wondered who the fuck needed to be somewhere at 2 am.

He fiddled with a loose seam on the Robin uniform he sported each night, hunting down the assholes of Gotham (pretty much 70% of the city) and putting them in jail, where they belonged.

At 16, Jason Todd technically should have been in bed, maintaining a healthy sleep schedule and doing some rich kid shit during the day. Of course, his adoptive (long story) father, Bruce Wayne, richest playboy in Gotham, employed him to be his little tweety bird sidekick at night, so here he was, at the rendezvous watching the streets. yay. A scream came from an alley nearby. Jason stood, stretched his legs, and leaped down from the roof onto the ground. He pinpointed the alleyway where the noise was coming from and raced into it. A girl, about his age, had been cornered by some bitch dude who thought he could take advantage of this girl. Not on Robin’s watch.

Before the girl could scream again, the guy was on the ground and Jason was helping her up. She shakily took the hand he offered her and looked him in the eye. Shit, she had gorgeous eyes. Jason froze for a second, lost in her beauty, before clearing in his throat.

“Hi. I’m Robin, uh, you probably knew that. Are you okay, ma’am?”

He hated the squeak that came out of his mouth. He sounded like a fucking 5 year old. The girl raised her eyebrow. She had recovered rather quickly. “You don’t have to call me ma’am. I’m not some rich-ass royal whatever from Britain.” Jason liked this one. Sassy, but just so. He inquired where she lived, and she gave him the address. With his grappling hook at the ready, Jason pulled her closer to him. She jumped at the sudden closeness, but seemed to enjoy it. Maybe? He didn’t know shit about girls.

Jason shot the hook, propelling them up in the air, and landed on a rooftop. They continued this routine until he got in front of her house. It was still several seconds before he released her waist.

She started to walk towards her door, before stopping.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Sorry, what?” Jason blinked.

“I thought you were smart, Robin. Its my name, dumb ass.”

Then Y/N disappeared into her house. Jason stood there foolishly outside on her front lawn for a while, thinking about the girl he had just met. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he realized 10 minutes later that he had forgotten to ask about where her family was and everything.

Oh well. Bruce would be expecting him anyways. Jason shot his grappling hook and started home, still dazed from the encounter.

2-

The second time you guys met was two weeks later. Jason was just Jason Todd, a normal 10th grader living in the shadow of his (adopted) older brother Dick Grayson. Nobody paid much attention to him, and he didn’t really mind. Mostly Jason focused on getting A’s in class and then retreating into the library until Golden Boy’s after school clubs were over.

That is, until you walked in. It sounded as if you had just moved here, and for a minute, Jason felt a little sorry for you. I mean, Gotham wasn’t the greatest place to spend high school, or any grade, in his opinion.

You looked at your schedule from across the hall and then up at the locker next to him. For a second, your eyes met his and Jason was content. Lost in those brilliant colors. And then you looked away and started walking towards him. He realized just in time maybe he should stop leaning over your locker as you stopped next to him.

“Hi. Y/N. Just moved here. Looks like we’re locker neighbors.”

Jason was about to reply with “I know” but restrained himself. “Jason. Nice to meet you. Congrats on moving to this shitshow.”

He managed to not grin like an idiot as you laughed. The sound was music to his ears, like beautiful bells. God, he was being sappy.

“It’s not much of a shitshow when you’re here.” Ooh, she flirts too. Jason smirked as you opened your locker and dumped your stuff inside, pulling out the things you needed for your first class.

The first bell shrieked just as you closed your locker. “See you around, Jason.”

The small smile you gave him made his day, and he almost forgot to get to class. Yes, you were certainly one of a kind, and yes, Jason wanted you. The question was how to get to that point.

3-

You guys had a couple classes together, and frequently sat at the same table during lunch, so it wasn’t long before you were quick friends with Jason. However, the next notable time you met was a little while after he got your number.

Jason was laying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through Tumblr as he thought about ways to ask you out.

Y/N, would you grant me the honor of going out with me? No, too Romeo and Juliet.

Hey, want to grab ice cream? He had to make it clear what his intentions were. Then it wouldn’t be weird if he kissed you, right?

Oh, god, if he fucking kissed you….what would that be like? Before Jason could start fantasizing, his fingers were flying across the keyboard and he had sent a text to you. What did he do, what did he-

Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to see that new movie this weekend. It seems like something you would enjoy.

Hm. That was actually pretty good. Where did he come up with that?

Jason had just started inspecting his fingers for some kind of sign of being possessed by smooth-with-girls-syndrome when you responded. He looked up and read it quickly.

Sure, I’d love that! Thanks for thinking of me ❤️

A heart. You had put a heart at the end of it. Did that mean you knew it was a date?

Jason sighed. He certainly hoped so.

4-

The weekend date went good. By the end of it, Jason was sure you knew it was a date. The second one passed, and then the third. The third one was when you hesitantly pecked him on the cheek. The fourth was when he kissed you actually. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was just enough for him to take you on a fourth date. An actual “will you go out with me on a date” kind of thing.

He took you to a restaurant in the fancy part of things. You two ate food that two broke 16 year olds technically shouldn’t have been able to afford, but Bruce helped Jason out.

Jason drove you home afterwards and discussed the topic of the upcoming summer during the car ride. What you were doing, where he was going. The entire time, Jason had butterflies in his stomach. He wasn’t sure how to act. Was he messing it all up, or were you actually into him?

Once he parked in front of your house and walked you up to the stoop, you looked at him. He noticed you were biting your lip nervously, and god, why did he think that was so hot? “My parents aren’t home.” It was the softest Jason had ever heard you speak, but he knew what you meant. He smiled gently, and kissed you again. This one was destined to last longer, and before either of you realized it, you had opened your door and you were leading him to your bedroom.

That night was one neither of you would forget, and by the end of it, Jason had officially asked out successfully.

5-

You and Jason spent a lot of time together after that. You met his older brother, Dick (who was very happy for Jason, too happy in his opinion) and his dad, Bruce Wayne. Bruce was cool, but very busy all the time.

By two months, Jason still hadn’t told you his identity as Robin, and he was running out of excuses. One day, you confronted him, assuming he was cheating on you. He tried everything, but he had to go out on patrol.

Jason left that night assuming you were broken up. The entire patrol, he wasn’t himself. Truth was, he loved you so much he was afraid of losing you. That had become his greatest fear. It was that night everything went wrong.

6-

You were out taking a late night walk. Down by the pier, a cold wind was blowing, and as you walked past warehouse after warehouse, you pulled your coat tighter.

You were affected as well, and confused about where you and your boyfriend stood. Did you guys just breakup? Did he love you? Did–

A scream echoed from one of the warehouses. You turned, afraid of stepping closer but afraid of leaving the person. Eventually, your curiosity won over and you climbed up several crates to peer into the window.

What you saw inside almost made you scream yourself. Robin, the hero everybody talked about, lay defenseless and bloody on the ground as a tall man-the Joker- whacked him over and over again with a crowbar.

You gasped, wanting to help, but you knew that would be foolish. You would just get in the way for a minute. Tears started to form in your eyes as Robin weakly cried out from the pain. He looked so…helpless.

Joker relentlessly beat him with the crowbar, and Robin’s mask began to come off. You rubbed the tears from your eyes just as the mask fell to the ground.

“No.” was the only thing that you could muster. Jason lay on the ground in the bloody Robin suit. Jason fucking Todd. There was your boyfriend, being beaten to death by the asshole of all assholes. That was why he kept disappearing at night, because he fucking protected the city!

You were mad at yourself for being so cruel to Jason without knowing what was really going on. You barely paid attention as Batman and Nightwing suddenly burst through the windows.

Joker laughed, and said something you couldn’t hear from the outside. Probably taunting Batman as he watched his apprentice get beat to death.

A fight broke out, Batman lunging at Joker as Nightwing rushed to Jason, laying broken on the ground. You had just enough time to duck as a Batarang came swooping out of the hands of the Caped Crusader and straight through the window you were looking through.

It was then you realized how close Jason was to death, and what you needed to do. The window pricked your jacket as you jumped through it, but you didn’t care. Gymnastics back in 6th grade helped when you landed awkwardly. Nightwing spun around, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that was Dick, which meant Bruce was Batman.

However, none of that mattered when Jason was half dead in front of you. Nightwing- Dick- made no effort to stop you as you knelt in front of Jason. “No, no, no.” You cradled his head in your hands, trying hard not to recognize how limp his body was, and how his chest barely moved as he struggled to breathe.

Jason’s eyes were closed, tears running down his face silently. You were crying as well, mumbling curses and things that made no sense.

“Please, don’t be dead. Please, I-I love you.”

You watched Jason make no acknowledgement he could hear you, watched him breathe once more. His chest rose and never fell.

You screamed and buried your head in his costume, not caring about getting blood on your face. Dick pulled you away wordlessly, out of the warehouse. You barely registered that the warehouse exploded behind you a few seconds later.

Dick let you sob into his shoulder for what seemed like hours. Him and Bruce exchanged a short conversation, both riddled with grief.

Six times you and Jason had met, and that was the last.

[little-moonbeam-666]

Fatal Chemistry *Part 1*

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, masturbation

Word count: 4200

Pairing: Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive) x Camgirl!Reader

Adam stared at Ian in disbelief, as if he had misheard his friend.

“Excuse me?”

“Listen, man, Y/N is great. She’ll be moving here in about a week and I promised her I’d find her a room to rent somewhere.”

Adam sighed, becoming annoyed. Why couldn’t Ian have asked him for anything else? ANYTHING but this.

“Who is she to you?” he asked, an edge to his voice.

“Y/N is an old friend of mine from school. She’s like a little sister to me. Man, I promise you she wouldn’t be any trouble. She’s clean, she’s quiet, hell… her favorite activity is reading and writing. She’s quieter than a church mouse. You’d hardly even be able to tell she was here. And money’s not a problem, whatever you want, she can pay it. She’s self-employed. But she knows that renting a whole apartment to herself would be way more expensive than renting a room from someone. Just know I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate.”

Adam was at a stand still. Almost everything in him wanted to scream ‘No!’ and be done with it, but there was a small sliver of… something… that was telling Adam to give this girl a shot to prove to him that not all zombies were horrible. If she was anything like Ian, maybe he could tolerate her.

After all, since Eve had died a few years ago, he had been rather lonely with nobody to talk to. He had nobody to share his ideas or interests with. He was alone. Besides Ian, who always had a positive word to say.

“What does she do for work?” Adam questioned further.

“She’s uh…. Well…” Ian stammered. “She’s a… sex worker… of sorts. A cam girl. Like she does live shows that people pay to watch. But I swear she wouldn’t bother you at all.”

Adam felt as if he may come to regret the decision he was about to make, but fuck it.

“Fine. She can rent a room here. But she better be as clean and quiet as you say she is. I don’t require much for rent, so tell her $350 a month and the room is hers.”

Ians face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Adam, thank you so much. Y/N will be so excited to know I found her a place.”

“Don’t mention it.” Adam said, no expression in his voice whatsoever. “So what day will she be here?”

“She’ll be here next Monday. Probably later in the evening ‘cause she booked an afternoon flight.”

“Great. I’ll have the room ready for her.”

“Again, Adam, thank you. I’m gonna head home so I can give Y/N a call and let her know the good news.”

Adam didn’t say another word as Ian headed out the door. Now he had plenty of time to clear out the instruments and boxes of vinyl records from the spare bedroom that he planned on letting you use.

He got up from the couch and made his way down the hall to the spare bedroom, right next door to his own, and slowly pushed the door open. He grumbled to himself, seeing the piles of vinyl records that he needed to relocate. He grumbled out a sigh along with a few choice curse words and got to work.

Meanwhile in Montana, you had just gotten off the phone with Ian after he had told you that he had found you a room to rent. And also that the guy who you’d be moving in with was a friend of his.

Ian’s description of Adam was a bit vague and you couldn’t tell too much from it. Ian described him as introverted, a musician, and a man of few words. Not much to go off. Definitely not enough to conjure up a decent assumption about the man.

You were too excited to sleep so you decided to pack up the rest of your things, which in all honesty wasn’t a lot. Just some books and clothes.

Getting up from your bed, you headed over to your dresser to begin packing up your socks, bras, and panties. And let's be honest,  you had A LOT of bras and panties due to your line of work. And you weren’t ashamed of it either. You loved your job. You got to pick your own hours, it gave you an excuse to buy cute lingerie, and the payout was great.

Your next show wasn’t scheduled for another 2 weeks, giving you time to get moved and settled into your new place. And you prayed that Adam didn’t mind your line of work or living with him might be a bit awkward. Maybe he’d actually like what you do and want to be a part of it.

That was your last thought before you realized you had several empty drawers and all the previous contents of them folded neatly on your bed, ready to be put in an empty box. You smiled at a job well done, deciding it was late and that you needed to head to bed.

The next Monday came before you knew it. That day you had managed to tie up any loose ends you had in Montana and by late afternoon you were at the airport with your several suitcases of belongings. Detroit was only a few hours away!

The flight was quiet and gave you time to relax and really think about the fact that you had a new home now. Now that you thought about it, you really didn’t know all that much about Adam. Ian gave you the bare minimum information and told you that he trusted him and apparently at the time, that was good enough for you.

Your thoughts were still racing as you got off the plane and gathered your suitcases. You were nervous and excited and honestly just ready to meet your new room mate.

The lights of Detroit were a blur as a cab drove you past downtown, so far out that there were hardly any lights. Most of the houses looked abandoned, and the ones that had lights on weren’t very well kept.

Well, Ian did warn you that it was out of the way and your neighborhood was quiet.

The cab finally came to a stop in front of a large house, dim lights shining from the inside. You double checked the address on your phone and matched it with the metal numbers on by the front door. This was it. Your new home.

You quickly paid the driver and grabbed your bags from the trunk and watched the cab turn around and drive back towards town.

When you turned back to the house, you had time to really take it in. It was old and falling apart, but you could tell it had character. The yard was a bit overgrown and it looked like there was a privacy fence around the back.

A sudden movement caught your eye, causing you to look up. The silhouette of a man stood in the window of the 2nd floor. He quickly disappeared once he saw you.

You grabbed your things and made your way to the front door. Before you even had a chance to knock, the door swung open revealing the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. This must be Adam. He was barefoot, wearing black skinny jeans and an ancient maroon colored robe that hung open, revealing his pale chest and stomach. You had to keep yourself from staring too long.

“Hi, you must be Adam. I’m Y/N.” You said, giving him a small smile.

“Come in.” he said quietly, reaching to take 2 of your heavy suitcases, bringing them into the house like they weighed nothing. 

You grabbed your remaining suitcase and followed him inside and shut the door. He didn’t say another word and made his way up the stairs with your things, so you followed. You had to watch your step once you made it upstairs, boxes of what looked like antiques, books, and records lined the halls. You followed Adam to a room at the end of the hallway before he set your things down and turned to you.

“This is your room. Bathroom is down the hall to the right. Kitchen is downstairs. It’s not stocked, so you’ll have to fend for yourself.” he stated simply. You nodded your head in agreement.

“Thank you.” you said, giving him a smile. He just gave you a nod before turning and walking away. 

You made your way into the room, noting that it was larger than your old bedroom. And there was a king size bed which was also nice. It would work well for your shows. Your walls were a dark navy blue wallpaper, patterned with golden floral designs which you admired greatly. You would have to properly thank Adam for letting you live here with him.

You moved your suitcases to one side of the room by the huge ancient looking dresser and decided to go find Adam. As soon as you stepped out into the hall you could hear the sound of a violin echoing through the house. You toed off your shoes, kicking them into your room before following the pretty sounds. 

Eventually you found what looked to be like a makeshift living room, littered with wires and cables running across the floor and instruments everywhere. Adam stood at one side of the room, facing away from you, the violin placed under his chin as he played. You leaned gently against the door frame, listening to the sad, haunting sounds coming from the instrument. After a few minutes of listening in awe, the music stopped. He didn’t turn around, but he spoke.

“It’s not finished yet. Can’t seem to find the right way to end it.” he said.

“Well it’s beautiful. I loved it.” you said, making your way over to the curved pink couch in the middle of the room.

You watched as Adam silently put the violin back in it’s case. He came over and sat on the opposite end of the couch, as far away from you as he possibly could, not saying a word. The silence practically echoed in your ears but it gave you a good chance to really look at him. 

His wild black hair, his perfectly straight nose, chiseled cheekbones. His eyes were stunning. They were a golden yellowish green color in the right light. Your gaze wandered to his slender neck down the hard planes of his chest and stomach, exposed by his robe hanging wide open on either side of him. Your stare lingered on his abs and the trail of dark hair that led down into his pants. You could feel your heart beat faster at the naughty thoughts that popped into your head.

Adam chuckled to himself, catching your attention.

“Thank you, Adam.” you said quietly, hoping to drop the fact that he’d just caught you openly gawking at him.

He turned his head to look at you.

“For what?”

“For letting me live here. I really appreciate it.” you clarified. He nodded in understanding.

“Yeah. Ian likes you, so I figured you couldn’t be that bad.”

“I promise I won’t be any trouble to you.” you said sincerely. He didn’t say anything, so you decided it would be best to go back to your room and unpack.

You got up, bidding Adam goodnight. All you got in response was another nod of his head.

2 weeks passed and you and Adam grew closer. He grew to trust you. There were some deep intellectual late night conversations. And sometimes you’d stay up a little later to listen to him play something on one of the many instruments he owned. The two of you had formed a bond. He was a man of few words but you appreciated that. You could just co exist and nothing had to be said.

It was finally time for your first show since moving. You moved around your room, grabbing anything you might need.

Your outfit for the night was a black velvet set with lace trim and a black silk robe to go overtop.

Looking at yourself in your vanity mirror, you smiled as you applied a coat of clear lipgloss over the nude pink lipstick you wore. You were finally ready.

Meanwhile in the room next to yours, Adam could hear you greeting your viewers as you went live. This was your first show since moving in so he had never heard you before. His vampire hearing allowed him to hear everything you were saying and doing as if you were in the room with him.

As your words became more explicit, he managed to mentally block you out. And he was able to keep that block up for a while and focus on the book he was attempting to read. Until he heard it. A long, strung out, pornographic moan accompanied by the buzzing of a vibrator. His cock jumped at the sound. He’d be lying if he said he’d never thought about you. You were breathtakingly beautiful, even for a zombie.

 Adam hated that he may just be developing feelings for you. You were always so enthusiastic about the music he made. He loved the way you’d sway along to whatever song he was playing, a smile on your face. Your laugh when he’d make a joke sounded so bright. He hated these feelings and thoughts about you. He was a vampire and you were a zombie. It would never work.

Your voice caught him off guard. You were talking to your viewers… about him. And your words were far from innocent.

“My new roommate is so fucking hot… Oh fuck! God, when I watch him play guitar all I can think about is his long fingers and how I bet he could finger me so good. Mmmm and don’t get me started on those tight ass skinny jeans he wears. Literally doesn’t leave anything to the imagination, his cock has to be huge. Oh god, and he has no clue that I touch myself every night wishing he was fucking me. Fuck, I wish he was fucking me right now.”

Adam couldn’t believe what he’d just heard you say. You really thought about him like that? You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you? He had to do something about it… right now. He could hear your moans and whimpers rising in pitch and he knew you were close.

He got up, wearing nothing but his skinny jeans, and made his way to stand in front of your bedroom door. Was he really about to come into your room while you were on live? He thought about it for a second and decided it was now or never.

He slowly pushed your door open, revealing the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen in his 500 years.

Your laptop was placed on a stand at the foot of your bed, letting your viewers see everything. You were sprawled out on your bed with your head thrown back, your hair a halo around your head, and your legs spread wide giving Adam the perfect view. Your panties were pulled to the side, giving you access to your most intimate parts and the cups of your bralette were pulled down, letting your breasts become exposed. One of your hands held a vibrator directly on your clit and the other was pinching at one of your nipples.

Adam wanted so badly to walk over to you and please you himself, but you were still on live. So he opted to just lean against the door frame and enjoy the show. And by the desperate sounds spilling from your lips, you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close.” you moaned, your eyes squeezed shut and your hips bucking wildly against the vibrator.

Adam gently cleared his throat, just loud enough for you to hear. Your head snapped up and you looked directly at him, eyes wide in shock. You were about to pull your hands away from your body but he shook his head ‘no’ at you and gave you a reassuring smile, silently telling you to continue.

You glanced at your computer, noting the comments section was now filled with questions about what just happened. You smiled and leaned back again, pressing the vibrator harder against  your clit, moving it in circles.

“Oh my god, guys, my roommate literally just walked in and he’s watching me from my doorway. Fuck, I bet he heard me talking about him.” you moaned out, looking at Adam. He smirked and reached a hand down to rub at the bulge in his pants.

“Oh fuck, I need to cum!” you squealed, rubbing the vibrator vigorously against your aching clit. You glanced at Adam, wanting his permission. He nodded his head and mouthed the word ‘cum’. 

Your orgasm washed over you, making your legs shake violently and your eyes roll back. You turned off your vibrator and tossed it to the side. You could feel the sheets beneath your ass were sopping wet. Your eyes went wide as you realized what just happened. You fucking squirted. You had never managed to do that before. You wanted to be embarrassed but you were too exhausted. 

You sat up and made a show of  keeping your legs spread so everyone could see your puffy glistening folds.

Holy fuck, Adam had never been so turned on. He waited for you to bid your goodbyes to your viewers and shut your laptop before approaching you.

“Adam, I’m so sorry, I never meant for-” you started, but you were cut off by Adam’s lips on yours, silencing you. You smiled into the kiss before he gently pulled away.

“No apologies, love. Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed.” he said gently before leaving your room and heading to the bathroom.

The sound of the water running while he was in the bathroom gave you a moment to process what just happened. Adam had heard you. He came over to your room. And he watched you masturbate while thinking about him. And you enjoyed every second of it. Holy shit.

Adam came back a moment later with a warm damp washcloth.

“Lay back.” he said, barely above a whisper.

You did as he said and laid back on your pillows. You watched as he gently pulled your panties down your legs and then used the washcloth to wipe off your inner thighs, moving his way up to your now very sensitive pussy. You spread your legs a little to give him more room. You didn’t miss the smirk on his face as you did so.

He gently wiped the remnants of your orgasm from your skin, the washcloth nudging against your over sensitive clit, making your hips jolt from the contact.

“Mmm Adam.” you gently moaned, spreading your legs a little further apart, your lower lips separating on their own and exposing your still swollen clit. You knew you would be overstimulated but you didn’t care.

“We shouldn’t. You’re too sensitive to actually take me right now. But if you want, I can give you one more. But you have to promise me you’ll get some rest afterwards.”

You nodded vigorously, your eyes wide with lust as you watched Adam set the washcloth down on your night stand. You could feel yourself becoming slick again at the thought of Adam making you cum. Your mind was too clouded with lust to think about the consequences.

“Bra off, love.” he ordered and you quickly complied before laying back down.

Adam got on the bed next to you, laying down on his side so he could watch your face as he pleasured you. He lifted his hand and gently placed it on your breast, gently squeezing before letting his middle finger slowly rub over the hardened tip, making you whimper.

“That’s it, baby. Just relax for me.” he whispered in your ear, leaning down to kiss at your neck. You heard him inhale deeply before he let out a feral sounding growl.

“Adam, please!” you begged as he pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. The sensation sent jolts straight to your throbbing cunt.

“What do you want, Y/N? You have to use your words.” he said, continuing to abuse your sore nipple before switching to the other.

“Fuck, I want…. Ohhhh….. I want you to play with my pussy.” you said, making Adam smile.

“Oh I’ll play with your pussy, baby. Would you like my long fingers that you like to stare at while I play guitar…” he started, letting his hand skim down your stomach, stopping at your hip bones. “Or would you prefer my tongue?”

You groaned thinking about his fingers. You’d imagined what the long digits would feel like inside of you. As much as you wanted him to lick and suck at your throbbing core, you already knew your answer.

“Your fingers! Please!”

Adam chuckled, letting his fingers graze lightly over the top of your pubic bone.

“Mmm I thought so.”

He let his finger trail down to gently trace down the seam of your pussy. You spread your legs further apart and bucked your hips.

Adam quickly maneuvered your leg closest to him to rest over top of his legs, holding you open for him before moving his hand back to your dripping slit, letting his fingers slide between your folds to caress your hole, but never dipping inside. He could feel you clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled by him.

He tested the waters, dipping the very tip of his middle finger into you before pulling it out. You whined at the loss. Slowly he pushed it back in, pushing in further than he did before, all the way to the second knuckle. He set a slow pace, pulling out before pushing back in until he’d worked the entire length of his finger into you.

You looked over, catching Adams' attention. You reached up and curled your fingers around the back of his head, pulling him down so you could kiss him. He slowly inserted a second finger beside the first, stretching your walls and making you moan into his mouth. His tongue danced with yours as he sped up the pace with his fingers, curling them slightly to drag against your g-spot.

Adam pulled away from the kiss to watch your face as he began to piston his fingers in and out of you at an almost inhuman speed. Your eyes shut as you embraced the pleasure flooding through you. He could feel your walls squeezing his fingers.

“That’s it, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me!” he encouraged, leaning down to kiss and nip at your neck.

Just as you were about to cum, you turned your head in his direction. Adam pulled his head back to look at you, but what you saw must have been a trick of the light or the pure euphoria that washed over you in that moment. For a split second, it looked like Adam had fangs. You barely had a half a second to think about it as your orgasm came crashing down, your walls squeezing Adams fingers.

Your eyes were screwed shut from the intense pleasure and when you opened them again the fangs, or whatever you saw, was gone. It was just normal Adam smiling down at you. As you gazed up at him, he gently withdrew his fingers from your still pulsing core and brought them to his mouth and slowly sucked your juices off of them.

“Adam…” you mumbled sleepily, halfway embarrassed from watching him taste you for the first time.

“You taste so sweet, baby.” he said, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Adam… what just happened… we just…” you stuttered, not knowing the right words to say. You literally just got finger fucked by your roommate of 2 weeks and he’s acting like it’s completely normal.

“I know, baby. We have a lot to talk about, but we’ll talk tomorrow evening. Rest, darling.” he stated.

As soon as you shut your eyes, you felt yourself being lifted. Your eyes snapped open and you realized that Adam was carrying you out of your room.

“Where are we going?” you asked, sleep lacing your voice.

“My room.” He said as he stepped out into the hallway and turned into his room. It was dark, like your own and the bed was just as big with black silk sheets.

He gently laid you down on the silky sheets before pulling the comforter up over you. You were about to sit up and complain about being alone when you saw him unbuttoning his pants and pushing them to the ground. You quickly averted your eyes, noting that he went commando. You felt the bed dip beside you and saw that he was crawling in bed next to you.

He reached his arms and pulled you tightly against him. Your back was pressed against his chest and you could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. Your immediate response was to wiggle your ass against him, but as soon as you started, he gripped your hips, holding you still.

“Adam, I…”

“Y/N, you promised me you’d sleep. Now rest, darling.” he said, burying his nose against your neck. You did as you were told and shut your eyes, falling asleep in Adams arms.

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[darthwheezely]

dating fred weasley and being a ravenclaw

wow i am a SIMP for this man! this ain’t new info but! he is truly such a divine man and like…yeah i had to- also this might be longer because Fred has a lot more things to cover in terms of this and his own issues sksksjjs

warnings: light smut, angst at parts, wicked hot men named frederick gideon weasley, mentions of sexual degrading and not the hot or kinky kind :/ basically dudes being scumbags

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fred thinks you’re an actual literal on god 111% angel sent by god

i swear-

he basically runs into (…literally) when escaping from filch, and knocks into you coming out of transfiguration

and i shit you not, he catches you by the waist like mid dip

oh my GOD please I’m in love with him

Fred Weasley, professional jackass, looked down at you hand still on your waist. He grinned at you and winked and you swore to god you heard the sparkle sound effect. “Hullo, gorgeous.” He heard filch scream “WEASLEY!” and broke away from you, pulling you up and pushing you off of him, leading a running filch to slip in the middle of the hallway, the hall erupting in laughter: including you. Fred inhaled harshly, heart pounding at you laughing at something he managed to pull off. “I’ll…I’ll see you again, yeah?” You froze smiling in place. “Um…yeah…yeah you will?” “Yeah?” He grinned. “Yeah.” With another wink he sped off down the hall…

he couldn’t stop thinking about the wicked hot girl in the hall

god what house was she he thought?

oh shit she had blue on fuck she’s a ravenclaw he thinks. why does he think like that?

she’s outta my goddamn league, he thought before he could stop himself

“Freddie, I know you’re not giving up on the idea of this girl this easy.” George shook his head smirking in the Hall.

“I’m not giving up on anything - she’s just…too good for me.”

“Mate, you know nothing about her except how her eyes ‘sparkled like the stars’ or some whack Tolstoy shit like that…besides, you always did love a challenge, yeah?” At that Fred grinned.

“Georgie, I was thinking exactly the same thing…”

frederick gideon weasley knew what he had to do

FUCKING RUN AROUND THE CASTLE AND LOOK FOR YOU DUH

i swear he probably skipped like a half a day of classes just running from classroom to classroom tryna find your gorgeous self

he also probably was like “anyone seen a literal angel around” and everyone was just like ~please shoot this kid he cannot be deadass~

anyway, he’s starting to run out of breath guys, pobrecito is about to give up for the day and throw in the towel but then

then, fellas and foals-

he sees you

sitting in the center of the quidditch pitch

reading a book and writing in your notebook

and god when i tell you he physically had his ass floored

i mean, Jesus Christ, it’s the way you were just serenely sitting in HIS favorite place in hogwarts, not even in the stands, just absorbing life in the ACTUAL PITCH just

just being there

“What are you doing here, love?” You look up and see Fred, chest heaving, rosy cheeked and fucking glorious. He looked otherworldly with the sun at his back, seemingly glowing. “Knitting a sweater.” You said coolly, and gave a small smile. He bit his lip and made his way over to you and sat down in front of you.

“I’d like that sweater somewhere else, gorgeous.”

“Where, in your mum’s dirty laundry?” He scoffed

“No silly, on me but I’ll take that option too ;)”

You scoffed back and rolled your eyes. “On you? Please, this is made to fit an actual person with a body, Fred.”

“And I don’t have a good enough body for it?”

You bit your lip, gathering courage to look straight back at him. “I wouldn’t know I haven’t seen it.”

and that alone has Fred Weasley garnering a massive tent in his pants

He gulped. “Whats your name, darling?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

He grinned, blushing wildly. “Y/N, you’re never getting rid of me now”

that, my dear, was the truth at its finest

for the first time, he’d found a woman that matched his energy

his banter his intellectual mind was finally satisfied by this beautiful, honest, blunt girl that made him

HIM, THE MAN THAT CAN NEVER SHUT THE FUCK UP, be still.

be quiet. be at peace

“freddie, don’t fucking prank first years you’re better than that”

“Fred, please don’t be a bully. You’re not an unkind person so don’t act that way, okay? Come on”

it’s about three to five days of just non stop flirting

constantly leaving him breathless and without a rebuttal, again something no one has ever been able to do

after this period, he’s eating in the great hall, not having talked to you today and bouncing his knees violently

and he sees you get up and leave the hall

this prompts him to get up and run after you

“Y/N!” You turn to see him running full speed behind you, and you smile widely, blushing a fair ton as he stops in front of you, chest heaving. Your smile falters as he doesn’t say anything “Fred, w-what’s wrong?” He then bites his lip “I’m sorry but I have to” and presses his mouth to yours. You kiss back immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck as he backs you up against the wall. The kiss is hungry, passionate, and after a few moments he pulls off you and leans his forehead to yours. “I need you.” He says hoarsely. “And I need YOU, Freddie.” He smiles and you wrap your legs around his waist…

from that moment, you two are inseparable

we are talking handsy too

oh fuck this about to get fluffy as hell

freddie basically waits until you’re out of class and then will pin you against the wall and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years

“My angel, it’s been far too long.” He says breathlessly, smiling wide before giving you a kiss attack, sending ammunition of kisses all around your face, making you giggle uncontrollably. “My love, it’s only been an hour,” you say in between full body laughter. He then stops, looking at you very seriously. “Darling, that simply will not do,” he clucks and then throws you over his shoulder, sending you into fits of laughter again as he takes you to your next class.

you and fred have so much sex

empty classrooms

in his dorm

in your dorm

in the locker rooms

in the library

“Freddie, harder baby, please” you gasp out as he’s thrusting inside of you at a rhythmic pace, him slipping into you like hot oil, skin slapping as he has you in the shower. “How much do you need me, angel? Cmon love I wanna hear your words...” “yes, yes I need you please” you moan as he hits a new angle “That’s my princess, taking me so well, do you love it when I fill you up? Fuck you so good you can’t walk?” You nod and throw your head back. “Freddie, I’m gonna come” “Good girl, princess, come all over my cock” He growls setting a faster and harder pace, as he chants your name like a hymnal, his hips and movements getting sloppier as he finally releases into you, chest heaving and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Where should we try next, gorgeous, hmm? I think snape’s office should do it, he won’t even know us from the grease stains from his nose” this earns him a smack on the arm

fred marks you up constantly too

wants everyone to see how much his “good little princess” really feels

anything that says “I choose/belong to fred weasley” he’ll make you do

and you adore it and think it’s hot as fuck

he’s also marked his name onto your thighs and boobs before

george basically accepts the fact that you’re his new baby sister too, and when fred isn’t there will protect you like it ashsajdsahjsa

by this i mean fred has employed him to (but mainly george just does it because he loves you too)

but basically

during potions, draco slides in next to you and propositions you:

“How about we strike a deal, Y/L/N?” He looks at you smugly. You roll your jaw. “Yeah I agree, you shut the fuck up and let me pass our project, and I get all the credit without you destroying my handiwork?” He flares red and grabs your wrist. “I know Weaselbee the fourth probably tastes like the rest of his family - trash - but how I about I let you try something different, hmm?” You immediately pull away from him when he releases and make an attempt to focus back on your book. 

fred obviously hears about this because some slytherin guys in the hallway are talking about how much Y/N wants to suck Malfoy’s dick

he’s not stupid, he knows you get sexualized by that dumbass constantly, even before y’all started dating

basically he finds draco in the boys bathroom, corners him, and beats the fuck out of him 

“if you ever get near my girlfriend again, i swear to godric i won’t be so nice next time - don’t wanna get your balls cut off before 17 do you?” 

oh and he’s stupid hot when he’s mad btw but we all been knew

he finds you where he always finds you once you start dating, in his dorm stop his bed

He swallows thickly at the sight of you clearly upset, watching you sit up immediately tears welling in your throat as you begin to apologize. “Freddie, love, I didn’t do anything I promise I didn’t want him to come onto me-“ “Y/N, it’s never your fault. You have to trust me with that I...I hate seeing people hurt you love.” He pulls your body into him whne he reaches the bed, touching you like you’re porcelain, careful not to break you. “I know I get violent and angry or pouty when guys do that to you because I feel like you’ll either choose someone else or I can’t protect you and...you mean everything to me, my angel.” He whispers into your hair, tears stealing on his cheeks. “I promise no one will hurt you anymore because I love you and loving someone means you do anything for them.” He babbles like a small boy, convincing himself of everything until he realizes he’s said it and he inhales. “Y/N y-you don’t have to say it ba-“ “I want to say it back. Remember? I love you and I need you, Fred.” You look up at him softly, chin on his chest and he smiles through tears on his face. “And I love you and I need YOU, my love.”

fred knows you love him and choose him over everyone but again

he gets insecure

in the way George is scared people won’t see him as Fred

fred is afraid you’ll find someone better

someone more stable and less quick tempered

you guys have fights sometimes that end in frustration or angry sex

but fred is always there an hour later sitting outside your dorm door praying to god you forgive him for his mistake

he’s never abusive or malicious

he just gets impulsive with pranks or doesn’t consider feelings sometimes

ON TO THE BURROW!!!!

molly is so thankful for you and hugs you immediately as you walk through the door whispering

“Thank you for making my son feel how he deserves” and your eyes water lightly murmuring a thank you

you instantly catch bill’s attention as he notices the way fred is so much calmer and confident with you around

he seems more sure of himself, and not as angry

his temper too is calmer with your presence, as if the very essence of you is soothing to all youre around

he is, so so in love with you

and yes he can be brash

and yes he can be insecure

and yes he can be impulsive

but yes he would do anything for you

but yes he sees you like no one else can

but yes he knows you struggle and he wants to be there

fred weasley is absolutely incandescently in love with you

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[tuiccim]

TikTok Trend: #ItsSettled

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 1653

Warnings: Angst, language

Summary: Work at Anvil yields results and dangerous temptation.

A/N: Divider by @whimsicalrogers

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You sit across from Billy in his office and prop your feet on his desk while giving him a shit eating grin. 

“So, what’s this offer, Mr. Russo?” 

“Consulting on an as needed basis for training, security, so on.” Billy’s dark eyes stare into your own. 

Despite feeling insulted, you keep your expression benign. You had expected a job offer and had planned to counter with consulting. “I told you, my consulting fee is hefty.”

“That’s not a problem. Plus, I don’t think it's the right time for you to be leaving the Avengers and I think you feel the same.” 

“Mind reader now, are we?” You smirk.

“Not usually. There are so many things going on here and with the Avengers. I think you’d like to keep a finger in both pies for the time being.” Billy returns your smirk. 

“I don’t fuck my employers. Mixing business and pleasure only causes trouble.” You counter. 

“That’s disappointing but, as much as I’d like to take you to bed, you’re worth more to me as an asset.”

“Then it’s settled.” You stand and shake Billy’s hand. This was going to be fun. 

--

A few weeks into your consulting position and you had already improved several of Anvil’s procedures. Billy was quite pleased with your progress. You had earned his trust, proven your loyalty, and was now a trusted member of his team. He had fed your disdain for Steve and Tony, as well as the entire situation with Bucky. He hated the Avengers and was glad to bring you into the fold. 

Finished with running a training exercise that day, you had just dismissed the team you were working with when you felt a breath fan across your neck. 

“Watching you take down men twice your size almost makes me regret employing you.” Billy says. He often flirts this way. 

You lean back into him and look over your shoulder, “But then your business wouldn’t be running so damn smooth.”

“And my cock wouldn’t be so achingly hard all the time.” Billy whispers in your ear. 

“Mmmm,” you release a small moan and rub your hips against him, “then may I suggest a cold shower?” You laugh as you pull away and finish stowing gear. 

“Fucking tease.” Billy chuckles. 

“Absolutely.” You smile as you unzip your tac suit just enough to give a peek of your breasts. 

“I have a job for you.” Billy’s voice is gravelly. 

“What would that be?” You hop up on a crate to sit. Billy immediately positions himself between your legs and cages you with his arms. 

“I need some intel.” Billy states while bringing his lips to your neck. 

“On?” You lean your head to give him access. 

“Carl Creel.” 

“And who is he?” You whisper as Billy’s lips travel up and down your neck as he speaks. 

“A bad guy. I just need some info on him. Stark and SHIELD have dealt with him in the past. I believe Stark even ran some tests on his abilities.” Billy’s teeth scrape against your skin deliciously. 

“And how, mmmm, how am I supposed to get that to you? Everything is encrypted and shielded from leaving the Tower.”

“Put it on this thumb drive and hand it off to Benjamin Poindexter in R&D. He works for Stark and can get it out of the building undetected.” Billy says. 

You pull back and look at Billy, “Will it piss Tony off if you apprehend this guy?”

“Immensely.” 

“Consider it done.” You grin. 

--

You head to a meeting with the Avengers team, but when you get to the meeting room, a different one than normal, the door is locked. 

“No electronics. All devices must be checked.” FRIDAY announces. A drawer pops out of the wall. You place your phone and tablet in it and turn expectantly to the console. “Your watch also, Agent.” Friday pronounces. You roll your eyes before removing the watch and dropping it in as well. The door buzzes and you are finally allowed entry. 

“Good, we’re all here.” Steve says from inside the room. 

“What is this room?” You ask as you look around at Tony, Steve, Natasha, Bucky, Sharon, Sam, and Artie. 

“It’s entirely shielded. Nothing electronic can get in or out. No cameras, no audio, nothing.” Tony smirks. “Since we know who our mole is now we can’t have this meeting in the conference room.” 

“So, we can say or do anything in here without it getting out?” You ask to be sure.

“Exactly.” Tony says. “We need to make plans.”

“Yeah, yeah. One minute.” You say as you walk to Bucky. Jumping into his arms, you crash your lips into his.

Bucky’s chest rumbles with a chuckle and once you pull back he grins, saying “Hi Doll.”

“Hey baby.” You whisper against his lips. 

Steve clears his throat loudly causing you and Bucky to laugh. 

“Shut it, Punk. We haven’t been able to even be in the same room for weeks. Give us two minutes.” Bucky grouses at his best friend. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry.” Steve says. 

“I still don’t think the two of you dating is the best idea.” Artie pipes in. You and Bucky both flip him off while sharing another kiss. 

When you finally separate, you turn to Sharon, “Hey, friend, how are you doing?”

“Good. Been dating a really sweet guy, but I think he’s interested in someone else.” Sharon winks at you. 

“Thanks for doing this. I know the publicity wasn’t really what you wanted.” You say. 

“Just one of those things. I don't mind you owing me a favor.” Sharon smirks. 

“Actually, the polling on you two dating is extremely favorable, Agent Carter.” Artie announces. 

“Artie, shut up.” Steve says as he puts an arm around Sharon. “Hi Beautiful.”

“Hi.” Sharon whispers sweetly to Steve. 

Artie groans, “Oh, this is going to be a nightmare.”

You laugh, “No wonder you weren’t so keen when I suggested Sharon date Bucky, Captain.”

Steve looks at you with a little pink tinging his cheeks and shrugs. 

You remember the meeting that started this all:

“How bad is this?” Bucky asks. 

“I don’t-” your phone ringing cuts you off. Looking down at it, the dreaded name appears, Tony Stark. You look at Bucky as you bring the phone to your ear. “Tony?”

“Both of you, conference room, now!” Tony demands before hanging up abruptly. 

“It’s bad. Conference room.” As you make your way to the door, Bucky interlaces his hand with yours, pulls you back for one last kiss, and then leads you out. As soon as the conference room door closes, you eye Tony and Artie Pithins, Director of Public Relations. 

Artie looks disdainfully at your joined hands and says, “This ends now.”

“Cam down, Artie. I know this looks bad but we can fix it.” You say. 

“Friday, black out mode. You’re supposed to be single. We needed to release the story and make you look bad for this to work.” Tony throws at you. 

“This can work out to be even better. Hear me out.” You insist. 

“Doll, what the hell is going on? What are you talking about?” Bucy says.

“A mission.” You say.

“We believe we may have a mole and very few people know the specifics of this mission.” Artie says with arms crossed. 

“And why would you be in on it?” Bucky asks Artie.

“Necessary optics for it.” Steve says as he enters the room. 

“Look, bare minimum, we believe there is a mole working for Billy Russo, owner of Anvil. I was supposed to have some bad PR leaked about me and make it look like I was on the outs with the team in order to get him to try to recruit me.” You turn to the rest of the group, “This can work out even better, I think. Instead of me causing trouble, I could be heartbroken. Hell hath no fury, right? It would make sense that I’d be willing to turn against the team over that and I throw in a few anecdotes about the tightass and the playboy running the team and I’ll have him.”

“Tightass?” Steve grouses.

Tony rolls his eyes at Steve before turning to you, “How does Bucky break your heart?” 

“That video will go viral,” Artie chimes in. “It’s bound to, with her popularity and people’s curiosity about Sergeant Barnes. But if, that same week, we see him out with another woman. Say, Natasha? It would play all over the tabloids.”

“Natasha won’t work, Artie. Everyone knows she’s my friend and they’ll see it as a publicity stunt. I think there is only one person that could raise the profile enough.” You look at Steve.

“No.” Steve shakes his head. 

“Sharon is perfect. A few dates, some PDA, and then an appearance at the party. It’ll be sold.” You argue. 

“I agree.” Artie says.

“Wait, you two actually agreed on something?” Tony looks between you and Artie, the animosity between the two of you well established. 

“First time for everything.” You say. 

“Why does it have to be Sharon?” Steve says again. 

“Because it’ll cause an uproar.” You nearly shout. 

“What is happening right now?” Bucky puts his head in his hands. 

You look at Bucky and cups his face, “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t tell you about this mission. It was very hush hush. I need to be single to get Billy’s attention. I’m his type and as the newest member of the team he’ll see me as being vulnerable to being turned.”

“This is bullshit.” Bucky says.

The next hour is spent making plans. Bucky is furious at the thought of you dating someone else, but understands the mission comes first. Everyone leaves the conference room worse for wear but with the mission intact.

Now that the mission is nearly complete, you look to your team.  “Well, now that we know who the mole is, how are we handling it?”

Part 6 

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It never stops

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A lead in the ruins of Sokovia brings a face from the past back.

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Warnings: Set post-Endgame, swearing, a lil angst.

A/N: I have a bad feeling I’ve butchered your ask @badasseddy​ but I hope you still like it. Feel free to complain if you hate it. Currently writing a request a day, so I will get to everyone’s.

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81 years had passed since Bucky had last gone dancing, and he felt as though his eardrums were going to burst. Adrenaline shot through his veins, the alcohol having no affects. Sam nodded his head with the beat and Bucky groaned. Is this really what music passed for nowadays?

It took several punches to the arm for Bucky to realize that Sam was trying to get his attention, and he whipped his head around so fast they almost knocked each other out. Sam yelled and smacked Bucky’s metal arm, before screaming in pain.

 ‘Serves his right for dragging me to this hell’, thought Bucky. He watched as Sam pulled out a photograph and waved it in front of his face, “We’re looking for this girl. She’s undercover. Locate her and contact me on coms.”

 Bucky yanked the photo out of the air and stared at, memorizing the girl’s face. He vaguely remembered her, but he didn’t know why. Her Y/H/C hair was tied in a lose ponytail, with striking Y/E/C eyes and a distinctive smile. Her arms were wrapped out Sam’s shoulder, while Steve’s arm rest on her shoulder. Bucky tried to ignore the youth of his friend and chose to focus on the fact that the girl was pretty. The natural kind of pretty that all the girls wanted but compensated with layers of makeup. Bucky tucked the photo into his jacket with slight reluctance. It was the type of photo where he would have cut the girl out and tucked it into his army uniform, reminding himself what he was fighting for.

 The pair separated, Sam heading towards the dancefloor and Bucky the bar. A beacon of escape, Bucky decided. Sam had said no drinking on the job, but fuck Sam, if he wanted to drink, then he would. Bucky was immune to the addictive buzz anyway.

 The bar was empty aside from a man in a suit at the end, but he seemed a little distracted, a girl on his lap, giggling at something that probably wasn’t very funny. The girls in this club knew how to make their living. Bottles were stacked almost floor high, dirty looking glasses and a few dripping taps. A girl stood at the end, scrubbing a smeared flute with a grubby cloth. Bucky tapped his fingers and she sauntered over, “What can I get ya, pal? Looking a bit lost there…”

 “Well, I don’t really fit in. You see a lot of faces here?”

 “As a bartender? More than I care to count. Need help with something?”

 Bucky pulled the photo out, folded out Sam and Steve, and slid it across the wet bar, “I’m looking for this girl. Have you seen her?”

 The girl lifted it up gingerly, letting it drip. As she analyzed it, Bucky gave himself a chance to look at her, weighing her up. Her hair was black with green highlights, ending on her shoulders. Her eyes were the same as the girl’s in the photo but the smile, it wasn’t the same. This wasn’t who they were looking for.

 The girl slid the photo back, “She’s pretty, but I’ve never seen her. I think I’d remember her if I did.”

Bucky tucked the photo back into his jacket. The girl straightened up, a crease forming across her brow, “Are you sure you don’t want anything? A dry martini?” the girl looked up at him almost expectantly, but Bucky shook his head, “I’m good. I’ll probably be here till closing time, so if you see her, pull me over.”

 -

 “We can sink no lower…” mumbled Bucky, the toilet creaking dangerously below him. Sam hushed him quickly, “The girl is here. We have to stay ’till we find her.”

 “And that means hiding in the toilets?” snapped Bucky, meriting another hush from Sam. Bucky frowned, “Hey, this is your fault! This was your idea! She never turned up, we could have come back another day, but no, we’re here, hiding in this hell hole.”

 A thump from outside silenced him. Carefully, Sam left his cubicle, closely followed by Bucky, and propped open the door, enough for them to see and hear what was happening.

 “Club’s closed boys. You need to leave…” the voice of the bartender echoed around the room. Several guffaws responded, “We weren’t satisfied with our service.”

 “Not my problem. I run the bar, not the brothel.”

 “I don’t think Batroc will be very happy with that. He employs you, does he not?”

 “Yes…” the bartender’s voice trailed off nervously, “What are you going to do to me?”

 “Show you what we do to unwilling workers. Grab her and strap to the table… That one, in the corner…”

 Without hesitation, Bucky grabbed onto Sam’s arm, mouthing, “I can’t listen to this. We have to help her!”

 Sam’s hand flew over Bucky’s mouth, “We’re not here for her… Stay put!”

 Bucky pushed against Sam, trying to free himself from the Falcon’s grip, but Sam held him fast. A brief squabble broke out, Bucky and Sam fighting against each other, until Bucky used his metal hand to break free, rushing through the door to shocking sight.

 The bartender wiped her lip, staring down at three men, “Touch me again, and I will fucking kill you.”

 “Fuck…” thought Bucky, ‘I should not be this turned on…’

 “Hey, pretty boy? Pretty boy? Pay attention to me!” the bartender’s voice snapped Bucky out of his daydream, “Meet me in the alley in 5 minutes. Bring Sam.”

 -

 The dingy alley smelt of piss and sick, but the bartender seemed unperturbed, flinging her arms around Sam’s neck, “Oh, I’ve missed you Birdie!”

 “I’ve missed you too! We’ve been looking for you all night! Where have you been?”

 “At the bar! Your friend approached me, I thought he would recognize me, but no, and when I said the words, he didn’t reply with the code!” the bartender shot Bucky an angry glance. Bucky snapped, “What words? I wasn’t told of any words. And why would I recognize you? I’ve never met you in my life! This is so stupid!”

 The bartender huffed and pulled on her hair until it come off in her hand, revealing Y/H/C underneath. The black hair was a wig. Next, she pulled out the photo from Sam’s pocket and pulled up to her face and copied the smile. Bucky saw the resemble immediately, “It’s you…”

 “My name’s Agent Y/N L/N, I’m undercover here. You probably don’t remember me, we didn’t really meet, but I helped Steve and Sam disappear in 2016. I saw you from a distance, but you were kinda wiped out, no metal arm and longer hair. As for the words, I was told to offer you a dry martini, and you should’ve responded with ‘I don’t like my martini’s dry’.”

 “I hate martini’s altogether! And I gave you a photo of yourself!”

 “I’ve had 4 people give me a photo of myself today alone! The people after you are on your case!” Y/N’s chest heaved with anger and frustration, “Baltroc will be in the old Sokovian church tomorrow at midday. He’s made several attempts to take over the Sokovian people after the country fell with Ultron. We’ve tried to enlist the help of Wanda Maximoff, but we’ve had no response.”

 “She’s gone MIA… No one knows where she is…” responded Sam slowly, “If what you say is true, not that I am doubting you, then we need to get moving now. You are relieved of your duty. Where will you head?”

 “To New York. I’ll go to the compound.”

 “Well, I’m looking forward to seeing you there…” Sam pulled Y/N into a tight hug before turning to Bucky, “We leave in 10.”

 Bucky nodded his head and looked down at Y/N, “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.”

 “Not your fault. I’m sorry I lost my temper.”

 “Not your fault…” Bucky shifted awkwardly. Y/N smiled slightly, “Do you miss him?”

 Bucky’s eyes widened almost comically. He hadn’t expected that from her, the mention of Steve. He noticed the way her shoulders slumped at the question, her eyes losing their sparkle slightly. He wondered how the snap had affected her, and, for the first time, wondered what an Agent like her was doing here, in the burned ruins of Sokoiva. He tried to match her smile, “Everyday… It’s hard… I know that he is still alive, but the whole world believes him dead, and I don’t actually see him very often now, so sometimes, it’s like he’s dead to me too. It just never stops, this life. It’s fast and hard.”

 “I understand…” Y/N nodded her head, and Bucky spied a tear, and felt a pang in his heart, “Did… Did you love him?”

 “Oh God no!” gasped Y/N with a chuckle, “Me and Steve were more like siblings or best friends. He helped me and I helped him… I wasn’t snapped away, so spent the last 5 years with him. I trained with Natasha, and when Scott came back, Steve sent me away. To protect me, he said. I don’t doubt him, but I wonder, if I stayed, would’ve I been able to stop him from leaving?”

 “No. He had his mind set on it…”

 “Why’d you ask if I love him?”

 Bucky cheeks reddened, “Well, after I messed this up so bad, I wondered if once I got back to New York, you’d like to go for drinks… or not?”

 “Sargent Barnes, are you asking me on a date?”

 Bucky shivered at the use of the title, but tried to cover it, “Would you be opposed to the idea?”

 “No…”

 Bucky smiled at her as Sam yelled at him to hurry up. There was another moment of awkwardness before Bucky turned on his heel. Y/N stood still for few seconds before gasping, “Bucky! Wait!”

 “What?”

 It was Y/N’s turn to blush as she pecked a kiss on his cheek, “Be safe. Baltroc has a rep for maximum of casualties.”

 “I promise, doll…” Bucky smiled at took her hand in his, “Never thought the night would end like this. And now, I must really go.”

 -

 Sam frowned as they stepped onto the Quinjet, “How do you do it, man? 5 minutes ago, you barely knew the girl, and now you’re going on a date with her?”

 “It’s called charm, Birdbrain, you should try it some time.”

 “I have charm! And a wingman.”

 “Redwing does not count.”

 Sam huffed and sat down in a seat, “He so does. Besides, when she realizes you have a cyber-brain, she’ll be gone.”

 “Nah, I’ll just charm her again.”

 “Not with that grouchy face. If the wind changes, your face will be stuck like that.”

“I hate you…” muttered Bucky. Sam burst out laughing, nudging Bucky’s shoulder, and the man let out a small snort, smiling gently. 

It might never stop, but Bucky couldn’t deny, when it did, it was nice. Steve was gone, but he had Sam and now, Y/N too. Yeah... All was good.

[up-to-some-good]

Part 3: 5 times I fixed it...

Sirius was getting tired of receiving hugs. He and Fabian had been broken up for months when the news of his and Gideon’s death came. He was devastated, of course, they were his friends and didn’t deserve to die in such a brutal way, but he was not the only person who deserved comfort.

In some ways, he felt like he didn’t even deserve the comfort. He and Fabian had broken up because he didn’t love Fabian the way he loved Sirius. He hadn’t been a good boyfriend to him. Why should he receive any comfort? Perhaps, if he had been a better boyfriend, Fabian wouldn’t have been with Gideon that night, but rather at Sirius’s apartment, and he would have been okay.

The day after the Order found the Prewetts, each member received an owl in Dumbledore’s curly handwriting.

All members must be at headquarters tomorrow evening at 6pm. It is time to honour those we have lost and make plans for the future. Food and wine will be provided for all.

The second Sirius walked through the door; James started towards him.

“Prongs, I swear to Merlin if you give me a comforting hug, I will hex you,” he said menacingly.

“Can I give you a normal hug?” James asked with a grin.

Sirius didn’t have a chance to answer before James pulled him into an embrace, tackling him to the floor.

When the pair had recovered and straightened their robes, they went with Lily to greet the rest of the Order. Moody barely grunted in response, but everyone else was amicable if tired.

Marlene arrived leaning heavily on a cane. As soon as she was asked about it, she launched into the grandiose tale of her last mission – sparing no detail about how she was attacked but had heroically saved both herself and Dorcas.

“Sure, honey,” Dorcas said when she was done, her voice dripping with irony.

Marlene grinned and kissed her cheek before they were all called into the dining room by Dumbledore.

The table had been enlarged to fit all of them, and it seemed the Hogwarts house elves had been employed to cater the meal, as it greatly resembled the traditional Halloween feast, a slight oddity in January but welcomed, nonetheless.

Halfway through desert, the door opened. Sirius and a few others stood up, wands out, to defend from the intruder. Remus Lupin stepped through the door, looking dishevelled. He had been gone for months, since just after Harry’s birth. There were new scars on his neck and a long gash running across his face, barely scabbed over.

“Moony,” Sirius breathed, before pulling the taller man into a tight hug.

“Happy to see me, Pads?” Remus chuckled into his shoulder.

He didn’t have to words to express his relief, so he squeezed Remus tightly before releasing him and pulling up another chair to the table between him and Lily.

“Now that we’re all here,” Dumbledore called, standing at the head of the table. “I’d like to propose a toast.”

A few wine bottles floated around the room, filling everyone’s glass with their preferred wine.

“To those we have lost,” Dumbledore continued. “May they rest in peace, having died for what is right.”

Everyone raised their cups. Dumbledore watched as everyone took a sip, catching each person’s eyes from behind his half-moon glasses.

“Now that that is done,” he said. “I have another reason for gathering you tonight. Although it is undeniably important to honour the lives lost, we have a pressing matter. There is a spy in our midst.”

Next to James, Peter squeaked. Everyone turned to those around them, muttering.

“I knew it,” Marlene whispered, seemingly to no one.

“Because of this,” Dumbledore called, quietening the room. “I have spiked the wine with Veritaserum. Every member of the Order is here, and you shall all be allowed to leave here unscathed, provided you have no secrets. I will ask each of you in turn, and you will not be able to lie.”

“Start with Black,” Dearborn yelled from the across the table. “He’s the one with links to dark magic.”

“And his ex was just killed,” Fenwick added with a grimace.

“He has nothing to hide,” James called back.

“Mr Black,” Dumbledore asked calmly. “Do you have any secrets?”

“James, Peter and I are all Animagi,” he answered without hesitation. “Also I’m in love with Remus.”

Immediately, he smothered his mouth with his hand and sunk down in his chair. The words had been forced out of him before he could stop them. Beside him, Remus was having a similar reaction, blushing furiously, and muffling any words being forced from his own mouth.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and with a slight chuckle, continued.

“Thank you, Mr Black, you are cleared. Mr Lupin, is there anything you have been hiding?”

“I’ve been spying on the werewolves,” he said quickly. “And I’ve been in love with Sirius since fifth year and I broke James’s favourite mug months ago and hid it from him and…”

Lily covered his mouth for him before he could continue. She gave her a small grateful look.

“Perhaps I should be more direct in my questioning,” Dumbledore said, clearly amused. “Mrs Potter, you’re next. Are you the spy?”

“No,” she said easily.

“Mr Potter, are you the spy?”

He scoffed before saying, “no.”

“Mr Pettigrew, are you the spy?”

“Yes,” Peter choked out.

Fifteen wands were on him in half a second, everyone except Dumbledore had moved. He squeaked looked at James pleadingly.

“Try anything,” James dared him.

Peter took a sharp breath in and tried to lean away from James’s wand, only to run into Marlene’s.

“Fucking rat,” she muttered.

“Wait –” Remus started.

Peter grinned at Marlene.

“Exactly right,” he said before transforming into Wormtail and scurrying under the table.

Within seconds, Sirius and McGonagall transformed and sought him out, tracking him around the room as Remus barricaded the door.

McGonagall was triumphant, dropping the rat into Dumbledore’s hand with a smug look at Padfoot. The rat was placed in a cage, conjured by Moody.

“Well,” Dumbledore said, clapping his hands once. “I think that was enough excitement for one night. You may all leave. The Veritaserum will wear off in an hour.”

The Potters Sirius and Remus apparated to Godric’s Hollow. James fetched a bottle of Firewhiskey and poured them each a glass.

“Fucking rat,” he muttered darkly. “We should’ve known.”

“To Wormtail Sirius said, raising his glass. “May he rot in Azkaban.”

The group solemnly raised their glasses and took a sip. They finished to bottle as the night went on. James disappeared when Harry started crying, Lily shortly after to sleep, offering Sirius and Remus the guest bedroom for the night.

“So,” Sirius said, after they had sat in silence for too long. “Werewolves?”

Remus chuckled and set down his glass.

“Werewolves, yes,” he said. “Not where I was expecting that sentence to go.”

Sirius put down his own glass and turned to Remus, inching ever so slightly closer.

“No?” he teased. “Where were you expecting it to go?”

“Somewhere romantic, preferably,” Remus said, leaning closer.

“Well, Moony,” Sirius said, against his lips. “Would you like to go somewhere romantic with me?”

Remus didn’t respond, choosing instead to press his lips to Sirius’s in a gentle kiss and tangle his fingers in Sirius’s hair. When they broke apart, their foreheads were still pressed together, their noses just touching.

“Preferably,” Remus whispered.

[theshelbyclan]

Defiance

Summary: When your brothers went off to war, you couldn’t just sit and wait for them: you had to work, so as nurse Shelby, you started nursing in London

(Gif by @nofckingfighting​)

A/N: Anon requested: Hello, I saw that you write Shelby sister imagines? Is it ok for you to do me one please? I always imagine her being the same age as John and very close to Tommy. I was thinking along the lines of when the boys go to war she goes to a hospital in London dealing with soliders who need rehabilitation and help with PTSD. She doesn't come home until a year after the boys? Here's they are in trouble with Campbell and Billy Kimber Obviously take it wherever you like to I'm happy for whatever x I’m making this a two-part story, to be able to combine two different requests that had a lot of similarities. I’m using your request for the first part, and let me just say, this is such a beautiful idea that it deserves to be a film on its own. Hope I did it justice! :) Part 2 is Acceptance 

Warning: mentions of death, war and suicide.

Words: 3107

***

“I will not,” defiantly you stood in front of your superior, arms crossed in front of you and a rebellious scowl on your face. “Excuse me?” the head nurse turned around to face you, “This again, nurse Shelby?”

For a moment, you faltered. Going against a senior nurse was something that wasn’t tolerated, at all. And with good reason! The hospital wouldn’t be able to function properly. During the war, it’d been constant chaos, with men coming in and going out constantly. Dying was often a blessing, and there had been so much, so much death. But the war was over and still the men kept on coming.

“I’m not trying to rebel, nurse Miller,” you said, more meekly this time, “I just don’t see how this is going to help any of them.” “Doctor says it works,” nurse Miller replied matter-of-factly. “But does it?” some fire was coming back into you, “They are able to talk and walk again, sure, but that’s not the same as recovery, is it? The problem is not of a physical nature, it’s a mental struggle these men face.” The head nurse looked up from her work and turned fully towards you now, “Remember your place, nurse Shelby. Do as you’re told. Go on, off with you.” “What research has really been done concerning these…” you waved your hand in an annoyed manner, “methodsthat the doctors employ these days!” Thoroughly irritated now, nurse Miller dropped her work and one look told you all you needed to know: you were in trouble. Again. And so you were back to scrubbing bedpans yet again. All nurses were required to do this work and the long days without much sleep had hardened you all to the blood and filth. Still, some nurses were given this job more than others. Especially the nurses who couldn’t control their mouths around their superiors. Silently, you cursed your Shelby spirit.

But then your mind drifted off to the subject you had been discussing with nurse Miller and your blood began to boil again. ‘The soldier’s heart’, that’s what they used to called it. These were the men who could never sit still, felt anxious all the time and were constantly on edge. It had been considered a ‘normal’ condition for decennia, but it had taken on the form of an epidemic after the Great War. Brave men could no longer function and the severe psychological trauma haunted most of them still, even though the war had been over for several months now! ‘Shell-shock’ was now the popular term and doctors everywhere tried to fix the physical symptoms of the condition. You simply couldn’t fathom how none of them seemed to acknowledge that these were just symptoms: the real problem had taken root in the brain or the heart, maybe even in the soul.

“What did you do this time?” Daisy, or nurse Wells as was the proper term, asked you, when she saw you sitting on your knees in front of piles and piles of bedpans. You looked up and grinned sheepishly, “I disagreed with nurse Miller.” 

“Again.” “Again,” you admitted contritely. Daisy put down the towels she had taken in for washing, “If you’re going to disagree with anyone, choose someone less uptight! Might save your knees.” A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. Daisy was the perfect nurse: she could function on two hours of sleep a night, see the most horrific stuff and still work on tirelessly, while aiming to make the others smile. Where you’d be without Daisy you didn’t even dare think about. “Alright,” she sighed good-naturedly, “Tell me. What did you argue this time? And tell me you’re sorry afterwards, just to practise!” Full of anger, you threw down the brush, “Electro-shock therapy doesn’t fucking help anyone! These men went to hell and back and now their brains are protesting against all the horrors they witnessed. Their minds are revolting, as they should be! The only thing ever accomplished by shocking the men into talking again or walking again is that you’ve taken away their last manner of protesting against inhumane practises. Bravo! You’ve made them into full human bombshells now, without a peep of opposition. How in the fuck is that even medically sound!?” Daisy waited a moment, “So you’re not actually sorry.” “Fuck, no.”

She looked around the door for a second and then whispered, “Fuck.” Your head shot up and you grinned broadly, “Nurse Wells, what did you just say?” “I suddenly felt brave,” she shrugged a little, “thought I might be brave enough to say the F-word, with just you here to hear me.” Full of theatrics you stood up and offered her your hand, “I congratulate you earnestly. You have now crossed a line. Welcome to the fucking party!” Beaming, Daisy tried to scold, “You’re a bad influence on me.” “You should see the rest of the Shelby clan,” and a sudden pang went through you the very moment you had spoken the words. Your friend noticed at once, “Y/N, when are you going back?” “Can’t abandon the men now,” you said briskly, leaving very little room for discussion. Daisy hesitated and finally asked, “They did all come back from France, didn’t they?” “Yes.” “When did you hear?” Scrubbing again, you replied, “I never heard, but I’d know if something had happened to them.” Daisy nodded: she knew you well enough to know your instincts never failed you, even if it got you in trouble. A lot.

***

You were lying in bed and even though the shifts weren’t as long as they’d been during the war, sleep was still scarce. Many of you got five to six hours of sleep now, which had been unimaginable during the war! Still, exhaustion wasn’t unfamiliar to any of you and when the nurses hit their pillows, they often slept at once. Still, you were wide-awake at this very moment. When the war started, it didn’t take long for the boys to sign up. Your brothers went, full of energy and bravery and all women were left grieving at home. Ada kept her mind off it, something you were never good at. You couldn’t bear the thought of all these men dying out at the front, and for what? No one seemed to know. But aunt Polly had really send you over the edge. Every morning she got up to pray and at first you had joined her, but unrest had grown inside of you and praying simply wasn’t enough anymore. So, just like your brothers, you had decided and left for training in London. There was no arguing with you and no one tried.

But nothing could’ve prepared you for the things you’d seen during your time here as a nurse. The broken men, shattered limbs, blood and gore and death were easy enough to get used to. That thought alone made you frown in confusion: what has become of us, that we think that’s the easy part? But the endless streams of young men, hopeful men once, now broken and shattered like the fields of France themselves, that was the hard part. You fed them, nursed them, mended them, talked to them and held their hand if they went. And each and every face changed the moment just before they died: they were all one of your brothers. They were still alive. Aunt Polly had the gift of second sight and even though you weren’t sure what to believe, you had some of it too. Either way, you would’ve known if they were dead. But what were they like now? Because that was the real reason you daren’t go back to Small Heath. What is they were like some of these men, like ghosts trapped in the body of a once healthy human being? You wouldn’t be able to cope.

People always said that twins have a certain connection. You and John had never noticed anything of a special connection, apart from a certain gift for squabbling. But once he was at the front, when the bombs started falling, you could hear his screams in your mind. That’s when the connection had suddenly kicked in and it kept you up and made you tear your hair out for fear. God was cruel like that. “Are you a Shelby or not?” you suddenly whispered strictly to yourself. “Who is this, cowering away in London and fearing what she might see at home? Be a grownup and fucking face your family!” But something just stopped you.

***

For the next couple of weeks, you tried to get back into the swing of things. You worked harder than ever, with your exhaustion as a form of atonement. Daisy was worried and even nurse Miller told you to slow down at some point.

And then you sat next to a bed of a dying soldier. Your shift had finished already, but still you’d refused to leave him. And why? Because he reminded you of Arthur. “Nurse?” he asked feebly. You shook your head to get rid of the thoughts roaming about, “I’m here,” you comforted him. “I can’t see,” he said, “Is that normal?” You took his hand, “I’m right here. Can you feel my hand?” He grabbed it a little tighter, “Yes. You have soft hands.” You smiled warmly at him. He asked again, “Nurse?” “Yes.” “When I get better,” he tried to sit up a little, “Can I maybe take you out some time?” He sure as hell wasn’t the first one to ask, so his request didn’t embarrass or shock you in the slightest. You tried to put on a chipper voice, imitating Daisy, “I don’t know. It depends, I suppose: where would we go?” The wounded soldier smiled, “I can take you to the movies. That’s what the Americans call it, did you know? The movies…” You couldn’t help but smile, “Which film would we go to?” “I’ll take you to that new romantic film, the one with that famous American actor.” “You quite like the Americans, don’t you?” you joked. He smiled again, suddenly revealing how handsome he actually was, “Americans, they have a way with women.” “So do you!” “Does that mean you’ll go with me?”

“When you get better, we’ll go to the movies,” you confirmed. But he didn’t get better. The next day, he was back to his ailing and screaming. The trouble with his mind was that sometimes the fragments seemed to recompose again and he was as sane as any man, but at other times, the war bombed his soul. His physical injuries were extensive and his chances of survival were slim. Still, the doctor was adamant on trying shock therapy on him, thinking it might help with both his physical and psychological ailments. You didn’t agree, but kept your mouth shut for once. Still, you screamed into your pillow the next night, feeling so fucking helpless at the sight of pointless suffering. The next morning, nurse Miller send you over to that soldier once again to change his bandages. All light had left his eyes. Practically inaudibly, he said, “Nurse?” “I’m here,” you took his hand again in yours. “Would you’ve done it? Would you’ve allowed me to take you out?” “Of course!” you exclaimed, “Not every day a handsome young man asks a girl like me out!” He paused for a moment, “Honestly?” “Honestly,” you said. Suddenly, he relaxed and fell back into the cushions. You frowned a little though, slightly worried about why he was no longer sure of his recovery. But there was more work to be done and you had to be on your way again. When nurse Miller told you he’d gotten hold of a razor somehow and killed himself in the night, something inside you shattered. That was it. You were done. ***

On the train to Birmingham, you couldn’t help but think about how much you’d changed. Once a Small Heath gypsy, being on edge about not being useful enough, you’d left full of innocence. Well, maybe not innocent, you were a Shelby after all. But you’d grown up being protected by young brothers, fighting them and others constantly, and still you considered your childhood a happy one. The amount of times you’d screamed at them, “I’m not a child anymore!” was insane, but only now you felt like that sentence was justified. The war had changed you too. Quickly, you’d send Aunt Polly a telegram before departing London. It said: ‘I’m coming home. Still alive. Make sure the boys save me some whiskey.’ She wouldn’t be pleased with a message like that, but you couldn’t wait to deal with the consequences again. Stepping off the train and back onto familiar ground felt like entering a dream. Oh, how you had missed the stench and noise! Without a thought, you took off your shoes and walked barefoot through the muddy streets. Watch out, Birmingham, you thought cheekily, the pauper princess is back! All nerve left you as soon as it’d come when you stood in front of your house at Watery Lane. And while you were still plucking up the courage to open the door, it swung wide open and nearly hit you square in the nose. A flash of green came rushing out and two arms squeezed the life out of you. “Where the hell have you been?” they demanded. Softly, you breathed in the smell of her perfume, “Fucking working, Ada, unlike you.” “Aunt Pol is going after you with the wooden spoon and I won’t lift a finger to save you,” she scolded, without letting go. You rolled your eyes into your sister’s hair. And then you suddenly noticed, “Looks like you’ve been busy as well!” Ada stepped back and looked down, “Seven months. Can’t even see my toes anymore, I’ve gotten so fat.” “Not much to look at anyways,” you commented. Ada slapped your shoulder and you winced. At least nothing had changed between you two.

With Aunt Polly it was an entirely different story. As soon as you walked into the house, she froze and fixed you with one of her stares that could make empires crumble. You could feel your shoulders slumping, your heart racing and you held your breath. Nothing had changed there either: it was like you were eight years old again. Slowly, she walked over to you and took a long hard look at you, never releasing eye contact. Then she grabbed your face and you almost winced, but instead she said, “You need to eat. Sit.”

Not hesitating, you obeyed at once. Without a word, she threw your telegram on the table. The silence was filled with anxiety-fuelled electricity and she let you calmly simmer in it for a few more moments. Then she spoke, “You have ten seconds to explain, before I slap you back to London myself.” So you took a big gulp of breath and explained, “I got into another fight with the head nurse and then everything went to shit and I didn’t know what to do, because I felt guilty, because he died and I fucking cannot with those doctors, because I knew work would be hard and I signed up for it, but all of a sudden I was just done, and I wanted to come back sooner, but I was scared Tommy and Arthur were dead and that John was, well I wanted to come sooner but didn’t know how to come back, and also I was you know scared that you might not take it well, and how I left, and yeah well, I was afraid this was going to happen…” “Leave her be,” Ada said to your aunt, “She’s worn out.” “It’s been eight months since the war ended,” Aunt Polly said, her face still not betraying any emotion, “We thought you were gone.” “I’m okay, Pol,” you said carefully. “How the fuck were we supposed to know?” She burst out, “No note, no letter, nothing. And now you think you can just show up, like the queen of fucking Birmingham, after writing some shitty telegram that made me drop my favourite teacup?” “Oh no, the blue one?” you asked. Ada glared at you, her eyes saying: not the right fucking response right now. So you cast your eyes downwards, “I’m sorry, Pol. The work, it just drags you in. I kept on seeing their faces in all the wounded soldiers I took care of. It was the only way I could cope.” Aunt Polly’s face softened a little, “It’s the waiting. The waiting almost killed the women.”

Images of wartime nightmares flashed in front of your eyes. Waiting was the thing you were terrible at, as it turned out. It ate you up inside, and now you’d done it to them. Finally, Aunt Polly’s reaction made sense.

“Forgive me,” you pleaded.

Your aunt walked over to the table and sat down next to you. She took your hand in hers and a wave of reassurance washed over you, “You’re like a working horse. They go crazy when they rest. You leaving shouldn’t have come as a surprise to us. It’s good to have you back. Welcome home, Y/N.”

No longer able to contain yourself, you flung yourself forwards and hugged your aunt. Tears fell from your eyes and finally, ease came over you.

Then you heard voices from the other room. Arthur’s voice first, loud and angry. He hadn’t changed much either then, perhaps a little angrier than before. Then Tommy’s reply, cold and business-like. He sounded like dad now. Finally your twin: John laughing like he was still playing in the gutter. For a few minutes, you didn’t move. You just listened to them and revelled in their sounds. These were the sounds of brothers, still alive, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

“Billy Kimber has a bloody army!” Arthur shouted.

You looked towards Ada for some kind of explanation, but she just rolled her eyes. Aunt Polly sat back and lit a cigarette. The fact that she gave that one to you, before lighting another for herself, showed she now thought of you as an adult as well. The moment was brief, but so intimate.

With a bang, the door slammed open en Arthur came storming in. Tommy was sighing deeply and still cursing right behind him, and through the open door you could see John. They all froze when they saw you, all at the same time, jaws practically hitting the floor.

“Billy Kimber, eh?” you merely said, “Looks like I showed up just in time.” 

***

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King Roman and the Fake Harem

Summary: King Roman has enemies directly outside his walls, pressure from inside his walls to get a harem, and no solution in sight. Until he sees the solution has been right under his nose the entire time. This is the story of how an aroace King gets a harem of advisors.

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TW: Two brief instances of sexual harassment, one instance of groping, swearing (because Virgil), and people sneering at sex workers/ presumed sex workers.

Word count: 2385

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King Roman sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Ugh, give me a few hours to think of something,” he groaned.

His lead advisor that he’d inherited from his father, who Roman refused to refer to as anything but Orange, protested “But sir, we need a decision soon. It’s already been a week since enemy troops positioned themselves just outside our walls, and we’ve done little besides ask them to leave. That, on top of your lack of harem-”

“I’ll have something for you in two hours, regarding the troops,” Roman said, waving Orange away.

Orange huffed and spun on his heel, leaving the throne room grumbling. Roman brushed a hand over his face. A week into being king and the enemy decides to attack? The nerve!

“You know, if you roll out the catapults to the front gate, that would take care of the troops outside the walls on that side, and then you could concentrate your archers on the rear of the kingdom walls.”

Roman looked over to the side of his throne. Sir Virgil had been his best knight, until he’d been shot by an arrow that had permanently damaged his shoulder. That was 4 weeks ago, he was still in a sling, and ever since he’d been released from the medical wing he’d been making his lack of work everyone else’s problem.

Roman raised an eyebrow. “And just how would you propose moving the catapults from the armory down 100 feet of stairs to the front entrance, hm?”

Sir Virgil shrugged. “Ramps.”

Roman stopped short. Oh, he’s smart. “...very well.” He appraised Virgil. He’ll never be able to be a knight again and he needs something to do, and he’s not too unfortunate-looking… “How would you like a job?”

/////

Virgil adjusted the silks that hid exactly nothing of his upper body so they’d sit comfortably over his still-bandaged arm and shoulder. He was about to join his first ever advisor meeting, and he was beyond nervous. He’d been rather enjoying his life as the first member of Roman’s harem (that so far hadn’t even resulted in a single flirtatious remark, which Virgil wasn’t complaining about but he was certainly confused by), and he didn’t want to do anything to fuck it up.

“Ready?”

Virgil jumped and hissed through his teeth as his shoulder was jostled by the sudden movement.

Roman was frowning. Before Virgil could apologize, Roman asked, “Are you alright? I can have a healer come over. If you’d prefer to sit out this meeting and rest, that would be a more than acceptable course of action.”

Virgil was stunned. “Huh?”

Roman nodded at him. “Your shoulder, it seems to be causing you pain.”

“Oh! It’s not too bad, I’ll be fine. Still getting used to not moving it too much.”

Roman laughed. “Yes, that I have been witness to. Are you ready?”

“Yeah. Do I need to walk, like, meekly or whatever?” Virgil asked, cheeks already heating up at the future humiliation.

A look of disgust came over Roman. “No, I wouldn’t expect that of anyone under my employ.”

Virgil let out a breath. “Alright, cool cool.”

The meeting started out as expected, a few snickers from his former co-workers who were still knights, but nothing Virgil couldn’t ignore. Virgil recognized Orange by his blaze orange ensemble that hurt his eyes (no wonder Roman refused to give Virgil his actual name). When it came time to discuss military tactics, Roman spoke first.

“I would like to introduce my military advisor, Sir Virgil. Sir Virgil, if you would, please announce your strategy for driving off the enemies.”

Before Virgil could get a word out, Virgil’s former boss blurted out, “You’re trusting your military strategy with a common whore?!”

Virgil levelled him with his best death glare. “Call me that again and I’ll cut off your balls and shove them down your throat.”

Only Virgil was close enough to hear the King swallow his laughter at the general’s paling face. Roman cleared his throat and spoke.

“To answer your question, yes. Sir Virgil, if you wouldn’t mind continuing?”

Virgil smirked. “Gladly.” For the next 20 minutes, Virgil confidently discussed his strategy with the catapults and archers, fielded questions, and specified the ideal placements. As the meeting drew to a close and Roman went to do the obligatory schmoozing with top leaders (Virgil noticed with glee how the military personel scrambled to get out, supposedly to “update the troops”), the Lead Advisor of Common Education approached Virgil. Virgil did the customary respectful bow, which the advisor returned.

“I trust King Roman is treating you well?” he inquired, blue eyes sparkling from beneath a sandy fringe.

“Yes, very much so. This fucked up rotator cuff is the best thing to happen to me,” Virgil internally winced at his choice of words. Gonna have to work on that.

The advisor just laughed. “I suppose it must be! Surely, being part of a harem is much more comfortable than being a knight.”

Virgil shrugged, and winced as he once again forgot about his injured shoulder. “Yeah, it is. I’m just glad I can help in some capacity by being a strategic advisor.”

“Yes, yes, that must be quite fun for you,” the advisor purred. Virgil bristled at his condescending tone. “Do let me know if you require more… attention than what King Roman provides.”

Virgil wrinkled his face. He focused on Roman, and heard his attention was on Orange who was insisting that one person could hardly be considered a harem. “I think I’m good.”

“Oh, of course, of course, but do keep me in mind.” And before Virgil realized what was happening, the advisor had patted his ass.

Virgil used his good arm to grab the man’s offending hand, twist him around, bring him to his knees, and place a foot on the middle of his back.

“Ow! You stupid whore, get off-”

“What is the meaning of this?!” King Roman thundered.

Virgil released the advisor. “This guy was perving all over me, and I get I’m part of a harem but I don’t stand for that shit.”

“It was just a love tap!”

King Roman’s face was red with anger. “Sir Virgil, he encroached on your person?”

“Yeah, that’s one way to put it.”

“You are relieved of your duties.”

Virgil sagged while the advisor smiled smugly. Welp, the grapes and silk were fun while they lasted. “Yeah, okay.”

Roman jerked back a bit in confusion. “What? No, you,” he glared at the now-ex-advisor.

The advisor was aghast. “Excuse me? How dare you!”

“How dare you, touching a man without his consent and then having the gall to speak to me in such a tone!”

Virgil was in too much shock to process the rest of the conversation. He came back to his senses just outside the medical wing. Roman was instructing the doctor to recheck Virgil’s bandages as they didn’t seem to quite hold his shoulder still, and sighed in relief when he caught Virgil watching them.

“Virgil, there you are! Are you alright? Say the word, and I’ll arrange for you to speak with our mind doctor.”

Virgil blinked a few times.

Roman turned back to the doctor. “Could he have gone into shock? Does he need-”

Virgil shook his head to unfreeze his brain. “No, I’m fine. I’ve had people trying to kill me, part of the job, I’m okay.”

King Roman furrowed his brow. “Are you sure? Truly, if you need to talk to someone-”

Virgil held his good hand up. “I’m fine, promise. I’ll talk to someone later if I need to.”

Roman sighed in relief. “Thank goodness. Oh! The military is deploying your strategy as we speak! I thought I’d let you know before the good doctor looked you over.”

“Dope! Wait, what?”

King Roman was walking away. “I’ll see you once you’re tended to!” he called over his shoulder.

“What are you talking about, my shoulder… actually kinda hurts, okay fine.”

/////

One successful defeat of an opposing military later, and Roman had removed yet another advisor from his circle for creepy behavior.

“Hey Princey, I appreciate you defending my honor and shit, but that was the Lead Advisor of Trade,” Virgil began.

“And I’m better off without him!” Roman declared.

Virgil scratched his chin. “I mean yeah, but also you have a trade meeting with neighboring kingdoms coming up in a week, and two days after that you have an internal trade meeting with surrounding villages and the farmers within the city walls.”

Roman started stretching his arms and back in a way Virgil had identified meant he was stressed. “And there has been even more talk of my small harem, which does not bode well for external negotiations,” Roman murmured to himself.

Virgil shifted. “Yeah, that. Why don’t you just have your new advisors be part of your harem like me?”

Roman paused. “That’s… brilliant! Thank you Virgil!”

Virgil shrugged. “Yeah, no problem. It’s a pretty sweet gig. Although I don’t know why you haven’t-” he cut himself off with an awkward cough.

King Roman looked distinctly uncomfortable. “I’m afraid I’m not… particularly interested in those activities. I apologize if I’ve disappointed you.”

Virgil let out a breath. “I mean, I’m kinda relieved, not that you’re not hot! But I’d rather not break my two rules.”

Roman preened at the compliment. “What are your two rules?”

“Don’t shit where you eat and don’t fuck where you work.”

“Ah.”

“Look, there might be enough time to get someone else up to speed before the trade meetings. But you’ll have to choose someone quickly.”

Roman sat down in his throne and looked skyward in thought. “Are you familiar with Patton Hart? He’s already organized the internal farmers into their current union. What of him?”

Virgil remembered running into him right after a difficult mission and somehow ending up with a bag of tomatoes, a bag of bell peppers, and strict instructions to bathe and sleep. “Yeah, he’s a good guy.”

“How do you think he’d do as an advisor?”

Virgil didn’t have to think for long. “I think he’d be awesome. Want me to talk to him?”

“If you’d be so kind. And please assure him that his role would be strictly as an advisor.”

Virgil smirked. “You mean a shirtless advisor.”

Roman turned beet red, and Virgil cackled.

/////

Before Virgil knew it, the harem quarters weren’t so lonely. Patton had agreed to join, very happy with the wardrobe and quickly making a name for himself. Patton had, in turn, recommended Logan Logos to replace the other creepy advisor. Logan had run a very successful pre-K Montessori program before joining the palace harem, and he fit in with the rest of the advising circle well, already creating reforms to account for diverse learning styles. In fact, Virgil had noticed that the advisors who weren’t part of the harem started taking him and Patton more seriously once the proper and strong Logan had joined them.

The day of the inter-kingdom trade meeting had come, and Logan and Virgil would both be attending along with Patton. Everyone was nervous about how the sweet and gentle Patton would do at such a fierce and antagonist event.

Virgil’s shoulder was out of the cast and sling, although it was still tender. He clapped a hand on Patton’s shoulder. “Go get ‘em,” he said, trying to be encouraging.

Patton flushed. “Thanks Vee.”

The meeting began, along with the customary hour-long political niceties, and finally it came time for the trade advisors to speak on their leaders’ behalf.

Virgil ground his teeth at the open snickering of Patton’s garb, and he could tell Logan and Roman were feeling the same way. Patton, however, seemed to be unaffected by it all. As expected, the Kingdom of Fiery Fields spoke first.

“King Roman, we propose a 5% increase of taxes for the crops we export to your kingdom, lest we cease all wheat exports to you.”

“You may call me Advisor Hart, and for what reason? We already pay you 12% more for your crops than other kingdoms.”

The platinum blonde man stared at Patton with haughty hazel eyes. “Because, Advisor Hart,” he sneered. “our crops are unmatched in quality!”

Patton nodded his head. “Fair point. I suppose you won’t mind a moratorium on all exports of our steel to your kingdom then?”

It was as if all the air was sucked out of the room.

Platinum Blonde was outraged. “You wouldn’t!”

“Actually, we would. You are now meeting with the new King’s new advisory circle, and we won’t stand for pointless tax increases that a review of the books show only go to pay the noblewomen you’re cheating on your wife with,” Patton stated, smiling sweetly the entire time.

Half of the trade advisors around the table laughed, while the other half gawked. Platinum Blonde backed down, and the trade meeting lasted for only 2 days instead of the typical 3 since Patton effectively shut down any ego-based bullshitting that occurred.

/////

Virgil and Patton were taking turns trying to toss grapes into each others’ mouths, laughing, while Logan pretended to be irritated by their antics. The doors opened suddenly to show Orange, in his eye-burning all-orange ensemble.

“Hiya!” Patton chirped, hiding his own discomfort. They were all intensely disliked by Orange, who seemed to blame them for Roman not being interested in sex or romance.

Orange sniffed. “Advisor Logos, the noble King would like to extend his congratulations on the tax reform that redirected many of the fees of our noblepeople to educational supplies.”

Logan nodded at him. “Thank you. I’m quite proud of that myself and am very glad it came to fruition. Was their anything else you required, Advisor Wrath?”

“What?!” Virgil and Patton shouted at the same time. They whipped their heads over to Orange.

“No. Good day.” With that, Orange - or rather, Advisor Wrath - left their room.

Virgil and Patton turned back to Logan, who was seemingly reading again.

“Dude what the fuck-”

“How the heck did you know?!”

Logan just raised an eyebrow while continuing to read. “I have a way of finding things out,” he said, looking up for a second to smirk at them before going back to his book.

Virgil and Patton decided to not test Logan’s abilities.

[songsoomin]

Fallen

Word count: 11.5K (sorry got a bit longer than planned)

Angel!Mingi x Female Demon!Reader, feat Demon!Seongjoong, Demon!San, Angel!Yunho, Angel!Yeosang. Mingi goes hard dom.

Warnings: Corruption kink, degradation, domination, cum play, unprotected vaginal penetration, oral sex (m receiving), masturbation (m) brief mention of bdsm and choking, brief mention of threesome, brief mention of crime (theft, fighting)

Posted: 15th June 2020

"I'm so fucking bored!" You shouted into the pillow, kicking your legs against the bed like a child.

"Why don't you go to the human world and make some excitement, then?" Hongjoong suggested.

"Oh, they're all boring, too." You complained, not bothering to lift your head from the pillow, "They're just so easy to corrupt. There's no challenge most of the time."

"Well, they will be easy if you keep hanging around in the shady areas where most of them are one bad decision away from being criminals anyway." Seonghwa countered, "You need to go to the better areas where people aren't desperate enough to give in to your...temptations."

As Seonghwa said that he ran his fingers lightly up your bare inner thigh towards your sensitive core, making you shiver. You'd already spent the best part of the day in bed with him and Hongjoong and were far too over-sensitive to go for another round. It passed the time, though.

That's not to say you only did it to pass the time; they were both amazing in bed - as one would expect from demons, it came with the territory. You all had to be tempting and be able to back up that temptation with amazing skill - what better to corrupt innocent little humans. Not that sex was necessary to corrupt them but it certainly made it more entertaining when you found a particularly attractive one. The physical contact from sex with humans also helped deteriorate their mental state quicker, your aura surrounding them like a beautiful yet suffocating fog, leaving them more vulnerable to suggestion. It wasn't just a job, you all liked to have fun with it, too.

Pushing Seonghwa's hand away you dragged yourself up off the bed and got dressed. Black was generally the dress code down here but sometimes you added a splash of red as it made you look all the more sinful. Add to that the dark make up and you looked like a bad idea brought to life. You had wings, of course, but they weren't always visible. Down in the lower realm they were always there, a beautiful shiny black cascade of feathers but when you entered the human world they weren't visible to anyone else but your kind.

The angels could see them, too. The deep black being a stark warning to stay away from you because it was much more fun to mess with them than it was the humans. Angels were the only ones who presented a real challenge because after all these years you'd been doing it, humans were just too easy.

Angels had orders, people they had to keep watch over, to save - mostly from your kind. Demons, however, only had one order...cause as much havoc and corruption as you can - otherwise do whatever the Hell you want.

"I guess I'll go and misbehave, then." You said as you threw a glance back at your two best fuck buddies, "You coming?"

"Nah," Hongjoong said giving Seonghwa a cheeky look "we're not done yet."

"Okay, have fun boys!" You walked away laughing to yourself; those two together really were a beautiful sight to watch but you wanted something new to excite you today.

                                                   ********

"Just take it." You whispered discreetly to the man in front of you. He couldn't see you or consciously hear your voice but his sub-conscious was getting the message. You were in a high end department store, following a man trying to find a gift for his girlfriend. He was looking at a bag he knew she wanted but he couldn't afford to get.

"If you're fast no one will even know." It wasn't actually necessary for the humans to be able to see you for you to corrupt them. You could talk to their sub-conscious like the metaphorical little devil on their shoulder. You only let them see you if you wanted them to.

Seonghwa was right, in these posher areas where people weren't in such desperate situations, they weren't quite as ready to break the law and corrupting them took a little more persuasion. It was still too easy, though.

"The guard isn't looking, hide it in your coat and walk out. Imagine how happy your girlfriend will be on her birthday." That was all it took for the man to do exactly as you said. Humans were so stupid - he hadn't even considered the security tag. You sat smugly on one of the plush chairs in the store, watching for the moment he would set off the alarms and the security guards would step in. It was quite satisfying because, as a supernatural creature, you had the gift of foreseeing what would happen if they listened to you. In this case you knew the man was going to be arrested and completely ruin his girlfriend's birthday. She would leave him and then, in his despair, he would be even easier to lead down the wrong path.

Quite satisfying but you'd still not had to try very hard. As the commotion unfolded in front of you, you considered if these areas were better than the run-down parts of town. Sure you'd had to work a little harder but the lengths they'd go to weren't as extreme. In the dodgy areas you could find any low-life and because they were already on the wrong side of the law you could make them do some really bad shit. Maybe that's why Hwa told you to come here - it was only theft today but if you kept working on this guy, you could really mess him up. Maybe that would be more fun than the instant gratification you found with the low-lives.

A few days later you were sitting in a bar next to the guy from the department store - although he didn't know that. He was drowning his sorrows, his girlfriend had left him as she didn't want a thief for a boyfriend and the embarrassment of it was too much for her. The guy was bitterly complaining to the bartender, who just listened patiently, although you knew what he was thinking and it wasn't pity for the guy.

As he got increasingly drunk, you sucked on a cherry-flavoured lollipop and quietly listened for details of his life that you could use to fuck it up even more. Alcohol had no effect on demons so there was no point in you drinking. His name was Kwangsoo or something - not that you cared. You were more interested in the difficulties in his life that you could use against him and his weaknesses that you could exploit. You weren't getting much tonight as he just kept on whining about his stupid girlfriend so it seemed like you'd have more work ahead of you.

Eventually, Kwangsoo was asked to leave the bar when the bartender had decided he'd had enough to drink.

"Refuse." You whispered in his ear and the guy looked up at the bartender and started shouting about how he would decide when he'd had enough. It didn't get him far as the bartender simply beckoned security over to throw him out.

"Don't let them do this to you. Who are they to tell you where you can be?" Drunk humans were even easier to control and he promptly started trying to fight his way out of the security guards' hold. He got one arm free and threw a punch at one of the security guards while you watched on in amusement. The bartender called the police as security managed to get the drunk guy on the floor, while you kept whispering to him to fight on. As the police dragged a screaming Kwangsoo away you laughed to yourself, it was yet another fall on the way to rock bottom for him.

You felt the unpleasant shiver down your spine before you noticed the new addition to the police cell you and Kwangsoo were currently occupying. Looking up you saw an angel appear and look at you with caution before looking over to Kwangsoo. You felt the shiver anytime an angel came within your vicinity and you imagined they probably felt something similar as they always looked immediately at you before the human they were assigned to.

"What the Hell?" Kwangsoo shouted, started.

"I'd prefer if you didn't say that word." The angel said, smiling. His voice was deep and there was something about it you liked. It wasn't soft like the others' voices that you'd heard, theirs usually rang out beautifully, like a song.

"What? Hell?"

"Yeah, that one. It's not a nice place, you wouldn't want to go there. Which is why I'm here. You've been making some bad choices lately - I think I know why..." He briefly looked over to you again as he spoke and you simply smirked back at him. "...but I'm here to set you back on the right path."

"Who - or what - are you? And how did you get in here?" Kwangsoo wondered aloud.

"My name is Mingi. I'm an angel."

"Bullshit."

Mingi sighed, disbelief was quite normal to him. "Did you or did you not just see me appear out of thin air, big white wings and shining aura?"

Kwangsoo looked over him skeptically but couldn't deny what he saw - even if he was still somewhat drunk. "I guess..."

"Then we're good. I'm an angel and I'm here to help get you back on the straight and narrow."

As the angel talked with Kwangsoo, you sat watching and listening. The angel wasn't quite like the ones you'd seen before. The make ones you'd seen tended to be a little more on the feminine-looking side - not that they looked like girls but they usually had softer, more slender features and bodies. This one was big. Tall, broad shoulders, nice thick thighs and more masculine features but he was still stunningly beautiful like all the rest. Demons, of course, were all stunningly beautiful, too, given that they were, in essence, just fallen angels but their beauty didn't seem so pure. There was almost a dirtiness to it - like it was tainted. You guessed that wasn't really a bad description of it - you were tainted, after all.

Actually you were surprised that they hadn't sent a female angel to this man like they normally did. A practice they employed as human males were much more likely to pay attention to a beautiful woman - males were such simple creatures. Mind you, the human women were no better with the beautiful men assigned to them.

While your mind was wandering, Mingi and Kwangsoo had finished talking and you just caught Angel Boy saying goodbye and promising to return soon. He didn't leave, though, he just vanished from Kwangsoo's sight and came towards you. He approached with caution, not getting too close because all angels were warned to stay away from demons. Demons were risky to be around because angels were fair and full of goodness but demons didn't play fair. They liked to mess with the angels and didn't feel the least bit bad about doing so. Despite how good angels were they weren't entirely immune to tempation so it wasn't unknown for angels to be turned. It was the ultimate challenge for a demon. Maybe this was the new excitement you'd been craving so badly.

"I'd like you to stay away from Kwangsoo now." Angel Boy spoke, his voice giving away just how apprehensive he was talking to you. "You've had some fun with him but, please, leave him alone and let me help him."

You giggled in surprised - you'd never had one of them ask you such a thing. Normally they ignored you as they were instructed. Did this one really think there was any good in you that you'd be nice and listen to him? You cocked your head, looking directly at him but didn't say anything yet. You'd rather let the silence hang for a moment to make it more uncomfortable for him - and it looked to be working. He couldn't manage to hold eye contact with you and cleared his throat nervously, probably wondering if engaging you directly was really the best idea.

As you rose from the bench slowly Mingi looked you up and down - anything to avoid eye contact but maybe that wasn't a great idea either. You watched as his eyes widened slightly as he took in your leather pants and chunky-heeled biker boots, then finally reaching your tight black top which showed a nice amount of cleavage. Feeling too uncomfortable with that he quickly looked away but, unfortunately for him, his eyes settled on your mouth just as you were slowly sliding the cherry lollipop out from between your lips. You smirked at him again as you saw his tongue poke out to lick at his own plump lips. This was going to be fun.

"I guess I could leave Kwangsoo alone...he wasn't much fun anyway." You said   thoughtfully.

"T-thank you?" Cute. He said it like a question, as if he wasn't quite sure what was going on.

"I think I'm going to find you much more entertaining anyway." Looking straight into his deep brown eyes, you lifted you hand to smear the sticky lollipop across Mingi's bottom lip, all while he stood frozen to the spot and unable to move.

As you started to phase out of there you saw those beautiful eyes close and his shoulders slump as he let out the breath he'd been holding all that time.

                                                    ********

"Yunho!" Mingi shouted urgently, running into his best friend's room, "Yunho, I need help!"

"What's wrong?" Yunho asked, startled at the commotion.

"A demon. There's a demon around my charge." Mingi said, as if that expalined it all.

Yunho's brows furrowed in confusion, "But...there always are. What's the problem?"

"I spoke to her." Mingi groaned as Yunho's eyes widened.

"Why on Earth would you do that? You know better than to engage with them!"

"I know! I don't know what came over me. She didn't look as evil as the others so I tried asking her to leave Kwangsoo alone."

"And?" The tall blonde angel asked, curious.

"She said she'd leave him alone....because she'd have much more fun with me." Mingi hung his head, with not a single clue as to how to handle this.

"Oh no. You're such an idiot. You know you can never tell how bad they are just by their appearance. They are masters of deception. And now you've taken her interest."

Mingi groaned in frustration again, "I know it was stupid but what do I do now?"

The blonde thought for a moment but came up with nothing, "I've never been stupid enough to talk to one so I don't know. We should find Yeosang. Maybe he'll know."

                                                   ********

Mingi took a deep breath as he prepared to appear in Kwangsoo's apartment, hoping you wouldn't be there. Yeosang had given some advice but not before telling Mingi just how stupid he was to have even looked your way, let alone spoken to you.

He had two choices on how to proceed. One, he could stop helping Kwangsoo  and have him assigned to another angel. That didn't sit well with Mingi; he had made a promise to help and he didn't want to neglect it. Two, he could carry on with his mission and try his best to ignore you completely. Don't look at you, don't acknowledge you and definitely don't talk to you. Mingi just hoped it would be that easy. Problem was, that as soon as he appeared anywhere near your kind, he got the same uneasy feeling that you did when being near one of his kind and it was pure instinct to look for the source of it. Which he did and, upon locking eyes with you, saw you smirk at him causing him to get flustered immediately. This wasn't going to be as easy as he'd hoped.

As soon as you felt that uneasy feeling telling you an angel was near you perked up, hoping it would be Mingi again - a hope that was rewarded as the beautiful, sandy-haired man appeared in front of you. He really was stunning, you couldn't deny it. His dark eyes met yours briefly with a look of...fear, perhaps? You knew he would at least be nervous to be around you as there wasn't much he could do if you decided to play with him. Angels and demons didn't really have powers and, therefore, couldn't affect each other. It was bad for him because he couldn't just get rid of you to make his job easier and basically meant that if he didn't like what you were doing his only choice was to put up with it or leave but also good for him in that he didn't have to worry about you being able to hurt him in any way. It was a leveller between your two kinds to stop all out war from ensuing and the human realm being destroyed in the crossfire.

When it came to doing your jobs, success depended on who was stronger and the human in question's will. Would they let tempation overtake them or was there enough good in them to take the path of the angels? It seemed that the more good the angel had done the stronger their influence became and, of course, the more chaos the demon had caused the stronger theirs became. The vibes you were getting from this particular angel made you think you were about evenly matched.

As Mingi counselled Kwangsoo you simply sat and watched - after all you did imply you'd leave the human alone. You couldn't fully stick to that, though, because if you stopped messing with the human then the angel would win and have no reason to keep coming back and the last thing you wanted to do was lose your new toy. No...you'd have to mess with him just enough to not make it look like Kwangsoo's soul was un-winable, otherwise Mingi might give up and you might never see him again. For now your mere presence was enough because the longer a human was subjected to it, the more your aura infected their mind and body. Of course, if Mingi spent as much time with the human as you did his aura might just be more powerful and be able to offset the damage to his soul that you were doing but you were pretty sure that Mingi wouldn't be able to stay with him for too long if you were around - the poor thing was too frightened of you.

As you watched you decided it was time to make things a little more interesting. You silently stood and made your way over to the angel, leaning in close to his ear and breathing gently,

"It really is so intriguing to watch you work."

Mingi jumped, having not felt your approach as he was so wrapped up in his counselling.

"Are you okay?" Kwangsoo asked, looking around for what had caused Mingi to jolt like that.

"I'm fine." He said, trying his best to appear calm, "I'm just sensitive to the darker energy in the room."

You giggled and took a seat beside Kwangsoo on the couch, looking across him directly at Mingi, who was on the armchair. You sat with your elbow on the arm of the couch, resting your chin in your palm and your little finger caught between your teeth as you looked at Mingi with hooded lids. You never stopped looking at him but every now and then, ran your little finger over your bottom lip and licked at it gently with your sinful tongue. You could see how Mingi's eyes kept darting to your lips, despite his better judgement, and you took delight in the way you were obviously affecting him.

Mingi shifted uncomfortably under your gaze and, as it all became too much for him, he abruptly ended his conversation with Kwangsoo.

"I'm sorry need to go for now...but I'll be back again soon, I promise."

"Thank you, Mingi. I really appreciate what you're doing for me."

Mingi gave him a small smile, probably feeling guilty because he was cutting short their time together, making you smile in satisfaction - this was your time now. As he started to phase out of human sight you moved at lightning speed to grab him and stop him from getting away entirely. He fought against you at first, trying to break free because you both knew full well he couldn't return to the upper realm with you hanging off him. He gave up after a few moments and let you hold him there in the human's apartment, caged against the wall by your midnight black wings.

You leaned in close to his neck, taking in the beautiful scent of him, almost touching him but just shy of doing so.

"Mmmm, you smell so delicious...it makes me want to taste you so badly."

You ghosted your lips over his soft skin, making him shiver in response. He seemed to have lost the ability to speak temporarily and made no move to get away, frozen like a deer in headlights.

You took advantage of his frozen state and moved your hand to his chest, stroking down slowly until you reached the waistband of his trousers.

"I know there's a part of you that would like to taste me, too - just to see if it's as good as you've heard." You tip-toed up so your mouth was against Mingi's ear as you whispered, "It is."

He was almost shaking now so you decided he'd had enough for today and left him with one last reminder of you to play on his mind. Staying up on your tip-toes you brushed your lips against his, adding a little lick across his bottom lip for good measure.

"I'll see you soon, Angel Boy." You laughed and phased out back to the lower realm, extremely satisfied with yourself. You'd affected him so much that he couldn't complete his job, running out on the human and you knew that would be what hurt him the most. You didn't just want to corrupt him...you wanted to break him first.

                                                   ********

"We haven't seen you much lately. I take it you found something to occupy you?" Seonghwa wondered, brushing his black hair out of his eyes.

"Hmm, yes. A delightfully innocent angel that came to help the human I was trying to corrupt. The boy even had the balls to ask me to leave the human alone, if can you believe it?"

"Wow." Hongjoong replied, "He must either be very new or very stupid."

"Stupid enough to believe she has a good side he could appeal to." Seonghwa snorted.

"He's not quite like the others I've encountered." You mused as you ran your hands through Hongjoong's platinum hair, the man kissing down your neck as you fucked yourself on his hard cock. "He's...stunning, to be honest. Much more manly than the others but still just as innocent. I can't wait to ruin him and be bouncing on his cock instead."

Hongjoong slapped your behind hard, making you cry out in pain, "Hey! If you keep thinking about other men while I'm fucking your tight little cunt, I'll have to punish you properly."

"Ooh, is that a promise?" You teased, "His build is quite a bit bigger than yours...I'll bet his cock is much more impressive, too."

Hongjoong grabbed you by your neck, squeezing as he flipped you onto your back, "You're going to regret that, Slut. Seonghwa...get me the chains."

"Whips, too?" The taller demon asked as he climbed off the bed, a devious look on his face.

"Oh, I think so." He replied as he rammed back into you hard.

                                                    ********

As Mingi laid alone in his room back in the upper realm he kept replaying the scene over and over again in his mind. It hadn't quite been a kiss but he could still feel the way your soft lips brushed against his and how your hot tongue ever-so-lightly traced over his plump bottom lip. As he remembered it a strange feeling formed in the pit of his stomach and he felt a tingling sensation down below. He slowly moved his hand down to that area and gently felt it over his pants, pulling his hand back in surprise when the feeling intensified. He timidly felt the area again, noting that it seemed a little...firmer than usual. Bigger, too. He knew humans did something with this area but he didn't quite know what. Was this what humans felt when they did whatever they did? And why would he be feeling like that?

He wasn't one hundred percent sure he knew what these feelings were but he did know they felt wrong to him. Forbidden. He shouldn't be feeling this way. Yet, despite this knowledge, why couldn't he stop thinking about it? He tried to fight the feelings - without much luck.

Mingi hadn't told Yunho what had happened last time he saw you. He couldn't bring himself to admit the situation he had allowed himself to get into. What would he say to Yunho when he asked him why he didn't push you away? Angels may not have powers against demons but he could've fought harder...used physical force to get away from you so he could escape back home. It was allowed if to protect himself. The reason he didn't know what to tell his best friend, was that he didn't know himself, why he hadn't done so.

However, despite his attempts to keep this latest encounter secret, Yunho could tell something was wrong. If not simply because of Mingi's strange behaviour, he could definitely tell when he saw a single white feather fall from one of Mingi's luminescent wings as he walked away, after insisting everything was fine. Angels don't shed their feathers...

                                                   ********

Soon enough you were aching to get back to Kwangsoo, after all, you had to keep your new plaything coming back. You hopped out of Hongjoong's bed- somewhat sore after the wonderful punishment he visited upon you - and dressed to look as tempting as possible. All black, as usual, but deciding that a very short dress that showed your figure at it's best ought to do it. You opted to go barefoot because it usually gave a girl a hint of youth and innocence so you knew it would be a jarring contrast to your sinful aura in Mingi's mind.

"Hey, are you going back to the human world again?"

"Yep." You replied to Seonghwa lightly. "Gotta go work on Angel Boy some more."

"Maybe we can come and help. Make ruining him more fun."

"No!" The denial was blurted out before you even registered thinking it and Seonghwa raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. while Hongjoongs head snapped up in curiosity.

"I...I just think that I can work him better alone. I don't want to scare him away by bringing you two along - you're hardly gentle, are you?."

The two demon boys looked doubtful but let it go.

"You'd better share once you've broken him." Seonghwa said with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"Uh...yeah, sure." They looked a little more satisfied but must've noticed the hesitancy in your answer. They probably just thought that you wanted to keep all the fun to yourself and that's exactly what you were telling yourself, too. There was no other possible reason for you not wanting them anywhere near him.

                                                      ********

You lounged around Kwangsoo's apartment, bored and waiting for your angel to show up again. You knew he'd have to come to the apartment as he couldn't risk popping up out of nowhere at the human's workplace. He may be able to hide his wings but he couldn't get rid of the luminescent aura that surrounded him.

The time was ticking away and it worried you that you may have scared him off already. Disappointment flooded you at the thought but you told yourself it was just because you might lose your new toy. Just as you were starting to lose hope you felt the telltale shiver up your spine that signalled his presence and shot up from the couch. He appeared right in front of you, clearly startled by your immediate proximity. You smiled sweetly at him - too sweetly to match the aura you gave off.

"You kept me waiting so long today. It's mean of you." You pouted up at him while he looked around uncomfortably, not able to meet your eyes.

As Kwangsoo clearly wasn't in the room, Mingi altered his presence so that only you could see and hear him - the last thing he wanted was for the human to hear him talking to you and find out there was a demon hanging around him. He had to keep your interaction with his charge as limited as possible.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked, a pained expression on his face, "Please just stop being interested in me."

"Hmmm," You looked thoughtful for a moment but soon turned your sweet smile back on him and his face fell, "I don't think I can do that. You're not like the others, you're so much more...tempting."

"Please..." He whispered "I can't take this."

"You've been thinking about me, haven't you?" For the second time Mingi couldn't look you in the eyes.

"Did you feel excited when you thought about my lips touching yours?"

Mingi's eyes widened and you knew you'd got it right.

"Oh, you did! Do you want me to do it again?" You took a step towards him and he backed away. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about your pretty lips. Please let me do it again."

With each step you took forward he took one back until his back was against the wall. You lightly placed your hands on his chest and tip-toed up until your lips were millimetres from his. You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him and delighted in the way he stared at your mouth, subconsciously licking his own lips in response.

Although you were taking all the control, you paused for a few seconds to give him time to escape. There was no fun in forcing him - coercion, yes - but not by force. You wanted him to submit to you - to chose to give himself to you. He didn't move so you closed the gap between you, softly moving your lips against his more plump ones. You sucked on his bottom lip and nibbled lightly, earning a quiet gasp from him. As his lips parted with the gasp you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, swirling it around his. You took full control of the kiss, knowing he had never done this before.

Mingi was letting this happen but still standing awkwardly against the wall so, as you moved one hand up to run your fingers through his short, sandy coloured hair, you took one of his large hands and placed it on your hip. He got the hint and moved his other hand to your other hip and pulled you closer to him, finally giving in to the kiss.

He was hungry for it now, kissing you back eagerly and tightening his grip on you as you moaned against his mouth. Hearing you moan seemed to stir something buried deep within him and you felt his cock twitch against  you. Mingi tensed as you palmed his crotch with your free hand and pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily. His face showed the conflict he was struggling with - knowing he should get out of there as fast he could but wanting to give in so badly.

"You've never felt this before, have you? Give in to it." You purred as you began to kiss his neck, "I know you want this. You want me."

Mingi gasped as you bit his neck and tightened his hold on your hips so much you were sure his fingers would leave marks. You moved your lips back to his and sucked on his bottom lip, all the while undoing his trousers so you could get better access to his cock which was now very hard. Mingi groaned into your mouth as you slipped your hand into his pants and started stroking him.

"Deep down you're just a naughty boy, aren't you. My naughty angel."

Mingi whimpered at your slightly degrading words. He was still trying to deny to himself that deep down he really did want this but your words hit home. It still felt so wrong.

Grabbing the waistband you slipped Mingi's trousers and pants down so they pooled around his ankles, you stepped back to look at him and gasped. You'd just been teasing Hongjoong when you said the angel's cock would be much more impressive than his but fuck...you were amazed at the sight before you.

"You're so beautiful." You breathed, unable to take your eyes off his long, thick cock. Precum was already leaking from the swollen tip and your core ached just thinking about having him inside you.

"I want to see you touch yourself." Mingi's eyes snapped open at your request, looking a little panicked.

"I-I've never done...that before." He stammered innocently. It was adorable.

"I know, baby." You cooed, "Don't worry, I'll show you how."

You took Mingi's large hand and wrapped it around his dick and, laying your own smaller hand over his, you slowly moved his hand up and down the shaft. Mingi closed his eyes again and let out the breath he'd been holding, feeling pleasure wash over him. Once he had a good rhythm going you took your hand back and settled on your knees to watch your angel pleasure himself. The sight of Mingi touching himself, lost in pleasure was like nothing you'd ever seen. It was more beautiful than you could ever have imagined.

Slowly you crept closer to him and gently kissed his leaking red tip. Surprised at the unexpected sensation, he looked down at you and groaned as you licked his pre-cum off your lips. His groans were much deeper than his normally deep voice and you swear you could feel the vibrations in your aching core.

As he continued to stroke himself you gave little kitten licks to the tip of his cock, savouring the sweet taste only an angel could have. Mingi's movements started to get a little sloppy as he drew ever closer to his first ever orgasm.

"You're doing so well, my angel. Let it go."

"I c-can't." Mingi cried out in a broken voice, "I can't do this."

Abruptly he stopped and before you could fully register it, he had yanked his trousers back up and disappeared, leaving a flurry of white feathers slowly falling to the floor in front of you.

                                                    ********

"He just left?" San asked in astonishment. You were beck in the lower realm and telling him about your latest encounter, disappointed at how it turned out. San was easily the best out of you all at corrupting humans and angels alike. He, more than anyone, employed sex as his primary weapon of attack. He couldn't get enough - as you could well attest to given just how often he came to you or gatecrashed your fun with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, turning your threesome into an orgy.

"Wouldn't have happened if it were me." The demon said matter-of-factly. "I get the job done."

San was beautiful like all demons were, he had black hair with a streak of white down one side of his fringe and eyes that seemed to twinkle. He disarmed people with how adorable he could look, pulling them in with his cuteness until it was too late for them to escape and then he showed them his true nature.

While San had little sympathy for you, Seonghwa was considering your demeanour. You seemed...sad.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were more than just disappointed. Are you getting attached to this angel?"  

"What? No!" You rejected the inference vehemently. You didn't develop feelings like that. "I'm just a little annoyed that I'll have to work harder."

You sighed then, slumping down a little, "To be honest, I'm worried this will really have scared him off and he won't come back. I was so close to turning him."

"If you say so." Seonghwa replied, his big, dark eyes looking you over skeptically.

"Hey Y/N?" Hongjoong called, "Are you sure it's really you that is turning him and not the other way around?"

"What are you talking about, Joong?" You almost snapped, irritated at all of them questioning your skills.

"Well...if this is anything to go by, I'd say your aura is weakening."

You looked at him in horror as he held up three jet black feathers that seemed to have fallen from your wings. This wasn't right. A demon's wings were only as strong as their aura and if that started to deteriorate, so would their wings.

"Looks like Angel Boy is affecting you as much as you're affecting him." Hongjoong said, smirking.

                                                    ********

You'd given a lot of thought to what Hwa and Joong had said but didn't want to believe it. Yet there was no other reason for your wings to shed than your aura weakening. Demons didn't get sick so were you really developing feelings for the angel? You couldn't think of any other reason than that.

You thought about him carefully, trying to remember how you felt the first time you saw him. True, you were stunned by his beauty but you though that was just because he was different to all the others - that you were just excited to find something new. Now you thought about it, though, you felt so much more drawn to him than you ever had to any other angel. With them you just wanted to have the fun of ruining another angel - one of many - but with Mingi you wanted him. You didn't just want to ruin him for fun, you realised, you wanted to do it so he could be with you.

All the signs had been there had you just looked for them. You spent hours waiting around Kwangsoo's apartment just for Mingi to appear and then got excited when he arrived. You even thought about him when you were fucking Hwa and Joong. The problem now was that, after admitting to yourself how you felt, would he want you back? Mostly you corrupted an angel and then you were done with them - you saw them around and sometimes had some fun together but there were no relationships to speak of. In fact, the only other demons you'd ever known to have any kind of relationship were Hongjoong and Seonghwa. They were together, of course, but it was still very flexible.

There was no knowing what kind of demon Mingi would turn out to be even if you were able to turn him and that wasn't looking likely now. He'd come so close but then found the strength to escape you, he'd probably be too scared now and have another angel take over his human mission.

                                                   ********

"Mingi? Can I come in?" Yunho knocked on the door to Mingi's room. He hadn't seen him for days and was quite worried now. Receiving only silence from the other side of the door, he decided to go in anyway.

It was dark inside but he knew Mingi was there because he could feel his presence. Something was off about it, though, it didn't feel right. It was Mingi but it felt weak. More concerned now, Yunho went for the light.

"Don't turn it on!" Mingi said panicked, "I don't want you to see me."

"Min...what's wrong? Maybe I can help."

"You can't. It's gone too far."

"I'm turning the light on."

"No-!"

As Mingi's form was illuminated he grabbed his sheets and tried his best to cover himself but Yunho had already seen the state his best friend was in. He was shocked to say the least but more sad for his friend than anything. He'd lost his luminescence and his once beautiful wings were looking disheveled, some of the feathers scattered on the floor and his bed.

"Oh, Min...what've you done?" Yunho sat next to Mingi on his bed and pulled him into a hug.

"I couldn't resist her, Yunho. I should've taken Yeosang's advice and sent someone else in my place." Mingi said desperately.

"Wy didn't you then?" His blonde friend asked without judgement, just curiosity.

"I really don't know." the sandy blonde angel answered, "I thought it was just that I didn't want to abandon Kwangsoo or my pride in being able to finish the mission myself..." Mingi took a deep, shaky breath before continuing, "...but now I know it was more than that. I felt drawn to her somehow. I can feel it even now. I know I shouldn't but part of me wants to find her...to be with her."

Yunho listened quietly to his friend's confession, letting him get it all out.

"Was it because I was weak that she got to me? I'm clearly not strong enough?"

"It can't be that, Mingi...you've been doing this for a long time and seen off many demons before her - strong ones, too. There's something else going on here."

"Like what?"

"I didn't tell you before but I spoke to Yeosang again when I noticed you weren't yourself. Also, I saw you lose a feather so I knew something was wrong."

"What did he say?" Mingi asked, desperate to hear anything that might help.

Yunho blew out his cheeks, hesitating before he continued.

"He said sometimes our fate gets twisted. Our past gets entangled witrh our present."

"What's that meant to mean?" Mingi grumbled.

"It means you probably had some connection with her in your past life."

Mingi considered this revelation carefully. Not all angels and demons were created as such, some had had human lives before and became what they are now. They weren't permitted to remember those lives, though, lest they go looking for loved ones and cause complications in the human realm.

"Who was she to me then?"

"I would say she was someone very special to you." Both angels startled at the unexpected voice, looking around to see Yeosang standing in the doorway.

"Given what you've just told Yunho it would make sense, especially as you can feel the pull despite being on completely opposite sides."

"But why would I be here and she be there? Mingi asked the older, more experienced angel.

"Everyone has light and dark sides and people make mistakes. Some so big that it lands them in that place. Once there, they can't break free from that side of themselves."

Mingi looked thoughtful, trying to process this new information.

"What do I do then?" He asked, looking to Yeosang.

"That depends on what you want more - to remain here and carry on with this life or to be with her."

"And if I want to be with her?" Mingi asked tentatively.

"Then you give up this side of yourself and give in to darkness. You make the choice to 'fall' and there's no returning."

                                                    ********

You didn't expect to see Mingi again, if he was strong enough to leave during what you were doing, you were sure he wouldn't risk coming back and putting his soul in jeopardy again. Yet still you waited. You'd admitted your feelings to yourself but had no idea what to do now - it's not like you could just go and find him, you couldn't enter his realm any more than he could come to yours.

You were sick of waiting in the stupid human's apartment so you went outside for fresh air and to get away from the same stupid walls you's been staring at for hours now. You hadn't even had the motivation to mess with Kwangsoo while you were waiting, your mind was solely on Mingi.

Leaning against the wall and slumping down to the floor, you wrapped your black wings around you as you hung your head and hugged your knees to yourself. As a demon you were strong, you'd never been bested by an angel before so it was unbelievable to you that this one had reduced you to this crumpled figure on the street.

You weren't sure how long you sat there lost in thought but an uneasy feeling and a shiver down your spine told you someone was approaching. You looked up half expecting it simply to be whichever angel had taken over Mingi's mission but, to your surprise, the tall sandy blonde angel himself stood in front of your curled up form, looking down at you.

For a time you both just looked at each other, neither knowing what to do or say in such an alien situation, but eventually you rose to your feet and stood looking up at him. You could see that he was no longer looking at you in fear but still had a hint of aprehension in his eyes as if he didn't know what to expect from you but you guessed that was a fair assumption, you were a demon, after all, and demons were known to be erratic. You did your best to look like you weren't a threat to him - and maybe your weakened aura helped a little - but still you gave off bad vibes naturally.

"What's your name?" He finally spoke.

Well, of all the things you might have expected him to say, that was not one of them.

"Y/N." You replied cautiously, looking at him quite suspiciously.

"Y/N..." He repeated your name quietly to himself, almost as if trying to remember something. All you could think of was how nice your name sounded being spoken in that rough, deep voice of his.

All the while you stood just watching him, wondering where on Earth this exchange was going. He, in turn, was watching you.

"You're not trying to destroy me today?" He said in an almost amused tone.

"No..." you replied quietly, looking away because his eyes were just too beautiful to look at and it hurt that you weren't going to see them again given the choice you had made while you sat curled up against the cold pavement.

"I'm going to leave you alone now...you don't have to worry about me harassing you anymore." If you really had feelings for him, how could you ruin him and force him into darkness? You laughed bitterly to yourself, he really had gotten to you if you - a fucking demon - were feeling bad about turning him.

Mingi nodded at this before saying something you never would have imagined,

"And if I want you to harass me?"

Your head shot up to look at him, trying to read his face and work out where he was going with this. Again you looked at him suspiciously.

Mingi let out a deep breath and fixed his gaze on you, freezing you in place with its intensity.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the last time...when you...well, you know..."

You almost smiled - it was cute how he was so innocent and couldn't finish that thought verbally - but the stronger feeling within you was shock. Had he just admitted what you thought he had?

"Mingi..." You said hesitantly, "...What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I...I wa-" He stopped to collect himself, clearly having trouble with the admission, "I want you."

You stared at him, trying to process his statement. You had decided that you wouldn't take the light out of his life but now he was willingly coming to you - without you coercing him, as was your usual method. The method that had failed just days ago.

"I don't understand this! I shouldn't have any feelings for you!" You cried out in frustration. "Hearing you say that should not be making me happy."

As you admitted your feelings, Mingi's eyes lit up with hope. He came to you having no idea if you were even capable of feeling the same as him or if you were just like the others...simply Hell-bent on destroying the good in him.

He crossed the small distance between you and took your face in his large hands, you could see the hesitation still in his eyes - you guessed this was difficult for him.

"Are you sure this is really what you want? There's no way back." You asked gently.

"I'm sure. I've made my decision...I'm going to fall. For you." You giggled at the unintended cheesy line and watched Mingi cringe a little as he realised how that had sounded.

You took the lead, leaning up to connect your lips with his. This was new to him but he seemed to have some instinct for what to do as he reciprocated, melting in to the kiss. It felt different to the last time you kissed when you were only interested in corrupting him...this felt new to you, too. It was like there was some connection you hadn't realised before.

You knew no one could see you and Mingi but, as you kissed down the soft skin on his neck, you felt like out on the street was exposed. Normally you liked the feeling, the dirtiness of it but you felt like it should be better for him. You still weren't quite sure why, you'd ruined angels before and it had never bothered you that it was their first time - in fact, making their first time so dirty and meaningless had added to your enjoyment of it and destroyed their soul just that little bit more, you had always thought.

You stopped kissing Mingi, causing his soft moans to come to a halt, "Not here. There's somewhere better nearby."

You instantly transported the both of you to a vacant room in a hotel you'd been to many times whilst toying with humans, the most appropriate place you could think of at short notice.

Once in the room you pushed Mingi down on to the plush, king-sized bed and climbed on top of him, immediately latching your lips on to his neck. Mingi gasped as you bit down and sucked on his soft skin. His deep moans sounded so beautiful as you licked over the area to soothe it before moving on to another spot then watching his clear skin redden after your assaults on it.

You moved back up to kiss his plump, pink lips as you began to unbutton his brilliant white shirt, your tongues swirling around each other as Mingi became more confident but still allowed you to dominate the kiss. With his shirt undone you  began a fresh assault on the smooth skin of his chest, biting and licking from his collarbone down to his hard nipples which you paid special attention to. Taking one of his nubs between your teeth, you used your tongue to tease the tip of it, all the while piching the other between your thumb and forefinger.

The sounds of surprise coming from Mingi each time he felt a sensation he'd never felt before fascinated you. You'd never paid much attention with previous conquests but, as much as it still confused you, you had feelings for this particular angel and each of the enthralling sounds falling from his lips made you want to hear more - to please him more.

As you reached his stomach you brought your hands down to the waistband of his white trousers, undoing the button and unzipping them before you reached in to feel how hard he had become at your ministrations.

"Mmmm, so hard for me already." You purred as you ran your wet tongue around the shell of his ear.

You didn't miss the uncertain look on your angel's face as he grabbed your wrist to stop you, your heart plummeting to your stomach thinking he was changing his mind again.

"I won't force you...I understand if you want to change your mind." You said quietly, trying to pull your hand out of his grasp and his trousers.

"It's not that." He said, looking embarrassed, "I still want this...I just...don't know what to do."

Your heart lifted at his words and a small part of you was still scared of how much he was affecting you. It wasn't normal for a demon to feel like this.

"Leave it to me." You smiled down at him, "I'll take care of you."

Mingi let go of your wrist and tried to relax underneath you but you could see he was still nervous. It made you want to be different from the other times when it was all just about the pleasure you got from destroying them. You wanted him to really enjoy this and not feel like he was losing to you. Trying to be as gentle as you could you pulled his trousers and pants down in one go and took his hard cock in your hand.

You stroked him lightly, at first, but got steadily faster and harder as you heard his deep moans intensify. You licked your lips at the precum making the tip of his dick glisten and dove down to lick it all off.

"Oh, fuck!" Mingi gasped out at the way your wet tongue was lapping at his slit. It must've been the first time he'd ever said that kind of word and hearing it from the angels mouth made you start getting wet. You looked back up at your angel and heard him groan in pleasure at the sight of your lips stained with his precum, his eyes were dark with lust. Looking away you wrapped your wet lips around his thick cock and started to suck as you swirled your tongue around the head, paying extra attention to the sensitive spot on the underside. You remembered how much he moaned that last time when you flicked your tongue over it and you just wanted to hear those beautiful sounds again. You never wanted to stop hearing them.

By now Mingi wasn't that far away from cumming - and it wasn't a surprise given that he never had before - but you didn't want it to be like this. You wanted that thick cock of his inside you. You wanted him to cum inside you so, reluctantly, you pulled away, seeing his member shining, coated in your saliva. You took Mingi's right hand and wrapped it around his dick, gently urging him to stroke himself while you undressed for him. He seemed to be getting more excited and pumping himself faster the more clothes you removed, getting himself closer to climax again. You felt incredibly excited watching him touch himself and you felt just how much more wet you were becoming just from that, although, having his dick in your mouth had helped a lot. Sucking cock was one of your favourite things to do because it always felt so dirty.

"Not yet, Angel." You told him as you pulled his hand away form his now painfully hard cock, "I want you to save all that cum for me."

Mingi's eyes flashed with desire as you whispered those words in his ear and, for the first time, he initiated the kiss, his large hand grabbing the back of your head and pulling you down towards his waiting mouth.

It made your heart lift, knowing that he wanted this too...that you weren't just coercing him and, again, you wondered what it was about this angel that he had managed to change you like this.

You kissed him sloppily, reaching down to stroke his aching cock a few times before lining him up with your soaking wet hole. Although you were trying to be gentle with him, you couldn't wait to have his impressive girth fill you up so you weren't quite as patient as you could have been. You couldn't help it, you sunk down on to his thick cock in one smooth motion, feeling every inch as it slid into you. Both Mingi and you moaned loudly at the sensation - him at the feeling of your tight cunt swallowing him up and you at the delicious stretch which caused an equal amount of pain and pleasure.

As you bounced up and down on Mingi's cock you watched in awe as his beautiful face scrunched up in a pleasure he'd never felt before. His luminescent aura had almost completely faded now and the room had a different feel - darker now as his goodness slipped away a little more each time he sloppily thrust up into you, losing himself to the pleasure your warm, wet cunt was giving him.

The feeling of having him inside you was indescribable but not just because of the way your tight hole hugged his length causing you to feel so blissfully full you thought you couldn't take anymore. It felt familiar and comforting. Mingi stared at you with the same look of awe in his impossibly dark eyes as you had watching him and, somehow, he felt like home. You didn't know what it meant but you knew you were already becoming addicted to this feeling. It gave your approaching orgasm a new dimension...an intensity you'd never felt with anyone else before - even the other demons who were, by nature, amazing lovers.

You could feel Mingi's sloppy thrusts starting to stutter, signalling that he was close. You could feel his cock twitching inside you and that, together with his deep grunts, threw you over the edge. You threw yourself down to kiss him as you came, wanting to feel him everywhere you could. As you came over Mingi's cock, the feeling of your already tight heat squeezing him even harder as he thrust up into you became too much for him to bear and he moaned out loud as he shot creamy white cum all over you walls. He gave a few more shallow thrusts before he relaxed, closing his eyes.

His luminescence was completely gone now that it was complete. He had fallen. There was no going back for him. You hoped he wouldn't regret this, you desperately wanted him to stay with you -  though, you wondered why him when no one else had ever managed to move you even the slightest bit? You gazed down at him as you pondered this, he was still breathing hard and as you watched him he started to change. All angels changed in appearance once they 'fell'. The feeling of goodness and purity had already gone from him but you supposed it was a visual manifestation of his new state. His gentle-looking face would go, leaving in its place a colder but more tempting mask. Still the same features but a darker beauty than the pure one he had before.

Mingi's short, sandy-blonde hair transformed, bleeding bright red from the roots to the ends as it grew a little longer with a slight wave to it. His wings - which had looked a dirtier white with missing feathers when he came to you today - started to flutter as they changed. You watched as it started from the top, the white being taken over by a deep black which matched your own. It ran down the length of his wings like someone pouring ink all over them and the missing feathers were replaced with shiny new black ones. As the new feathers fluttered you noticed the barest hint of red as the low light of the room hit them - complementing his new hair colour. He was utterly breathtaking.

Although Mingi had already been generously proportioned, you felt his thighs thicken a little more underneath you and his chest and arms become more defined. His clothes were the last to change, turning black to remove all traces of his former connection to the angels' realm. There was nothing left now...you could only wait to see how much he had changed himself.

Slowly, Mingi opened his eyes to look up at you - his cock was still buried deep inside you and he didn't immediately make a move to change that but he did move his hands from where they held onto your hips. You waited nervously to see what he would do, your bottom lip caught in between your teeth as you worried. He brought both hands up to cup your face and pulled your lip from between your teeth with his thumb, rubbing over it gently  to soothe the marks your teeth had left. The affectionate gesture made you release a breath you hadn't realised you were holding because he didn't immediately reject you now he was changed. Maybe it wasn't too bad, maybe his personality hadn't altered too much. You'd like to think not because it was Angel Mingi you fell in love with...how would you feel if he was a completely different person - a demon in the truest sense of the word.

Suddenly the former angel flipped you both over so he was now above you, his cock still buried deep inside your sensitive pussy. Startled by his quick movements you could only stare up at him, your eyes wide, as he leant down to kiss you deeply, not asking for permission to slip his tongue into your mouth but taking control himself - biting your lip so your mouth parted with a gasp, giving him the access he wanted. He took your wrists in his big, strong hands and held them in place on either side of your head

You could feel the confidence emanating from this new Mingi and it turned you on. You may have enjoyed dominating and corrupting plenty of humans and angels alike but really you enjoyed being dominated. When you played with Hongjoong and Seonghwa you almost always allowed them to take full control, submitting to them both and allowing them to use you however they wanted. The thought of Mingi taking control and using you for his own pleasure shot thrills of arousal through you, causing your clit to start tingling with anticipation.

Mingi changed his grip so he now easily held both your wrists together in one of his hands and used the other to loosen your clothing and expose your breasts to him. Leaning down, he kissed around one of your breasts - teasing - before finally taking your hard nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, while pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger.

The whine you let out at the sensation was loud and needy and you knew he liked it because you felt his cock start to harden again. He hadn't pulled out of you, even when he flipped you both over, so you could feel it as his cock got bigger, the generous girth stretching you out again and when his tip brushed against your g-spot you mewled in pleasure. In response, Mingi thrust deeply and you cried out loud because you were still so sensitive.

"So needy already..." Mingi growled in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin, "Do you love my cock that much?"

"Yes, I...Aaaahh." You couldn't finish because the red-head had just bitten down on your neck, drawing blood and marking you as his. Although it hurt, it was an exquisite pain...you liked him claiming you so that everyone knew you belonged to him. This was really what you wanted, for Mingi make you submit to him, to own you. If anyone wanted you now, they would have to ask his permission. Hwa and Joong wouldn't like it much as they were used to playing with you whenever any of you liked but they would respect the claim.  

As if he knew what you had been up to thus far, Mingi looked at you challengingly and growled out, "You've been such a dirty little whore, haven't you?"

"Yes...but I'm your dirty little whore now." You looked up at him through your lashes, so submissive now.

Mingi started to fuck you again, hard and fast, grunting out between thrusts, "And who..does this tight little pussy...belong to now?"

"You, Mingi!" You all but screamed out as he pounded into you so roughly. "My tight little pussy belongs to you!"

"That's right, whore. This cunt is mine to fuck however and whenever I want."

Mingi bit down hard on your breast, he didn't draw blood this time but it was definitely hard enough to leave a mark. He continued biting all over your chest and collarbone as he fucked you, licking over the areas where he had bitten to soothe them.

The sounds in the room were lewd, to say the least, your loud moans and Mingi's deep grunts adding to the filthy, wet sound of him thrusting in and out of you over and over again. You were still full of his cum from his first orgasm and it sounded so dirty as he fucked it back up into you. Mingi leaned up and watched his hard cock slide in and out of your core, glistening with your combined juices.

"This filthy little cunt is so small and tight it can't take my big cock and all my cum at once...it's squirting out as I fuck you."

The ex-angel slid his finger over your folds as they hugged his thick cock, gathering up some of his cum and lifting it to your lips, "Lick it off, Whore."

You did as you were told, cleaning his finger completely of his salty cum, never breaking eye contact. "More, please." You smiled up at him with fake innocence.

"Fuck. You're so dirty." Mingi groaned before collecting even more cum on two of his long fingers and forcing them into your mouth. When you had sucked him clean, he leaned down and licked your lips where some of his cum was glistening, having escaped your tongue.

With his fingers still wet from your mouth he reached down and started to rub fast circles over your swollen clit. You were so close already from his degrading words and his new dominating persona that it didn't take much for you to be on the edge of another orgasm.

"Are you gonna cum again for me, baby?"

"Yes...please, Mingi, I want to cum for you."

"Cum all over my cock, then. That's all a whore like you is good for, after all."

You came hard, loving the way he was degrading you in his deep, rough voice and your tight walls clenching around him so hard almost stopped his thrusts.

"Fuck, your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard I almost can't move. You really love being my little whore, don't you."

You nodded, in too much of a daze from the intense orgasm to form a coherent sentence. It only took Mingi a few more deep thrusts to reach his second orgasm and you felt his cock twitch as he released, forcing more of his cum into you. As he pulled out you felt the warmth as both his releases gushed out from between your thighs.

"So beautiful..." Mingi said quietly as he watched it continue to run out, smearing it over you with his fingers.

"I'm yours now." He said, looking at you with a soft intensity that was in such contrast to how he had been with you just a moment ago. You loved that Mingi's demon form was so dominating and powerful but loved even more that he hadn't lost his feelings for you in the transition.

You laid on the bed together for a while, you were still a little out of it so he just held you in his arms tightly.

Eventually you broke the silence, "Shall we go home?"

Mingi's soft smile made your heart stutter in a way you still weren't used to, "Sure...show me where I belong now."

                                                     ********

"So... This is the one who took you away from us." Hongjoong looked Mingi over, sizing him up. He may have been a fair bit smaller than your new demon boyfriend but he was much stronger as Mingi was so new.

"Be nice, Joongie..." Seonghwa chided gently, "He might still share."

You looked up at Mingi, wondering how he'd react. His possessive streak was evident the moment he was turned. He looked over the both of them...you weren't quite sure what he was thinking but if you were honest, it looked like he was eyeing them up. You weren't sure, though, you hadn't discovered all of his new personality traits yet.

Hwa was looking Mingi straight in the eye, smirking almost challengingly. In response your the red-haired demon lightly bit his bottom lip in between his teeth, clearly tempted by the invitation.

"I think we can play..." He said, looking straight back into Seonghwa's dark eyes, "Don't you, baby?" He mused, turning to you.

You smiled happily up at him, already imagining having all three of them using you as they wished.

"In that case, I wanna play, too." You heard San's voice chime in before you saw the demon leaning against the doorframe, his eyes twinkling in anticipation. This was gonna be fun.

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Physical Fatality Part 12- Grief

18+ Hawks x fem, pro hero!reader

Summary: You’re a rising star in All Might’s agency. Hawks is the darling of Endeavor’s. By virtue of your job descriptions, the two of you are supposed to hate each other, or at the very least be cautiously neutral. For a long time that’s exactly what the two of you did. You stayed out of each other’s way and formed little opinion of the other. One fateful night at an HPSC gala changes all that. Based on the album Hopeless Fountain Kingdom by Halsey.

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Over the course of your relationship Hawks has seen you pissed off quite a bit. He’s seen you mildly annoyed, he’s seen you decently irritated, and he’s seen you practically rabid with rage. He is intimately familiar with the spectrum of your anger.

And yet all of those times combined cannot compare to the level of rage he sees in you now.

Red Riot, who Hawks now realizes must have arrived with you, rushes to Bakugo’s side to check on him. Only once you’re positive Hawks and Bakugo won’t lunge at each other again do you unceremoniously drop Hawks to the ground. “What the fuck is your problem?” you demand as you storm over to him. “Look I’m sorry but-“ he starts but you don’t let him finish. “There shouldn’t be a ‘but’ in that sentence Hawks why the fuck are you fighting Bakugo of all people? You could’ve killed him!” “Technically he could’ve killed me too, let’s not make him sound helpless.” “That is NOT the point Hawks.” “Right yea no, of course it isn’t. Look I’m sorry things got out of hand but-” “Out of hand? OUT OF HAND? Your lack of self awareness is genuinely fucking phenomenal my GOD.” “Christ will you fucking listen to me instead of cutting me off every fucking time I try to speak?” “You don’t get to make demands right now! You know all this shit reflects back on me!” “Right your precious fucking reputation.” “Yes! My job relies on it remember!” “Could you forget about All Might and the press and whatever else for one goddamn minute? Our relationship is fucking drowning in it!” “What fucking relationship? I don’t even know what the fuck this is anymore.” “What are you on about now?” “We’re not lovers Hawks! We’re just strangers with the same damn hunger to be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all and it’s gotten genuinely pathetic now.” “Pathetic?” “Yes pathetic! Because clearly we aren’t supposed to be together!” “Says who?” “Look around you Hawks! Apparently fucking everyone and everything!”

Your words seem to echo around the two of you, both of your chests heaving in the wake of the argument. Both of you had forgotten yourselves for a moment and as awareness creeps back in you suddenly can feel the eyes of every reporter and civilian in the area boring into you. “What are you saying (y/n)?” Hawks asks and his voice is heartbreakingly quiet, hands clenched into fists. “I’m saying this is done,” you reply. “Don’t do this, please, I love you and-“ “No you don’t Hawks. You might think you do but you don’t. We love love and the idea of it and for fleeting moments between the arguments and the press and our bosses and everything else we thought we had it but we don’t. Or at least it’s not strong enough to out weigh everything else. I’m sorry,” you sigh before turning away. Cameras flash and reporters shout questions but you ignore them all as you walk over to where Kirishima is helping Bakugo up off the ground. “(Y/n)-“ Bakugo starts to say but you cut him off. “Don’t. I’ll deal with you after we get you patched up,” you tell him before you and Kirishima start walking him back to your agency.

Hawks stares after you, feeling frozen in place as you leave him behind and take his shattered heart with you. “Told you so,” Monoma suddenly taunts from beside him. Hawks jumps, having not noticed when Monoma had come down from the building’s rooftop. Hawks whirls around to face him, grabbing hold of the collar of his shirt. “Ah, ah, ah, don’t you think you’ve done enough damage?” Monoma asks cheekily, jerking his head towards the still flashing cameras. Hawks’ grip tightens momentarily before releasing the other man. Unfortunately Monoma has a point and Hawks really isn’t eager to make things even harder for you. “Don’t worry bird boy, I’ll invite you to our wedding,” Monoma tells the other man before flouncing away, pleased with himself. Hawks tells himself the best he can do now is wait for you to calm down and talk to you then so without another word and before he can do anything else to worsen the situation, he takes off back to Endeavor’s agency and hopes the others from the task force will have good news to share.

The first words he hears when he walks into the meeting room on the top floor are “You’re a fucking idiot” from none other than Shoto Todoroki himself. “I really don’t want to talk about it,” Hawks sighs. “You’re the only one. Pretty much every gossip blog and news outlet ever is talking about it,” Tokoyami tells him. “Headlines are all about how (y/n) is rubbing off on you in the worst possible ways and speculating about your break up,” Midoriya adds in, an unspoken accusation buried beneath his faux neutral tone. “We didn’t break up, she’s just upset,” Hawks denies, desperate to be right. “Really? Looked like a break up to me and the thousands of people who’ve already read the articles and the few dozen people that watched this whole train wreck you started,” Shoto quips. “Can we please just focus on the mission? Please tell me you got good intel,” Hawks sighs. “Since some of us are capable of doing our job, yes. Luckily for you the terror group is in the building we were watching and since you and Kacchan drew so much attention to the other building they think we’re way off base in our search for them. We should be able to make a move by this weekend,” Midoriya informs him. “Great. What now?” Hawks replies. “Now we wait to move out and I go back to my agency to reassure my probably panicked best friend,” Midoriya bites out before handing the last of his operation notes to Shoto and storming out.

“Jesus, I thought Deku was a puppy,” Hawks remarks as the door slams closed. “Midoriya’s always been scary when he wants to be, he’s just also very genuinely kind,” Tokoyami shrugs. “Which is exactly why being on his bad side is a nightmare,” Shoto points out. “Thanks Shoto. Really making me feel better.” “I wasn’t trying to make you feel better. In fact you should feel bad.” “I’m gonna call her,” Hawks sighs as he pulls out his phone to dial your number. The first call rings for awhile before going to voicemail. So does the second. The third is sent straight to voicemail. The fourth doesn’t even go through as he’s promptly alerted his number has been blocked. Hawks swears and tosses his phone onto the table in frustration. “I must have really crossed the line,” he sighs. “You think?” Shoto asks with a raised eyebrow.

“For the record I threw the first punch,” Bakugo admits somewhat sheepishly as you dab at one of several cuts he sustained during the fight. “Unprovoked?” “Obviously not.” “Then it doesn’t change anything. And you’re not off the hook either, what the fuck were you thinking?” you question as you start bandaging him up. “I don’t know, Monoma was being a little shit which got Hawks all worked up and then I tried to get him to back down and we both got worked up and well... you know how that went,” he admits. He watches as your phone lights up again with Hawks’ contact info. You grab it, sending him to voicemail again before blocking his number and putting your phone back down. “Are you sure about breaking up with him?” Bakugo asks and you can tell by how uncharacteristically gentle his voice is that he’s concerned. “I.... don’t know. In a perfect world I’d love to take the time to unpack all of this bullshit and work it out with him. I already know I’ll miss him. I’ll miss the mornings with him laying in my bed and the thought of a forever him and me but I bet all he’ll miss is my body,” you confess. “Don’t you think you’re not giving him enough credit?” “Probably. But I can’t sit at home and be his housewife which means I have to focus on salvaging my career. I’m lucky All Might is out of the office, gives me time to try and think up a sales pitch.” “You’re a good hero (y/n). All Might knows that.” “He also knows he gave me an ultimatum,” you point out. You finish off bandaging Bakugo up and he looks as if he’s about to say something else but you resume talking before he can. “I’m going to head home and lie low. Hopefully I’ll still be employed next time you see me,” you sigh before giving Bakugo’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze and walking out.

The video of you and Hawks’ break up is already viral by the time you get back to your apartment.

You walk straight past the living room, completely ignoring your concerned roommates, and head right into your room. Your phone alerts you to several no doubt concerned texts from Midoriya but you ignore them all as you collapse onto your bed. You lie there for awhile, letting your phone ping almost incessantly with concern from your friends and all the news alerts mentioning your name. When your ringtone cuts through all the other alerts you almost ignore it, assuming it’s Midoriya calling to check on you. Your heart sinks when All Might’s name flashes on the screen instead. You take a deep breath, stubbornly ignoring the way it rattles in your chest, and then answer the phone. “(Y/n)....” All Might starts. “I know,” you answer. “We had a deal.” “I’m a good hero. You know I am.” “I know you are. But we had a deal. I’m sorry.”

Numb.

Achingly,

Heart wrenchingly,

World endingly,

Numb.

That’s how you feel as you listen to All Might continue to justify his decision without actually hearing a word he’s saying. You vaguely register apologies and talk of the agency’s reputation, but for the most part you’re too busy feeling your entire universe crashing down around you to pay much attention to his words. You don’t know how long it’s been when you finally register that he’s been calling your name. “(Y/n)! Are you alright?” All Might presses. You don’t answer. You hang up your phone, face still blank, as Denki and Mina appear in your doorway. They both look you over for a long moment before wordlessly climbing onto your bed to join you. They cuddle up on either side of you and only once you’re safely wrapped up in their arms do you finally allow yourself to break. You mourn the career you worked so hard for as sobs wrack through your body. Your chest and ribs burn with the force of it but the feeling is nothing compared to the bitter grief of losing your job. As your friends hold you, you utter only one heartbreaking phrase between sobs:

“What am I if not a hero?”

Author’s Note: 🥲 we’re getting close to the end game now everyone, and boy oh boy does it hurt

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The Future is What?

Hi all! So my imagination is big, and this was a flapping cape to its bull! Enjoy, or don’t, no judgement!

I owe it all to @dirtystyles

"Did I get it?" He feels like it should be rather obvious, but they've been at this, off and on, for most of the day.

Well, not this particular pursuit, but the pursuit of pleasure, his and hers, since he woke up hard and she woke up willing.

So she's very wet and swollen and sensitive too. The deluge had come and gone and come again, it's fair to say.

She smiled, but that wasn't an answer. Her eyes were hazy and she looked just as fucked out as him. But he really wanted to know, couldn't help but ask, both times.

It had started as pillow talk. "You remember that shirt you wore, like early on?"

She'd worn a lot of shirts, she can't stop herself when it comes to a clever tee, so she just raised a sweaty brow at him from where she is lying on his right laurel.

"You know the one." He nudged her with his hip. And he knew he was blushing and she knew he was blushing and she tried to think of red cheek inducing shirts? But then she started thinking how her lower cheeks were probably red from the friendly slaps he'd given her when their morning side lying fuck had turned into full on doggie. God bless younger men.

"I have a lot of cheeky shirts?" She shrugs, it jostles his balls.

"Heeeey, careful!" He warns but he's smiling and his dimples and eye crinkles are almost meeting so she climbs up to kiss him and lay on his shoulder.

"No, really, just tell me what shirt?"

She can't believe he's embarrassed. They've been dancing around for a month, and had been moved on to the horizontal mambo with glee weeks ago.

It had started innocently enough. Around Thanksgiving, she was texting the group chat how she hated that her kiddos were away and she was alone on the actual day. She'd used some crying emojis- it was dramatic, but she was in the right field for that. There had been a smattering or sympathetic responses, Harry had sent a thumbs down. Then with barely a moments pause he'd texted, "Wanna come over? I'm cooking way too much!" To only her.

"Why? You're not even American?" Had been her response. The shrug emoji made her smile. He was kinda weird, and cute, no, hot. So hot, but cute.

She should know better, she might be accused of leading man-itis.

She couldn't deny she was kinda into him. I mean, he was a dreamboat and they decked him out to full wattage daily on set, but she was his boss and older and had kids and had just gotten out of relationship and, and, and. To all these reasons she had to say, "shut the fuck up!" to her own brain.

He could be just being nice. He was seriously the nicest man she'd ever met.

Or, what if it was a move? Did she want it to be a move? No? Yes? Yes...why couldn't she have nice things? She was a badass, and now a single mom who deserved but didn't require love.

And he was an adult. She'd make sure he knew the playing field and rules. That they'd have to share home court advantage, if they were even gonna play to have rematches in the future.

More than anything, the most compelling thing, was the way he made her smile. She appreciated thoughtfulness, and the way her remembered names, preferences, dietary restrictions and favorite flowers, it just melted her. She really thought she'd lost the ability to melt when her vagina died.

She supposed the impulsive adventurer inside never died, even when made shy by more than one bite.

Of course, she texted back, "Address?" Just to him.

And three hours later she'd had an incredible meal and two orgasms.

Then, even with her warning him off, and some wise voice reminding her she often fell too fast, they'd fallen into each other.

On Christmas Eve, when he'd found her crying that her kids didn't come home until morning, he'd pulled her downstairs to excitedly play Santa and then given her a beautiful Gucci outfit, asked her to be his date at his best friend's wedding, and told her if he had to be away from family for Christmas he could imagine no one better to be with.

She was already on his hook, but line and sinker were now also accomplished.

So much for rules and boundaries, and home court advantage definitely looked like her at his house overnight whenever hers was quiet, and driving his car too.

So, that he was so embarrassed now surprised her. They had dove deeply into one another, been bare emotionally as well, they'd rehashed her divorce and her almost marriage. Then his past, his band, his homesickness and his tattoos. She was amazed he felt self conscious, laying with her naked, whatever the topic of her conversation tees were.

"Just tell me the shirt, baby." She knew that melted him right back. He really loved all the couple things they were falling into, she could see it when he preened at small touches or glowed at pet names.

"Um, well." She can't help but laugh, he's so good at action, both at home and when she calls it on set, but he gets incredibly tongue tied with words. Probably why he did music, too. Easier to share thoughts to a page than person.

"Cmon!" She said against his mouth, "tell me..." she bit his lower lip.

"The one about the future." He waits for her to fill the rest in.

"The voting shirt I bought everybody?" That concerned the future.

"Um," he rolls his eyes, she assumes at himself. "The female ejaculation one."

"Oh!" Oh!! She had worn that one to set. It was when she was kinda starting to feel Harry. She wanted him to think of her cumming. She supposed it worked, though she was a tiny bit embarrassed at her brazenness. Most days she thought of it as her best trait. Maybe it was, it was working for her, clearly. "Yeah, what about it?" He was avoiding eye contact. She wanted him to look at her.

He finally did, and he gripped her hips proprietarily, like he needed to be reminded he could, that he had some entitlement to her for this conversation. "Can you?"

Could she? Could she what? Oh, OH! "Um, I have. But it's not like commonplace."  She traced his eyebrows and perched on his hips. That was doing fun things to him. "Have you ever?"

He nodded. "But just once, and I'm not sure how I did it. I'd like to learn to master it." He gave her a smug look, well as smug as he could look blushing. The sex flush and sweat helped.

"Oh, you'd like to master it, huh?" She tickled him a little and he squirmed and they giggled together. "How long do you suppose that could take? I've got all day!" She was joking.

"I've got years!" He raised an eyebrow at her.

Years? With them? Why was that compelling? this was a fling. But so was her first marriage, she supposed. A lovely life changing short lived thing that turned into years.

The butterflies in her belly were familiar, from that lifetime ago.

"Alright." She crawled up and over his face. "Let's see that diligence, Styles."

He's really good at this, and they both seemed to  like when she's in charge. That's working for them when she's in her director's chair or using his face as a seat.

That one was too easy.  She came, but not like he was hoping for.

His long fingers played her next, and she thinks they may have nearly had it.

After that, he was too pent to just let that erection go to waste. That one may have been a wasted opportunity, if they had added some vibes or she had got her fingers down there they may have got it. Also, if Harry had been able to hold off longer.

"Sorry!" He'd breathed into her neck.

She could only laugh, yeah, sorry for today's first orgasm to her fifth. She knew how goal oriented he was though. "It's ok." She ruffled his hair and kissed him.

The nap was needed and inevitable. He woke up on a mission.

This time, he employed all the lessons they'd learned.

But her body was groggy.

"Harry, baby—"

"Hmmm?" He hummed from where he was beneath the blanket, head between her legs immediately after he pulled out. That'd be hot, but..

"Baby, I need a break." She pushed the blankets off and cupped his jaw before pulling him up. "And food."

"I'll cook for you." He got up naked as the day and she slapped his little ass as he went.

"That did it! It happened!" She laughed and he narrowed his eyes at her.

"You're a menace and a meany." He leaned over to kiss her on her sweaty forehead. "What do you want?"

"Whatever can be ready in the space of a shower, I'm so hungry."

"No!" He shook his head. "Don't wash."

"Ok Napoleón. I'll feel better if I'm clean."

"But it'll be like starting over. We're not finished yet."

"Baby, we have time. There's no rush." She reminded him. They'd talked about this. He was scared too, to many relationships sacrificed to fame. She didn't give a fuck; not her first rodeo and all.

He'd been right though. She'd met him in the kitchen and his breakfast in bed plan was foiled. Then they watched a movie, then a documentary.

Luckily that was boring enough, or they were new enough, a make out had ensued.

So here she was, splayed out on the couch, shaking, and she figured when her brain and legs started working again she'd be pissed there were no sheets to simply change. She had an upholstery cleaner somewhere.

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled. "You definitely got it." His pleased smile, like when he nailed a take, it's her favorite, along with his kiss.

The future looked bright.

[egcdeath]

secret santa

pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader

a/n: this is so self indulgent. SO SELF INDULGENT. more self indulgent than anyone will ever be able to comprehend. before u all read this, i want u to know it was originally supposed to be about training ransom at a job, but then i realized that i nothing about 1. working at a coffee shop and 2. training an employee. also, i am the worst at writing dialogue. so i didn’t write a lot of dialogue LMAO enjoy :)

also, half of this was written at 1 am. just a warning

warnings: coffee shop au, enemies (kinda) to lovers, a lil fluff, not really angst but bitter feelings, kinda slow burn and then all the sudden a fast burn i’m sorry 😭

word count: 2.6k

You woke up to the sound of your alarm rumbling your bedside table sometime around the asscrack of dawn, and rubbed your eyes with a groan. Sometimes, you really couldn’t stand your job, but bills didn’t really pay themselves, did they? You rolled out of bed, and began your dreaded morning routine before heading out to start your opening shift at your local café.

Somewhere between warming up the espresso machine and taking out last night’s trash (which you shouldn’t have had to do in the first place), an older, yet expensive looking car pulled up to the front of the parking lot. You were a bit confused, as you’d never seen this vehicle, and it was quite clear that you weren’t exactly open yet. You watched as a tall man hopped out of the car, wearing a large peacoat and very unnecessary sunglasses. He approached the door, gave it a knock, then waited for you to come open it for him. Reluctantly, you made your way over, and in order to keep yourself safe, began to speak through the glass.

“Can I help you?” You asked in an annoyed tone, then gestured towards the piece of paper that labeled your hours on the door. There was no reason for any customer to be here this early. You looked up at the mystery man and made a rather intense eye contact with him. If this was any indicator of your crowd today, work was going to be far from pleasant.

“Yeah, I was told that I’m starting today?” He had a wicked smirk on his face, like he knew he was getting under your skin already. You hated people like him, and couldn’t believe that he could possibly be your coworker. On the bright side, he probably wouldn’t last long in the first place.

“Well, are you sure you’re here on time? I can’t see any situation where Melissa would schedule to open for your very first shift.” You commented with a furrowed brow.

“Eh, I kinda just figured I’d come in whenever. The girl in my bed was an early riser, so I thought to myself ‘Why not just come in now?’” He said casually.

“Your name?” You inquired, trying to keep your annoyance to yourself, and put on a customer service smile.

“Hugh, or Ransom,” he responded. You turned around, allowed yourself a huff and eye roll, then walked through the kitchen, and into the break room to check if he truly was a new employee, or just some random creep. Sure enough, a bright pink post-it note in very neat handwriting confirmed this man’s existence. You made your way back to the door, unlocked it, and let him in.

“Since you’re here, you should… set down the chairs,” you told him, less than entertained by his presence. You could just tell he was bad news. This Ransom guy was like the textbook definition of a red flag. He talked your ear off while you tried to get through your opening routine, some casual remarks about his last hookup, complaints about how he only got this job because his mother was a regular and good friends with your manager, and how he was threatened to get cut out of his grandfather’s will if he didn’t get employed soon, and what better way to spite your family than to mess up their daily coffees.

Eventually, a few more of your coworkers, along with your manager, Melissa, made it to the café before the morning rush began. You were sitting down at your typical barstool spot, and sipping an iced Americano when Melissa broke the news to you that you would be training the new employee. Upon hearing the news, you audibly groaned, and rubbed your forehead. There was no way that you could handle this man.

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During his first week, Ransom not only managed to offer (and successfully give) six customers his phone number, break two mugs, mess up more orders than even Euclid could comprehend, and spill straws a multitude of times all over the floor, but he began to flirt with you relentlessly. You had no idea why you’d become his new target of choice, when it was clear that he could have literally anyone he wanted. Maybe he liked that you were playing hard to get.

If you were being honest, you had to accept that he was handsome. And rich. And the definition of a fuckboy. And since you were being frank with yourself, you had to acknowledge that you were attracted to that ‘toxic and will treat you like shit’ kind of guy. You had a roster of ex boyfriends to prove that for you.

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It was a pretty slow Tuesday afternoon, which meant you were sitting on your phone until a customer placed an order. Eventually, the little bell above the door chimed, and an older man came through, ordering a dark and bitter drink, then standing by the counter to wait. You began to restock lids while Ransom took care of making the drink, and once it was ready, you passed it over to the man. The man in question took a rather large sip, then promptly spat it out.

“What the fuck is this!” He roared, barely giving you time to react before he proceeded to toss the drink at you, spilling most of the hot content on your apron.

You gasped, gawking down at your scorched and ruined clothing, then up at the customer, who’d turned around with a huff and left, leaving a stream of strong language on his way out. You bit back tears at the whole fiasco, and cringed as both the steamy drink, and your salty tears stung different parts of your body. You turned to look at the barista, who had passed you along the drink, and were met with no other than the white devil himself. It seemed that all the blood had drained from his already otherwise pale face.

“Oh my god, this is all my fault,” he began remorsefully. “Let me make it up to you somehow.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, running a hand through your hair, and shoving Ransom angrily while you more or less stomped into the staff bathroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and frowned before bringing up your bundled apron to your face and screaming into it. Stupid fucking customers. Stupid fucking job. Stupid fucking Ransom. It’s like he came to your job just to make it hell. You were tired of cleaning up all these messes for him, and honestly, you wish he’d just quit already. The longer you worked with him, the more tempted you were to pour sugar in his gas tank, then take a club and break all the windows in the Beemer.

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For the next month, your brain was completely elsewhere at work. Your brain was constantly going back and forth with you between finding Ransom hot and horrendous. While the pair of you finished up closing one night, you heard your coworker begin to speak to you as you placed your hand on the keys in your pocket.

“I know you hate me, Y/N. I get it. What that guy did to you was awful, and yes it was my fault, but what else have I done to hurt you?” He asked, seemingly out of the blue. You weren’t even sure how to respond. Ignoring the man and demonizing him in your head had become almost a second nature. “I mean, I think we could’ve been good friends. Even though you seem to think I’m devil incarnate, I think you’re a pretty cool chick-“ he continued before being cut off by you.

“Why do you even care?” you burst out, “Ransom, you just don’t get it do you? You’re just.. a douchebag. I get it, you have your moments where you’re candid and open with people, but half of the time you’re talking, you’re objectifying someone. Or bragging about something you own. Don’t get me wrong, I could get past what you did to me on accident, but you seriously have to work on yourself,” the words just seemed to pour out without your control. “Goodnight, Ransom,” you said simply before leaving the café for the night.

——

Since that day, the tension between you and Ransom had evidently become more thick. Since he was finally finished training with you, you made sure to only speak to him if you absolutely needed to, and even then, you only communicated with him in brief and straightforward answers. Sure, it seemed like a small thing to be upset about, and sure, he’d apologized, but something told you that any excuse to stay away from Ransom was a good excuse.

Though he appeared to be an immoral and selfish man, he seemed genuinely sorry for all that he’d put you through. Occasionally, you’d be sitting in the break room and look up from your phone to see him watching you. When you’d make eye contact, he would look like he wanted to say something to you, but your petty ass would leave, or look back at your phone. He was bad news anyway.

Your boss quickly caught onto what was going on between the two of you, and usually, Melissa didn’t like to participate in petty drama, but your new sour mood was such a stark contrast from before, and it seemed to shift the whole mood of the café.

That afternoon, Melissa called for a team meeting a bit before closing, and suggested a family dinner along with a Secret Santa. She’d said something along the lines of ‘It’s been way too long since we’ve done a team bonding activity, and a gift exchange is perfectly fitting for the Holiday season.’ This did make you perk up, as Melissa had a great taste in restaurants, and you were always down for a good gift exchange.

Melissa then told everyone to write their names down, then put them in a decorative Santa hat. You and your coworkers obliged, then began to pass around the hat once again in order to draw a name. You really hoped to get Xavier. You had the perfect idea of something he’d love. As you drew a piece of paper from the hat, you imagined the matching pair of fluffy socks for a human and dog that you’d passed by during your last trip to Target. You began to unfold it, thinking of what color he might like the most, when you looked down and saw ‘Ransom’ drawn out in chicken scratch.

You tried your best to mask your annoyance at who you received, but on the inside, you were seething. You mentally cursed the universe out while you pulled on your coat, and grimaced to yourself once you got out to your car. How were you supposed to get this asshole a gift?

—-

The week leading up to the exchange went fairly well for you, although it was getting a bit exhausting to be so mad at Ransom all the time. You tried to be less harsh with him, considering you needed to learn more about him in order to get him a somewhat decent gift for your exchange.

He’d seem to have taken your conversation with him to heart, and began to talk less and less about other girls when he was working with you. He didn’t comment on how well your jeans fit you, and you noticed that he’d often overextend himself in order to help you with (pretty basic) daily aspects of the job. Ransom would ask you questions about yourself, and your family, and speak less about himself. If you were honest with yourself, he was becoming a better man. And the best part was, he seemed to be doing it just for you. The thought of which brought heat to your face.

—

On the night of the exchange, you threw on a hideous and scratchy Christmas sweater before picking up your neatly wrapped gift for Ransom. You truly hoped that he’d like it, even though it certainly wasn’t the most expensive item. You bid farewell to your cat, then went on your way to the restaurant. You had to admit, you were a bit late. So it should’ve been no surprise when you arrived, and found that the only seat left at the table was next to Ransom. You gave him a cordial smile before sitting down and ordering yourself a glass of Merlot.

Something about being so close to him was kind of riling you up. The strong timbre sent coming off of him was making your whole body feel slightly warmer than normal, and you tried to ignore this strange sensation while you talked and joked with your coworkers. At one point, Ransom leaned in nice and close to you, and began to speak to you.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as hideous as Karmen’s sweatshirt,” he whispered right into the shell of your ear. Maybe it was the wine talking, but that simple action sent a whole chill through your body, and made you flush even harder than you’d flushed before. You let out a little giggle and nodded in agreement, looking across the table at her very ugly sweater.

“To be fair, the whole point of this was to wear something really ugly,” you turned your head back to where it was before, only to find that Ransom had somehow moved even closer to you.

“I just don’t know where you find something like that,” he commented, gazing much too deep into your eyes. You swore you felt the room shift after he began looking at you like that. There was about a 20% chance that you’d be able to keep your panties on after this kind of exchange. Luckily for you, a waitress broke the tension for you, setting down a few plates for everyone, then bidding them farewell. Damn.

The food was amazing, and didn’t last very long, meaning that it was time to pass gifts around sooner than later. You watched as Amy received a gift card from Sophie, Emily opened a plethora of chocolates gifted to her by Melissa, and Xander whiffed a candle given to him by Kennedy, then, it was your turn. You glanced around the table before you felt the arm next to you reach down, then hand you an oversized gift bag.

“I hope you like it,” Ransom said with a shy smile. You casually felt your cheeks on your way to pull out the very large item. You found it was a very large, and soft, hand knit blanket. It looked like it could’ve cost a small fortune, and you immediately found yourself embarrassed.

“Oh wow. This is perfect! Thank you so much,” you grinned over at your coworker, who seemed to be blushing himself. “Well, I guess I should probably give you this then,” you chuckled awkwardly before passing him your wrapped package. He tore it open barbarically, then began to laugh. Of all the gifts in the world, you two had gotten each other somewhat similar items. Sure, it wasn’t hand knit with the love of some grandma who ran a small business on Etsy, but it was the thought that counts.

“I love it, Y/N,” he exclaimed, looking deep into your eyes once again. He ran his fingers through the soft fabric, then set a hand on your arm. In that moment, it felt like time stopped. It was just you two, sitting in a quiet room, enjoying the presence of each other. You don’t even know what had gotten into you, but before you knew it, you felt a nose pressed up against yours, and a billion butterflies erupt out of your stomach. You heard a few grimaces from your coworkers at the sappy, Hallmark-like moment but what could you say.

Maybe Ransom was not that bad after all.