#SO thankful the site i use has a shot of it just before he scratched it up 🤧

[lumiereandcogsworth]

thinking about… him

[wildestdreamsblog]

Your Protector, Forever

Pairing: 6’4 Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Soft!dark Bucky Barnes, Yandere!Bucky Barnes, size kink? Bad words?  If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

Summary: How could you, the one he had been bickering with for the past months, be so small? How could he not protect someone as small as you? or Basically, a fic where Bucky saw you in person for the first time and proclaimed himself as your protector..and man.

A/N: hola!!!! I come again bearing a gift to you for my 600 followers celebration! IDK if this is considered as a long one-shot, but alas, please enjoy my loves!!!

Steve’s story

"Left!" you shouted over the microphone, your eyes following the dot on the screen where he was heading- right towards the enemy, right to the opposite direction that you pointed at him, "I said left, you idiot!" you hissed. Eight men were awaiting him right around the corner, but he was moving as if he was goading you, as if your irritation at him elated him to no extent. This sadistic as fuck bastard.

"I swear once you get back I will report your ass!" you promised him as your fingers tapped away on your keyboard, sending him reinforcements. You alerted Sam that his adopted friend was being an idiot once again, making your job more difficult than it already was. It was your job to take care of the logistics, to make sure that these agents, no matter how strong they were, would get to do their jobs without injuries, or if you were lucky, with minimal scratches.

But with you being assigned to that bulky and always sarcastic, no-good, smirking man, with his shoulder length, brunette hair on a bun, your job was ensured to not be easy. In fact, the two of you always bickered, with you throwing insults at his face (or mostly just shouting at his ear piece) and him doing whatever he wanted with a devil-may-care attitude, the two of you were bound to crash. You were almost sure he was making sure of it. No one had gotten into your nerve more than James Barnes, or as his friends called him, Bucky. Mostly you just called him an idiot or a pain-in-the-ass, or God's nastiest mistake. Well...you hadn't seen the man in person but from the pictures that you had seen, he was far from nasty. He looked like a gentleman, one that knows how to treat his girl like a queen. Pfft, that was what you thought before you got paired up with him.

Now you just missed Natasha and your dynamics when working together.

"I'd love to see you try and report me, little bird. And maybe then, I'd actually see the woman who has been constantly screaming in my ear, and not in the good way," his deep, baritone voice remarked over the line. You swore your blood pressure just got up to a new record from hearing his voice. You someone approaching him from behind, and with a measured voice, "Someone's approaching you from behind."

You could hear several grunts, and what you could assume were bodies falling before you heard his voice, "Thanks, little bird. I knew I could count on you-"

"Shut up."

"YOU'RE SUSPENDING ME?" Bucky's angry voice could have been heard on the whole floor, if not for Tony's sound-proof office. Bucky's tall form was almost shaking from anger, his usual stoic face was betraying his irritation from his suspension.

Tony rolled his eyes before he looked at Steve who was beside Bucky, his eyes apologetic when he failed to calm his best friend down. "It's only for a month-"

"ONE MONTH?" He looked at the two men as if they were out of their minds. How could he sit down and do nothing for the next month? He had always done something with himself, he wasn't used to siting idly. What was he supposed to do? Watch the birds fly? Wait for the flowers to bloom?

He was hulking out, screaming his frustrations out, when Tony raised his hand, "If you only know how to follow orders, you wouldn't be in this situation, Barnes. What was your problem with Y/N?"

"Oh, so she reported this?"

Bucky slammed his massive hand at the table, and cracks appeared on the edges before he leaned down, his iced-blue eyes sharpening at Tony, "I'll deal with her." Tony just shrugged at his announcement, knowing that Bucky really would not kill you. He turned around abruptly, his long legs carrying him to the door when you opened the door from the outside, and he almost crashed into you. Well, he did but he was able to steady you before you fell.

You watched his brows furrowed, his eyes confused before he took a step back and regarded you once again. His eyes followed your form from head to toe and you could not believe that even in person, Bucky was getting into your nerves. He was being insufferable once again.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you took a step forward as if asking him to a fight when he uttered words that angered you further.

"Oh, you're-" he started, fueling fire to your ire, "-you're so little."

"What?"

"You're physically small. How do you survive life?"

"EXCUSE ME? I am five feet and almost two inches."

You saw Steve buried his face on his hands, before he touched Bucky's muscular back. "Bucky, that's not polite."

"But Steve, she's small-” he turned to Steve as if he could not believe his own eyes and had to show his best friend you, “Do you have someone protecting you?" he leaned in to look down at your eyes, his tone was serious and you weren't sure if he was being real.

Your eyes found Captain America’s eyes, asking him quietly what was wrong with his best friend’s brain. 

You were appalled at this point, and the only thing that signaled that this wasn't a dream was Tony's voice laughing in the background. "Pr-protecting me?" you stuttered before you squinted your eyes at him. "Are you high?"

Bucky ignored her, snatching her arm closer to him and turning to Tony, “Where is her protection, Tony? How do you protect your employees? How do you protect her?” he asked in confusion. You glared at him, trying to free your arm from his grasp. “God, is this because I reported your ass?”

“What? No! This is more serious.”

And he meant it.

You stared at his eyes with fire burning in your own. You expected him to make another snarky remark, or annoy you to death, but he just looked at you like someone who was trying to figure out how you had survived life before him.

No matter, he was there now. 

You got yourself your own ‘protection’ as he so fondly  called it. The first time he delegated himself as such, you almost snarled at him. You just got off your work with a much better agent (because he wasn’t Bucky so tremendously better) when you decided to go out of the tower and grab a very late dinner. But lo and behold, like a shadow, Bucky emerged from the lobby. 

“It’s eleven, where are you going? It’s late!” he scolded at you with a frown on his face. You almost jumped when you heard his deep voice before you craned your neck up just to see him. See, this is why you think God has favorites. Why the hell was anyone allowed to be that tall when you were this small? 

You rolled your eyes at him. You were used to you nagging him and not the other way around. 

You ignored him- well, until you couldn’t because he was shadowing you as you went out to buy your favorite food, spicy chicken burger from Mcdonalds. You ordered your usual, with ice cream, large fries and iced coffee. You silently bought him the same before attempting to pay for them- attempting being the key word as he passed the cashier his cash before you could even blinked.

And the audacity of him to watch you as you ate with a satisfied smirk on his face. Well, this was free food. Who were you to say no to a blessing?

“Wipe that smug grin off your face, Barnes,” you said when you finished drinking your coffee. “Thanks for the food,” you said in an after thought.

“You’re welcome, little bird. You should eat more. You’re so small-”

And then you threw him your empty drink. In which he deflected.

“You know it’s not safe, right? You’re aware that this world is messed up?”

You jumped when you head his voice, again, behind you. You were waiting for the train, thinking that you had successfully dodged him today. You should have known better than to assume that you could easily shake off a trained Russian assassin. “Oh, look, it’s my protection service,” you announced dryly to no one in particular. You looked up at his tall form, his hair brushing his shoulders as he walked to you. “You’re so fragile, little bird. What if someone with a normal height accidentally pushes you? What if-”

“Are you calling my height abnormal?” 

He paused, before smiling at you and ruffling your hair affectionately. He escorted you inside the train. His height must have been intimidating to others because they gave way to him. That wasn’t the case when you were alone, you had to fight your way inside the train. Ugh the perks of being tall and handsome. Or maybe it was the angry scowl he had in his face.

Bucky positioned you on the corner, with his body protecting yours from other people who just wanted to go home at this hour of night. He was so close, your face was only inches from his chest and you could smell his natural scent. And damn it, the bastard even smelled good. The audacity.

You cleared your throat when you saw him looking down at you with male pride in his eyes, and an annoying smile in his face as he took you in. His body was brushing with yours from every movement the train made, from every other civilian who was getting on the train. Bucky took hold of your hand, and brought it up to his face as if inspecting it. He held it gently but firmly in his hand, concentrating on the fact that yours was not even half of his own. You pulled your hand away, you could feel your own cheeks heat up as you had never been this close with him before. You had only shouted and bickered at him merely a week ago, and yet here he was, having no problem standing close to you. 

“I don’t know if they taught you this when you rejoined civilization, but it’s not normal for someone to just follow anyone.”

He just shrugged, “I’m not following you, little bird.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Stalking is the right term, my bad.”

“I’m protecting you. That’s different.”

You ended up reasoning with him all the way home, with him smiling and nodding as if he understood your sentiment but would not budge on the subject. You hadn’t even noticed you were walking to your door with him. Bucky looked around the building, his huge hand guiding your back as you went up to your small apartment. He made a disapproving noise when Bucky saw the state of your door locks. He gestured to that, turned to you and inquired as to how did you survive life with this crappy security. And to which you just slammed the door to his face.

It was a good thing that you get to sleep in the next day as it was Saturday, your favorite day. No work, no responsibilities, just you and your bed. But of course, you woke up to a series of persistent doorbells, and even with you screaming for them to go away, they didn’t take pity on you. 

“What?!” you snarled, your hair still tousled from your sleep. You opened the door as angry as you could, but what greeted you was the apologetic smile of Steve Rogers, and the angry eyes of Bucky Barnes. You looked up to these two tall men standing in front of you at seven in the morning before Bucky suddenly lifted you up to his arms and slammed the door on Steve’s face. 

You squeaked as Bucky walked inside your apartment before heading to your bedroom, deposited you on the bed. “Where are your clothes, little bird? Do you answer your door wearing things like that?!”

You looked down on your little sleep wear. It was comfortable to sleep in, what was his problem?

“What is with you? Why are you here?”

“I wanted to fix your sorry excuse of a lock, and here you were answering doors like that! What if someone sees you and snatches you!”

“What’s it to you, Barnes? I can wear whatever I want, and anyone who sees me can look because this is the 21st century and women can wear what they want! I don’t know if they taught you this, but women are more independent now! We can dress whatever we want, date whoever we want, fuck whoever-”

You weren’t able to finish your litany before you felt his lips. His large hands were positioned on the back of your head and jaw, preventing you from moving as he finally took what he discovered he had been wanting for quite sometime now. Your mouth was open from your angry speech, and he took advantage of it by inserting his tongue inside yours. 

And God, you hadn’t been kissed like that before. His lips were moving sensually on yours, his tongue playful with the way he touched yours. He was deepening the kiss as if he couldn’t get enough of you, and your months-long pent up anger for him was bubbling the surface, making you attack his lips back. You shoved him down the bed, the force of his body hitting it made the bed frame creak. Your bed was a normal size for you, but with him on made it looked like it was too small for anyone. You sat on top of him, your legs on either side of him as your hands found his wrists and pinned it above him. You heard him laughed with made you even more persistent of pinning him down. Your mouth attacked his exposed neck and biting whatever skin your lips touched, wanting to show your irritation to him by marking him.

“Yes, my little bird. Mark your man,” he moaned in your ear.

You suddenly froze before letting go of his wrists slowly, your eyes founding his darkened ones, “You’re not my man,” you announced.

He smirked before sitting up, maneuvering your body  closer to his clothed, hard  length. Your hand suddenly found his broad shoulders to steady your self.

“From now on, I am your man, little bird.” he smiled at you tenderly, before his lips found your head and gave you a kiss. “And from now on, you are mine.”

It was a few minutes later when he finally let you leave the bed, but not without asking you to wear a robe over your sleepwear. Steve was waiting patiently outside the door when Bucky opened it with a smile.

“Look, Steve,” he craned his neck with a proud look on his face, his brown hair now in a neat bun, “my little bird marked me.” 

Oh my God, you were so embarrassed you couldn’t look Steve in the eye even when he apologized for Bucky’s openness. 

You opted to talk to Tony. No matter how Bucky had not done anything to hurt you, having him in your life constantly made you think that falling for him would not end up well. You had gone to that road before, and nope, you were not going to break your own heart again. And so you made a pretty, damn good case about how Bucky would probably react to a better tech-partner than you, how you had been unfair to report him, how he was needed in the field. And Tony agreed eagerly.

You didn’t see him for a few weeks.

Celebrating your friend’s well-deserved promotion, you found yourself on a sea of bodies one Friday night. You were wearing this cute dress that always made you feel confident. You were dancing to the beat, throwing your hands in the air as you laughed with your friends. 

The beat turned up, when you hit a solid form of body behind you. You were about to turn around when the large hand on your waist prevented you from doing so. “Miss me, my little bird?”

You gasped before turning around and looking up at his dark eyes. You whispered his name before he smiled darkly at you and easily dragged you to a more secluded and darker area of the club. Your back hit the wall, his muscular arms effectively trapping you and shielding you from the crowd that was mindlessly dancing to the heavy beat. The varying lights of the club making him look more sinister, darker, more savage. 

You gasped as he leaned down on you, leveling his face to you, “I just came back from mission to find my little bird out without someone protecting her?”

Jutting your chin forward, your stance looked like you were ready to challenge him, “And? I am a grown woman and no one is out to hurt me, Barnes! Why are you here dragging me as if you own me?”

“Tsk tsk,” he grasped your chin, “it’s because I do.” 

You pushed him away from you, but alas, your body could not sway his large and imposing form. His muscles were tight from tension, from having to track you down just to make sure you were safe. 

“Maybe all I need to do is to prove it to you, hmm?” 

What? 

And for the second time, he leaned down and kissed you. But his kisses weren’t like the gentle ones he gave you back in your apartment, no. This one was darker, this one was claiming. He shoved his thick thigh between your leg, hitting the right spot where you almost keened from the sudden attack of pleasure. 

He chuckled as he made you ride his thigh, your thong doing nothing to prevent him from actually touching your heat. A needy moan escaped you.

“That good, little bird? You like riding my thigh?” he teased you before he scattered deep kisses and bites on your neck, his warm breath making you feel more, making your feel warmer. 

His other hand caressed your thigh, inserting it inside your dress, before deliberately pressing down on your clit. And suddenly, you were experiencing this warm, white high. Your legs shook as you leaned against his arms, as you rode your high, and all you could hear was your heart beating louder than the music, and his praises of how good his little bird was. 

Slowly, you lifted your head to look at his blue eyes filled with lust, “Let go of me, Bucky.” you whispered.

He shook his head slowly, “I can’t let you go, my little bird. You’re mine,” 

He pressed down on you, his body weight flattening your to the wall, making you more aware of his state of arousal. You gasped when you felt his length. There was no way, if he looked as huge as it felt, that the two of you would work. 

You were drunk with his kisses when suddenly you felt his fingers inside you, stretching you, teasing your velvet walls. His fingers were so thick that you had no choice but to hold on to his large wrist for dear life as he made you ride his fingers. He was so good, it was as if he knew your body better than you knew yours. “You’re so tight, little bird. I can’t wait to feel how good you’re going to choke my hard cock,” he whispered filthy words in your ears before kissing you, tampering down your loud moaning.

From the point of view of the people dancing, he was just a man kissing his girl. His broad back shielded you from their eyes, not that anyone was looking. He would never let anyone see you like this, no. Little bird, you were his. 

And if you as so much tried to escape him and his protection again? Well, it was easy to cage a little bird until he could trust that your wings will always bring you back to him.

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[musingginger]

I absolutely love your writing!!!! Especially for Eddie

I loved your most recent drunk Eddie one I was wondering if you could do one but this time it’s eddie that has to take care of his really drunk girlfriend but she’s really emotional and upset while she’s drunk this time and just super fluffy story

kickstart my heart // eddie munson

Synopsis – Reader gets to lit at a party at Steve’s from Robin’s doing (isn’t that always the case), and Eddie’ gets to take care of reader.

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x You

Warnings – protective Eddie, implied sick reader (but no actual getting sick, promise), angsty reader, some cursing, kissing, LOTS of fluff, sweet Eddie, nicknames, established relationship, cute ending.

Word Count – 2.3k

A/N- Bless Eddie’s heart. I loved this request, so I HAD to do it! Reminder that requests ARE OPEN! Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. Also, this is only edited by me, so apologies if there are typos. And of course, if you enjoy it, please reblog! Hope you enjoy! Thanks! <3

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“Eddie, you gotta come with me. It’s Y/N.”

Robin burst in through the garage door right as Eddie was lighting up a blunt for Steve, Garreth and Jeff. His eyes widened as he handed off the blunt to Steve as he sprinted up the short flight of stairs leading into Steve’s massive house. Fear pounding through his chest.

“Where is she?” Eddie asks, panting.

Robin leads him upstairs, noise from the party fades into the background as they make their way to a quiet wing of the house. Walking down a long hallway, only a light from a cracked door at the end of the corridor lighting their way.

“She’s in here.” Robin says, pushing open the door, revealing a moderately sized bathroom. As she flips on the overhead light, Eddie pokes his head in, seeing you laying on the bathroom floor, head resting on some towels. An empty glass cup sits next to you, sweat dripping down the sides of it making a pooled ring on the floor next to you.

Your eyes closed and your breathing heavy, letting out a loud groan when bright white light fills the room. You squirm against the terrycloth towels as Eddie gets down on the ground next to you. You squint at your boyfriend, one eye open. “Eds…”

“Hey there, dollface.” He says gently, brushing some damp strands of hair off your forehead. “Have too much fun?”

You crack a soft smile, eyes heavy with alcohol. “Yeah.” You squeeze your eyes shut again, breathing in deeply.

Eddie half turns around, facing Robin. “Rob, what the fuck happened to her?”

Robin looks down, sheepishly scratching the back of her head. “Shots.” Her voice crackles as she shrugs her shoulders.

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie furrows his brow, rubbing the spot between his eyes, trying not to lose his shit on her. “It’s ok, I got this. You can go.” He waves her off.

“You sure? I can help-“

“It’s cool, I’ve got her. Really.” Robin nods at Eddie, before turning and walking back down the hallway and back to the party.

Eddie shakes his head before turning his attention back at you. Your curled up in a ball tighter than before. Eddie pries your hand out from under your chest, lacing his fingers in yours.

“Sweetheart, can you sit up for me?” He says gently, thumb stroking the topside of your hand. You moan softly at his request, shaking your head. “Please?” You tuck your chin down into the towels, desperately trying to escape the bright light.

“Too bright.” You whine softly. Eddie clamors over to the light switch, turning it back off. The warm yellow light from the mirror now cascading down onto the tiles, giving the room just enough illumination.

“Better, doll?” Eddie slowly moves towards you, putting your head on his lap. You nod, groaning when he moves you.

“I don’t feel good.” You lament.

“I know Angelface… I know…” Eddie says trying to soothe you. Hot tears prick your eyes, embarrassed by how drunk you got, that Eddie now has to take care of you and that you’re ‘that girl’ at one of Steve’s parties. You quietly start to cry into Eddie’s jeans, body shaking slightly.

“Hey, hey, hey, sweetheart. Hey….” Eddie shushes pulling your body into his lap and your head onto his chest. “Whatcha cryin’ for, huh? You’re ok. You’re ok.” He presses his lips against the crown of your head, his back pressed against the sink cabinet. With the little space he has, he starts to rock you.

You sniffle, gripping his band tee, crumpling it in your hand, your forehead pressed into the crook of his neck. You inhale his distinct, intoxicating scent.

“I got too drunk.” You slur into Eddie’s ear.

“You definitely did, dollface. But it’s ok. We’re all cool.” Murmuring against your head, lips still pressed against your long hair. Even though you’re slurring your words, and to be honest, a mess, Eddie thought you were still the most perfect girl in the world. Resting his cheek on the top of your head, grounding you there with him.

Hiccups takes him out of the fluffy bubble that had been built around you two for a brief moment. Eddie rakes his fingers through your hair, pulling it back from your face and tucking it behind your ears.  He reaches beside him for the cup still on the floor. Reaching back, filling it up with cold water, he brings the cup to your lips.

You shake your head, worried that if you drink more water you’ll be sick. “Angel, you’ve gotta drink more water. Please? For me? Just one glass and then we can go home. I promise.”

You keep your eyes close as you pout your lips out, not wanting to cooperate. “Kiss first.”

Eddie smirks, happily obliging your request, giving you a chaste kiss. You try to slip him tongue, but he pulls back.

“Naughty girl.”

Your eyes flutter open as he chastises you. “Pot calling the kettle.” Head dips back into his neck, eyes closing again.

“No, no, no. Sweetheart, comeon. We had a deal.” He pushes your head upright with his shoulder, putting the cold cup of water to your lips. You take a few small sips, before pushing it away.

“Comeon, doll. Finish this and then we can go. Please. Comeon…” He coaxes the cup to your lips again, getting you to drink the rest of the water. You lick your lips slowly, pulling your lips through your teeth, letting out a deep breath.

“That’s my girl.” He places the cup on the sink rim, smiling down at you. Peppering the top of your head with tiny kisses as he slides your arm over his leather clad shoulder, hoisting you up onto your feet. Your hand grips his shirt tighter giving you a solid foundation to get your feet under you.

Eddie’s hand pats your ass affectionately as you two start to walk. The walk down the hall feels like it takes eons. Loud music starts to bump louder as you make your way down the stairs and towards the front door.

Steve stops you two on the way out, making sure with Eddie that you’re ok. You close your eyes intermittently, the music giving you a splitting headache. The conversation was only a minute or two, but it was too long in your book and your patience was wearing thin.

“Eds.” You fuss against his warm neck. Eddie pats your butt again and gives you a silent understanding kiss on the top of your head as he said your goodbyes for the two of you.

As the door opens, the cool night air hits you like a ton of bricks. The sudden change in temperature makes you stumble over the short step out of Steve’s. Eddie wabbles with the extra weight, but luckily saves the two of you from some bruises and scrapes by grabbing the side of the house.

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath, readjusting you roughly. The swear word hit your heart with a deep pang, making your eyes water again. He leads you to his beat-up van, sliding you into the passenger seat.

The door slams closed next to you and Eddie makes his way over to the driver’s side. Hopping in, he closes his door forcefully, sliding the key into the ignition. A long arm is placed on the head rest of your seat, helping him back out of the driveway.

Putting the car in drive, he gives you a half smile before turning his attention on the road. The car was quiet other than the soft Dio cassette that was in the tape player. You lean your head on the cold window, looking out, lost in your thoughts. You couldn’t get Eddie swearing and how he slammed the door out of your head.

“Eddie...” You croak, voice breaking. “Are you mad at me?”

Eddie almost slammed on the breaks when you asked. He turns to you quickly, his face covered in shock and hurt. You were almost back to your house, but he pulls over anyways. He adjusts his body as to give you his undivided attention.

“No, sweetheart. Of course not. Why do you ask that?” He reaches his hand out gently putting it on your thigh. Brow furrowed created deep creases on his forehead.

You try to hold back your tears, but with all the extra alcohol in your body, they start to stream down your face.

“Well… when we were leaving Steve’s you cursed at me when I stumbled-”

“Angel, baby-”

“And then you slammed my door-”

“Oh sweetheart, I-”

You desperately try to get through the rest while blubbering. “And you haven’t even tried to touch me. You always have your hand on my thigh when you’re driving and you’re not even touching me-” Hard sobs wrack through your chest and you start to hiccup.

Eddie clamors over the center console, wrapping his arms around you. He knew you weren’t typically the emotional drunk, but tonight, there was a snowball effect. And he felt guilt ridden by contributing to it, even if he didn’t mean to.

“Angel, I’m so sorry I upset you. I swore when we stumbled because I was worried that you got hurt.” He mutters against the top of your ear, giving you petite kisses throughout the thought. “It honestly scared the shit out of me!” He chuckles softly.

“I didn’t mean to slam your door. As you like to say, I live my life fully committed.” That got you to chuckle slightly.

“And I didn’t put my hand on your leg, because I know you aren’t feeling good and I didn’t’ want to upset you.” He takes in a low breath. “But it seems that I did that anyway. I’m sorry, doll.” He laces his fingers in yours, kissing your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Eds.” You sniffle, rubbing your nose against the sleeve of your shirt. Eddie grabs the bandana out of his back pocket and cleans up your nose for you. Once your nose was dry, he couldn’t help but give you a kiss on the tip of your pretty pink button nose. You scrunch it up, giving him a slight smile.

“There’s my girl.” He caresses the apple of your cheek before placing a warm kiss on your lips. He can still taste the tequila that you took with Robin earlier. “You wanna lay your head on my lap for the rest of the drive home?”

You nod quickly, feeling yourself sobering up. Cheeks flushed red from embarrassment, but you know Eddie would never let you apologize for expressing your feelings. Especially when drunk. He was good about that.

He gently places your head on his lap, stroking your cheek for the rest of the drive. After five short minutes, he pulls into your driveway. Other than the front porchlight, the house was dark. Eddie takes the key out of the ignition swiftly.

He comes around to your side of the van, opening the door for you like always.

“M’lady.” He gestures, sweeping towards the door. Eddie offers the space under his arm, hooking his hand around your shoulder, keeping you from swaying too much. You brush away the last of the wetness from your earlier tears and get inside the house.

Eddie guides you to your shared bedroom, where he plops you down. “You stay right there, young lady.” He points at you, before pointing two fingers at his eyes and turning them towards you. “Got my eye on you.”

Rifling through the few drawers of your small bathroom, he desperately looks for something.

“Where in the fu-?” He murmurs to himself. You slowly get up and stand in the doorway.

“Whatcha looking for?” You slur.

“Makeup remover. You’ve got mascara all over your face sweetheart.” He cracks a lopsided smile before going to back looking through everything like a racoon in an open trash can.

Rubbing your head slightly, you point to the blue bottle on the counter. He notices your discomfort and grabs the bottle quickly along with a couple of cotton rounds. You take them out of his hand and quickly try to rub off the rest of the mascara, groaning softly.

Eddie pulls you into hug, wrapping his long arms around you. “Shhh shhh…” The sound of Eddie’s comforting and leather creaking fills the room. He kisses your forehead gently, scratching the back of your neck.

“Let’s get cha into bed, yeah?” Eddie murmurs. You nod into his touch, letting him guide you to the bed. He kisses your cheek, throwing open the comforter, laying you down on the cold sheets, still fully clothed. Normally you’d insist of getting into pj’s or at least out of your outside clothes, but you make a mental note to talk to him about it in the morning.

After quickly sliding your shoes off, he throws off his outer layers on the floor, leaving them crumpled on the ground and hops in next to you. Immediately, you snuggle against him, wrapping your arms around his boyish frame.

“’m sorry about earlier, Eds. I just-”

He cuts you off. “Shhh it’s ok.” Tiny kisses pepper your temple. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about any of that. Let’s just make sure we drink more water next time, yeah?” He bops your nose playfully.

You scrunch up your nose and nod, agreeing with him. Your eyes start to flutter shut, as you let out a big yawn, burying your face into his shirt. The smell of amber, cigarettes and weed fill your nose, soothing you, helping you fall into a dreamless sleep.

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Good afternoon, this has been in the works for a while now and I finally got around to finishing it and being pretty content of it (this is gonna go up on AO3 soon along with the others that aren’t request) but I wanted to post it here first. Enjoy!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

“Wish you were here right now

All of the things I'd do”

Gaming was always an escape.

From childhood to adulthood. There was some gaming equipment in your hands, controls, handhelds, keyboards and so on. There was just something calming about entering a fantasy world and immersing yourself in scenery and stories that made you stray from bad days and long nights.

For Donatello it was the same.

On one of his many supply scavenges Splinter had found a dumpster near a toy store that was going out of business. It was a memorable haul for them. What they expected to be routine things mixed with some type of groceries had turned into literal Christmas in July. Stuffed animals, board games, action figures and even a few gaming consoles with some cartridges and cd’s. Noticeably they were considered damaged or improperly manufactured, but they didn’t care and for Donnie he had spent a good week and a half fixing up the Nintendo and Play Station 2 consoles back into working conditions.

That alone had been plenty for him but nevertheless Mikey being so excited about playing wanted him to join him. They had played for hours and each disc or cartridge they tried out held a new story, a new set of controls to learn, new visuals and such. He was immediately hooked.

When he had gotten the first parts to start building a PC from scratch he knew there would be another world of possibilities for games.

Now gaming is a leisure for Donnie. Something he does for enjoyment and an escape when his projects become too much. The world of online gaming allowed him to also explore the possibilities of chatting with others though, the humans they were not allowed to see or speak to (with the exception of their Hogosha) but needless to say it wasn’t like Donnie broadcasted his identity and whereabouts. More so these people only came to game and speak game.

Donnie absolutely does detest the unnecessary sexism that gaming brings. Many a time he had read on chats or heard on his head set such derogatory comments thrown at female players. Never the one to stand such misogynistic behavior (he was raised better and had heard enough horror stories from April) he always shot that shit down quickly. Given his status as being far above his gaming peers he had developed respect and none of them ever shot back at him.

That’s how he runs into you.

On the opposing team nonetheless.

Once your female voice ran through the ears of the group he had been stuck in, the comments began to rain down. Some colorful, some lazy and some downright disgusting. Donnie had had enough and with some of his more illegal methods, had managed to push out the players in his party and send the audio recording to the email of the developers.

On exceptionally petty days he did far worse.

You had been stunned, wondering why the gang of immature boys had suddenly disappeared. Only one of them remained with the gamer tag specifying ‘Don_DuzMachines’ you couldn’t help but giggle at it.

You had asked if the sudden disappearance had been a weird glitch and if Don (as you assumed you should call him) had anything to do about it.

“Let’s just say I’ve got my ways” His soft voice rang through your headset.

“Well it’s hardly the first time I’ve had a gang of prepubescent boys tell me to suck their dicks” You started to move away in the map but stopped abruptly.

“Hey do you wanna play something else?” You asked tentatively. “Figured the least I can do is thank you” Donnie sat back pensively, well there was no harm in that now was there?

And so it started innocently.

Co-op games even the occasional match against one another. Each game you two always spoke through your headsets. Mostly banter about strategy or directions for who to do what or the occasional friendly jabs. You hadn’t revealed much that wasn’t the nickname you used as your gamer tag, and well Don had basically done the same.

That is until you decide to poke a little into his life. “You go to college?” You had asked, fingers gliding over the keyboard as you both partook in a raid. Donnie hadn’t expected such a question and he didn’t necessarily want to divulge much, he opted for a more ambiguous response. “I do my own studying, sort of like home schooling if you will?” Well he wasn’t wrong, Splinter had been both father and teacher to them, Donnie had just excelled more quickly and soon enough he was teaching his brothers on the academic side.

“You broke too, huh? Trust me it’s not worth the insane debt you’ll develop in six years that’ll take forty years to pay off” You chuckled with a hint of bitterness, Donnie couldn’t help but laugh and snort.

“That’s cute” You said sincerely. Donnie smiled, heat creeping up his neck.

How innocent things had been at the start.

For six months the two of you divulged little to no information. You never asked to video chat and Donnie never asked for your socials. It had just been a mutual agreement to keep the mystery that just wasn’t verbalized. Maybe it was for the better, because surely what had began as a gaming buddies situation had escalated to, well Donnie couldn’t really explain.

The first instance the two of you had been stuck on a map solving intricate puzzles. It was one of the more relaxed games the two of your partook in together when you didn’t want to deal with other players in a lobby.

“Dating apps are a nightmare, they’re only worth it for getting dumb funny stories” You had been playing but also checking some of the matches you’ve gotten on a site. Donnie swallowed, why did that settle so oddly in his stomach?

“Well any funny ones you’d like to share?” Don asked curiously hoping he wasn’t over stepping any boundaries. “One guy wanted me to cover my feet in marmalade, I really almost hit fuck it and did it” You couldn’t help but smile when Don choked, coughed and bursted out laughing.

“What kink is that even related to? I mean I know people enjoy feet but marmalade?” He was bewildered. “Come on Don don’t kink shame the poor guy, who are you to police his eclectic culinary desires?” Now the two of you couldn’t help but burst into another fit of laughter. Both your avatars were idle standing, the game somewhat abandoned in favor for the conversation.

“Hey I’m not kink shaming, we all have our weird kinks” Donnie smiled sitting back on his swivel chair. You clicked out of the dating site, chin resting on your hand. “Are we finally having this conversation? Cause I love this shit, it’s my bread and butter” You sat back in your gaming chair, tucking your knees.

Donnie felt so shy but the barrier of mistery the two of you had built urged him on. He was curious, like stupid curious what you looked like and while he had everything to figure out exactly where you were, it wasn’t morally correct for him. So why not just indulge in the conversation?

“Well it’s not feet, sorry to disappoint” He heard you laugh, an infectious sound he had grown to enjoy so much. “Feet are so passé anyways, what about bondage?” You spun slowly in your chair, the sounds of Don adjusting and clicking on the keyboard ringing in your ears.

“Bondage is a go, especially sensory deprivation” He was checking some documents April had forwarded to him in regards to a case they were dealing with, but he could multitask. You made an approving noise, nodding while taking a sip of your drink. “Into that D/s stuff?” You asked wanting to see what else he might like.

“Well yeah, but I do enjoy more um... Fem Dom stuff” He finished up the email he wrote out for April and hit send. “A man with taste, not something we get often” You chuckled but decided to add. “I wouldn’t mind having a guy submit to me” You bit the inside of your cheek a little shy suddenly.

Something about that statement made heat spread south for Donnie. The concept of being dominated? By a woman? He peaked a look behind him, pushing one side of his headset down to hear what his brothers might be up to but he heard only music and chatting voices.

“What’s your favorite thing?” He inquired almost too softly.

“Erotic ASMR” There was no trace of embarrassment in your voice and that somehow made Donnie hot.

“Maybe we frequent the same sites for that” Don boldly threw out. You made an approving face before sitting forward and typing on your keyboard. A beat or two later Donnie saw an email notification from you on one of his many burner emails. He opened it finding links to audios from various sites all catered to erotic audios. Donnie whistled, this was a gold mine and true to his predictions you did indeed have some of his favorite sites to peruse.

“It’s not just male audios by the way, there’s women too” You sat back once again, nervously playing with your hair. “Thanks... Well I do like hearing both” Donnie confessed, voice avoiding a stutter.

You grinned. Oh he was even more fun that you could’ve expected.

Curiously enough that had been the tamest experience into yours and Donnie’s sex talks. Because it hadn’t really stopped at that, they progressively escalated little by little. Fave kinks had turned to fave sites, fave sites had turned into fave videos. Donnie never pictured he’d share his hidden folder with a stranger no less.

You nor Donnie could really say how the two of you had ended up one late night, with yet another abandoned game, talking about weird but satisfying cyber sex experiences. Some of your stories had been on the more comical side but a few had riled Donnie up to the point that he couldn’t ignore it. There was a shift in your voice as well, an allure that enticed him.

“Can I be honest?” You licked your suddenly dry lips. Donnie tensed momentarily, not sure what to expect. “Of course, please” You squeezed your thighs together, ‘please’ shouldn’t sound so good coming out of his mouth. You trace lazy circles on your thighs, something pushed you. “I’m kinda turned on by this...by talking to you about all this stuff” Maybe this was overstepping it, surely there was nothing wrong between two adult friends discussing such matters.

There was no need to tell Don that you had yearned to put a face to the name. But his hesitance spoke of insecurities and you could understand that.

“I am too...” Donnie looked up at what he called a ceiling in his home, the darkness of the sewer system and concrete. He’d never have a chance with you, it was a deeply rooted desire for intimacy and if virtually he could obtain it then so be it.

For all your boldness you felt a wave of bashfulness hit, crashed around your self confidence. Then Donnie steps up and you feel your toes curl in excitement. “Do you want to have a better experience?” Donnie runs both hands down his face, who was he to provide better experiences, he’d never even physically had a partner. The slow sigh that escapes your throat is comforting static in his headset. “Yeah, yeah I really do actually” You feel a smile etch itself on your lips.

“You can call me Donnie” It’s the closest to his name, and truthfully he really wants to hear you say it.

“Y/N,” You say to which Donnie makes an approving noise, he finds your name to be pretty. He rolls it in his mouth, testing the syllables, he can envision moaning it, well he wants to moan it if he can be completely honest. He wants to put a face to that name but he quickly pushes the thought out. There’s a pregnant pause where neither of you engage or make the first attempt. Not wanting to let this mood flee, Donnie swallows and closes his eyes. The hum of the abandoned game grounding him.

“Say my name again” It’s not a forceful demand, all the contrary he wants to hear the pitch in your voice when you say it, he wants to picture how each tone would variate depending on what he would do or say. “Donnie...” You smile to yourself when you say it, a hint of desire nestled in it and Don notices that and wants more of it.

There’s a lengthy sigh from your behalf, hands wandering up your thighs towards your chest. “I’d like to be there right now, would like to say it against your lips” Your bold confessions makes Donnie’s pulse quicken. He runs a ghosting touch up his plastron, the vision of a delicate hand doing it. The imaginary weight of you on his lap grinding down on his hard member. Donnie grips himself through his shorts a soft groan escaping his parted lips.

“Want you to kiss me” He swallows dryly, the approving noise you make pushing him forward. “Feel your lips all over, feel your mouth around me...” He lifts his hips, hand cupping himself and the small hitch in your breath is a sound he wants permanently recorded in his brain.

“God are you big? I bet you are” You kneed your breast, thumb and forefinger pinching the sensitive nubs until they’re perked. Donnie smirks to himself, freeing his aching member and looking down at himself. Mutant genes aside he feels somewhat shamefully proud of his cock, he wonders if you would like it... deeply buried within you. “Yeah I am, I think you can take it something tells me” You catch that teasing tone and the urge to swallow him whole and make him see stars is too much.

Your hand finds its way into your underwear, the warm wetness making you moan as you tease your middle finger between the lips to find your sensitive nub there. You bite back another lengthy moan but recover enough to breathlessly say, “oh fuck, Donnie” and that very sound makes him shiver. Never did he think he’d hear something so temptingly good, said with such sincerity. God the things he would do to smell your arousal right now, to taste the wetness. “Push two fingers in slowly” Donnie almost pleas, his voice shakey, hand pumping his cock at a steady pace. You do as he wishes, your gutted moan making more precum gather at the tip of his member.

“God-shit- you sound so good, wish you were riding my big dick right now” He wants to chastise himself for saying something like that, but he can’t deny that statement shakes something in you. He can hear it, the sound of your fingers mixed with a continuously rising string of moans. “Ohmygod” Words tumble out strewn together by your pleasure. “Donnie please, please fuck me harder” That alone makes him sit up and push forwards, one hand on his desk as the other works himself up in upward twisting strokes.

Donnie can’t erase the idea of slamming into you right here on his desk, maybe bent over, maybe you’ll let him cum on your face...

He pushes the idea away, he can’t envision your face now, not right now, not when your moans have you sounding this deliciously in need. You’re plunging two fingers into your core as your free hand runs firm circles around your clit. “Christ Donnie you sound so good baby” You moan, perspiration covering your body and Donnie can only groan his approval.

There’s a few minutes where it’s just the two of you lost in your own pleasure together. The constant chants of ‘fuck’ and ‘god’ and ‘yes’ mixed between the two of you. “Say it... again” Donnie groans out, hand quickening, briefly gathering some saliva and letting it fall on his hard member for better traction. “Don-oh, Donnie cum in me!” You’re so far gone, not caring what comes out of your mouth. The wet sounds in your head set and a vibration you figured could be static mixed with his groans was all you heard.

Donnie’s hips twitch, feels that request swim inside of his brain and the image of burying himself as deeply as you could take is all he needs. Just as your moans rise in crescendo he feels the first twitch and relief of his orgasm overtake him. He’s never felt it hit him this hard it knocks the wind out of him, each rope shooting out onto his hand and floor. In his minds eye though, it’s your suffocating heat taking it, milking him until he’s a shivering mess. It plays perfectly like a movie, he swears he can even feel your lips at his neck and arms holding him tight.

Your sounds are enough to keep him stroking, the way your voice pitched up with the sound of his name entwined, forever recorded in his brain. Your entire body tensed to the point of uncomfortable but it was impossible to stop abruptly when he sounded so lost in you. Your leg shakes and stiffens and it takes every inch of control to not become liquid and slip away into comforting bliss.

Eventually the sounds of heavy breathing slowly but surely settling are the only things the two of you can hear in your ears. There’s a mess, for you and for him. The understanding of things transpired crossing each of you two’s brains. Should you speak first? Should he?

“Um, you with me?” You settle, skin sweaty and mouth dry. There’s movement on the other line, a quiet cuss here and there and you smile. “Yeah, sorry just... made a mess” His voice has that sheepish tone and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Great thing about being a girl, we can conceal the evidence better” You stretch your aching legs enjoying each joint pop. “The female anatomy never seizes to amaze me, trust me” Donnie leans back in his chair, napkin cleaning any other soiled spot.

The silence was somewhat comfortable, the buzzing of good chemicals slowly settling.

“Was this okay?” He asked, hesitant tone in your ears.

“More than okay if you ask me” You kept it light not wanting him to feel odd or even ashamed.

You ventured on slowly, forming the question in your brain and bouncing it back and forward with a swallow. “If, and I mean if you want to, we can maybe do this from time to time” You worried a thumbnail between your teeth. Donnie’s gaze watching the idle screen of the abandoned game, he thought hard but briefly.

“I... yeah I would” He smiles to himself, even if the nagging thought that this might not last clutches the back of his mind. Why ruin a good thing? This was good more than good and you suggested to continue.

He doesn’t want to preoccupy his brain with scenarios, or if that dreaded ‘let’s meet’ sentence decides to cross your lips. If this is the inch of intimacy he gets to have and it’s with you, who he has grown so fond of, then he’s selfishly taking that inch and guarding it with his life.

Mutely you both remain on the line, no words spoken from the agreement, just simply enjoying that the two of you were present.

Even if not physically.

[staysuki]

🥀 beautiful words | lee felix penpal fic / smau

pairing: reader x felix | penpal mates(?) to lovers

genre: fluff, semi-angst, smau, penpal au

word count: 812 (text transcript included at the bottom for those who can't read the image font!)

warnings: college angst, burn out

synopsis: with a friend you've met through a penpal site, you didn't know that a deeper connection could be shared through such caring words.

networks: @ficscafe

a/n: didn't put the mastertag for this one because it's a bit different! just wanted to try this out 🙈.

TRANSCRIPT:

y/n,

i have been doing well, what about you? i'm still getting used to this penpal thing but i think it's very cool! it's been so nice talking to you and getting physical letters in the mail makes me feel excited every time i see it! thank you for giving me the chance to experience this, though i hope i get to see you in the future as well.

this may sound a bit bold but sometimes i think of being able to hear your voice through your writing, i'm sure you're as beautiful as the words that you send me through paper.

dear felix,

such a smooth talker, and as for me, sometimes i wonder whether you’d be just as bold in person, or scratch that, maybe even just in texts— but you know, we’re too cool to do that.

i’m doing well too! just been hanging out with my friend all throughout the semestral break. getting your mail has become the highlight of my weeks so you’re not alone in that regard! though we’ve been writing to each other for quite a while now, i’m surprised your penmanship still hasn’t improved jkjk.

y/n,

so is this friend a boy or…? just kidding. i’m happy to hear (or read hehe) that you also enjoy receiving my mail. i’ve also been hanging out with my friend, changbin, because he has a beach house— loaded, right? it’s bizarre how some people can be so rich. what’s even more bizarre is that i get to benefit from it as well just because we grew up together. i hope you’re enjoying your semester break with your maybe-or-maybe-not-guy friend!

i won’t lie, i’ve been stressing out in uni lately so this was a much needed break, talking to you helped a lot as well, i’m glad i found you when i did.

p.s. my handwriting is superior. it has personality.

dear felix,

is that jealousy i’m seeing? booooo! unfortunately for you, jisung is indeed a guy, but don’t worry (even though you don’t even have anything to worry about because you and i are not dating), but jisung is already taken— by literally every girl on campus. he’s quite the charmer as well (except for me). i’ve known him since before he went through his post high school glow up so i don’t there would be some sort of attraction here. also, he’s enjoying his college boy popularity so i don’t think he’d even commit some time soon.

also, i’m sad about your troubles, i’m here to listen if you need someone. it’s literally why we started doing this in the first place so rant away! i’m also glad to have met you.

y/n,

so is jisung more charming than me or…?? jkjk, but yeah. uni sucks. maybe it won’t suck if i’m able to pursue the thing that i actually like which is culinary arts, specifically pastry making. but nope, thanks to my parents, i have to pursue business. ughh, it makes me feel so burnt out.

but same goes for you, if there’s anything that’s troubling you, i’ll do anything to cheer you up.

also, about that dating thing, maybe i could do something to change that ;)

dear felix,

ahh, i guess my week won’t be complete if you don’t try to shoot your shot at least twice.

it’s unfortunate that you can’t pursue your passion, i remember the last time you sent brownies alongside the letter, it legit made my day. it tasted so good! i won’t pressure you to keep sending me sweets but i do miss them :((( but don’t worry, even if you’re stuck in business right now, i’m sure everything will work out.

counter-offer: graduate in business and start your own pastry cafe, i’d even be your first customer.

i’m fortunate enough to have freedom over my major but my friend, jisung, is in the same dilemma as you. he’s a music nut but unfortunately is stuck in pursuing nursing. i see his breakdowns from time to time (not the good rap kind) and it breaks my heart everytime. i can only imagine what you’re going through, i hope you have a good support system you can rely on but if not, i’m happy to be that person.

y/n,

i’m sad to hear about your friend as well, i can empathize very well. about that café hmmm, maybe i’ll do some compromise with my father about that it sounds like a plausible idea and i can’t believe i haven’t thought about that. even more of a reason that i adore you so much.

changbin is a great friend and listener as well, so i’m lucky to have him.

but i would love to be able to rely on you. is that your way of saying that you’d finally be willing to meet up with me?

[bubblegumbi0tch]

Note: Thank you so much for this request!! This was super fun to write, Requests are open!! Y’all are *chef’s kiss* amazing thanks for all the reblogs. I posted this 3 hours ago but it said error so this is attempt 2 Stay gorgeous friends💗💗💗 

Warrnings~Choking,knife play, blindfolds, face fucking and aftercare

You waited anxiously on the couch, waiting for Kenma to stop streaming. you watch the clock, the time ticking by. You heard the doorknob jingle. You quickly turn on the TV, trying to relax. The door swung open, revealing you're a laid-back boyfriend. "Hey, Kitten," he says as he's walking towards the couch sitting. He grabs you and pulls you to his chest. "Hi, missed you," your reply as you snuggle onto him. Kenma pulls you into a kiss.  You grab his face making the kiss deeper. Between kisses, you moan, "wanna play with you, Kozume" you grab his arms to moving them under your skirt. Kenma cresses your inner thighs, his hands move toward your pussy, and he notices how wet you are and that you don't have any panties on. "Naughty kitten, you planed this. I'm going to punish you for being such a thirsty slut."

He says, breaking the kiss, a saliva strand connecting the two of you. Kenma grabs your waist and leads you to your bedroom as you walked down the hallway. If you can kenma pawing at your ass. As you get closer to the bedroom, you see Kenma backed up against your shared bedroom door. As the door opens. You pull Kenma for a quick kiss. "Ready kitten," he utters, looking at you playing with his hoodie string. You give him a nod of approval. As your hands go down to touch his soft cock grabbing it through his sweatpants. "Fuck kitten… you have no clue what you do to me, you dirty girl," he groans. "been waiting for you to finish your stream thinking about all the dirty things you can do to me," you say as you stoke his covered cock. Kenma grabs your hand to let go of his semi-hardened cock. He goes to the closet and pulls out handcuffs and a blindfold. Seeing the objects, a chill runs down your spine and anticipation. Turn on walks over to you as you sit on the bed. He grabs your hands and puts some behind your back, cuffing them. He then grabs the blindfold and pulls it over doe eyes. You hear Kenma shuffling in the back are you here and walk over to you. The next thing you feel, the cold steel lightly tracing onto your shoulder, you feel it dig a little bit into your skin, causing a quick sharp pain. "K-Kenma," you squeal. "Be careful, kitten, I don't wanna cut you too deep," he whispers in your ear.

He traces the knife down your spine if you are tingling sensation like a sharp tip quickly stinging as it draws close to puncturing your skin. It's usually on special occasions that Kenma uses his specialty knife. Kenma grabs your cut hands as he slowly lifts you up that way you could stand. "Don't move, kitten," he mumbles. You feel his hands roaming around your body. Kenma unclasps your bra as he puts the knife down. He was behind you as soft palms caress your tits. "Mm, master!" You arched your back, pulling your head back, begging him for more. As he continues to massage your breast, he pulls your nipples and grinds on you. "master, I wanna see your face," he obliges while pulling the blindfold. From your head, your hair tousled and messy. "you look sexy, kitten as he pets your head" he grabs the knife, lightly trails down onto the valley of your tits and onto your stomach. "kitten, get on your hands and knees, show your master how much you want his cock” he lazily smirks at you.

You get on your hands and knees and pull his sweatpants down do. you gawk at the site that was Kenna's hard thick cock. Equip the base, and you lick his tip. You feel his knees shutter. Kenma closes his eyes, his head falling back, and his mouth is hung open and silent pleasure. You give his tip some kitten licks before taking the entire trip on your mouth and sucking him. "Fuck yes, kitten, your mouth is magic," he groans. His fingers find their way into your tousled hair as he rolls his hips forcing you to take more of his length in your mouth. Your hands are still tied behind your back. You moan onto his cock as it tugs at your messy hair hard. "Kitten gets on the bed. I wanna taste you," Kenma orders. As you quickly onto your feet and lie on the bed. You feel him grab you as he places you on top of him. "Turn around, kitten," rotated backing onto his face he holds your hips and pulls you down onto them, quickly attacking your clit and placing open mouth kisses on your pussy. "your so wet kitten all ready for me," he exclaims as he's lapping at your hungry cunt. "Fuck, F-fuck, yes master, please don't stop," you say. I was going down, sucking on his cock once again. Both of you were moaning mess. "Master, your mouth feels so good," you wail as you arch your back as he suddenly put your hips up and stopped eating you out Kenma says, "get on your back, kitten," you whine at the sudden stop.

Hesitant you still obey as you roll on your back and onto the bed. "Purr for me, my kitten" reached out to cut your pussy make you cry out. You rub your clip in gentle circles, he said, two of his fingers up and down your wet slit, still not seeing the deep aching desire within your core. He knew he wanted to make you beg for it. "Master, please," you begged. "What's wrong, kitten" as he looks at you, dumbfounded. He laughs "you want my cock kitten?" "Please," you moan. Can you push his two digits inside of you, causing you to arch your back off the bed tugging at your restraints. He twisted his fingers quickly, again and again, hitting your sensitive G spot while giving kitten licks on your clit. "yellow Too much, master," your words almost incoherent as you feel a knot in your stomach and a flutter in your pussy. Kenma can feel your pussy clenching his fingers as he pulls out right when you're about to hit your peak. You looked at him with tears in your eyes. "Are you ok, kitten? Can you keep going?" he asks. "Yeah, I think I can," you reassure him.

He kisses your body. He reaches your neck and bites down. "Please Fuck me, master," You say as you fuck your hips, and he pushes inside too fully. Can you roses hips thrusting in and out of you again, speeding up as soon as he feels your stretching and adjusting to his eyes. Kenma grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulder. Pounding deep inside you, leaving your eyes watery and your mouth hanging open, babbling like an idiot. Just when you thought you were about to reach pleasure. Kenma reached down to you with his hand wrapped around your neck, lightly choking you. You guys, on the surprise of his hand on you, it was a strengthen station getting barely enough air. "Ugh fuck yes, kitten, you're getting tighter by the second," he growls. "Master too rough," you moan. His eyes tight shot as he fucks you hard and fast as he could, making the whole bed squeak and creek on its hinges. He has a little bit more pressure on your neck. As you gasp for air, you screech, "RED," Kenma immediately opens his eyes. He sees fear in your eyes. He wipes away your tears. Holding you close to him, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Tells you how much he loves you; he quickly runs down the hall and gives you a glass of water and a snack. He wraps you in a blanket and gives you your favorite comfort object. He prepares the bath as you eat your snacks. He carries you to the tub, and you say it's filled with bubbles and your favorite candles. After your bath, gives you some ointment to help heal the scratches from the knife. After your bath is finished, he takes you to bed cuddles you as you fall asleep onto his arms.

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[haikyu-hoe]

One too many beers

JJ Maybank x reader

fluff, one shot, bit of angst

warnings: cursing, mentions of abuse, fighting

I usually don’t write non-haikyuu fics, but why not, i just love jj so muchhh. Hope you guys like it, if so please drop a like or reblog, it’s appreciated! <3

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You had known jj for so long that you knew that when he wasn’t trying to get you and the others to party, he was probably sulking about something. You left the cosy campfire, took a deep breath in and entered the chateau. jj was there, a smoked blunt still lit besides him, drinking a beer.

“Hey”, you said softly as to not scare him. He turned to you, and you saw the bruise on his jaw. His knees were also scratched pretty bad and his hands too. As you got closer, you noticed blood on his shirt.

“Sup, y/k?”, he said, taking another sip. His eyes were filled with tears, but he refused to cry.

“jj, what happened? are you ok? do you want to talk about it?”, you cautiously asked.

“What’s there to talk about, huh y/k? You know damn well what happened. Same as always!”, he scoffed and took another sip of beer.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-”, you tried to get closer to him but he cut you off brutally.

“You didn’t mean to what? You didn’t mean to what??”, he got up so he was only standing a few feet apart from you. He reeked of alcohol and weed.

“please youre clearly drunk, jj you should get some rest, we’ll talk in the morning.”, you tried vainly to calm him down. But he only got more riled up.

“I’m not taking your dumb fucking advice! You think you know better than me? You think you could handle my dad?”, his eyes were now filled with hatred in addition to the tears. You got closer to him to put a hand on his bicep, but he swiftly removed himself, slapping you with his other hand.

“Don’t fucking touch me or talk to me.”, he scoffed before downing the rest of his beer.

Shocked at what he had done, you left in a hurry, getting scared of what he might do if you stayed. You didn’t bother saying goodbye to the others and went straight home.

———

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, illuminated by the rising sun. A slight bruise had formed during the night on your right cheekbone. You had to talk to jj, but who knows what would happen this time? You brushed your teeth in silence, tearing up from the pain of your cheek. After getting ready, you headed down to the chateau.

“Hey y/k, you left without saying bye last night, what’s up with that? Wait what happened to your face?”, Kie said, her expression changing suddenly as she got closer to examine you.

“I’m sorry, i was in a hurry. Where’s jj?”, you asked. John B got out of the house with Pope and walked up to you guys.

“He left earlier. I think he wanted to find you actually.”, said John B.

“What’s up with that bruise, y/k? you didn’t have it yesterday”, asked pope.

“Yeah, you didn’t reply! Wait. Did jj do this to you? We heard yelling last night before you stormed off”, added Kie.

“I didn’t storm off, i-”, you started but got interrupted.

“So that’s why he was so angry at himself. Y/k this isn’t ok, he might have been drunk but he can’t hit you!”, said John B. They all looked at you, really worried. You sighed.

“Just tell me where he went. please.”, you desperately asked. John B pointed the direction to you and you left quickly. If he was right, he should be by the beach right now.

As the sun got higher in the sky, you spotted a blond guy siting on the sand, watching the waves. You walked faster to him.

“jj, hey i wanted to make things right after last night”, you started. He turned to you, eyes red and puffy, tears on his cheeks. He still smelled a bit like beer, and he definitely hadn’t showered.

“i’m so sorry y/k, i was so upset and drunk and high, and i let that cloud my judgment, i didn’t mean to hurt you…“, he stopped to look at the bruise he left on your face as he got up. He raised a hand to brush your cheek, but you quickly backed up.

“fuck. y/k please don’t be afraid of me, i have almost nothing right now, if i lose you i lose everything”, he took a break to wipe some tears off his face. “I’m an idiot, i’m just like my dad, i screw up everything!”, he yelled, eyes filling with tears again, gritting his teeth. He was aggressively pulling at his hair, letting out panicked, angered screams.

“jj, please. calm down, listen to me. It’s ok, it’s ok. i’m not mad.”, you took him in your arms to get him to calm down. He eventually loosened up and hugged back, repeatedly saying “i’m sorry”. You rubbed his back as he tightened his embrace over you.

“I love you”, he whispered. You heard, but didn’t tell. He probably didn’t mean it like that you know? so you just played it off.

“C‘mon, let’s head back yeah?”, you said, before walking silently back to the chateau with him.

You party that night, get tipsy, fall asleep on the couch, the usual stuff.

———

You get woken up by a smiling jj, gently shaking your shoulder.

“Mmmh, what? jj? what time is it?”, you mumble, still half asleep.

“Come outside with me y/k, i wanna show you something”, he said, obviously excited.

You get up, a bit groggy to be up so early. It’s only 6:00 am, come on jj. Maybe you can go back to sleep later. You follow him to the beach after putting on a hoodie and getting a bit of water in your face. He tugs your sleeve to get you to walk faster.

You sit on the sand, as jj gestures to the sunrise. It’s almost all visible now, and it’s beautiful. You gently rest your head on his shoulder, gathering the courage to talk.

“You know, i uh, i heard you the other day. At the beach i mean. When you… When you said you loved me? And i wanted to-”, you start, cheeks turning red.

“Oh, that? Fuck I was so hungover and maybe still a bit high, god. So sorry”, he says, forcing a laugh and looking away.

“So you… didn’t mean it then?”, you ask, turning to him.

“No, no of course not. Ha”, he adds, still avoiding your gaze. something feels off but you don’t question it. You simply wait for the sun to be up and leave calmly.

———

Kie notices you’ve been off all day, and talks about it with the others. jj is god knows where, and it’s a good thing for now, meaning they can talk to you.

“Y/k, is everything ok? maybe you’re just hungover, but you seem conflicted or something”, starts Pope carefully.

“Myeah. jj told me he loved me. But he didn’t mean it.”, you spit out.

“What?? Wait… WHAT?”, says John B, looking terribly confused. You explain the whole thing in details, and you finally admit it; you like him. Now wether he did too seemed rather complicated right now; you’d have to confront him about it again.

“I shouldn’t tell you this… but i know he meant it. He’s just an idiot”, says John B as you’re about to leave. You thank him for telling you before leaving. jj should be by his house by now. You walk over there, hoping it won’t be complete chaos when you arrive.

Despite your hopes, you hear yelling from the sidewalk. This is bad. Without knocking, you enter house. jj is on the couch, tears in his eyes, while his father, a half-empty bottle of alcohol in hand, yells in his face.

“Hey! Mr. Maybank, please can i-”, you start, putting yourself in front of him. But jj shoves you off.

“y/k. get out of here, now. don’t get yourself killed. just go.”, he says through gritted teeth.

“jj please- Mr Maybank-”, you start again.

“GET OUT!”, yells jj. “I can handle this”, he whispers, tears in his eyes.

“Can you? Can you even handle anything?”, yells his dad, slapping him, then getting him up by the collar.

“Let him go!”, you scream. You Push him away from jj, grab the boy’s hand and run. His father yells some more, but you’re not listening. You run longer than you wanted to, but you finally reach the park. You sit down and so does jj.

“y/k, that was reckless. He could’ve hit you too. Fuck, you can’t barge in like that! I couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt because of me again!”, he says, voice still shaking. You put an arm around his shoulders, hand ruffing through his hair. You stay like this a while, until his tears dry off.He slowly leans into your shoulder, and you feel your cheeks heating up. Now’s the time.

“jj. The other day… i mean, at the beach, i wanted to tell you that, well, i love you too.”, you finally said.

He jerks up, looking at you, locking his eyes in yours. He seems unsure. Using the hand still in his hair, you get him closer to you, putting the other on his chest. You feel him putting a hand on your thigh and he touches your cheek softly. The bruise is almost gone now.

“I’m so sorry”, he whispers.

“Shhh it’s ok, it’s ok jj, you didn’t mean to. You’re nothing like your father. You’re kind, free and so dear to me”, you say, your voice fading away.

Your lips meet softly, only for a few instants, instants you had been dreaming of for so long, so so long.

He smiles brightly as you both look at each other with passion. He’s so precious, you wish you could protect him from everything.

“i really do love you”, he says.

You kiss his cheek, giggling. He’s so perfect, you’d do anything for him. You rest your heads on each other, almost falling asleep in the afternoon sun. Reciprocated love, it’s the best.

[silkling]

Of Mistakes Past and Missing Home

Of Moments of Life AU

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“You enjoy painting.”

The voice came from behind Boulder, and the unexpectedness of it made him startle. Which, in turn, made him jerk and drag his paintbrush across his canvas. The result of which was him turning a small cloud above a red and orange flower field into a streak that cut through the whole picture. Oops. That wasn’t what he’d been intending.

He turned to see who had spoken, his optics shuttering with surprise when he realized it was Dreadwing. He was quick to realize that the Seeker’s expression had quickly shifted to one of regret.

“I apologize, youngling. It seems I caused you to ruin your art.”

Boulder only smiled, shaking his helm. “It’s no big deal.” he assured. “Part is the artistic process is making mistakes and having to start over. I did it a lot, in the beginning.” He glanced at the canvas, tilting his helm. “But that doesn’t mean every mistake requires you to start over from scratch. That’s the great thing about painting.” he remarked distractedly, tilting his helm in the other direction. “Sometimes, a mistake can be turned into something new, maybe even something better.” he narrowed his optics, then they lit up with a realization. “Sometimes,” he repeated. “All you need,” he reached out, then turned the canvas around so what had once been the flower field was now at the top of the painting. “Is a new perspective.”

When he glanced back, Dreadwing didn’t seem to understand. Boulder smiled. “Let me show you.”

He picked up his paintbrush again, then lifted it and in a few short strokes he added to the stripe that sliced through the picture he’d been painting. He changed colors, adding some more careful strokes around that, and stepped back. It would need refining, but the shape and idea of what he was going for were there.

“See? It’s a feather in the sunset, now.”

Dreadwing only blinked. “I suppose, though I’m afraid I do not much understand art. I always preferred to read data pads and learn about various fields of study.” There was a pause. “Skyquake enjoyed art.” It was a quiet addition.

Boulder found his smile softening. “Yeah? You’ll have to tell me about it sometime.” he encouraged. He glanced at his canvas. “I like art. There’s no set way to do it and there’s not much penalty for making mistakes. It’s nice.”

The Seeker hummed. “Do you believe most mistakes can be fixed with a new perspective?”

Boulder blinked, frowning. There was something off in Dreadwing’s tone. The others might not pick up on it, but he was good with other bots. He always had been. “…this isn’t just about painting anymore, is it?”

Dreadwing startled, surprise making his field flare. “You are far more perceptive than your teammates.” he said after a moment.

Blades smiled, turning to fully face the flyer. “Blades gets too anxious and wrapped up in his own helm to really pick up on more subtle emotions, Chase can barley understand the complexities of his own feelings, let those of alone others, and Heatwave is too proud and headstrong to really know what to look for. They’re all good bots, and I care about them a lot, but they aren’t the most..”. he searched for the right word. “Emotionally intelligent. Blades can read others really well when he isn’t swept up in his worries, but the other two are a bit hopeless.” He wasn’t saying it to be mean or to criticize. It was just the way his friends were wired, he knew. They were naturally better than him at a lot of other things. It was just how things were.

Dreadwing nodded, acknowledging his words. “You are correct. It is not just about painting. But it is my burden to bare, and I will not trouble you with my struggles.”

Boulder chuckled. “Well that’s a bad idea.” he said lightly. “You’ve already helped us a lot. Chase told the team what you did for him. We’ve all seen what you’ve done for Blades. Why don’t you let us help too? You’re one of us now, it’s gotta be about give and take.”

Dreadwing stared. “Wise words for one so young.” he sighed. “Very well, I will share my thoughts.” he vented harshly, then stared intently at the painting Boulder had been working on. “My mistakes are many, and brutal, and not nearly as neat or benign as a misplaced streak of paint. I suppose I merely cannot see how a new perspective would fix them.” he said after a moment.

Boulder was quiet, before he lifted his gaze. “Can I offer my thoughts?” At Dreadwing’s nod, he continued. “You’ve made a lot of mistakes. You’ve done a lot of terrible things. I don’t doubt that. And I know there are a lot of Autobots who would want to see you pay for those mistakes.” he tilted his helm. “I don’t know the full scope of the War. I don’t know everything you’ve done. But I do know how bad off Cybertron was before we left it.” The Seeker shot him a startled look, and he smiled a little sadly,

“I didn’t join the Rescue Force just because I wanted to help others, Dreadwing. In fact, in the beginning, my motives were entirely selfish.” he explained. “When I got to the age where I’d be expected to work, I was told that my first shift would be at a construction site in Kaon. It scared me. I knew how dangerous construction work was and I knew that even if it didn’t kill me it would kill my spark to be forced into something I hated so much. The only escape, the only chance I had at something different, was the Rescue Force. So I signed up to the Academy, and the day I got in was the day I escaped what I would have suffered through otherwise. The others may not have been as aware of just how bad things were, but…I was from the lower castes, Dreadwing. I knew.” he said quietly.

The Seeker was surprised, his optics wide. He saw how Boulder gradually shrunk in on himself as he spoke, and it made something unpleasant twist in him. The bulldozer was usually more at ease and bright, it didn’t suit him to look so…defeated. After a moment of thought, he put a hand on Boulder’s back and stepped closer. He knew Chase would not want more than this, but Blades preferred hugs as his method of comfort. Dreadwing didn’t know what the little green bot preferred so he wanted to play it safe. His bid seemed to pay off, because Boulder shot him a faint smile.

“What I’m getting at is, I know how bad off Cybertron really was. So even if I don’t know your exact circumstance, I do have an idea of what might have pushed you over the edge. I did originally come from Nyon, after all. Granted, I came from one of its nicer quadrants, but…it was still Nyon.” Boulder sighed. Nyon, at one time, had been the cultural and religious center of Cybertron, rivaling Praxus in beauty and grandeur. But under Zeta Prime, Sentinel’s predecessor, it had fallen into near-total ruin. “You made mistakes, and some bad choices, but you only did it in the end when you were backed into a corner and had nowhere else to go. Your choice was the only one you had that would let you remain alive, and that was wrong. No one should have to choose between death and living life serving a tyrant.”

Dreadwing hadn’t explicitly said any of this, of course. But Boulder was perceptive, like the Seeker himself had said. He’d read between the lines. He had understood what Dreadwing hadn’t been saying. It was one of the reasons he’d so quickly accepted the large bot as a new fixture in their lives. In his optics, this was Dreadwing’s chance at a life he should have had to begin with.

“That doesn’t change what you did, but it adds context. And given that the War destroyed Cybertron and decimated our people…” Which had been another thing Optimus had opted not to tell them. Dreadwing had had to share that particular tidbit. “Well, the War has to end someday, and if it ends in Autobot victory then we can’t afford to lock up every ‘Con. I don’t think there’s enough Cybertronians left for that.”

He realized he hadn’t yet gotten around to answering Dreadwing’s statement, and embarrassment flushed through him. “You made mistakes. That’s true. But context adds perspective. And you have a chance here to prove to anyone in the future who would want to hold your past against you that you can do better. Griffin Rock is your trial run. Heal, relearn how to live without War, and make amends while you’re here. Then, when everything comes to an end and the dust settles, it’ll be a lot harder for people to say that you never tried to make things right or that you’re unwilling to change.” he looked up to meet Dreadwing’s gaze. “Prove to yourself that you can be better than who you used to be, and when the time comes for you to face your mistakes, everyone will see that you have what it takes to make it right.”

Dreadwing was frozen, and Boulder found himself smiling at the hints of shock in his field and gaze. “I…had not considered those points.” the Seeker admitted after a long minute.

Boulder chuckled. “New perspective, remember? I just so happened to be able to provide it. That’s part of the benefit of letting yourself trust and rely on others.”

The flyer shot him an indecipherable look, and nodded. “Thank you for reminding me of that, young one. I have not been able to put such faith in another since I last saw my brother. It is good to be reminded that I do not have to handle my burdens alone.”

Boulder beamed, nodding. His somber mood was seemingly forgotten and he gestured to his painting. “Glad I could help! Now, if you don’t mind, I have sudden inspiration for this and I’d like to finish it.” he said, stepping towards the canvas.

Dreadwing let his hand drop, head tilting. “May I watch?” At Boulder’s nod, he settled on a nearby crate and watched the bulldozer work. It was oddly soothing, seeing the colors go down on the canvas, watching the patterns and shapes form into a familiar image. Into…a very familiar image.

After Boulder finished the sunset and feather, he had begun painting…the Rescue Force Headquarters. And Dreadwing picked up the longing and melancholy in the youngling’s EM field. The Seeker’s spark ached at the bulldozer’s visible grief, and he frowned. So Boulder hadn’t so easily shrugged off his earlier memories of home and his life on Cybertron. Dreadwing was not surprised to see him painting the Rescue Force HQ. From what the youngling had said, it would have been the first place he was truly free of the shackles that had threatened to bind him.

Dreadwing said nothing until Boulder finished and stepped back, and it seemed he hadn’t realized what he’d been painting until then, because when he took in the whole painting his only reaction was to let out a quiet, surprised “Oh.”

Dreadwing stepped closer, letting his own field nudge at Boulder’s, and upon finding no protest he let it curl around the youngling. Boulder’s vocalizer clicked and reset itself before he was able to speak. “I hadn’t realized…”

Dreadwing hummed softly. “You miss it.” he could tell in the aching and longing that all but swamped the bulldozer.

“I don’t know why. Like I told you, I didn’t have the happiest beginnings back on Cybertron. But I still miss it. All of it, not just the Rescue Force. Nyon, too.” he said in a whisper.

Dreadwing put a hand on his back, keeping his field soft and soothing. “It is only logical. It was your home. It shaped you and created the foundation for who you are. And I doubt all of your young life was horrible. You said you came from the better areas of Nyon.”

Boulder nodded. “Yeah.” he admitted. “The All Spark Day celebrations were always amazing. And the bots were great. We all had the same origins and the same troubles so we all just…came together. We were…like a community.” he said softly. “We all took care of each other and helped each other and even if the city wasn’t always the best, the neighborhood we lived in was actually alright, for Nyon anyway. I never starved, even if I didn’t always have the best fuel. My life wasn’t great, but…it wasn’t horrible either. I miss all the good things.”

Dreadwing bowed his head. He couldn’t fully relate. He had had no such struggles in Vos, at least not until the Senate had banned any from leaving the city, but he could understand the longing. “Cybertron is dead, but it’s children are not. And hope for our home is not gone either. Perhaps one day there will be a way to return, and even if not, we still live. Once this War ends, it will be possible to keep the life of Cybertron’s heart and culture alive, even if the planet itself cannot be repaired.” he said softly. “You did not get to know Cybertron’s death as the rest of us did, for we knew our home was dying with each day the War dragged on. We had time to come to terms with the loss. You were forced to be confronted with it in a single, harsh day. The rest of us lost Cybertron in pieces, and you lost it all at once. The loss is harder on you than it ever was on me, or any other Cybertronian involved in the War.”

He paused to let the youngling take in all he was saying, the hand on his back smoothing up and down his tightly clamped armor plating. His tone gentled. “I cannot give you back your home, and I know that reminding you of your new home here on Earth will not make the ache go away. So I will only say this: grieve as much as you want for what you lost. Mourn what you were not able to have and the things you will never get back. If you deny yourself that much, you hurt only yourself.”

Boulder was shaking faintly, his frame just a few degrees too warm from the overwhelming force of the grief was processor was buckling under, and his optics threatening to leak cooling fluid in response. He turned a wide, shining look on to the Seeker. His field probed at Dreadwing’s as if asking for comfort, and his vocalizer clicked and reset itself before he actually was able to speak. “…Blades said you give good hugs.” he said quietly, his field holding the softest undercurrent of hope.

Dreadwing only hummed, gaze softening. So that was Boulder’s preferred form of comfort. He nodded, then wrapped his arms around the shaking youngling and pulled him close to his chest.

As Boulder trembled and let himself finally mourn the loss of his home, he found only one thought on his mind.

‘He really does give good hugs.’

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And here’s the next installment in the “of moments in life” AU! I hope everyone liked it! This was fun! I have so much inspiration for this AU you have no idea.

Boulder is the most well adjusted of all the Rescue Bots. That’s why I figured he’d be the best one to help Dreadwing with his own issues. But, even then, he’s still just a kid! A kid who woke up out of a very long nap to learn that his planet is dead and everything he’s ever known has been destroyed. He hid it well, but that shook him hard.

Dreadwing now has THREE children! All he needs now to complete the set is the fire truck! He also needs proper one-on-one bonding time with his helicopter child because their first real binding experience was with everyone watching. So there is that!

Until next time, friends!

[yoongis-eggslut]

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Apparently Min Yoongi hasn’t been doing enough to get your attention on a MV shoot.

Word Count: 6.8K

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. receiving), light nipple play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t take sex advice from Tumblr smut), slight scratching kink, name calling kink, unnamed noona kink (noona is never used, but reader is a noona), Suga’s not quite himself because he’s trying to impress Reader, Suga also likes the word “fuck” a LOT

A/N: Sweet and protective Yoongi does it for me but so does “grab you and fuck you” Yoongi, so this is like a mild swirl of the two. I tried to be as unspecific about the reader as possible. Also, the smut is in P2 if that’s what you’re here for and it’s like...3K words of sweet smutty goodness.

Part One | Part Two

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“So we definitely want to avoid the top of the hill!” you’re calling out towards the director as you descend down said dusty hill, one hand raised to block your eyes from the bright desert sun. Your boots slide a little in the dirt and a shadow quickly steps into your path. You look up to see that Suga seems to have jogged a few paces up the hill and is reaching out a courteous hand to help you the rest of the way down.

You take his hand, hoping the heat of the sun covers for the blush that spreads across your cheeks, and murmur “Thanks…” as you carefully navigate the rest of the way down. He remains silent, keeping a firm but polite grip until you’ve safely covered the few steps to the bottom.

“Why, what’s at the top of the hill?” The director asks, wandering over to you while looking over a clipboard an assistant handed to him. You drop Suga’s hand as naturally as you could and move towards the director to relay the surprising presence of a very unamused nest of rattlesnakes at the crest of the hill you’d been exploring for the shoot.

It had been one of the longest video shoots you had ever worked, but BTS had wanted to go all out so the entire crew had been on site from dawn every day until late into the nights, toiling away to ensure they nailed their concept. It was your first time working with them and you’d been impressed with their level of perfectionism as well as their sheer, inexplicable humbleness, considering who they were. They were also, endearingly, remarkably silly and carefree between scenes, which had made this one of the more enjoyable shoots you’d worked in recent memory.

Well, you thought, most of them were pretty carefree. Suga seemed to stand out as the silent, stoic one, which was a little unusual since you’d heard he was actually a pretty soft guy once you got to know him. He was good about letting the other members joke around with him, but it was more with the attitude of someone indulging them. You wondered if his position as one of the eldest in the group had made him settle into premature Dad mode. Which was funny to you, since, being a few years older than him, you’d noted that you still weren’t excluded from his fussing. If you went too long without eating, for example, or got too busy to notice how the cold had set in once the sun was down, he’d quietly appear, offering a bag of snacks or asking nonchalantly if you were uncomfortable without a coat. You found it very sweet, if a little unnecessary, but almost all of the guys were that way, to some degree, so it didn’t particularly stand out that Suga had silently made it his mission to look after you.

Which was why you missed the look on his face as he heard you recount running into rattlesnakes to the director, even as you assured him you were fine and backed away properly as the crew had been instructed. His eyes widened as you gestured up the hill and asked if there were markers to seal off the area so no one else would run into them. You missed the pout of his lips as you moved away with the director and a crew member to head to a supply trailer to look for something that might do.

His face was like thunder as he felt a wide hand clap him on his back. He looked up at Namjoon, whose lips were flattened into a thin line of commiseration.

“Her job is her job, hyung.” He said.

“No one’s job is to get attacked by poisonous snakes.” Yoongi muttered before moving along with the rest of the crew to the next set.

As Namjoon couldn’t argue with that, no more was said, which suited Yoongi just fine as he tried to shake it off and get his head back into the shoot.

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Yoongi didn’t run into you again until later that day. He walked into the catering tent and found you chugging a bottle of water and disinterestedly perusing the snack options. He bided his time as he opened the cooler in search of the iced coffee he’d come to get, standing just a little ways away from you as he leisurely filled his cup with ice and began to pour the coffee in.

You looked over and smiled at him, but otherwise said nothing. He was just gearing himself up to start a conversation with you when Taehyung bound into the tent and up to the table.

“Mmm, watermelon…” he said, popping a giant slice into his mouth, cheeks puffing out as he chewed. Yoongi remained expressionless as Taehyung turned to you and held a slice out right in front of your face.

“Here. Watermelon.” Was all he said. You looked at him, amused, before rolling your eyes and smiling, gingerly taking the slice from him and beginning to nibble on it before giving him a companionable pat on the back and moving away.

Taehyung turned, his back to you, and shot a smirk at Yoongi as he raised his eyebrows and walked out of the tent, still munching on his fruit. The annoyance level within Yoongi grew, and he had to loosen his shoulders, his neck cracking in the process. In the meantime, you’d wandered off to the nearby seating area and sat down next to one of the other female crew members, the sounds of your soft conversation letting him know he’d missed his window with you this time.

Huffing out his irritation, mostly with himself for letting Taehyung get under his skin so easily, he made his way out of the tent and veered quickly towards the back of it, where the sun was slanting enough to put him in some shade while he took a few moments to get away from everyone else and coach himself out of his cranky mood.

He was staring out at the distant foothills, sipping his coffee and trying to restore his sense of peace. A slight grin dawned on his lips as he took comfort in the fact that at least you’d smiled at him just now. He was beginning to reminisce about how nice your hand had felt in his earlier when the generator next to him flipped on, filling the air with an obnoxious buzzing and shattering the peace he’d been seeking.

“Of course.” He muttered darkly, taking another swig of his coffee as he accepted that things weren’t going his way today.

It was a few minutes until the damn machine switched off, he was about to get back to work when he heard your voice, still inside the tent and apparently raised to compensate for the now silent buzz of the generator.

“No he does not!” you were laughing.

“I’m telling you, he’s into you. You should go for it.” He heard the other female crewmember say, equally mirthful. Yoongi froze, waiting to hear what was said next, his stomach clenched in anticipation that was about to give him an issue with the ice cold coffee he’d just consumed.

“Shhh, shut up! You’re so full of it. He’s just being a nice…kid.”

“Pssh, you’re full of it. And so condescending. Isn’t he like, almost 30?”

Oh god, oh god, Yoongi chanted in his head. Who were you talking about? Some kid liked you? The idea had him frowning at the horizon while his ears kept straining to hear your conversation.

“No.” you answered petulantly, clearly not taking the conversation seriously at all. “He’s 12. He needs a mommy, not a hook-up.”

“Maybe you could be his mommy.” Your friend intoned suggestively.

“OMG, please stop.” You’re both squealing with laughter now and Yoongi’s brow is thoroughly furrowed in confusion.

“Ok, ok…” he hears your friend suck in a breath, trying to regain her composure before she starts her next sentence. It’s silent for a moment and Yoongi prays that the generator doesn’t switch back on. Let just one thing not screw him over today.

“You can’t tell me you wouldn’t, though.” He hears a light smack and doesn’t know whether you or your friend have hit each other or if you’ve just smacked your own forehead in exasperation. “Oh COME ON…” your friend continues, “You’re telling me that if you and Suga, like…hypothetically end up stranded in a cabin in the woods, you’re not going to sleep with him if he crooks his finger at you??”

If Yoongi’s face could get any paler it would. His lips have practically disappeared into a thin line as he strains to hear your answer over the blood suddenly rushing in his ears.

“In that exact situation? Well obviously.” You admit, but he can hear your sarcasm and practically see the roll of your eyes.

Your friend calls your bluff. “Please. You’d fuck him in his trailer and wouldn’t even be mad if he couldn’t remember your name.”

Suddenly he can hear the chairs squeak as you both get up and start moving out of his earshot and he finds himself praying again that he’ll be able to make out your response before you’re gone.

“Yeah,” you say, and there’s no trace of sarcasm in your tone this time, but there is a slight sigh in your voice that sounds almost…dreamy? “I probably would.”

Yoongi’s coffee cup slips from his hands.

*******

“Wait, she called you a KID?”

Jin’s voice has reached peak Jin and Yoongi cringes.

“Ey, keep it down, hyung. You don’t have to be so loud.” He shushes.

He’s sitting in his trailer with Jin and Namjoon, relaying the conversation he just overheard. Yoongi is having an embarrassing enough time confiding this information, he’s not interested in having Jin shout it across the set.

“Yoongi-ah…” Jin seems split between being genuinely remorseful and highly entertained at his brother’s predicament, “it’s not good if she can’t think of you as a man.”

Yoongi rubs a hand over his face and sighs. “I know this, hyung.”

“But she said she’d sleep with you.” Namjoon says, arms crossed over his chest as he ponders. “Twice, technically.”

“She’d technically sleep with him twice?” Jin questions, the mirth in his voice breaking through at his first opportunity to make a joke.

“She said she’d sleep with me two times.” Yoongi is irritated.

“Why just two times, are you bad the second time?” Jin asks, now enjoying himself a little too much.

“Why am I having this conversation when I could just murder you instead?” Yoongi’s voice is flat.

In the corner, Namjoon’s shoulders are shaking silently as he tries to pull himself together. It sure was easy to get under Yoongi’s skin these days, he’d be lying if he couldn’t admit that the whole group had been enjoying it a little too much.

“Hyung,” Namjoon suggests, “it was just girls talking. She’s working here, I don’t think she’s trying to sleep with anyone right now.”

Yoongi knew this, realistically. But there was a buzz that had been running through his veins ever since he’d heard you admit that you’d fuck him, and he couldn’t focus on anything else right now. Hence the need to call Jin and Namjoon into his trailer and try to talk it through so he could reclaim his brain and stop thinking about that hint of wistfulness in your voice as you talked about him…

“Yah!” Jin’s shouting breaks through Yoongi’s reverie. “We don’t have time for this right now. We have to be back on set. Yoongi-ah…” Yoongi looks up as Jin leans forward and addresses him seriously, “You’re not proving you’re a man by bringing her water and hovering around her all the time. If you want to know her, you’ve got to gather your courage and talk to her. Tell her you like her.”

At this Jin gets up, exactly as the staff begin knocking at the door to collect everyone back to set.

Jin pauses at the door and turns around, a sly expression on his face. “Offer to take her to a nice cabin.”

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P2

[humanlighthouse]

Oh my gosh ilu 🥺🥺🥺

So... Heihua prompts

What about role inversion? Xiao Hua goes BAMF and rescues Xiazi OR Xiazi has a competency kink OR Yuchen finds and cares for Hei Yanjing when he’s ill.

Hello again darling <3 I hope this satisfies the prompt, I mostly went with the last part of it (and as usual, this is cross-posted on ao3 so don’t be surprised at the notification :p) Thanks!! <3

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There’s a flash of light and then a noise so loud it circles back to silence. 

Xie Yuchen is sitting by the entrance to his tent when the blast sends him rocketing off his seat. Beneath him, the ground trembles and groans like an earthquake is rocking their encampment. He isn’t far from the source of the explosion, but the dig site is quickly filling up with thick smoke and a chaos of voices and movements, and he wants to run but quickly discovers that standing is less easy than he expected. As he collapses backward again, his ears ring and his head pounds. 

With some effort, he manages to at least make it back to a sitting position and props an arm on the ground to try standing up again when he spots a long silhouette stumbling out of the smoke. 

Later medical reports will say that Hei Yanjing, real name unknown, has no less than five broken ribs, two on the left side and three on the right, a fractured clavicle and sprained wrist, split eyebrow, not to mention several deep lacerations on all but one of his limbs. 

Xie Yuchen knows none of this. What he knows is that Hei-ye is bleeding heavily as he collapses at his feet, and that his head must have been hit severely because the madman is smiling up at him. 

His hands leave crimson prints on Xie Yuchen’s clothes as he grabs at him, at his arms, at his shoulders, finally at his collar. Even through the fabric they’re cold as ice, and he is so pale under all the dust and blood, face white and lips blue - but before Xie Yuchen can register more or even move, Hei Xiazi’s hands have tugged on his jacket and brought their lips together. It’s a weak kiss that barely feels like one, a second-long press of Hei Xiazi’s mouth against his before a soft exhale brushes his cheek and the man falls unconscious.

Xie Yuchen’s arms go around him instinctively but he finds that he cannot move afterwards. Hei Xiazi still somehow sports a ghost of a smile on his face but he isn’t moving anymore and his glasses are broken. The shattered lense and bent metal are all that Xie Yuchen sees. Later, he will be told that he was in a deep state of shock, and at some later point in time, a therapist will confirm that his reaction was perfectly normal under the circumstances, but as he holds Hei Xiazi’s bleeding body, Xie Yuchen thinks of nothing but the fact that he wants to scream and cannot. 

The word ‘dissociation’ will come up too during those sessions. Xie Yuchen doesn’t know it yet, as he sits by Hei Xiazi’s bedside and stares at the tubes going into his arm. He knows that he has spent something like an hour looking at the hole in the ground where the dig site used to be and tried to understand what had happened. He also knows that he has drunk his entire body weight in water and still feels thirsty. 

He has not spoken to a single person since stepping into the medical tent, despite numerous attempts by well-meaning bystanders. It’s as if his throat is clogged by the words he needs to tell the man on the bed - nothing else can come out before he does. Should Hei Xiazi remain unconscious, Xie Yuchen fears that he might never speak again. 

When Hei Xiazi comes to, he blinks, scrunches his eyes against the light, and immediately winces when it pulls on the stitches holding the skin of his eyebrow together, in that order. There is a sense of normality to his stupidity that strikes Xie Yuchen’s heart like a bolt of lightning and he lets out a breath he had forgotten he was holding. 

At last, at very much last, the words burst out of his chest. 

“What the fuck was that for!” he yells at the blind idiot who startles and yelps in pain. 

“Ow,” he says. And then, “what?” until his brain finishes compiling his last memory and he laughs. Laughs! Xie Yuchen wants to strangle him, sits on the bed to do just that when a wide smile spreads Hei Xiazi’s lips. 

“I thought I was a goner,” he hears him admit in a rueful tone. “Thought I would go out with a bang, but not like this!”

Before he can make good on his murderous intent, Xie Yuchen rises from the bed, or tries to. 

A hand has shot out to grab him. 

“Wait.”

The hand doesn’t stay long on his arm before Hei Xiazi has to pull it back with another wince, bending forward to lessen the pain in his ribs the sudden movement caused. Xie Yuchen turns back and jabs a vicious finger between the man’s thin arms, right into what little fat he has and not on the broken bone, because he isn’t a complete bastard, unlike some people. 

It makes Hei Xiazi wiggle to get away but he cannot escape and his cries for mercy are interspersed with bright laughter. 

“Stop! Stop!”

“Serves you right,” Xie Yuchen accuses as he pokes his side with his other hand. 

It’s a struggle, especially with his eyes still closed, but Hei Xiazi manages to grab a hold of his hands and pins them to the bed on both sides of him. They’re not cold anymore, and at that realisation, all the fight drains out of Xie Yuchen. He lets his head fall forward onto Hei Xiazi’s uninjured shoulder and closes his eyes. 

There’s a body underneath his chest, warm, a heartbeat, loud and steady, and the rise and fall of breaths. Eventually, there’s a cheek resting against his hair, and a voice, low and soft. Even if he hated everything else about the man, Xie Yuchen would love that voice, if only because he is alive to use it. 

“Sorry.”

Xie Yuchen lets a long exhale out through his nose before answering. 

“You have enough to feel sorry about, don’t add an accident to the list.”

There’s a huff against his hair.

“I meant for worrying you.”

I wasn’t worried, Xie Yuchen instinctively wants to say. His eyes open to see scratches on skin, an angry red, and it feels ridiculous to deny it now. He looks up and Hei Xiazi’s eyes are still closed, he cannot see him, cannot see the look Xie Yuchen knows is on his face, so he lets himself stare, just a second too long, before reaching into his pocket and extracting a spare pair of sunglasses from it. As he slides them up Hei Xiazi’s nose, the man’s mouth falls open in a small o of surprise. 

“Thanks,” he says, without the usual sarcasm behind the word. 

When he is sure that he can see him, Xie Yuchen nods. He should… probably go and let him rest, now. He turns, legs falling off the side of the bed, but before he can stand, an arm has sneaked around his waist and holds him back. A small noise of pain comes out from behind him at his aborted movement and Xie Yuchen stops, turning back. 

Hei Xiazi’s face is unreadable except for a few tense lines under the glasses. Xie Yuchen moves the arm away from himself and places it back somewhat delicately on the bed and watches, as Hei Xiazi’s lips press together briefly, before tweaking up sideways like he is preparing to make a joke. This obvious cover-up, more than anything else, seals away any doubt Xie Yuchen still had about the ridiculous man in front of him. 

He reaches out, curls a hand into the sweaty hair at Hei Xiazi’s nape, and kisses him. 

It takes a few seconds, but Hei Xiazi kisses him back with a relieved laugh and happy enthusiasm. His hands come back up to hold Xie Yuchen’s waist, even though it makes his mouth twist in discomfort, and at that Xie Yuchen has to break the kiss. He grabs the hands and firmly pushes them down. 

“Don’t move,” he orders. 

He should have known Hei Xiazi would like that. 

“Oh, kinky,” the idiot says. 

“And don’t speak either,” he adds, too late.

“Make me.”

With a long-suffering sigh, Xie Yuchen moves forward again to comply. 

[writtenjewels]

Getting the Mind off Work

He activated the door and found Kaidan pacing back and forth with a report in hand. The biotic glanced up and greeted Shepard with a smile.

“Hey, Shepard. Why didn't you warn me about all this Spectre paperwork?”

“What, and ruin all your fun? I'd never.” Kaidan smiled a bit wider. Everyone who knew the two of them well was remarking on how much happier they both were lately. Even the newer crew members like Steve and James made comments on how Shepard was smiling more these days. Sometimes the comments grew a bit teasing.

“Should I be warning him not to break your heart, or vice versa?” Liara had asked.

“Oh, so that was sexual tension between you two,” Garrus mused. “I thought it was some strange human thing.”

“Good, I didn't want to compete with you on the dating front,” was Steve's remark.

There were a lot of things that were terrible about this war. The one upside was that no one gave a damn about breaking rules.

“Would you like some help getting your mind off work?” Shepard offered.

“I don't know, Shepard. I have all these reports I need to file.”

“Kaidan.” Shepard moved in and took the report out of the other man's hand, setting it aside. “You know how sometimes you force me to sit down and take a breath? That's not going to be a one-way street with us. You're already worried about your mom and your students. The reports can wait.” Kaidan's brow furrowed but he didn't argue. He obediently sat down with a little smile playing on his lips.

Shepard moved around to stand in front of him and studied the biotic's posture. Still too stiff, in his opinion. He bent down to place his hands on Kaidan's knees and tried coaxing the man's legs apart.

“What are you doing?” He didn't hear any rejection so he glanced up at Kaidan's face. The biotic simply looked confused. Shepard felt a hard twist of nerves. They both talked about wanting to be more physically intimate but neither knew much about how. It'd been a little embarrassing when he asked EDI to help him look up information.

“It's just...” Shepard squeezed Kaidan's knees gently. “I see all you do, Kaidan. How much you push yourself, how hard you fight. I'm going to be there to pull you back every now and then, just like you are for me.” His hands slowly moved up Kaidan's legs and this time he felt no resistance when he pushed them apart. “I've been, ah, researching, and I, ah... wanted to...”

“Take my mind off work?” Kaidan suggested. His eyes had darkened a bit and he was shaking.

“If I do it right, you're not going to do much thinking at all.”

Kaidan chuckled softly. “That would be something.”

Shepard kept his hands on Kaidan's legs to brace himself as he sank down to his knees. He felt another twist of nerves and idly wondered what someone else would think seeing him like this. Commander Shepard: savior of the Citadel, bane of the Reapers, battlemaster, first human Spectre... here on his knees. Except right now he just felt like a very nervous man about to cross a physical threshold with his boyfriend. In a weird way it was a relief that he wasn't expected to be confident or skilled.

He moved his hands up higher and felt around to unclasp the belt around Kaidan's waist. He forced his fingers to stop trembling long enough to work it loose. Shepard got a peek at the standard-issue underwear. He was wearing the same kind himself.

“Research, huh?” Kaidan huffed. He lifted his hips a little so Shepard could move the trousers down enough to expose Kaidan's crotch. “Wonder if we looked at the same sites?”

“I could ask EDI,” Shepard suggested teasingly.

Kaidan shut his eyes and groaned. “Please don't.”

Shepard chuckled. He slid his hand down past the waistband of Kaidan's underwear and pulled out his cock. His eyes shot a quick glance up to make sure Kaidan liked it so far. The man's face was flushed, his lips slightly parted, his eyes glassy. No one else has seen him like this, Shepard realized. How did I get so lucky? He felt a pull he couldn't resist and pushed himself up to press a kiss onto Kaidan's mouth. He felt a brush of tongue across his bottom lip and gasped at the spike in arousal. Shit, he wanted more of that.

But he wanted something else more, so after a lighter kiss he moved back to his original position. Shepard got his hand back around Kaidan's cock and began stroking and squeezing. Kaidan's eyes flickered before falling closed and he leaned back, letting his legs fall more open to give Shepard room. Shepard watched as the pleasure of his touch took over Kaidan little by little. His heart-rate picked up the moment he felt Kaidan's cock start to stir in his grip. He slid his hand down to grip the base, using the other to hold tight to Kaidan's hip. He pressed his mouth on the tip, gliding his tongue up slowly.

“Ah, shit!”

“What?” Shepard jerked back instantly.

“Nothing.” Kaidan's hand was a bit shaky as he rested it on Shepard's shoulder. “Nothing. I didn't expect...”

“Did you like it?” That was the important part: he didn't want to do anything if Kaidan didn't want it.

“Yeah,” Kaidan assured him in a husky growl. “And you're right, it's taking my mind off anything except feeling more of that.”

Good enough. Shepard repeated the motion and this time didn't stop when Kaidan reacted. He tried to remember what he saw in all those vids but was becoming increasingly distracted by Kaidan. The man was damn vocal: grunting and gasping and moaning and cursing. Whenever he made a particularly interesting noise, Shepard did the same thing just to hear it again. Thank god the ship walls were thick because when Shepard got his mouth around Kaidan, the man nearly screamed.

“Jesus Christ, Kaidan, you're going to have the whole ship wondering what I'm doing to you,” Shepard scolded him.

“This,” Kaidan hissed back, “is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you.”

“Really.” Shepard raised an eyebrow and got his mouth around Kaidan again. Kaidan grunted, digging both hands onto Shepard's shoulders.

“Really,” he growled.

Shepard wanted to know what the biotic meant by that, but his mouth was a little busy and the way Kaidan reacted made Shepard very reluctant to stop. Nothing in the vids prepared him for what it would actually feel like to have a man's cock in his mouth. The taste was something to get used to and Shepard was trying to figure out what to do with his teeth. He kept his mouth as open as possible to avoid that issue altogether, but he still had his tongue and a growing urge to swallow.

He finally did and got another loud response from Kaidan. His fingers dug harder into Shepard's shoulders and he felt more of the man's length slide inside his mouth. It pulled back almost at once. Shepard very deliberately swallowed and this time he was the one pushing forward to get Kaidan in deeper. It was thrilling to have Kaidan fill his mouth like this. Shepard tried to remember what happened next in the vids.

Between the two of them, they figured out just how much Shepard could swallow down before it got uncomfortable. Every noise Kaidan made got Shepard's blood hotter and his own trousers tight around the crotch. What really got him going was when Kaidan started scratching through his buzzed hair. And the way he thrust his cock in, slow but deliberate. Shepard shut his eyes tightly and let out a muffled whimper.

“Hnnngh, John,” Kaidan sighed. Shepard was already having trouble breathing and that stole the rest of it away. He got his mouth free and stared up at Kaidan.

“What?”

“Huh?” Kaidan blinked dazedly.

“You said my name,” Shepard told him. When Kaidan still looked confused, the commander clarified: “My first name.” He couldn't remember the last time he heard it spoken out loud. Maybe when he was a kid? Over the years he got so used to being called “Shepard” he nearly forgot he even had a first name. But of course Kaidan would know it. “Would you say it again?” Shepard requested.

Kaidan stared down at him. His thumbs brushed along Shepard's jawline, smoothing down his throat. “John.” Amazing how much feeling a person could put into a single syllable. Shepard didn't know if he moved on his own or if Kaidan lifted him, but in a few heartbeats they were face-to-face and kissing again. Shepard could get lost in those kisses were it not for the erection pressing urgently against him.

“Kaidan, I want to... let me...”

“Are you going to... finish?” So Kaidan had seen at least one of the vids Shepard looked up.

“If you want me to.”

“I do. And John?” Kaidan lifted his face for another kiss. “I want to do the same for you.” Shepard swallowed and ducked down to get back to work. He was really liking this side of Kaidan a lot. And when it was his turn, the whole ship was probably going to hear just how much he liked it.

At least Shepard was making good on his promise: neither of them were likely doing much thinking at all.

[bestintheparsec]

The Same Coin - Part 3

Masterlist

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

A/N: Alright, this chapter feels like a big boi compared to the previous ones😂 I’m sorry for the delay in posting this! But I hope you enjoy it, and as always comments and feedback are appreciated!❤️ Special thanks to my lovely friends @hiscyarika​ @murdermewithbooks​ @aerynwrites​ for helping me proof/edit this thing, it would not be what it is without their help❤️

Words: 5.0k

Warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, a slice of Tender™

You pull your gun out of its holster, readying yourself against the side of the wall as Steve and Peña do the same. The sun beats down on you as you wait for the search bloc’s cue. Even if today’s mission is just a small-scale one, you’re glad to be back out in the field—and so is Peña, since it was his tip to begin with. Late last night, Peña received a tip from a previous CI regarding the whereabouts of a small lab. The colonel only allowed the use of fifteen men and a few cars, but this should be more than enough for the takedown of this particular site. Without the need for verification by Centra Spike, all three of you were promptly able to get the ambassador and Messina on board with the plan.

You’re shoulder-to-shoulder with the two of them now, waiting on the colonel’s signal as the men break down the entrance and toss a flash bomb inside. You’re given the cue as yelling erupts from inside and the whole search bloc barges in, sweeping the building. Gunfire from either side rings out, and when the smoke clears you’re able to make out the few sicarios that have been taken out on the ground. 

The quiet only lasts a few seconds before more shouting and shots come from the stairwell. Suddenly, a slew of sicarios start flooding the warehouse, coming from all corners and every room. They fire continuously and your ears start to ring from the noise. You take some of them out, but the shots keep coming and never cease.

“What the fuck!” Steve yells beside you as he continues to aim and dodge bullets. The three of you split up and scan the whole area, but you’re unsure of what you’re even looking for now. Your adrenaline’s running so you can’t process for long. Peña said there would only be a few of Escobar’s men here, not a small army of them.

The bloc continues to take them down one by one, and you’ve already made your way through most of the building when a bullet flies past your arm, hitting the wall behind you. You dodge behind a shelf and watch as two sicarios fire at you, pushing themselves through the window in the room. One of them knocks a shelf over on his way out as a barricade, and you quickly follow suit, climbing over the hunk of metal and out the window. Javier and Steve hear the noise and make their way into the room, following after they see you throwing yourself onto the street outside.

Sweat starts to bead on your forehead as you chase after them, expertly dodging the objects they throw in your path. Innocent bystanders watch with concern and you dip past them—you’ve almost caught up and can hear Steve and Peña's racing footsteps behind you. You always outrun those two—your lungs haven’t been bogged down by cigarettes the way theirs have. 

One of the men turns and shoots at you before disappearing through a doorway on the other side of the road; you’ve almost caught up to the other one so you make a split-second decision, letting this one go and continue running straight ahead.

You’re closing in on him when the sicario abruptly turns into a narrow alleyway. You follow, but lose your footing and trip over a large piece of metal that he’d thrown to the ground. He dashes off and escapes as you get yourself up, groaning loudly. 

“Fuck!” you hiss at yourself.

As you go to pick up your gun off the ground, the other sicario that had slipped away earlier appears out of nowhere, his gun pointed at you and ready to fire. You freeze like a deer in the headlights, your hands ready to fly up in surrender when a shot rings out from behind you. The bullet goes straight through the sicario’s chest, sending his lifeless body to the ground.

You exhale in relief and whip your head around, meeting Peña’s eyes as he lowers his gun. He tries to catch his breath, giving you a curt nod. Seconds pass before you realize you’ve stopped breathing, but you return the nod after taking a deep breath. It’s the only thanks you’re able to give at the moment, since he gestures in the direction the sicario escaped towards. The chase is still on, so you grab your gun off the ground and run alongside him.

You sprint back out into an open street where you see Steve pointing his gun at the sicario, who’s got his own gun aimed right back. 

“¡Baja tu arma!” Peña yells at him, but he doesn’t budge.

Your gun is pointed as well, but you briefly scope your surroundings. Aside from a few cars parked along the sidewalk, the street is void of any people. 

No one else seems to notice the unsuspecting truck that’s parked to your left, carrying large tanks with the word “gasolina” stamped on them in faded white letters.

You turn your attention back to the sicario, but it’s too late—his eyes go to where you were just looking, and Peña and Steve see the truck at the same time he does. There’s a split second of silence, but then he jerks his gun in the truck’s direction and pulls the trigger before you can yell “No!”. At the same time, Peña shouts something you can’t make out, and you’re about to move when you feel the force of his large hand shoving you and Steve face-first behind a car for cover. Your arms brace the fall and you feel the vibrations from the explosion as you lie face-down on the ground. Following the sounds of shattering glass and debris, the street fills with blaring of car alarms and smoke.

You felt an impact on the way down, but now you’re not sure if it was because of your body hitting concrete, or the weight of Peña’s body on top of yours, shielding you. His free arm is over Steve and he quickly moves it off. He grips your arm with his hand, then releases it but keeps himself over you. The sharp ringing in your ears isn’t enough to distract you from the feeling of Peña’s chest against your back, pressing on you every time he breathes in and out.

All three of you stay on the ground for a few more moments before uncovering your faces and looking up to inspect the scene of complete chaos and destruction. Debris litters the ground and the dense smoke in the air burns your lungs. You know to always expect the unexpected, but this was definitely not part of the plan. 

The colonel’s going to lose his shit. You shift your position, still aware of his weight on you. Peña starts to get up first, but keeps his arm over you just a second longer than necessary. You don’t know why but you feel a hint of warmth rush to your cheeks. With a shaky exhale, you push yourself up as well. What the hell was that? you want to ask him. He offers no explanation or the slightest comment about the strange moment of contact, so you figure it’s just you, thinking too much as usual.

You sigh with relief when all of you are able to stand, seemingly unharmed. Peña looks relieved as well, looking around as you brush the dust off yourself.

“Anyone hurt? Or hit their head?” he asks, rubbing his shoulder. You and Steve each let out a huff of air and shake your heads as you all start to walk back towards the warehouse. No one has to say it, but you know you’re all in for some harsh words once you get back to the embassy.

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The three of you sit in the ambassador’s office with Messina, and as predicted, they’re pissed. While you three were off chasing down those two sicarios, the search bloc had managed to capture a couple of sicarios back at the warehouse—alive. So while they’re off being questioned right now, you, Peña, and Steve are getting reprimanded for how indiscreet the mission was. You’ve been listening to their lecture for nearly twenty minutes and they’re only now slowing down. Not much has been said on your part; you’re fuming on the inside and trying to contain yourself. Your jaw is clenched and you’re bouncing your leg on the floor, waiting for it to be over. It won’t make a damn difference what any of you tell them; it never does.

“Ma’am, with all due respect, we have two high-tier sicarios in our custody,” Peña comments with a wave of the hand, barely concealing the irritation in his voice. His other hand grips the arm of his chair, his knuckles white from the pressure.

“Agent Peña, this mission was supposed to be covert—in and out, is that not what the informant said? You were supposed to go in there quietly, not create a goddamn war zone,” the ambassador retorts.

“How were we supposed to know all of that would happen?” Steve clips. His frustration mirrors your own. You’re about to mutter something sarcastic when you notice Peña’s eyes shift down to the ground, then back up. He clenches his teeth and grinds his jaw. It’s a tic of his, when he’s up to something. You’re not sure what he has to do with any of this, but now’s not the time to bring it up.

After you get dismissed, you go back and sink into the chair at your desk, sighing with exasperation. Peña and Steve sit down at their own desks across from you, stowing their guns and badges away.

You quietly observe them as they pretend to skim some paperwork. Steve has some small bruises starting to form on his arms, and you’ve got a busted lip—but other than that, the three of you aren’t hurt. You shake your head at the irony—one small stakeout with Peña resulted in him being shot in the leg, yet a whole explosion happens and the most you get is a bloody lip and some scratches. Go figure. 

Your fingers twitch and can’t stay still, and you can’t figure out why. It’s been a few hours since the event, and a scolding from the higher-ups has never fazed you before. Your fight-or-flight response has calmed down now. But you almost feel shaken by the incident, even though it was far from being your first encounter with danger. You didn’t do anything differently, and no one was hurt. But your mind can’t focus on anything else except those moments where you might’ve been harmed today—that sicario was ready to shoot, and the aftermath of it all could’ve been a lot worse. Your mind flashes to Peña’s hand on your back, and you feel your face getting warm again. Why the fuck are you thinking about this? You shake your head, immediately suppressing the thought.

As astute as you are, you don’t notice that Javier is observing you, too. He doesn’t miss the way you’re massaging your fingers again, something you haven’t done in a while—at least, not around him. You cross, then uncross them several times. He suddenly feels a pang of guilt; today must have affected you more than you’re letting on. He considers how this was yet another time he’s put you—and Murphy, of course—in harm’s way. His CI had greatly downplayed the amount of violence to expect, but his anger over this isn’t boiling quite as strongly as the nagging sensation of guilt that’s slowly making itself known again. He’s had worse problems with past intel, but for a reason unknown to him, this time it’s different. You might just be a coworker, but he can't help but feel like he's at fault for more than one thing today.

So when he watches you with your multiple nervous habits, he almost has to pull his eyes away. Steve picks up on your annoyance and says something to cheer you up, and a hint of a smile appears on your face. It’s not long before Javier's attention is inadvertently drawn to the cut on your lower lip; it’s a bit swollen along the area. He purses his own lips and forces himself to finally look away. It was just another day on the job. Why the hell does any of this bother him?

You stand up suddenly, tossing the files onto the desk and breaking his chain of thought. “I’m going to go get a coffee,” you tell them, pushing your chair in. They both nod as you pull your drawer out to grab your things and leave for your break. You don’t notice the frown on Peña’s face as he watches you leave, either.

~

As you sip on the steaming beverage and walk on the quiet sidewalk towards the benches on the outskirts of the embassy, you’re hit with the feeling that today’s events are going to linger in your mind for longer than they should. You wish they wouldn’t—you’ve seen so much worse. You exhale and take a seat on the bench, rubbing your temples and taking another long sip from the cup. 

You weren’t stupid when you joined the DEA; you knew what you were signing up for. But you also knew what you had to give up, or at least you had to try to. You’ve worked here for too long to not know better. You don’t get close to people; you try not to, anyways. Even though Steve is a good friend, there's a lot about you he doesn't know; things you’ve never offered. Loss and suffering is all you’ve seen during your time here—it wouldn’t do you any good to get attached. Does this have anything to do with Peña? No, of course not. You try to brush your thoughts off, instead pondering what kind of shady dealings Peña's been involved in. He knows more than he’s willing to tell, but you don’t know if you want to know any more than that. It’s not the first time he’s done questionable things, of that much you're sure. Eventually, he’s going to get himself hurt if he keeps up the reckless behavior. Why doesn’t he realize this, or care? And more importantly, why do you? 

You start to massage your fingers, as though it’ll wash the thoughts of your life choices away.

But you’re never allowed any reprieve. As if on cue, Peña’s voice interrupts your thoughts. “You’re in my spot,” he says, approaching the bench.

You’re about to make a smart remark, but hold back when you turn and see the resigned expression in his eyes. Peña takes a seat beside you and leans back, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and offering you one. You shake your head as he lights one for himself. 

“This is my thinking place, too,” he comments when you don’t say anything. He follows your gaze to the street, full of loud cars and pedestrians out and about.

“I, um—Thank you. For today, with the sicarios,” you finally add after a few moments, turning to look at him. “I mean it.”

Javier meets your eyes, only breaking his gaze when he realizes you’re still rubbing your fingers. His mouth presses into a hard line and he doesn’t really know how to respond to your thanks, so he just nods. 

“You don’t need to thank me. Just...doing my job,” he says quietly, practically under his breath. You were almost hurt again, and it would’ve been his fault.

“What is that job, Peña?” It’s a genuine question, and you don’t mean any harm by it. “I don’t know what you’re not telling us, but...you should be careful. If not for your own sake, then for ours.” 

He puts the cigarette to his lips and takes another draw before he answers. “I can take care of myself,” he states simply.

You scoff at that—not just because he’s stubborn but because you’ve told yourself the same thing many times. You've learned to fend for yourself here.

“Maybe,” you reply. “But there’s a lot more at stake than your own safety,” you tell him. He glances away then, but acknowledges the statement with another nod.

“Don’t worry. You’re not going to get in any trouble,” he adds quietly, and it’s not laced with the typical sarcasm you’re used to. 

“That’s not all I care about, you know.” If you sound a little defensive, you hope he can’t tell.

“Really, and what do you care about, agent?” He smirks, exhaling a puff of cigarette smoke.

“The same things you do,” you answer curtly with a shrug. “Catching that asshole, staying alive while I do it.”

“That’s all?” he asks with feigned disbelief.

“I think you know it’s for the best,” you say. “It’s best not to be attached to anything, or anyone else,” you add before you can stop yourself. Your eyes widen at the admission and you turn away—you didn’t mean to say that out loud.

There’s no way Peña misses the change in your tone, but he seems to spare you and makes no other comment. You exhale deeply and stand up, tossing your cup in the bin.

“We better get back inside,” you say, deftly changing the subject. “Let’s not give them another reason to make our lives difficult.”

He chuckles. “And when they do?”

“I’ve told you before,” you reply, a slight grin on your face. “I’m used to dealing with assholes.”

~

Lately, you’ve been getting a flood of potential new leads coming in. Some of them come from the sicarios that’d been captured days ago, but a lot of them seem to come out of nowhere. The phone’s been ringing more often than any of you have been used to recently, but more often than not the sources want to talk to an American; specifically, they ask for Peña. You and Steve occasionally question him about it, but he shrugs it off, reassuring you that these are all valid intel. 

The good thing about having so much new information is that the three of you are actually motivated to look into it, grateful for anything beyond the mindless busy work that’d become part of your routine. Falling into your prior routine from when Peña was working from home, you all bring the work home to his apartment almost every night. Each day seems to run into the next as you work tirelessly, plotting and digging to move forward. Late nights turn into even later nights, but you all seem to be running on fumes anyways.

You can’t help but feel like the dynamic between you and your partners is different now, too. Something seems to have shifted after your short conversation with Peña that day at the embassy, but you can’t put your finger on what it is. 

Steve catches on to something being off, too. One night when you’re all poring over one of the leads, Javier makes some darkly-humored remark about something and you let out a chuckle but make no other comment, continuing to focus on your work. Steve looks back and forth between you two with a wrinkle in his brow, racking his brain. He’s been used to being the middle-man, constantly mediating the hostility that was often present whenever you two worked together. The friendly banter—if that’s even what this is—is just a tad disorienting to him.

The three of you pass the liquor around; you have just enough to make you forget the exhaustion of another long day. Hours blend together and you continue to power through, but sometimes your minds give out for the night before you can make it home.

When Javier looks up and realizes you’re both out cold for the night, he sits up and stretches, getting up to head to bed himself. He’s mildly envious that you’re able to succumb to exhaustion so easily, because he knows it won’t be easy for him. But then again, it’s probably not much easier for either of you—sometimes you’re simply lucky enough to have a night where the baggage of the job is strong enough to allow you to rest. Steve’s got his face on his knuckle with his mouth agape, and you’re nestled into the side of the couch with your arms crossed. A gentle smile crosses Javier’s face and he shakes his head. His partners really are something else. 

The smile fades quickly when that nagging feeling of guilt hits him again. Sure, he’s been keeping contact with his informants; it’s the only way your bosses will take things seriously. But he’ll be damned before he lets any of them put you or anyone besides himself in danger again.

He walks over and pulls the blanket that’s draped over the side of the couch, covering you with it before picking up the papers off the floor and stacking them neatly on the table. He brings the glass of whiskey with him to his room, not bothering to shut the door behind him. 

~

A car horn blares in the distance and Steve jolts awake, realizing he dozed off even with the dim lights still on; he figures it’s time to call it a night. He stands and shrugs on his jacket, smirking when he sees your sleeping form slouching over on the couch. He takes another swig of whiskey from his glass, briefly deciding whether he should tell you to go home, too. He glances towards you, then to the paperwork on the table, then to Javier’s room, and smirks again before deciding to leave you alone. He places the glass down with a clink, turning off the lamp as he makes his way home to Connie.

~

Javier wakes up abruptly, his body still and his eyes adjusting to the surroundings of his bedroom. He can barely put together what he saw, but his heart beats rapidly and he can feel his pulse in his face. He remembers an indistinct image of broken glass and fire, nothing else. He steadies his breathing, in and out, willing the pounding in his chest to stop. The nightmares visit him so often that he’s never surprised by them anymore, but he’d like to be able to sleep through just one fucking night.

He exhales heavily and shuts his eyes again, knowing damn well he’s not going back to sleep. It only lasts a moment; he opens them again and sits up on his bed, running his hands through his hair and down his face. He pushes the comforter off himself and puts his feet on the ground, leaning forward with his face in his hands. He tries harder to remember what it was about this time, but it’s already been erased from his memory, leaving only the aftereffects. He’s so fucking tired. Not just from the lack of sleep, but from everything that leads him to dark places even in slumber.

He sighs deeply again, then stands to get his drink from the top of his dresser. It’s almost empty, so he pours himself another glass. He can’t tell if he’s a little buzzed from the earlier glass, or if it’s just his mind being too loud.

~ 

Your eyes open slowly as you try to reorient yourself—you’re still on Peña’s couch. The old leather cushion squeaks as you sit up, yawning. The lights are all off, so the space is completely dark, save for the blue-hued night’s sky shining through the window. You can’t have been out for more than a few hours, but you rub the sleep from your eyes before pushing the blanket off yourself and immediately shiver when the cool AC air hits your skin. You’ve only been tired enough to fall asleep here a few times, but every time you’ve woken up with this blanket on you. You can’t help but feel a hint of warmth in your chest, but push the feeling away before you let yourself think too hard about it.

At any rate, you need to go back to your own flat, so you get up and blindly try to find your things in the dark. You dig around and find your keys before swinging the bag over your shoulder. You’re about to head to the door when you hear a quiet groan and some shuffling coming from Peña’s room. You purse your lips, unsure if you should ignore it. But when you hear the clinks of glass and sounds of liquor being poured, you hesitantly remove your bag and gently place it back on the floor.

You’re afraid of breaking some unspoken boundary as you quietly walk towards his room. Coworkers—partners—watch each other’s backs, don’t they? This is normal. 

His door is wide open, so you tell yourself you’re not barging in. Standing just outside the door,  you nervously peer inside. You expect him to be under the covers, but instead find him sitting on the edge of his bed facing away from the door, his head in one hand, his free hand nursing a glass. If you leave now, he won’t notice. But you suddenly remember his protective hold over you and Steve during the incident. Before you can change your mind, you knock lightly on the door frame. You don't know what troubles him, but if it's anything like your own demons, he shouldn't have to be alone. 

“Peña?” you whisper, so quietly that you’re not even sure he can tell you’re there. 

He makes no response, but sits up straighter and rubs his face, so you know he heard you. 

“Are you…okay?” you ask with a meek voice, waiting for him to answer with sarcasm, or anger, or...anything. Honestly, you expect him to ask you to leave, and at another time you might have gladly done so. But now you’re not so sure.

“Yeah, great,” he mutters, but his voice cracks at the end of it. You swallow dryly, not knowing what you should do. But he doesn’t tell you to leave, so you rock on your feet for a few seconds as you wait for him to add anything else. When he doesn’t, a feeling of courage overcomes you and you take a step into his room, joining him in the darkness. Your breath hitches because while you don’t know what this is, you know that there’s no going back from it.

You walk towards his dark silhouette—your pulse is racing and you have no idea why—until you’re standing in front of him, your knees almost touching his. He barely lifts his head, not meeting your eyes. If he wanted you to go, he would’ve told you so already. 

Your hands want to fidget, so you slowly reach out and gently take the glass out of his hand, setting it down on the nightstand beside him. He rubs his hands together hesitantly, looking up at you for a moment before turning away, unable to match your gaze for long. Your arms are at your side, your brows furrowed as you ponder what to do. You don't ask for an explanation because there's none needed. If only to distract yourself from the biting tension in the air, you reach out again, timidly brushing your fingers along his bare shoulder. You’re pretty sure your fingers are shaking, but when he doesn’t pull away you place your whole palm on his skin, running it down his upper arm in hopes of comforting him. You feel his muscles tense and then quickly relax, so you start to pull away—abruptly, he stops you by taking your hand and giving it a light squeeze with his calloused fingers, taking you by surprise; he quickly retracts as if he didn’t mean to do it. He still avoids your gaze, looking straight ahead at the wall behind you. You’re never this brazen unless you’re in the field, but you don’t want to leave him alone now. 

You lift your hand again, this time moving to softly run your fingers along his thick hair, smoothing it behind his ear. You swear you hear him inhale, and he seems to relax against the movement. You run the palm of your other hand along the smoothness of his back, then gently pull him in towards you. He doesn’t move his arms, but he almost instantly leans into you, his head pressing against your stomach. You wrap your other arm around him, and while he doesn’t do the same, he relaxes completely against you. Minutes pass but you don’t move, keeping your hold around him as you listen to him breathe in and out, occasionally lightly stroking the back of his head. The noises of the Colombian streets at night quietly fill the background, but all you can focus on is him. His skin is warm against yours and you almost feel comforted yourself, despite your best attempts to ignore the feeling. The heaviness of your tired eyes is long gone now.

You’re not sure how much longer it’s been when you suddenly feel him tense under your arms again. He gently pulls away as you let go. He finally looks up and meets your eyes, raising a hand towards your face. The tips of his fingers barely graze the skin on your cheeks and suddenly your heart rate picks up again; just as quickly, he removes his hand. You don’t even have time to let go of the breath you realize you’re holding. You take an inch of a step backwards, steadying yourself and tugging on the hem of your shirt. 

“I...should go," you whisper. Your voice falters and you hope it doesn’t betray you.

A beat passes. “Yeah, you should,” he agrees, but his voice is gentle.

You linger for a moment, then slowly turn and walk away, leaving his bedroom door open like you found it. You keep your steps quiet as you pick up your bag again and walk through the front door. Once you’re out in the hallway, you pause and take a deep breath, shaking off whatever feeling has suddenly taken over the emptiness in your chest.

~

Translations:

Baja tu arma = lower your weapon/put the gun down

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[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Earth is Space Australia “The Invasion Continues

You all seemed to really enjoy the burg invasion, so here is some more. I hope you like it and I hope you have a great Monday.

“This planet…. Is a death trap. All our men are dead or…. Or dying…. Please we cannot survive any longer.”

The transmission ended rather abruptly, and the newly instated burg commander slammed his fist into the control panel, “What is happening!”

Around the room his counterparts scurried to avoid his anger.

“There have been reports of animal attacks, poisonings and…. Industrial accidents…. It seems that the human planet is far more dangerous than we originally anticipated. The entire thing is a deathtrap.”

Crew members cowered back against their station as a pincer slammed into the console, “They are squishy flesh-bags you should have no trouble taking them out!”

“The humans are not the problem, it is their planet. It is covered in boiling water, poisonous plants, angry wildlife, and apparently non-military have banded into pack-hunting structures in order to kill us, and it is working very effectively. We assumed that their civilian population would be largely inferior to their military counterparts, but it turns out that the non military humans are just more creative.”

The burg commander’s carapace chattered with his anger, “Then if we cannot win this war, we will hit them where it hurts.”

“Your glory?”

“Bring me the GPS coordinates.”

“The ones that we took from the destroyed human ship.”

The burg rubbed two of his upper legs together, “Exactly those.”

The burg second in command looked very confused, “But, your glory. These….. Are just locations on the planet related to specific human soldiers. Why would we need these?”

The burg commander tapped his leg against the console,

“Cut off the head, and the body will die.”

***

“This morning both local and worldwide governments have reported isolated pockets of alien ivation from all over the world, Let’s head to Jeff who has been traveling the eastern seaboard this morning with details.”

“Thank you Tom, and yes worldwide and local governments have issued a state of emergency. UNSC forces are being deployed as we speak to all locations around the globe where the Burg have been sited. However, this is no independence day Steve, this is something entirely different. While there have been reports about burg sightings, teams of them up to five or six strong in some cases, so far no one has been killed or injured, at least not by a burg anyway.”

“What do you mean Jeff?”

“Well isolated reports have reached us from all across the world of people who have accidentally run into burg remains rather than live soldiers.. Evidence suggests that Crocodiles, bears, wolves, poison ivy, army ants, hippos, kangaroos, and poisonous snakes have all taken up the cause of mother earth, who doesn’t seem particularly pleased about being invaded. And when the burg have made their way into populated city centers, well things haven’t gotten much better. Groups of drunken football fans in eastern Europe and the British isles have been seen roaming the streets of Berlin, Paris, London, Dublin, and Rome in packs . Vatican security forces were even dispatching a number of burg troops in the early hours of the morning.”

The TV screen cut to a grainy video of a dark street which showed a pack of riotous humans with bats, clubs, and broken chairs racing down the street after alien forms shouting insults to the fleeing backs.

The video cut.

“Reports in from Chicago have the local gangs, police forces, and a high school chess club teaming up and beating the invasion back with gunfire, improvised explosives, dogs,  and molotov cocktails of all things.”

“A truly shocking turn of events Jeff, but what are the UNSC saying about protecting us and our families during this time.”

“The UNSC is cautiously optimistic about the outcome of this event, Tom, but even so, they are advising that all Burg sightings be directed to the UNSC invasion hotline, with the number posted on screen right here, and available on all major mobile devices. Civilians are encouraged to avoid the burg if at all possible, though if those are not an option for either you or your family, the CDC has issued reports that human saliva can be fatal to the burg due to a certain enzyme which known to break down burg slime, and the potent cocktail of germs which follow. Your best weapon is to spit at them, barring that, than go right ahead and beat them to death with any available blunt object within reach, or sharp object. Shaolin warriors in china, Samurai enthusiasts in japan on Renaissance goers from america to europe are finding uses for swords and bladed weapons they have not been used for in the history of man. Attack dog saliva is just as useful as human saliva in this case so if Fido wants to get in on the action, your best bet is to let your pooch go ham and serve himself up a plate of space crab.”

“Thank you Jeff, and stay tuned where we will be receiving real time updates on the state of the invasion. But for now will your homeowners insurance cover alien invasions, what you need to know.” Martha, Jim, and Sunny sat on the couch staring at the TV.

Jim scratched his chin thoughtfully, “Better stay inside, Sunny. I’m sure after that there might be some people to gungho to notice you’re a bit too pretty to be a burg.”

“Alien invasion.” Martha muttered, “Do you think we should get the guns ready, just in case.”

The man shrugged, “Couldn’t hurt. Come on Sunny, you know how to use a gun don’t you.”

“I am Chief weapons specialist.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Martha stood, “Grab my shotgun will you, dear, I’m going to go check on Adam.”

He nodded, letting her go. Sunny glanced over her shoulder catching a glimpse into the room through the door where Adam was lying out cold. She was pleased to see he was still asleep, and had slept through most of the night.

Hopefully this alien invasion thing would be over by the time he woke up.

***

Martha appeared at the top of the stairs into the basement, just as Jim and Sunny were coming up the stairs, a gun in each hand.

Martha took one from Sunny and walked into the kitchen, where the three of them sat at the table loading weapons. The doorbell going off nearly startled them out of their seats, but Jim went to go get it.

Sunny listened intently.

“Hey dad, did you see the news this morning?”

“Oh hey David, why don’t you come on inside, good morning to you Jordan, ah and my nephew.” Sunny lifted her head as David, Adam’s older brother, walked into the kitchen with his partner Jordan and their little boy bouncing happily in Jim’s arms.

Martha got up to hug her sun, and the other members of his family.

“Yes we heard about that.”

“Oh, hi sunny. Is Adam here?”

Martha had the group of them take their seats, “he’s resting. Apparently he went and saved the universe just recently, and we are trying to get him to rest. So don’t talk about the whole alien invasion thing too loudly.” 

“Oh, sorry.”

It was just at that moment that the absolutely deafening sound of engines rocked the house rumbling through the floors and shaking the very foundation.

“What in blue blazes.”

Outside the front window a chain of bikers and rednecks doubled up on old rickety dirt bikes raced past the window screaming and brandishing guns. The line seemed to go on forever until they vanished down the road.

“What in the hell.”

A groggy voice just behind them, “What’s going on?”

They all turned to find Adam leaning against the hallway wall rubbing his eyes and looking rather bleery. He was still very pale.

“Just the neighbor kids being louds, now, Go back to bed!”

Adam appeared too groggy to be skeptical and just staggered back to his room.

The group of them looked at each other nervously.

“Sunny and I will stay here and guard the house, you three mind going outside and checking out what is going on.”

***

They had come to cut off the head. All remaining burg forces had been rerouted from the rest of earth, and were now making their way towards the GPS coordinates. They knew they could not overtake earth, but if they couldn’t do that then they had vowed  to destroy the morale of humanity and take away it’s greatest nuisance.

Commander Adam vir would be dead before the sun sak below the horizon.

They entirely expected to show up in surprise, unannounced, but earth had different plans for them. In the space of ten minutes, two of their troops was hit by a minivan, and a third was attacked by a very angry small dog.

Walking along the fence line another burg ran into a very strange creature. It was very small, and sat atop a fence post, its golden eyes fixed on the burg as it lazily flicked it’s tail back and forth. Its ears were drawn back flat against it’s skull. He approached, and the creature hissed. He went to shoo it away with a hand.

And was immediately set upon by a very angry cat intent on ripping his eyes out of his face.

Their luck only worsened as engines rolled up the street, and a group of hungry looking bikers, teamed up with a very gleeful group of rednecks came charging down the street guns blazing. Motorcycles spun out, humans went flying.

Nearby, in the residential houses, families hid in their basements, while others made it to rooftops taking pot shots from their balconies, upper windows, or sometimes form the peak of their rooftops. 

One young man had been very industrious, unbeknownst to his parents, and began chucking lit molotov cocktails out the window of his bedroom. 

His older brother, also a chemistry geek upgraded that to homemade napalm.

From the other end of the street, the highschool girls softball team, and the girl scouts rolled up on hover boards and the backs of bicycles. The  softball team had a mounted automated pitching machine on the back of a wagon, and each girl was equipped with a bat, and a bucket full of balls.

The girl scouts had apparently been preparing since last night, and had water guns full of spit, which was pretty gross but rather effective.

The softball captain took up a mounted position at the back of the wagon, and began pouring the balls into the machine which fired out at about ninety miles an hour give or take five. One burg had his face collapsed in an unlucky turn of events.

Their invitation to the high school baseball team had not gone un-headed, but they had brought with them the chemistry club, and the robotics team, who had downgraded to potato guns for the moment.

The police rocked up a few moments later to create a blockade down the next street and coordinate so now humans got caught in the crossfire .

An unsupervised cheerleader, had made herself rather industrious  pulling up with a vest full of hair products, which people seemed skeptical about until she sprayed a burg right in the eyes, and turned another can into a flamethrower. A group of firemen showed up behind the police, blasting lines of Drev with high powered fire hose 

I took the burg longer than it should have to determine that being lumped into a group wasn’t the best idea and so broke off into smaller units managing to sneak in through the mele and into the neighborhood.

Their luck didn’t get much better.

One of them was nailed in the head by a dirty diaper dropped from an upper window.

Another found himself hounded by the cross country team, who were gleefully using mankind's god-given talent of distance running to run their prey into the ground, hunting like pack humans should before beating them to death with tire irons and crowbars.

Someone’s dad stood on his front porch armed with a fire extinguisher and his tool belt, while another mom had packed her kids neatly into their car seats and was roaming the streets with ACDC blaring through her open windows, mowing over any unsuspecting burg that happened to end up in the street while her teenage daughter offered free ammunition and snacks from the back window.

The UNSC showed up late to the party rolling into scene in jeeps with proper military equipment and drones

By this time the invasion force was dwindling, and only a single group had managed to make it through to their target.

A little house in the center of the suburbs unsuspecting in the warm overhead sun.

They crept forward a few of them moving around back while the others inched around front.

One slid up to the front door, reached out a hand and opened inward.

They were met by the barrel of a shotgun and a very angry blond woman, and her face twisted into a snarl, was the last thing he ever saw.

***

Adam was woken a second time by gunshots. Bolting upright in bed and nearly passing out from the vertigo. He blinked blearily past his fuzzy vision and out the door as his mother backed into the hallway. There was another loud blast and blue icor painted the wall before her.

She backed down the hallway, and he could hear the repeated pump of the shotgun as she backed down the hall.

The burg chasing after.

He tried getting to his feet, but ended up on the floor gripping the bedside table for support.

His mother’s hair flew wildly about her head

“YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY SUN.” Another mob of them was rounding the corner.. It looked like she was going to be over-run.

But a sudden swirl of blue overtook them, and Sunny charged into them dispatching at least four less than as many seconds. A whimper came from the corner, and he turned his head to find Jordan, wide-eyed standing in the corner blocking his son shakily holding a rifle in one hand.

Martha backed up until she was kneeling right before Adam blocking him with her body.

Sunny was backing down the hall now too as the Burg followed.

Jordan took a deep breath and peered around the doorframe, taking one or two shots as sunny flattened herself against the wall, before he ducked back into cover.

It wasn’t looking good.

Not at least until Jim, and David came bursting in one through the front and one through the back mowing down the remaining burg.

Adam found himself flat on his stomach pinned to the floor as his mother through herself over him blocking his body with hers despite how much smaller she was.

And then the gunfire stopped.

“Martha! Martha!”

“We’re ok Jim.”

“Jordan.”

“Right here.” The two of them ran into the room David scooping up Jordan and his son, while Jim ran to make sure his wife was ok.

Outside, boots clattered on the porch, and a group of UNSC soldiers burst into the house sweeping their guns over the blood painted walls. They stopped when they saw Adam sitting at the foot of his bed very much alive, 

“Delta to Alpha one the package is secure.”

Adam was thinking about asking his mother why no one had told him about the alien invasion.

But then he saw her cradling a shotgun covered in burg blood hair in a wild mess and decided that.

Maybe that was a topic for another time. 

[godess-ofthe-underworld]

Love Finds A Way

(sequel to “See You Again) (A Harry Hook x reader love story)

Part 5

The six waited for nightfall to sneak out of the dorms.  They snuck down to the limo shed and found the one that brought the vks from the Isle six months ago.  Their plan was simple; go there, get Mal, and come back in one piece.  Hadley prayed it would work but knowing the isle, it will throw them off somewhere.  

Hadley and Evie quickly pieced together “Isle-esque” clothing choices for Ben and Ruby.(I know the link is for Mal so just pretend).  Hadley had meticulously pinned and braided Ruby's hair up so it wouldn't cause any traveling issues on the isle if they had to make a quick get away.  Jay, Carlos, Evie and Hadley just had to raid their own closets to find outfits from the isle.  

They ran down the front steps of the castle.

“ Jay, keys, remote.” Ben said as he tossed Jay the items he was carrying.

“ Wait! Something wrong” Evie ran up to Ben.

The rest stared at Evie waiting for her to do something.

Evei reached up and pulled the beanie down farther over Ben's head.

“There. That's better.” Evie nodded.

“Shotgun!” A small voice yelled from the steps. 

Everyone's, except for Carlos, jaw dropped as they realized the voice came from Carlos's dog, Dude.

“No Dude, stay! The isle is way too dangerous.” Carlos reprimanded.

Dude groaned and sat down on the steps.

“ Did he just..” Jay started.

“ Talk? Yeah. I'll tell you later.” Carlos shook his head and the rest shrugged and got in the limo.

Jay and Carlos took the front seats and Evie, Hadley, Ben and Ruby took the back.

“Okay. Once we get there we park under the pier in the old garage. Got it?” Hadley stated

“ Got it.” 

It took 45 minutes to reach the old broken bridge that would lead them to the isle.  They crossed the golden magic bridge that appeared after Jay pressed the button.  Ruby sat by the window staring in awe of the golden swirls encircling the bridge as they passed.

When they parked in the old garage they draped the limo in sheets to disguise it.

Being back on the isle sent a chill down Hadley's spine.  If her father were to find our she was there, let's just say, all hell would break loose.

“It's really weird being back here” Evie said as Jay walked up to  the two of them.

He looked around “we'll get in and get out” he nodded.

The other two nodded as well.

Hadley hadn't noticed Ruby wasn't by her side until she saw her standing next to Ben at the large metal pipe that lead to the docks.

The vks froze as Being yelled “hey what's in here?” Into the pipe.  The sound echoed, making it louder than necessary.  They rushed over and pulled Ben and Ruby away.

“ You don't want to know.” Hadley said shaking her head.

“ Hey guys.” Carlos caught their attention. “ Keep it chill, all right?  The last thing we need is for our parents to find out were here” the other three nodded and they walked onward, Hadley tucked her hook under her shirt as she followed.

They walked through the Isle for a short while, going through alleyways and dark streets.  Multiple times they had to pull Ruby and Ben away from scammers and thieves looking for loot.  Jay and Carlos took been up front leading the girls through the maze of alleys.

As the rounded a corner two young children jumped out at Evie.  One began to fight with her as another came up behind her and grabbed her wallet out of her pocket.

Evie was able to grab both of their arms yelling at them to give it back.

She paused for a moment when she looked at the little kids faces; dirty and gaunt like they hadn't eaten in w eeks, scratches and bruises littered their small cheeks.  They looked at her with wide eyes and Evie's heart broke at the site. 

“ Go on take it.” Evie nodded releasing their arms.

The kids looked at her and giggled running off with the wallet. 

Evie stood up stairs and fixed her jacket before turning to catch up with the others.  

Jay, Hadley and Carlos had stopped when they heard Evie start yelling, they had yet to realize Ben and Ruby did not.  Evie sighed as she brushed past the others going after the two royals.

They caught up to them as they were being stared down by a man in pirate gear.

Jay rushed to their aid and made the guy back up into his corner.

Hadley and Evie pulled the two away from him, scolding them as they did.

“This isn't a parade it's the isle.” Evie said

“Keep your hands in your pocket unless your stealing.” Jay continued

“ You either slouch or strut.” Carlos added

“And never ever smile.” Evie finished

“Ok than-” Ben started but Hadley 

“No thank yous. And drop the please too.  Just… chill”

(Hadley)

Let me tell you something you can really trust Everybody's got a wicked side I know you think that you could never be like us Watch and learn so you can get it right

(all minus Ben and Ruby) You need to drag your feet You need to nod your head You need to lean back Slip through the cracks You need to not care

(Carlos) Uh, you need to not stare (Evie and Hadley)

You need a whole lot of help (You need to not be yourself)

(Evie) You wanna be cool? Let me show you how Need to break the rules I can show you how And once you catch this feeling Yeah, once you catch this feeling

(all)

You'll be chillin', chillin', oh Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (hey) Chillin' like a, chillin' like a (hey), villain

(Evie) You draw attention when you act like that Let us teach you how to disappear You look like you would lose a fight to an alley cat( Hadley turned into an alley cat and lunged at the two) You gotta be wrong to get it right 'round here

(all) You need to watch your back You need to creep around You need to slide real smooth Don't make a sound And if you want it, take it And if you can't take it, break it If you care about your health

(Evie) Seriously, you need to not be yourself

(Hadley) You wanna be cool? Let me show you how Need to break the rules I can show you how And once you catch this feeling Yeah, once you catch this feeling

(all)

You'll be chillin', chillin', oh Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a

(Ben and Ruby) I really wanna be bad a lot And I'm giving it my best shot But it's hard being what I'm not

(Carlos) Well if you don't, you're gonna get us caught

(Evie) He's right we gotta stay low-key Now show us how bad you can be

(Ben and Ruby) Like this? (yeah, yeah, yeah) Like this? (yeah, yeah) Oh yeah, I think I got this Let's go, I'm ready to rock this And I ain't gonna thank you for your help I think I found the worst in myself

(Evie and Hadley) You wanna be cool? Let me show you how You don't break the rules I can show you how And once you catch this feeling Yeah, once you catch this feeling You'll be chillin', chillin', oh

(All) Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain

Ben and Ruby continued to strut up the alley way as the other stood back and watched.

Things went downhill when Ben bumped into someone.  The others panicked and rushed to their sides.  Hadley stood behind a frozen ruby, as she stared at Gil, Harry's pirate best friend. 

“Hey,man! Hey I know you.” Gil smiled at Ben.

“Uh, no. Don't know you either,man.” Ben said nonchalantly.

“ Uh, yeah you do. Come on, man. Really? Dude I'll give you a hint. My dad is quick, slick, and his neck… is incredibly thick.” He pointed to his own neck.  When no one answered Gill looked behind them and spotted a poster for Cotillion, graffitied with the pirate motto 'we ride with the tide’, pinned to the wall. 

It suddenly clicked for Gil when he pointed at Ben, then to the poster and back at Ben.

His jaw dropped when he figured it out.

“Oh! You're King Ben!” The others rushed to get Ben out of there as quickly as possible but Hadley had trouble moving Ruby from her spot where she stood, still frozen and staring at Gil.  

“Evie, Jay carlos. Hey guys!” Gil said as they left.

He turned to the two that still stood in front of him and froze as well when her looked at Ruby. Hadley freaked out when she couldn't move her.

“ H-hi.” Gil stammered “I'm Gil”

“R- Ruby” Gil lifted his hand for her to shake and Hadley's breath hitched when they did.  She let out a small squeak and tried to push Ruby away again.

“ Hadley?” Gil questioned to the blue haired girl next to ruby

Hadley slowly looked towards Gil and grimaced.

“ Hi Gil.” She said quietly.

“Oh Harry is going to be so happy that you're here!” Gil shrieked jumping up and down.  Hadley went wide eyed and tried to  push Ruby away again, this time it working and Hadley drug Ruby from the alley.

When they caught up to the others, they were waiting around the bottom of the staircase that led up to their hideout, with Ben missing. 

Evie looked around when she heard Hadley and Ruby approach.

“Where were you two?” Evie whispered.

“Long story” Hadley glanced at Ruby who still has a far off look in her eyes.

Evie nodded.

“ Did Ben go up?”

“Yeah.”

Just as Evie responded, Ben can down the metal steps.  His expression screamed sadness and he hit the last step alone.

“ So? Where's Mal?” Hadley asked.

“ She's not coming back” he sighed.

“ What?” Evie gasped as Ben walked past her. 

“ Let me talk to her.” Evie said as she walked over to the large horn shaped phone strapped to a beam.  

“M? Mal it's Evie. Let me just talk to you for a second.”

It was a few moments before a shrieking voice belonging to Mal yelled at them to go away.

“ Let's give her a couple hours to cool off.” Jay suggested.

Evie nodded.

“Hey guys. Where's Ben and Ruby?” The others looked around frantically when Carlos said that calling for Ben in the process.

Their shoulders slumped when a figure walked towards them from the dark alley.

“ Ben don't scare us like that” Hadley breathed up with a hand over her heart.

“ Don't scare you? But that's my specialty.” A thick Scottish accent rang through the alleyway. 

Haldey gasped as she recognized the voice immediately, having thought about if for the last six months.

“Harry.” Evie sighed shaking her head.

“ What have you done with Ben and Ruby?” Jay stepped in front of Hadley.

“Oh, uh, we nicked them, mmm-hmm. Yeah and if you want to see them again have Mal and Hadley come to the chip shop tonight... alone.  Uma wants.. a little visit.  And I need to have a chat with the little goddess over there” Harry sneered pointing this hook in Hadley's direction. Jay stepped even colder to Hadley, who stared wide eyed at the silver hook that was nearly in her face, nearly blocking her from Harry's view.

“ Awww, jay,” Harry pouted “ it seems like you lost your touch” He laughed.

Jay lunged at him but Hadley grabbed his arm stopping him from getting any closer, which made Harry laugh.

Harry turned around, barked at Carlos, and walked back down the alley the way he came, whistling a tune as he went.

The others rushed up the stairs to get Mal as Hadley stood there, in the alleyway watching Harry disappear. 

“I'm sorry Harry.” Hadley whispered sadly as she went to climb the steps.

So much for their plan going smoothly.

Hey guys its Friday again and you know what that means!! Part 5 is up!!!  I hope you liked it, if you did please like and comment for part 6!! As always you can read the illustrated version over on my Wattpad (@phelpsphan)!if you would like to be added to the tag list please message me!!

Summary: You would think that six months in Auradon would do any villain kid good.  Well, not Hadley.  After the events of the Coronation, Hadley's mood took a downward spiral; and for one reason, guilt.  She'd broken a promise and left her best friend on the Isle of the Lost.  How will she handle seeing him again when certain circumstances bring her back to the Isle? Will she finally tell him what she really feels?  

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in Descendants.  Hadley and the plot between her and Harry are mine. 

Tag list: @unded-bride

[haziel-luz]

Own it..then Redeem it (2007!Leonardo x reader)

Chapter 3: Why me?

You get out of your shift for the evening and go straight to April’s place to visit the guys and Splinter. You really missed the lair, and the guys as well. Thing’s felt pretty distant but you try your best to visit them when you can. It’s not that you wanted to avoid them, you just couldn’t deal with all those painful memories between you and Leo. Every square inch of that place reminded you of him, it was his home. However, you also had to remind yourself that it became your home as well.

Walking up to the top floor of April and Casey’s new home, you smiled on how they finally decided to move in together. April talked about how their penthouse was beautiful and roomy for both of them, also in case the turtles decided to crash for the night.

You knock on the pristine door and April opens it with the third knock.

“(Y/n)! I’m so glad you came. Come on in.” April opened the door wide open with a happy smile.

You walked in their penthouse and started staring at everything.

“Things have been going well between you two huh.” You smile at April and hug her as a greeting.

“Thanks to me of course.” April looked smug and you chuckled.

We walked to the living room and you saw Casey on the couch with a newspaper. He looked up and grinned at you.

“Hey there, ready to face ‘fearless’?” Casey sits up and puts the newspaper down.

April pats his head with her wooden sword as a warning. “What? She can take him if she wants to.” Casey pouts and rubs his head. You chuckle and hug him as well.

“Let’s hope it won’t come to that.” You smile at them.

“So, I called Donnie and asked when they’ll be done with their patrol, he says at 11, so we can wait a little until then.”  April informs and turns on the music while the t.v is on.

“Wanna spar a little, it’s been a while. I mostly practice by myself tho.” You ask and put your backpack purse beside the couch.

“Sure, I’ve been wanting to ask you anyways.” April smiles and makes her stance.

“Just don’t whine when you tap out.” You make a stance and grin while she playfully rolls her eyes.

While you and April were sparing with each other, Casey entertained himself a bit by watching the ‘cat fight’. That's what he calls it everytime you and April spar together. He then just looked at the newspaper when he saw a picture of Raph in his Nightwatcher outfit and started reading the section.

During the spar, you and April heard a familiar news that came in this morning.

“Witnesses say there are holes in the floors, as if something or someone had just blasted straight down through them. Leaving authorities ‘scratching their heads’.” The anchor raises an eyebrow.

You and April immediately stop and turn to the t.v screen. You turn to each other and things somehow make it a little more clear.

“So this confirms that he’s back then.” April raises an eyebrow at the construction site.

“Looks like it, the four of them together are trouble but effective. So whatever happened that night gave them motive to strike into the scene. Something big.” You try to analyze the situation.

“We’ve got an image in from an amateur cameraman, and I do stress amateur.” The anchor says showing the image of what seems like a statue man.

“Whoa, April, wasn’t that the statue you delivered to Winters from Central America?” You asked and turned to her.

“I think so..Casey come look at this.” April called out to Casey. When you both turned around, and he was gone. You figured that he went out playing ‘trick or treat’ again. April went close to the window and sighed. “Be safe.”

“Don’t worry, he can take care of himself. That guy can give and take more hits than I give him credit for.” You state and she chuckles. You both sat back down at the couch and looked at the t.v. The news ended but we still had suspicions about it.

“There’s just no way that those statues can come to life just like that.” April frowned a bit, thinking.

“From everything that we all went through April, anything is possible. Maybe someone, somehow activated those statues. Actually, there were alot of statues that Winters had collected. Maybe he had them for a reason.” You leaned forward and put your palm under your chin.

“Why would Winters even want moving statues-? Wait, how do you know he had a collection of statues?” April turned to you confused.

“I may or may not have been to his place before…” You chuckle nervously.

“Did you-?” April eyes widen and you stop her immediately.

“No! Oh god no. When we first met, I was at his Gala, my boss only wanted me there to speak about his business since he trusts me more than his other employees. Winter and I talked about it and made some agreement. Later on, he wanted to show me something that he hasn’t shown anyone before. I saw a room that was filled with alot of ancient scrolls, weapons, and familiar statues. That's actually when he offered to get some coffee with me one day.” You explained to her and she nodded in understanding.

“Why did he show you that?” April asks.

“I’m not sure, he said that he saw something special in me. Maybe it’s his way of getting girls?” You were trying to be sure that’s what it was.

“I guess, but that doesn’t explain why he-” April was cut off by a grunt from outside the window.

You both got startled and quickly made a defensive stance, but then you guys relaxed when it was just Casey...and Raph. Seeing Raph limp made you both worried and panicked.

“What happened to Raph?!” You got closer and tried to help him by getting Raph’s other arm moving him inside the apartment.

“I don’t know! There was a monster he wanted to go after, then the foot showed up, and walking statues. They hit him with this.” Casey showed a syringe and gave it to April.

“I’ll call Donnie.” April went quick to the phone. You told Casey to get a bowl of water and a towel while you check for injuries. Your eyes widen when you see a weapon that resembles a ninja star. It was deep in his shell and it felt like stone. An ancient weapon.

“They’re coming on their way. How’s he doing?” April asked, gently touching his arm. Raph’s head was on your lap while you wiped away the sweat on his face and neck.

“He’s breathing more normally now, but still a little woozy. Whatever was in that syringe really knocked him out.” You responded, dipping the towel in water to dab. The three of you were worried about Raph.

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Your waiting was finally over once you heard a thud in front of the window. Mikey’s big smile showed and he opened the window to get inside, you smiled in relief. Two other thuds were joined which means that he’s back. Mickey stared at the whole apartment like you did before. Donnie came in after Mikey with an apologetic smile towards you. Leo then emerged into the window looking at all of us. You didn’t give a big smile like the rest of them.

“Leo! You came back.” April said happily.

“Leo!” Casey swings in his chair.

“Sorry the reunion isn’t under better circumstances.” Leo apologies and enters the apartment.

“Whoa-ho-ho! Nice pen kids.” Mikey smiles big at the apartment and then looks at Raph on my lap. “Oh, hey Raph.”

Donnie approached Raph and started checking on him.

“Well, his vital signs seem to be okay. Pupil dilation is normal.” He says.

“That’s not everything.” You say pointing to the back of Raph’s shell.

“Whoa!” Donnie turns Raph to see his shell.

“Whoa.” Mikey says in curiosity while Leo was concerned.

Donnie takes the weapon out and inspects it.

“Some sort of stone, probably obsidian I think.” Donnie analyzes and Leo walks up to Raph.

“Well is he gonna be alright?” Leo asks worriedly, he touches his brother's shoulder.

“Ugh, you're still here? Go back to the jungle.” Raph says with a little slur, shoves his hand away and lays back on your lap.

“Well, at least his personality is still intact.” Leo raises an eyebrow and shrugs.

“(Y/n)! I missed you.” Mikey hugged you tightly but made sure not to disturb Raph.

“I missed you too buddy.” You smiled and hugged him with one arm. You couldn’t bring yourself to talk to Leo or even make eye contact with him.

While April was explaining the story of ‘The Legend of Yaotl’, Raph sat up and you guided him to the kitchen to bandage his arm. He gave you a grumble ‘thanks’ and drank some water to freshen up. You smiled and you both walked back out to the living room.

“Well if you ask me guys, this has Winter's name written all over it.” Donnie told everyone and you were a little shocked about his answer.

“How did you figure that Donnie?” Leo asked, while Casey and Mikey agreed.

“Because, this has Winter’s name written all over it.” Donnie answers with a grin.

“Can I see that?” You asked and Donnie gave it to you, it really was true. What could Winters possibly gain from forming a relationship with me?

“Your rich boyfriend has goons now (Y/n)? Didn’t see that coming. Now I know who to thank for the shot in the arm. So where do we find this guy and his stone jokers?” Raph says sitting down while holding his arm. You glare a little at him for the information he gave out to everyone.

“Boyfriend?” Donnie,Mikey, and Casey turned to you with a shocked face.

“It’s not like that. I’ll explain later.” You rubbed your temple. Leo seemed a little hurt but crossed his arms and ignored the information for now.

“We’re not going anywhere until we get Splinter’s blessing.” Leo firmly says and frowns at Raph.

“Did you get his blessing for extra days on your ‘vacation’?” Raph glares at him.

“That’s different.” Leo glares back at his hot headed brother.

“Different how? Oh I get it! It was a perfect excuse to ghost (Y/n).” Raph snaps at the leader.

“Raph!” You exclaimed, surprised by his sudden choice of words.

“What? You think I’m gonna let him stand there and quote a rule book to me that he ain’t following for a year!” Raph stands up abruptly and points at Leo while glaring at him.

“Look Raph, if you got something you wanna get out of your shell. Now’s the time! What you're not gonna do is include (Y/n) into this. And I’m not gonna stand here and debate Splinter’s direct orders with you!” Leo pointed at Raph with a hard glare. Raph clenches his jaw.

“Fine then, I quit.” Raph gives up and exits out the window, but not without Casey’s words before he left. You wanted to talk to Raph, even though he threw you out there like that.

“If you don’t mind April, I’d like to take these to the lab for some tests. We should start figuring out these pieces.” Donnie stands and walks towards April.

“Sure Donnie, I’ll come by with Casey tomorrow evening.” April smiles and nods. You can’t focus on the situation when Raph stormed out.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later, I’ll come by tomorrow evening since it’s my day off. Don’t overwork yourself Donnie.” You waved at them and headed out of the window in search of Raph.

Leo wanted to stop you but he stopped himself. How can he even begin to start a conversation with you, you couldn’t even look at him in the eye. Maybe now isn’t the right time.

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You went on the search for Raph, only to find him in his Nightwatcher outfit. He took his anger out on some crooks and went back up to the roof. When he saw you, he groaned and took his helmet off.

“What is it now (Y/n), I don’t wanna get into an argument with you so do us both a favor and let me be.” Raph turned around and grabbed his duffle bag.

“Raph I didn’t want to argue with you at all. I just wanted to see how you were doing.” You approached him and sat on the ledge of the roof.

“Yea right, after what I said I wouldn’t be surprised if you're upset with me.” Raph scoffs and retouches his weapons.

“Honestly? A little, but I wouldn’t have said it any better if I were to tell him off.” You looked at him with a smile.

“Well at some point he’s gonna get the courage to talk to you, so you might want to figure things out soon.” Raph puts the helmet back on and looks over the city.

“Figure what out?” You asked, wondering what he’s referring to.

“I’m talking about things between you, Leo, and Winters. You're either team Winters or team Leo.” Raph points out as if it was obvious.

“You didn’t just say that.” You cringed at his reference.

“What? Not a fan of Twilight anymore?” Raph grins under his helmet while looking at you.

“That was a phase! I was 15!” You blushed and slapped his arm, making him laugh.

“That phase is worth it now. I’m gonna shove it in your nose whenever I get the chance. It’s your fault Mikey got into it.” Raph smirks and picks up his duffle bag.

“A-At least he was able to read actual novels for once instead of comic books!” You defended yourself the best you could. Raph stops for a moment and tries to say something but couldn’t.

“You're right, you turned our little brother into a zombie. He wouldn’t put down the book for video games until he finished it. It was the weirdest 2 months I’ve ever experienced, and he’s damn weird. Donnie was this close into analyzing his brain.” Raph looked at you and shivered at Mikey’s behavior.

“It wasn’t that bad...right?” You were unsure on how good or bad you affected Mikey.

“It was a horrible experience but at least his phase is over.” Raph shakes his head.

“Anyways, need a ride home? I’m pretty much done for tonight.” Raph takes off his gear and shoves it in the duffle bag.

“Sure, I wouldn’t want to wake up late.” You stood up and followed him.

“I thought you didn’t have work tomorrow.” Raph raises an eyebrow at you.

“Winters texted me again, he offered me a job, better than my recent one. If he’s actually the bad guy then this would be my chance in becoming an undercover spy, right?” You explained to Raph and he crossed his arms disapprovingly.

“What?..” Your frown, you thought it was a good idea.

“You shouldn't be too trusting with that guy. Have you even talked to the rest about it yet?” Raph asks and you scratch your neck.

“No, but I can tell them tomorrow.” You sighed a bit.

“Ya better, cause if anything happens to you, we won’t sit still.” Raph starts the motorcycle and sits on it, you sit behind him and securely wrap your arms around him.

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You woke up and did your morning routine with some music. Today is when you investigate Winters. You just couldn’t wrap your head around Winters being the bad guy. He seemed too genuine with you and you felt it. Which was strange, because Karai was always bad news to you no matter how she has benefited us at times. There has to be something that Winters is doing.

You walk out of your apartment and keep thinking about Winter’s motives.

‘He brought the curse upon himself. Maybe he wanted to break the curse? Being immortal isn’t all rainbows and sunshine. Living more years than others could bring regret and sorrow. Not being able to have a normal life is something everyone wants. I feel bad for him. I mean, if he wanted to take over the world, he could’ve done it years ago.’

Your thoughts were interrupted when a limo came up and the driver opened the door for you. “Right this way ma’am.” The driver smiled at you and you got in.

“Thank you.” You smiled and looked inside the limo. ‘He’s too rich.’

Once you arrived at Winter’s Corp., you took a long look at the building and the tiny peach hairs at the back of your neck stood up. Something about this place is definitely weird. You quickly touched the back of your neck and rubbed the uneasiness away.

You walked inside the building and stared in awe at how huge it was inside. Everyone was just doing their business. Some looked dressed professionally, others were casual, and the rest seem to work here. There was a big symbol in the middle of the marble floor, one would assume it was a logo or decoration, but those are the same symbols on the ancient weapon that was embedded in Raph’s shell. ‘It can’t be a coincidence.’

Continuing the walk to Winter’s office, you saw a woman who you assumed to be his assistant. The woman was typing away on her computer, with a concentration expression. ‘She’s very gorgeous for an assistant.’

“Uh, excuse me? Do you happen to know if Winter’s is in his office? I need to talk to him about his offer.” You politely asked the woman. She looked up at you and pushed up her glasses.

“Do you have an appointment meeting with him?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. She inspected your appearance and tensed up a bit.

“Not really, but he said I can drop by when I have my answer.” You responded.

“I’m sorry, if you don’t have an appointment then I can’t help you. Mr.Winters isn’t in his office right now. He’s a busy man.” She frowned and gave you a scolding glare.

“Fine. Mind telling him that (Y/n) (L/n) came by?” You bit your tongue and tried not to start an argument.

“Only if he has the time.” The ‘lady’ turned to her computer and typed away as if she never noticed you. You were about to say something to her until the telephone audio turned on beside her.

“Ms. Lane, be a dear and show (Y/n) her way in.” Winter's voice suddenly came through the audio.

The woman, Ms. Lane was surprised at his sudden voice and jumped a bit from her seat. She pushed the button on the machine.

“But Mr. Winters, she doesn’t-” She was gonna oppose but he cut her off.

“Now Ms.Lane, do we need a discussion on how to treat our clients? I thought you were better than that.” Winters tsked and scolded her for her behavior.

She lowered her head a bit and nodded. “Yes Mr.Winters, she’s on her way.” She stood from her desk and picked up her journal.

“Follow me, Ms.(Y/n).” She clenched her jaw and led you the way to Winters. You couldn’t help but smirk the entire time.

“Gladly.” You responded and followed her.

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“That’s weird…” April said, watching her walk away with the assistant.

“Is that (Y/n)?” Casey asked, rubbing his head.

“Yea, but I wonder what she’s up to now.” April frowned a bit and tried to think.

“Whatever it is I think we should wait up and see if she’s okay. The last thing we need is another weapon on someone else's back.” Casey glared at the door to Winters office.

“You’re right..” April smiles to herself at how caring and protective Casey can be.

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“Mr. Winters? Ms. (Y/n) is here.” Ms. Lane looks confused as to where her boss should be. She looks around and frowns.

“Mr. Winters?” She speaks up louder. You also look around the huge office.

“Over here. I’m sorry for the sudden disappearance, I was currently out of the shower.” Winters was on the second floor in his office. What surprised you and the assistant was that he was in his sweatpants and shirtless with a towel around his neck. You both blushed at his sudden appearance and you tried not to stare so much while the other one welcomed the sight completely.

‘Why the hell do these things happen to me…’

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One shot: Three is the magic number.

Osamu x fem!reader

a/n: idk if this makes sense but suddenly this came out?? hopefully it doesn’t seem as bad

warnings: cursing, angst, mentions of someone dying, but it’s a happy ending at the end so...

summary: is Osamu a lucky man? while he couldn’t end up with [l/n] [y/n] for the first two lives, maybe things would be better for his third life. afterall, three is the magic number, right?

ONE

Osamu never knew he could be so lucky.

To be able to marry the love of his life, [l/n] [y/n]. Their families have always been close. One day, their parents have decided that uniting the two prestigious families, Miya and [l/n], would be a good idea. Hence the arranged marriage between their two youngest children— Miya Osamu and [l/n] [y/n].

This wedding felt like a dream. He was so happy that he could finally stop hiding his blush whenever he saw her. To be able to stand next to her, not as her friend, but as her husband.

When he took a sip of sake with [y/n], love in his eyes, he was already looking forward to spending the rest of his life with her. He knew, this moment where they both made eye contact shyly over the rim of the cup, will be etched in his mind forever.

One moment. He didn’t know what happened. He only knew he blinked his eyes, at the same time admiring [y/n]’s flutter of eyelashes, when the bright orange flames licked her and everywhere.

“F-Fire! Put it out!” His twin’s panicked voice reached him. His hands let go of the wooden cup as he raced to save his beloved.

Orange. It was all he could see. Where is everyone? Why can’t he see anyone? Where is his wife?

He could only feel intense heat burning around him as he reached out in the direction of his love. Relief flowed in his veins as he felt one hand clutching his.

“[y/n]-sama? Is that you?” Osamu cried. Moving closer, he realised it was not her, but his twin. “We gotta go! `Samu, hurry!” Atsumu tugged on his hand. “B-But [y/n]-sama?” “Save yer life first! We can talk about her later!” Choking on the smoke burning on the wood of the shrine, he was dragged through the flames unwillingly, his hoarse voice calling for her.

It was only later when he was away from the site he looked hard for [y/n]. No, no, where is she! Fear fuelling his heavy legs, he ran back towards the flaming shrine, only to see a glimpse of [y/n] in it.

She didn’t make it.

“NO!” Osamu screamed and was about to take another step when he felt his twin pulling him back. “Yer not going back! I will not let ya die!”

I love you.

That was all Osamu could see on her face as she slowly disappeared from sight.

No, no…

“They’ve tried. They told us that there’s no way they can go back and save [y/n]-sama too. The fire was too big then. `Samu, I-I’m sorry for yer lost…”

Osamu never knew he could be so unlucky.

TWO

Osamu never knew he could be so lucky.

What are the odds that his best friend, [l/n] [y/n] would kiss her? None. Unless she’s in love with him too.

Osamu tried to quieten the pounding of his heart as he looked at the now-knocked-out girl. Earlier during the evening, as both their parents are out for a business trip, his brother, Atsumu, has decided to invite their friend over for dinner. As well as to raid the expensive cabinet of liquor at home.

Looking at his twin lying on the couch, dead to the world, he decided to just leave him there and carried [y/n] into his bedroom. Technically, he shares his bedroom with `Tsumu, but now it’s just HIS room.

I want to sleep on my bed too… I’ll just put her on `Tsumu’s bed. For a while.

Next morning, he woke up to two people talking. With his eyes shut, he decided to eavesdrop a little.

“[y/n]! So you’re here after all!”

“`Tsumu? Oh my god I actually slept on your bed I’msorryI’msorry—”

“Why are yer sorry? I like it.”

“Huh?”

“I mean it. I like seeing ya on my bed. I’ve been wanting to tell ya this for a while. I think I like you, [y/n].”

“Damn, luckily I’m not the only one. Dummy, I love ya too.”

What’s going on..?

“I thought you liked `Samu…?”

“What? I know both of ya look the same, but I like you. Not `Samu. Well… Unless you don’t like me…”

“No! I like yer too! A lot!”

Osamu was glad he chose to face the wall instead of `Tsumu’s bed. Because he could not stop tears from leaking out of his eyes.

Osamu never knew he could be so unlucky.

THREE

Osamu wasn’t sure if he was lucky or not.

Having a twin that has an identical face as him, seemed to bring more trouble than he wants.

Firstly, it did not help that his twin, Atsumu, was known for his bad boy reputation in school. This made teachers mistake him as his brother. Hence, he was often scolded and targetted by many of them.

<Well, while Atsumu was the residential bad boy, Osamu was the shyer, quieter twin that has way better grades and conduct. Pity people can’t seem to differentiate both of them, despite the very obvious difference in hair colour. He thought that if he could convince `Tsumu to bleach his hair piss-yellow, things might change. Apparently not.>

Secondly, of course his brother’s girls kept finding him. He’s tired of telling people repeatedly that No, I didn’t sleep with you last night. No, I’m not Miya Atsumu, but his twin Miya Osamu. No, I’m not interested in that. Yes, I like staying normal. If only people can just leave him alone! Or maybe stop identifying him as his brother.

While he loves his brother a lot, this is starting to become annoying and bothersome.

So his response to the girl was “No, I’m not Miya Atsumu. Please go away.” when she came to him and proclaimed her love for him. “I know?” She replied in confusion, head tilted to one side.

“Yep. You must’ve gotten the wrong Miya twin. That’s right. Good bye.” Placing his books neatly into his bag, he quickly grabbed it and left the library. Sheesh, can’t he get a little break from all the annoying girls? He just wants to study and get a nice grade for the test tomorrow!

“I mean, I know. That you’re Miya Osamu, not Miya Atsumu. Both of you have different hair colours. I have eyes that are working fine, okay?”

Osamu was surprised. Okay, someone finally identifying the right guy. “Uh, so what did you say earlier?”

She huffed in annoyance. “That my name is [l/n] [y/n] and I LIKE YOU. I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU.” Osamu wasn’t sure how to reply to her confession. Not like he had much experience with this kind of thing. “Uh… Okay? What do I say next?”

“...”

Osamu nervously pushed up his glasses that are beginning to slip down his nose. “I-I mean...”

“Let’s be friends?” [y/n] finally spoke. Osamu couldn’t help but shiver a little. When did her voice sound so good? “O-Okay.” Osamu nodded and then exchanged numbers with her. Maybe she'll be my study partner. It’s kind of lonely to study alone.

•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•

“And that’s it.” Osamu said. “What? Are ya serious? Lame!” His twin, Atsumu cried. “Ya need to bring her to a date. Ya can’t meet up just to study!”

“But all I do is study…” Osamu muttered. “What am I supposed to do…?”

“Easy! The movies!” “`Tsumu the last time I went to watch a movie I slept through it as I finished the popcorn.”

Atsumu was stuck. He wasn’t sure what to tell his brother. What he usually does can’t really be applied to Osamu. “Do ya like her though? Are there any feelings? Any spark?” “Are ya stupid? This ain’t some fairytale.” “Don’t ignore my question! Hey why are you hitting me with your pillow? Wait yer blushing—”

•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•

Osamu had decided to meet up with [y/n] again. This time, he decided to listen to his twin’s suggestion. Watch a movie. Yes. A movie.

Breathe in, breathe out. You will not sleep during the movie. Eat your popcorn slowly. Or drink water. Yes. You’ve brought two litres of water for this.

“I’m here!”

Osamu unconsciously smiled as he looked at his phone. Wait, why is he smiling at your text?

Looking around, he spotted [y/n] and took a moment to admire her. In a pink sweater and jeans, she’d never looked so good to him. Is it her fashion? Maybe that’s why she looks so good now.

He was about to wave and call her name when he saw a flash of piss-yellow colour. His brother, the more popular twin, Atsumu walked towards her and slung an arm around her shoulders. “What’s a pretty girl like ya doing here without a date? Your name’s [y/n], right?”

<how does he know her? scratch that— for his pea-sized brain, how does he remember almost every girl’s name?>

Osamu wanted to turn around and walk back to the campus. Maybe he should just text her and tell her he’s not feeling well…

“Sorry, Atsumu-san, can you remove your arm? I feel quite uncomfortable like that.” [y/n] boldly pushed his arm away before continuing, “well, I’m meeting Osamu-san. Do you know where is he? He hasn't replied to my text yet.”

“Are ya serious? He actually agreed to this? He hates—” “Hiya [y/n]-san.” Osamu decided to intervene before Atsumu could continue. “`Samu! It’s her? Oh my gosh FINALLY.” “Huh?” Both Osamu and [y/n] stared at Atsumu in confusion. “Nothing!”

“Oh! [y/n]-san do you want to go on a date with me? `Cause I’ve never seen anyone so pretty~” Atsumu suddenly asked. Osamu had never wanted to hit Atsumu so much. That jerk even winked at her cheekily and had flipped on what Osamu mentally called the flirting switch.

“Uh Atsumu-san…”

Osamu was panicking inside. Maybe [y/n] had given up on him and not liked him anymore. No! He was planning to—

“No thanks but she’s with me because I like her too just like how she likes me so now scram before I punch you you knew she’s the one I liked how can you `Tsumu I’m even willing to watch a movie like a movie and not study—”

“Woah! Woah. I didn’t know ya could speak so much `Samu! I was just joking ya know…”

“So you like me too?” [y/n] tugged on his sleeve and asked. “I-I…” Osamu couldn’t stop the flush on his face. Oh my god why did I choose this time to confess this is not what I’ve planned…

“Well, I’ve got to say, unlike you, I do not like her that way. So hurry up and say yes you idiot!” Atsumu whined and stomped his feet impatiently. “Yeah… I like you too [y/n].” Osamu replied and then tugged her into his arms. “So, uh, what movie are we— I mean just ME and [Y/N]— watching again?”

“Okay, I got the hint. I’m leaving y’all now! Have a good date~” Atsumu rolled his eyes and then screeched “`Samu REMEMBER TO KISS HER AFTERWARDS OKAY”

“SHUT UP YOU PISS HEAD” Osamu shouted.

Well, one is sure: at the end of the movie, Osamu had a girlfriend— [y/n].

Hmm… Well, Osamu can consider himself a lucky man, I guess.

THE END

“Aww… At least the guy got to be with the girl! Like in his third life,” Komori Motoya sighed and then gasped. “Wait! Miya-san! Look! He looks a bit like you!”

“HUH?” Miya Atsumu, one of the setters invited to the All-Japan Youth Camp, screeched. “From what you’ve just said, are you cursing me?”

“No! I’m just stating a comment. The image the author attached at the end of the story features the guy and girl in the story. Apparently she drew this up and said that she imagined them looking like that.”

“Hmm… It looks a little like Miya-san but not really. The hair colour isn’t piss-coloured…” Kageyama muttered.

Unfortunately, Atsumu heard that. “Oi! Tobio-kun, you’ll hurt my feelings like that! My hair colour is the definition of cool and beautiful. It’s not that bad!” Coming closer to peer over Komori’s shoulder, he squinted at the phone screen. “You’re right… He does look like me… But since it’s such a sad story, I’m going to say it’s `Samu! Not me!”

“Who?” Komori asked.

“`Samu. The obviously not-so-cool twin. Here’s a picture.”

“You sure he’s not as cool? To be honest, his hair colour is nicer than yours…” Kageyama frowned.

“Tobio-kun! Not you too!”

“See? That’s why I rather talk to the other Miya and not you, Miya.” Sakusa Kiyoomi’s voice could be heard as clear as day, even though he was standing ten metres away from everyone.

“Hey! Not you too Omi-kun!”

“And I’ve said not to call me that, Miya.”

a/n: in case y’all are still confused: the story about Osamu is actually a story Komori read online. thank you for reading this !! likes and reblogs are appreciated :)