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bensonsbobblehead · 2 years ago

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What Angels Fear

Category: ANGST

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader

The aftermath of Aaron being shot by Foyet from his daughters pov.

Content warnings: PTSD, shootings, hospitals, sadness, fear, guns, dad Aaron. Reader is seventeen and jack and haley do not exist

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Seeing him this way destroyed you completely. It was understandable, he was shot while you slept in the other room. As to why Foyet decided not to touch you was loss on everyone.

You knew about how hard his job was and the challenges he faced. Being unit chief was a hard job but your dad handled everything that life had thrown at him.

He fought hard not to bring his cases home to you. Always keeping the house as serial-killer free as possible. The house was always filled with laughs and movie nights. All you both had was each other.

The older you got the more you realized it was hard for him. He’d come in your room after certain cases and just hold you. It was one particular case where he didn’t want you to leave his side.

Having to spend two entire nights in an FBI building wasn’t ideal but you got to skip school so it was a win.

Aaron was your hero and you hated to see him this way. You were affected by the shooting also, waking up to just a pile of blood on the floor without your dad.

Calling his phone just to hear it ringing in the other room, it was nerve racking to say the least. Your Aunt Emily had to search the house for you. She found you in the closet soaked in sweat and tears.

When they told you he was in the hospital, you didn’t leave his side for a second. By the time he got home things had started to get better. Of course he jumped right back into work but it was expected.

Everything was fine until two nights ago. It had been late and he was on a case. When you weren’t babysitting for JJ or with friends you were home alone.

Your dad hated leaving you there after Foyet but he had cameras out and inside the apartment. It made you and him feel safer knowing that Gracia was constantly checking up on you.

It was around 11 at night when you finally finished binging the latest teen drama you could find. Putting in your headphones, you headed toward the kitchen for a snack. Starting a song and opening your door you walked down the dark hallway.

Seeing that the faint light above the sink was on you knew your dad was home now. What you didn’t know was that your dad did not hear you come down the hall. Well, he heard you, he just didn’t know it was you.

Before you could make it to the kitchen your dad was already standing there with his gun drawn.

Pointed directly at you.

“Daddy?” You said softly headphone now out of your ears with your phone close to your chest looking for some comfort.

He stood there still as a statue with the scariest look you’ve ever seen on his face. The barrel of his gun still aimed at you.

“Dad? It’s me! Y/n!” you yelled attempting to get him to stop.

“It’s your daughter, daddy please stop!” You yelled at him through your tears but he wouldn’t budge. You had never felt real fear until now. Your dad was going to kill you.

You walked back slowly with sobs, as he began to snap out of it. Aaron look down at his hands and then back up at you. Your face crushed him completely, he scared you.

“Y/N I’m ——” He said walking toward you slowly causing you to run into your room and lock the door.

He softly knocked and tried to open the door, “Y/n im so sorry honey, I don’t — I don’t know why please sweets, I’m sorry.” You could hear that he was crying and how hurt he was. You couldn’t do it though because truthfully you were scared.

How could he? Your dad had his gun pointed at you. A gun you know he’s pointed at some of the worst people to exist.

The emotions you were feeling was all over the place. Terror which made you angry, which then turned to sadness.

He’s probably so mad at himself. You know he didn’t mean it. Your dad was your hero he would never point a gun at you, that’s not who he is.

That’s the thing, that wasn’t who he was. He was a man that was shot by a psychopath in his own home. Not to mention said man was still out there somewhere.

You still couldn’t face your dad right now, usually you were good at these type of things. Well your dad was, he was always there to help you with everything.

Mean girls, failing test, period cramps he was there by your side to comfort you. But this time you only had one person you could think of.

Uncle Spence

He knew everything and was there for you whenever you needed a friend. Most of the time he was the one you talked to when you need raw advice.

He was the youngest on the team so he could kind of understand you better.

You dialed him fast and just told him to come over. You just needed someone to help you because it was like you couldn’t breathe.

It had been a moment until you heard a knock on your door again. You jumped and your heart was pounding all over again.

“Y/N, it’s Spencer” the voice was soft and your body calmed down. You unlocked the door opening it to your dad sitting on the floor.

Distraught wasn’t the word. Broken. You swallowed it down and quickly closed the door. Spencer sat on your desk chair as you sat on the bed. By the look on his face you knew your dad already told him what happened.

“He told me what happened” he said softly,

“I’ve never seen him like that Uncle Spence.”

“I know.” He reassured you,

“He was just gone and it was like nothing there. Just black and it scared me.” You were now full blown crying.

“I know, it’s just harder for him dealing with George Foyet. He came into your home and almost murdered your father with you 75 feet away.”

You nodded knowing how scared your dad was in that moment, not knowing if you were alright. He continued,

“I know it’s no excuse but he has ptsd from it but we both know he’ll never admit. I think he’s more upset that he hurt you.”

Tears grew in your eyes again thinking about your dad and how he felt.

“I have to see him” you quickly got up heading to the door with Spencer behind. You opened to see your dad standing outside the door. He still couldn’t leave you without knowing if you were okay.

“Daddy” swinging the door open and running into his arms, he held you tighter than ever. You both were crying

“I’m so so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He explained, “I don’t know what’s gotten into me,”

You were still hugging him buried into his chest “I’m fine dad I know you didn’t mean it” pulling back to make eye contact with him.

Once Spencer left you and your dad sat on the couch snuggled into each other. It was still a tense feeling with you both but it didn’t matter. You loved your dad and you knew, from your Uncle Spence, what trauma can do to a person.

“If you don’t feel safe here I can arrange for you to stay with Spencer or Jennifer, I don’t want to .. hurt you.”

His voice was the smallest you’ve ever heard it, and it broke you a little. The strongest man you know at his weakest.

“Dad”

“Y/n I almost shot you. I pointed my gun at my baby girl.”

He looked over at with tears falling from his eyes same as you.

“I know dad but you would never hurt me. See I’m fine” showing him that you were perfectly fine cause truthfully you were.

“I know you went through the unimaginable and I want to stay here with you cause you’re my hero.” Smiling up at him as you continued,

“You’re just having a hard time right now and I can’t blame you for that. That’s what you always taught me that people aren’t their bad days. I love you dad. Always.”

Laying back on his shoulder choosing to leave the conversation at that. Hard days, weeks, and months always happened and today was his.

“I love you too sweets, always” he said wiping his tears and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. Better days were coming for the both of you.

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erebuscanread · 2 years ago

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Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd HC’s

This piece is SFW but this blog is 18+ so MINORS DNI.

Hello! This is Erebus, The Lizard who runs this ship. Below is my captive hoomans very hard work. They have not written for Top Gun or Top Gun: Maverick before. They do not claim to own any of the characters mentioned below. You may not copy, translate, or share their work to any site. Reblogs and comments are encouraged. If you have any hc’s or Top Gun requests please send them through the ask button.

Pairing(s): Robert “Bob” Floyd/AFAB! Reader

Warnings: None

Bob goes weak in the knees when you call him Bobbie or Robbie. To him it feels like your own special call sign. In return Bob loves to call you cute pet names (if you like that). I think he’d call you sweet pea, baby girl/boy, angel, honey and personally he’d call me little bug for reasons.

We know that this man is a stealthy mother-fer and because he’s so observant he typically hands you what you need without even being asked. You went into the kitchen to grab a snack and he’s already rounding the corner with your favorite one. When he’s deployed he tells you he has little things hidden around the house for you to find to help make him being gone easier. It’s a cute scavenger hunt. Your favorite lipstick you were running out of in your underwear drawer, your favorite snack in the junk drawer, and bath bombs hidden in the mountain of toilet paper you have.

He also tries to collect little trinkets for you when he’s deployed. A stein magnet from Germany, a postcard from the pacific, ect. He wants you to know that you’re always on his mind and he misses you as much as you miss him.

Speaking of stealthy, Bob is also a meticulous planner so you know any party/celebration/holiday is going to be amazing from beginning to end.

For your birthday he planned a whole spa day just for you and him and then for dinner he surprised you with a small gathering at the Hard Deck,

When he’s not there for your birthday he tries to plan for that and hides a care package in the closet for you to open with him on video chat. He’d also have the Top Gun group (whoever wasn’t deployed) take you out for a fun activity and meal.

Bob Floyd is a tactile octopus. He’s subtle with his affection. Pinkies linked while watching the gang play pool at the Hard Deck. Subtle neck kisses when he leans in to hear you better in the bar. A shoulder squeeze as he heads to the bar to get another round of drinks. He wants to engrain you into his very skin so he can carry you with him wherever he goes.

Alone in the comfort of your own home, Bob holds you constantly. He has you sit in his lap and lays his head on your chest at night. He just wants to soak you in. He’s so thankful for your love and kindness. He doesn’t want to take a moment for granted.

Bob is quiet but he’s also very silly. When you spend the evenings at the Hard Deck you can bet when you lock eyes with him he’s either pulling a silly face at you or winking.

He’ll share his peanuts with you because you’re the coolest of the bunch. You take turns throwing peanuts at Rooster’s head while he sings badly in the bar.

Thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to reach out to the hooman regarding your thoughts, it’ll give them their daily enrichment.

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boldlyvoid · 4 years ago

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the guy at the rock show

she/they reader x Spencer Reid

request for @boba-king-iroh ♥︎

summary: Y/N lost their parents when they were 17, finding a new home and solace in Penelope Garcia and taking the Garcia name. They're the top forensic specialist in D.C, in a band and they drive a motorcycle... not to mention they are madly in love with the cute doctor who works with their sister.

warnings: fluff, mutual pining, getting together, love confessions, friends to lovers, idiots in love, PDA, secret relationships

word count: 5666

a/n: there will be a smutty part 2 eventually because I can't not do that

THE PLAYLIST THAT GOES WITH THEIR SETLIST IF YOU WANT TO LISTEN WHILE YOU READ

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Taking Garcia’s last name wasn’t something they had to think hard about, Penelope basically raised them; she was like a sister, a best friend and a mother, even a bit of a fairy godmother to Y/N.

They met when Y/N was 17, they were sitting at a support group for dead parents in D.C. Right beside the lovely, overly cheerful, always helpful, Penelope Garcia. At first, Y/N couldn’t stand her, wondering how a person like that could be running a group for mourning people, it made her sick.

It wasn’t until she heard Penelope’s story for the first time, knowing how similar it sounded to her own and how, actually, you can take your grief and turn it into something beautiful. After the meeting, they pulled Penelope aside and gave her a big hug and a thank you.

It was the start of a lovely friendship, one Y/N didn’t know they needed until they were smothered in all the love you could possibly imagine.

The age gap between them wasn’t too big, Penelope was 10 years older than them which meant she was always one step ahead of Y/N and full of advice. Be it fashion, boys, girls and everything in between. They bonded in a way that was unbreakable, they were each other's family.

Penelope even helped her get into med school before she eventually switched to forensic science. Taking on the FBI academy, unlike Penelope, and joining the bureau officially. Penelope was there for her every single step of the way, making her career possible. She loved her dearly and wanted Y/N to succeed more than anyone in the world.

Getting to introduce herself to people as Agent Y/N Garcia, not to be confused with technical analyst Garcia, was one of the best feelings in the world.

Not many people ever mistook them, however, for whatever Penelope was, Y/N was the exact opposite.

Y/N preferred all black everything, she didn’t enjoy partying or close contact or the in-your-face-ness of Penelope’s way of life, she loved her band and motorcycle and being alone. They were quote-unquote edgy, not just for effect, but because it was how they felt the most comfortable, it was who they were and they liked it that way.

They were possibly the best Forensic Specialist the FBI had, keeping her in DC for all the most important cases. Helping her avoid Penelope and the BAU team as much as possible. They were great people, she didn’t hate them at all, it was just a lot of energy that they didn’t have to give to 7 other people all day long.

Spencer was the only one she could tolerate. Rather, he was the one she wanted to spend the most time with, even more than Penelope. He understood Y/N in a way others didn’t.

He was also quiet, like them, he didn’t pick on them or call them mini Garcia, baby-baby girl, or infant as some of them started to call her more recently.

He called them Y/N, he talked to them about star trek whenever he was visiting Penny, and he respected their pronouns. Using both she and they interchangeably, when he spoke of them, unlike most people who only used she and her because it made more sense in their small brains.

However, she wasn’t the only one who got teased. Spencer did as well, almost more because he was around the BAU team constantly. She hated hearing them bully him, he didn’t even count it as bullying but it’s basically what it was sometimes.

They put him down, they didn’t clue him in on things, they called out his stims and didn’t let him finish his sentences, especially when it had to do with his hyper-fixations. He was the brightest light in the room and they just picked his brain till he wasn’t useful anymore, before trying to turn out the light. It made Y/N furious.

They got called Mr and misses genius when they were on a scene together, remembering the first time she ever had a case with the BAU which was also the first time she snapped at someone for being mean to Spencer.

Someone asked Spencer a serious question, to which he did his fucking job and answered. Giving as much detail as humanly possible, being the absolute genius he is and should be praised for, only to have Emily poke him in the cheek and say; “wow, he’s so life-like?”

“Well yeah, cause he’s a fucking human who deserves respect from the people who use his brain all day,” Y/N cursed under their breath from the crime scene, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Leaving the sweetest man on earth to find them later and give them a hug. Thanking them for all that they do, and appreciating what he has to offer. That’s when she realized she liked him, more than just the guy who sometimes sleeps on her couch because he’s friends with her sister.

It was difficult being surrounded by men unlike Spencer, specifically the older men in her field who didn’t understand anything outside of money, guns, and violence. The worst part of the job being the politics in the background; the hierarchy and ass-kissing all because she worked in the nation's capital.

They were sure it was probably better in a smaller facility, a local police station where no one knew her and they could finally have some peace and quiet.

But she’d miss Penelope, and Spencer too for that matter.

At first, they’d hide in their room when Penelope brought him over for movie nights or when he crashed on the couch after bringing her home drunk from the bar. In the early days, she worried that he was going to be her new boyfriend, taking all of Penelope’s free time and leaving Y/N with nothing.

But then he started coming over all the time just to hang out, sitting on the couch with nothing to say, being the third wheel while Y/N and Penelope spent time together. For the last 7 years.

Over that time they had many conversations alone, she learned that he was really smart, he was a lot younger than most of the team because he blew through high school by the time he was 13, and he was genuinely the sweetest man in the whole entire world.

One time, Penelope was running late when Spencer showed up at the door with chips and candy, ready to watch his weekly movie with his friend. Only she wasn’t going to make it home in time, and Y/N didn’t want him to have to go back to his apartment all alone.

“You can come in and watch it with me if you wanted to?” She offered, smiling softly. “What was it you picked for tonight?”

“It was Penelope’s night to choose, so you can pick instead if you want?” Spencer offered right back, walking in like he owned the place.

He was more confident now than he was in the beginning, but that was probably because he was 23 and she was 18.

Back then he’d barely look at her and sometimes he’d shake when they made eye contact or when she got drunk and hugged him goodbye after a long night with Penelope. He was like that with Penny in the early days of their friendship too, apparently, so she didn’t feel too bad about it.

He warmed up eventually, making her wait 7 years for him to do something about the growing feelings they both shared.

“You like Marvel movies right?” She bit the inside of her lip as she waited for his answer. Watching him walk around the kitchen for a bowl that he could put his snacks in.

“Yeah they’re great, I haven’t watched past the second Thor, I think the next one is another Captain America?” he’s all smiles as he joins her on the couch, closer than normal, as close as he’d sit with Penelope, but then again she was a cuddler and Y/N wasn’t.

Sometimes Y/N would come out of her room to find Spencer’s head on Penelope’s lap, resting on a pillow as she ran her fingers through his hair to soothe his perfect mind after a long day. A few times she’s walked in on him crying or even sound asleep in her arms. They had a friendship Y/N admired, they were each other's person.

They comforted each other in the exact way they needed it; Penelope giving him the physical touch he craved and he would often compliment her. He was always telling her she was the best and buying her gifts to show his appreciation, calling her the most beautiful and smartest person he knew. He knew that she needed to hear it, needed the reassurance that she was still a good person and he made her believe it.

It made Y/N love him more seeing how much he cared for her sister.

“The winter soldier is the best!” She gushed, sitting close so they could share the chips as she waited for the movie to load up.

He was very quiet when he watched movies, smiling and laughing at the right parts but typically he paid so much attention it was like he was a statue. Y/N spent more time glancing at him than the actual movie.

“Is there something on my face?” Spencer asked, nervous when he noticed her glance at him for the 100th time that night.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she panicked lightly, swallowing quickly before looking away.

“What?”

“I don’t know, I just think you’re fascinating,” she whispered because then she didn’t really say it, and it didn’t really count.

“Oh,” he smiled softly, leaving it at that and forcing his attention back on the movie.

After a while, Spencer started to get even closer. He put the bowl on the coffee table and sat back almost on top of her, reaching an arm behind the couch so that Y/N was right against his side. He had done it with Penelope before, confident in this little living room, almost forgetting it was Y/N beside him.

Y/N rested her hand on his knee, rubbing her thumb over his jeans in a soft little circle as she pretended to watch the movie. More concerned with Spencer’s breathing and the feeling of his hand inching towards their shoulder than anything else.

Then they heard keys at the front door. Pulling away from each other quickly to curl up on opposite sides of the couch and pretend they weren’t just cuddling.

“Hey, you still came!” Penelope cheered, a little drunk from whatever she was doing before.

“I’d never miss a night with the Garcia’s,” Spencer smiled at her, looking calm and collected as ever while Y/N turned bright pink.

“Oh, I love Bucky! Oh my god let me go change and I’ll come watch too!”

That was just the first time they ended up cuddling, certainly not the last.

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It wasn’t often that Penelope was too busy to spend time with Y/N, rather the contrary. Sometimes Y/N had to beg her to leave her be at certain events. Like when their band was playing at any of the local bars and Penny started inviting everyone she knew to come and watch her sister play.

It was embarrassing, to say the least, but Y/N loved her support.

When Y/N peaked her head out to see the crowd before a show, normally Penelope was sitting in the front with a drink and at least 4 friends, cheering and chanting their name, ready to rock out to their covers.

Tonight she didn’t see Penelope at all, she knew she wouldn’t, Penelope was in London visiting Emily with Derek for the second time in the past year, leaving no one to come to the monthly show Y/N’s band put on, or so she thought.

Spencer came all by himself.

He was sitting in the front, at a table with a bowl of pretzels and a ginger ale, not interested in the drinking or the socializing, just there to support Y/N. It made her feel giddy, like a schoolchild seeing their crush at recess.

It was so nice of him that it gave her butterflies, and normally that didn’t happen. They could go on and play a show in front of ten thousand people and feel nothing, but the second Spencer Reid was there to cheer them on, they were a mess.

“What song are we doing first again?” Y/N asked Evie, their lead singer and best friend outside of work.

“Who are they?”

Y/N was taken aback, “What?”

“You’ve never been nervous, who came to see you?” Evie clarified her question.

“No one, for fuck sake, I thought we left all the profilers at home tonight?” she sighed, shaking the nerves out of their body as they jumped up and down lightly.

They paced back and forth for a few minutes to wear down the nerves but only managing to make herself sweat to death and discard the leather jacket she always wore on stage. She walked in a circle aimlessly, remembering the setlist in their mind and how the spotlights typically made it so they couldn’t see the crowd anyway so it’s not like she could fuck up by making eye contact with him.

And it’s not like it was the first time he had seen her play, Spencer comes every month with Penelope, he liked a lot of the music they covered from when he was an emo teen in university. They’ve bonded over it before sharing albums and records back and forth, but she was still scared shitless at the prospect of him caring about her enough to come alone.

Especially when he hated being in situations like this in the first place.

It was their turn to go on, the manager of the bar gathering them and telling them to go on and so Y/N started walking towards the stage door, only to be pulled back harshly by Evie’s cold hands.

“Don’t forget your sticks, god who do you wanna fuck so bad it makes you this stupid?” She placed the drumsticks in Y/N’s hands, “get it together.”

“Sorry, it’s the guy in the sweater vest, front row,” they whispered in response, putting their head down and heading to the stage before she could tease them about it.

“The Forensic Lyricists are here once again folks!” The Manager introduced them to the crown, “get ready for them to dig up some classics!” Always the same dumb joke before every show.

Opening with crushcrushcrush by Paramore, thank god she remembered, it was an easy song to play as they warmed up and pushed the nerves away. They could play it in their sleep, with their eyes closed, and so that's what they did.

Eyes closed, mouthing the words as the adrenaline of the night took over the anxiety and made them go insane, like most nights. They didn’t need drinks or drugs to feel hyped at most shows, all she needed was a smile from penny and a good luck text from Spencer.

Playing by memory until she felt more confident and then getting into it. “They taped over your mouth, Scribbled out the truth with their lies, your little spies…”

“Crush, crush, crush, crush crush two, three, four!!” Y/N sung backup for each chorus, finally getting into it.

“Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone! Just the one, two! of us who's counting on! That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again.”

They tried their hardest to push the images of that night on the couch with Spencer out of their mind as they sang along, trying to harmonize and cover the backup for Evie as best as she could.

“Let’s be more than this now!”

She always took the bridge, as the drummer and the most passionate one, it only made sense. Y/N always got the crowd on their feet, roaring along as they jumped to the beat.

“Rock and roll, baby, Don't you know that we're all alone now? I need something to sing about. Rock and roll, hey! Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now? I need something to sing about! Rock and roll, hey! Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now? Give me something to sing about!”

“Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone! Just the one, two! of us who's counting on! That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again, let’s be more than, noOoo!”

She had a crush on Spencer fucking Reid and one now noticed as they tried their hardest to focus on the words when all that came to mind right now was his body heat and how good he smelled and how nice it was that he came to support them.

“Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone! Just the one, two! of us who's counting on! That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again, Let’s be more than this, more than thiiiiiis, oooooooh, mmmmmmhmmm,” she sang the ending of the song along with Evie, their harmony sounding more perfect than any performance before.

Critics always said the performance is better when you mean the words you’re singing. With that, they accepted their crush on Doctor Spencer Reid after 7 long years of knowing him. They pushed through nerves so that they could go and see him after and do something about it, now that Penelope wasn’t home to tease her for it.

Leading right into Dear Maria, Count Me In. Their bass player, Kat taking the lead for her favourite song. Being an all ‘girl’ punk band was her idea, and now they all enjoyed taking turns singing their favourite songs in front of mostly strangers, once a month.

Every single song made her think of Spencer in some way as she remembered the rest of the set, it had 5 songs in total and each one included at least one reference to something she knew about Spencer.

It was hard to not think about him while he stood at the edge of the stage with everyone and bopped his head along to the beat, a smile growing on his face as he also noticed the little references to them in the songs.

The Rock Show by Blink182 was going to hit a little too close to home as she sang the words all but to him, making eye contact with him as he moved to the best spot to see them play, much like Penelope would do every time.

She didn’t realize how much this song actually represented her life before tonight, starting to sing her song alone while Spencer watched. Deciding on the spot to dedicate it to him in the most fucking obvious way possible, taking her chances because he must have come for a reason.

“Hanging out behind the club on the weekends. Acting stupid, getting drunk with my best friends, I couldn't wait for the summer and the Warped Tour, I remember that it's the first time that I saw him there!”

Spencer was smiling then, noticing the lyric change as they made eye contact, nodding along as he watched. Genuinely enjoying himself and the show, it was lovely to see. She couldn’t help but smile against the mic as she sang and played. Wondering how his face will change with the next verse she watched him from the corner of her eye.

Her bandmates turning to see her as they played their guitars, nodding in agreement at the lyric change, they knew what she was up to. It wasn’t the first time they used the stage to bring someone home with them.

“He's getting kicked out of school cause he's failing. I’m kinda nervous, cause I’m sure all his friends hate me! He’s the one, he'll always be there, I took his hand and I’ll make it I swear,

“Because I fell in love with the guy at the rock show! He said what? and I told him that I didn't know. He's so cool, gonna sneak in through his window. Everything's better when he's around. Can’t wait until my parent goes out of town, I fell in love with the guy at the rock show!”

Spencer’s smile was priceless, it made them even more confident to sing all the words, wanting him with zero shame, it’s not like anyone who knew him would know about this.

“When we said we were gonna move to Vegas I remember the look your mother gave us 17 without a purpose or direction We don't owe anyone a fuckin’ explanation”

“Black and white picture of him on my wall, I waited for his call, he always kept me waiting, and if I ever got another chance I'd still ask him to dance, because he kept me waiting!”

“I fell in love with the guy at the rock show! He said what? and I told him that I didn't know. He's so cool, gonna sneak in through his window. Everything's better when he's around. Can’t wait until my parent goes out of town,”

“I fell in love with the guy at the rock show!” She had never been this passionate while playing this song in all the years they had played it together.

Her bandmates taking the lead singing, “with the guy at the rock show!”

“I’ll never forget you,” she sang in the middle of their chants, “I’ll never forget you, I’ll never forget you, I’ll never forget tonight, I’ll never forget tonight…”

She shot a wink at him before turning back in her seat to face the drum set the best way. The last two songs were Evie’s and Kat’s, she covered the backup vocals, making the occasional glance towards Spence as she thought of him.

Counting down the minutes till she could go see him.

Come a little closer by cage the elephant, an obvious title with lyrics that would clearly bring every memory of brushed hands against lower backs as they slipped past each other in crowded rooms, lingering as long as possible before they were gone again. Goodnight hugs when Penelope was already asleep and he could hold her a big longer and tighter, resting his head on her shoulder while she rubbed his back and breathed him in. And that night on the couch, not to mention all the mornings she walked in on him sleeping peacefully, brushing the hair out of his face, softly, in the hopes he didn’t wake up.

“Come a little closer, then you'll see, Come on, come on, come on, Things aren't always what they seem to be… Do you understand the things you been seein' Come on, come on, come on! Do you understand the things that you've been dreaming… Come a little closer, then you'll see! Come a little closer, then you'll see!”

And even when he did she had a coffee ready for him when he sat up and smiled, giving them a few hours alone before Penelope would wake up. Talking all morning about star trek and dr. Who, smacking his knee as he made jokes that genuinely made them laugh while trying to keep her voice down so they didn’t wake Penelope.

Not many people made her feel like that in her life.

“Come a little closer, then you'll see! Come a little closer, then you'll see!” Staring at him, enticing him to do it the next time they had the chance.

The intro to I’d Do Anything by simple plan was one of her favourites to play, smiling wide as she began to drum as her best friends sang the words.

Waiting for the chorus to sing the words at Spencer, really sending the message, he wasn’t dumb, not in the slightest, he would get it. He had to, she had already been so obvious there was no turning back now.

“This could be the one last chance to make you understand,”

Her arms were starting to hurt as she played along with the most energy she has had in years, playing like a teenager whose parents just died and she needed to hit something, once again. It was freeing, playing with what she could only imagine was love in her chest instead of anger. It’s how she was supposed to play.

"I’d do anything Just to hold you in my arms To try to make you laugh Cuz somehow I can’t put you in the past I’d do anything Just to fall asleep with you Will you remember me? Cuz I know I won’t forget you,"

Focusing on the drumming and ignoring the lyrics as her bandmates covered the lyrics, letting her go hog fucking wild on the drum set, almost kicking the chair out from under herself as they kept going. Joining for the chorus again before beating the shit out of her drum set.

I close my eyes And all I see is you I close my eyes I try to sleep I can't forget you Na na na And I'd do anything for you Na na na Naaaaaaa

“I’d do anything!” She closed her eyes as she pushes the words past her vocal cords, again and again, passionately playing the drums as her hair flew all over the place, worried she might break the sticks as she played.

“Cause I know I won't forget yoooou!” She plays the end of the song, snapping the left drumstick in half before throwing the right one into the crowd, right into Spencer’s hand, sending him a wink before saying goodbye to the crowd.

Sweaty as hell from playing the drums, they brushed their long black hair back behind their ears and in a low ponytail so it would fit under her motorcycle helmet on the way home. Putting their leather jacket back on and heading into the main bar to find Spencer.

“Hey,” he smiled as she walked towards him, the drumstick now resting in his pocket as he approached her.

“I can’t believe you came here all by yourself?” Y/N laughed slightly before pulling him into a thank-you hug.

“I wouldn’t miss it, I’ve been coming for a year now, it’s always a great time,” his smile was perfect, his teeth were so white and straight and she wondered how they’d feel against her neck.

“It’s been that long?” She pretended that she didn’t notice, biting their lip as he ran the calculations in his mind.

He nodded with a soft, pressed-lipped smile, the Spencer classic. “Yep, it’s been exactly 14 months straight now.”

“I know you don’t like bars and loud noises and people you don’t know, or germs which makes this like a nightmare of yours I guess because of the close proximity of people and the germs being spread as everyone screams in a crowd,” she ranted before he was pulling her into another hug, “so this means a lot to me,” she finished her thought beside his ear for only him to hear.

“Anytime,” he whispered as he held her, his arm on her back and chin resting on her shoulder.

“Did you need a ride home?” She offered, thinking about how nice it would be for him to wrap his arms around their body as he sat behind her on Patsy, her motorcycle.

“Yeah, unless you wanted to go to your place and watch another movie? I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting,” he spoke just loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Yeah, I’d love that, it’s been lonely while Penny’s gone,” a smile erupting on her face as she got the reference, “come on then.”

She took his hand in hers, interlocking their fingers and dragging him backstage towards her locker. She had a space to keep her things for practice and other shows she did during the week, keeping an extra helmet and jacket in the locker for nights like this, however, normally it was a cute stranger. Not the man she’s been crushing on since she was a teenager.

“Oh, you brought Patsy,” Spencer’s face went white.

“Did you not want to ride her? Come on, everyone wants to ride her at least once,” Y/N teased him as she put the helmet in his free hand.

Her bandmates staring at her with proud smiles as she took the guy from the rock show home; the one in the sweater vest from the front, the one who was the most into the whole show, they both gave Y/N a wave and a smile as they slipped out the backstage door.

They walked out to the parking lot, still hand in hand with their helmets in the other. Stopping at her dark purple Suzuki GS650 GT, it was her most prized possession because it used to belong to her parents.

She put her hair in the right spot before putting the helmet on, sitting down and starting the engine, revving it for everyone in the lot to see as Spencer put his helmet on and threw a leg over the seat, nervous as ever.

He fit behind her perfectly, just enough room on the seat for his chest to press against her back as he placed his hands gingerly on her hips. It made her laugh.

“You’re going to want to hold on better than that pretty boy,” she teased him before revving the engine once more, kicking the kickstand up and speeding out of the parking lot.

Spencer gripped her tightly as she took off down the street, taking the longest route possible to her home. She didn’t hit a single red light for at least 5 blocks, zooming through traffic as Spencer squeezed the life out of her.

He felt amazing, his hands were so big as he fully wrapped around her, reaching around completely so his right hand was on her left hip and vice versa. He was so close she could feel his heartbeat against her back.

He was nervous, he flinched every time she turned and held on even tighter somehow.

So she did another lap of the block, around the park’s bend so she could lean the bike as far as possible as Spencer’s fingers dug into her hips fiercely. Breathing deep enough that she could hear him over the engine, but he wanted her to keep going. Not ready to let go of her yet, this is the closest they had ever been to each other.

When she finally pulled into the parking lot of their apartment complex, they bumped over the curb and his hand grazed Y/N’s boob, he pulled back so fast it was barely there, she just shook her head and laughed. Parking the bike and putting the kickstand back down.

Spencer let out a sigh, relaxing against her as he rested his chin on her shoulder again.

“Have fun?”

“Surprisingly, yes,” he laughed, his voice deep and dry from breathing with his mouth open, it was cute.

He got off first when his legs were finally able to work again, still vibrating from the rev of the engine he walked like Ariel when she got her legs. It was priceless, no one has reacted like that after getting a ride from them, not even Penelope.

She took her helmet off while still on the bike, shaking her hair out of the ponytail as provocatively as possible before getting off. Spencer’s jaw fell open once more as he watched, breathlessly, just as she expected.

Either he liked them before and never told them, or he was going to start now.

Either way, it excited Y/N to their core, taking his hand once more and leading him inside, this time they could be as close as they wanted to and no one was going to walk in on it. She stopped at her locked apartment door, looking at Spencer as softly as possible so he’d know her feelings were real.

“I know this will cause the teasing we already get to skyrocket, so if you wanted to keep it between us, I fully understand,” she whispered.

“Is that what you want?”

He was so sweet it made her heartache, never before had anyone made her feel like this; like she wasn’t in control of her body or mind, like an override in the system her brain and heart chose Spencer and there was no stopping them.

“I just told a whole bar of people that I’m in love with the guy at the rock show before taking you home in front of everyone,” she laughed, “I don’t care if people know, I just hate when they tease us, they belittle everything we do like we’re 17 forever, it’s not fun for me.”

“I hate it too,” he pressed his lips together awkwardly once more, “I’d like to keep you to myself for a while.”

She cupped his face in her hands and pulled in, pressing her lips against his as they both tried to repress their tightlipped smiles. Finally, finally kissing after all those years staring at each other's lips while they explained something, passionately as ever with the most attentive ears.

“Exactly, me too,” she smiled wider as she pulled back from him, unlocking the front door and pulling him inside for that movie he mentioned.

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 3: Plan B

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst

WC: 5.1k

Warnings for this chapter: language (jk will continue to have a potty mouth), a gun, attempted murder

Tag list; @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @teresaisla @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @sugaslittlekookies @jaebeomsblackgf @moon-asia

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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"Excuse m-me, sir."

Jungkook turns and his heart stops in his chest when he sees the wide eyes of a horribly familiar girl staring up at him.

You're clutching a piece of paper in your hands as a smile spreads on your face when you look at him closer. Jungkook blinks a few times, the rest of him frozen in horror at being caught.

"Th-This is for you." You hold out the paper.

Jungkook takes it limply, his eyes never leaving yours.

When the initial shock leaves his body, he tears his eyes away from you and looks down at what you gave him. He squints in confusion at what he sees. Then he looks back up at his target.

What the hell is this?

"Uh-"

"I hope it isn't c-creepy. I j-just thought it might make you s-smile." You brighten when he looks back down at the picture.

Jungkook swallows thickly.

On the piece of notebook paper, is a terribly drawn picture. But that isn't what's gotten his attention. On it, is an image of what he can only guess to be himself, sitting on a bench.

He looks back up at you, "Um, I don't understand..." His voice gives out on him as he fights the urge to bolt. Everything about this situation is telling him to run. You know him. You've known he was following you.

But you aren't outright telling him that you know...

What the hell does he do now?

You smile shyly, a small blush creeping up your cheeks. "I know it m-must seem weird. But p-please let m-me explain."

He nods uncertainly, forcing his feet to stay planted where he is.

"Ok," You wring your hands together and he watches in confusion as you blink a few times. "O-Ok, I like to d-draw. And sometimes when I d-don't have anything else to draw, I draw p-people. Then I give them the p-picture as a present to make them h-happy!" You bounce a little on the balls of your feet.

"But-..." Jungkook scratches his neck. "When did you do this?" He's starting to think maybe he's out of the line of fire. Perhaps he jumped to conclusions and you don't suspect him of following you at all.

You put a finger to your chin as you think about that. Then you tap your cheek, blinking hard a few times. "Mmm, I think it was Wednesday? Maybe Thursday..." You start mumbling to yourself.

Jungkook raises a brow, watching you curiously.

He looks around, no one seems to be paying attention to the two of you. Good, he can't be seen as one of the last people to be with you.

You suddenly speak up again, drawing his attention back to you.

"W-Well, anyway. I decided to m-make it and give it to you b-because you looked sad. Are y-you lonely?" You look up at him with big eyes and he blinks, looking away for a second to regain his composure.

Damn, she's nosy.

Jungkook clears his throat and looks back at you, "I'm not lonely. And as much as I appreciate the thought, I don't need this." Then he shoves the picture into your chest, making you flinch and grab it.

"Have a good day." He says curtly, then he turns and walks as quickly as he can away from the situation.

After a minute of walking, Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief to be out of that. He messed up. Now he really needs to get this done quickly before the target figures anything out for real this time.

The relief is short-lived though. A second later, he flinches when he hears a voice calling out to him and the sound of feet running.

"Wait! Mister, p-please wait!"

Jungkook pulls his hat down further and picks up his pace, trying to find a crowd he can lose you in.

He's squeezing in-between people and pushing past others, ignoring their sounds of annoyance. Then a hand grabs the sleeve of his jacket and he internally groans.

Shit, she's fast.

Jungkook shakes you off of him and turns to glare at you.

"What?" He snaps.

You blink and cock your head to the side for a second before straightening it out, a crooked smile forming on your face.

"I w-wasn't able to introduce m-myself." You state simply.

Jungkook audibly sighs, "Look, I'm busy."

"Oh." Your face falls and he resists the urge to roll his eyes.

You look at the ground for a second, then you look back at him, your eyes bright again and the smile back on your face. "P-Please, take the picture. I have n-no room in my bag f-for it."

Jungkook sighs again and snatches the picture out of your hands, "Fine. Happy?" He waves it in the air before folding it and sticking it in his jacket pocket.

You nod happily, "My n-name is ____."

I know.

"Alright." He looks away, trying to give you the hint that he's done with the conversation.

"What's y-your name?"

Gosh, she never shuts up, does she?

"Jungkook."

...

...Fuck.

Why in the literal hell would he say his real name just now?

He wasn't thinking. He just wanted you to shut up.

You see the look of pure panic on his face and laugh to make him feel better, "Nice t-to meet you, J-Jungkook." He must have trouble talking with people, you think.

"Ok, well yeah, it was nice to meet you. Thank you for the picture. Goodbye." He turns and all but runs off, finally disappearing into a crowd.

You watch him go into the big crowd and you smile, he was so kind. Giggling and looking down at your fingers, you turn and start making your way home. _______________

Jungkook hauls ass all the way back to his place, constantly making sudden turns and glancing around to make sure you're not hot on his heels.

When he finally makes it up the stairs and into his apartment, he locks the door and yanks his shoes off, hurling them at the front door and flinching when they slam against it loudly.

There aren't enough curse words in his vocabulary for him to scream into his pillow that would satisfy him right now. He starts to shake, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as his brain goes into overdrive trying to figure out what to do now.

He's never been caught.

Not once.

He's never even been close to getting caught.

In and out, one and done.

That's how it's always been for him.

Jungkook takes his hat off and tosses it onto the tiny dining table, then he walks over to his bed and flops onto it, face down.

"I quit." He mumbles into the comforter forlornly.

Then he lays there for a minute, contemplating everything.

"I can't quit..." He mutters to himself a second later.

It's impossible.

He can't quit.

He just needs to get it over with tonight.

No more hesitating, no more distractions, no more overthinking. It doesn't matter that she saw his face and knows his name. She'll be dead by morning anyway, and it's not like her friend is here for her to tell anything about him to.

Once he's calmed himself down enough to think clearly, Jungkook gets up and moves to his closet to pull out the safe. He puts in the code and it swings open when he gives it a little tug. He takes out the gun that he failed to use the other night, then he unloads it, pouring the little bullets onto his bed. Jungkook counts them before reloading them, then he dumps them out again, counting them before once again reloading them.

He does this whenever he needs to think, it helps him concentrate. When he's unloaded and reloaded it four times, he's finally able to take a deep breath. He sits on the edge of his bed, his head hanging for a minute before he lifts it and stares at the wall. _______________

When you get home, you kick your shoes off and head straight to the kitchen to grab a snack. You grab a little drinkable yogurt and grin as you open it up and take a sip.

Then you move to sit on your couch, still gently sipping your yogurt. When you're almost halfway done with your snack, you pull out your phone and text Mina.

You 4:32- Mina, I met someone today ^-^

Then you toss your phone next to you and grab your TV remote, turning it on you quickly find the drama you're currently binging and you hit play.

After a few minutes, you hear your phone bling. You pause the show and grab it to see Mina has answered you.

Mina 4:40- YOU WHAT? WHO

You laugh quietly and you're typing a reply when a picture of you and Mina making silly faces pops up on the screen and the ringtone you made special for her starts ringing. You answer it quickly, laughing when she shouts through the phone immediately.

"WAS IT A BOY??" She shrieks, almost breaking your eardrums.

"Y-Yeah." You can feel the blush creeping up your neck at her next words.

"Is he cute? Is he single?"

"M-Mina!" You cry in embarrassment, "It isn't l-like that."

You hear a disappointed sigh leave her lips, "Well, what is it like then?" She asks in curiosity.

"I gave him a p-picture that I drew. He t-took it, Mina! He didn't say I was c-creepy like the other girl did." You're grinning from ear to ear.

She laughs quietly as she realizes what this is about. "Ohh, so you drew a picture of him and gifted it to him?"

"Yup!"

"That's so sweet of you, ____. And he actually took it?"

You nod, then remember she can't see you.

"Y-Yes, he took it. He said th-thank you, and he told m-me his name!"

Mina laughs again at your excitement, "What's his name?"

"Jungkook."

"Ohhh," There's a teasing hint to her tone, "Sounds like a name fit for a cute guy. So, was he cute?"

You bite your lip then whisper, "Uh, yes. He was c-cute."

"Awww! ____ has her first cruuuush!" Mina shrieks again and you shake your head.

"No, Mina. I d-don't have a crush on h-him! I just thought he was n-nice. He seemed like he would m-make a good friend." You pull at the hem of your skirt, your knees tucked up to your chin.

You hear her giggle on the other side, then her tone turns serious. "Ok, you're right ____. No man is good enough to date my sweet best friend. Don't you dare pursue him until I get there and give my approval!"

You roll your eyes, "I'm not going to p-pursue him at all, silly."

You two chat for a couple of minutes, then you let her go because you both need to figure something out for dinner soon.

You decide to finish the episode of the drama, but you can't resist and watch a few more after it. By the time you're able to peel your eyes away from the TV, the sun is starting to go down. You rub your eyes in confusion, I didn't realize how many episodes I watched.

You stretch your arms above your head and yawn, "Ah, I should g-get some d-dinner," You stand up to go to your kitchen and scrounge around. You come up with a few pieces of celery, half a jar of kimchi, and one hard-boiled egg.

You scrunch your nose at the emptiness of the fridge. You'll just have to go to the grocery store tomorrow. But until then, you decide to just go out and get something to eat for dinner and maybe find something for your lunch tomorrow.

You pull your tennis shoes on and grab your bucket hat, plopping it onto your head. It doesn't go with the rest of your pastel outfit, but you don't really care. If it's comfy, then it's a win for you.

Then you take your bag and sling it over your shoulder. Remembering to lock the door, you leave and head down the stairs. _______________

Jungkook thanks the man at the food stand as he takes the fishcake skewer and hands his money to the man. Then he bows and turns to make his way through the crowds of people that always come out at night in Seoul.

He finds a bench in a park a little ways from the hustle and bustle of the city, so he sits there and takes a deep breath of the crisp evening air. Jungkook takes a bite of his fishcake, chewing it thoughtfully as he goes over the new plan of action in his head.

A few people pass by while he sits there, one of them is a small girl with her mother. She reminds Jungkook of that little girl, Mi-Rah, from the other day. His throat constricts when he remembers the child's words to him. Then he scoffs and takes another bite of fishcake, chewing it aggressively. If that annoying kid hadn't distracted him, he wouldn't be sitting out here right now trying to come up with a new plan...stupid.

Jungkook finishes his food, then he stretches his long limbs out, grunting from exhaustion. This hit is really taking a mental toll on him for literally no reason at all. He can't wait to be done with it.

He rubs his hands together and stands up, stretching a bit more before heading in the direction of the target's home.

He's going to finish this.

Tonight.

When Jungkook is a few blocks from her apartment, he slows down and glances around before slipping into the dark alleyway from the other night. Once he's in the dark, he slips the gun from his pocket and checks the bullets. It's an obsessive thing at this point, but it makes him feel more secure.

He slides the last bullet back in, then-

"Jungkook?"

The gun clatters to the ground with a loud sound as Jungkook whips around to see the one person he doesn't want to see at this moment.

Gosh fucking damn it all to hell.

You're standing there, looking up at him from under your bucket hat. Jungkook scans you quickly, noticing you're still in your light yellow skirt and pink blouse from earlier. You have some bags in your hands as you smile at him.

You don't seem to have taken notice of the fact that he literally just dropped the gun he was going to shoot you with. So, Jungkook quickly kicks it to the side, relieved when it slides behind a bag of trash.

"Uhm, hi...____, right?" It takes all his willpower not to fumble over his words after being caught for the second time on the same day.

You nod happily at the fact that he remembered your name, "Yes! F-Funny to run into y-you again!"

Jungkook chuckles dryly, "Yeah, what a coincidence."

You gesture to him with one of the bags in your hands, "D-Do you live n-near here?"

Jungkook's nose twitches, but he keeps a straight face. "No, I just...I was out for a walk."

"Ohh! Night walks are th-the best."

"Mhm.." Jungkook looks around, trying to figure out what he should do. Maybe he should just do it now...yeah, that's the best idea.

"So, what did you buy?" Jungkook asks suddenly, gesturing towards your bags. You take the bait instantly and brighten, bending down to place your bags on the ground so you can show him.

The second you aren't looking, Jungkook crouches and grabs the gun from behind the trash bag he kicked it towards.

"Well, now. L-Let me see." You're crouched on your heels, looking through the bags. Jungkook cocks the gun and raises it, his finger on the trigger.

"I've g-got an apple, that was from the k-kind old woman at the fruit s-stand-"

He's about to pull it when another voice rings out in the alley.

"Miss ___! Is that you?"

Jungkook quickly brings the gun down, switching it to safety and stuffing it into the front of his pants. Clearly, he isn't thinking straight right now.

You look up at that moment and glance behind Jungkook before a smile of recognition lights up your face. "Ohh! Mr. Ch-Chang! What are y-you doing out this l-late at night?"

Jungkook bites his lip in pure frustration and turns to see an older man smiling at the pair of you. "I was taking my trash out, and I thought I'd heard your voice coming from over here."

You grab your bags and scoot past Jungkook to greet the older man properly, "It's s-so nice to see you. It's b-been a l-long time!"

Mr. Chang smiles and nods, "It has indeed. And who is this handsome young fellow?"

He looks around you at Jungkook, who screams internally, not knowing anything that could make this situation worse.

"That's m-my new friend, Jungkook."

Oh, ok. So, that makes it worse. Good.

Not only was his plan foiled, but this old man now has a visual and a name to put to someone should anything happen to you.

Great, just great.

"Ah, it's very nice to meet you, Jungkook." Mr. Chang holds out a shaky hand and Jungkook takes it and gives it a shake. "Oh, this one's got a good shake." The old man winks at you and you laugh.

Jungkook forces a smile onto his face.

He's always been good at charming people, that's what makes him so good at his job.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Chang." He says politely.

"Well, very good. Very good. What do you say we all get out of this creepy old alley? Let's get into the light." Mr. Chang leads you and Jungkook out until the street lamps pour golden artificial light onto the three of you. Jungkook wants to flinch away, it feels like the light is exposing all the dirty little secrets he's got hidden away.

But he remains stoic.

You and the man exchange a few words before Mr. Chang clears his throat, "Alright dear, I really am an old man, I must be heading to bed. Jungkook," Jungkook looks up from where he was staring at the ground, "Hm?"

"Be a good lad and walk my young friend home?" He looks at Jungkook with such kind and trusting eyes that Jungkook finds himself looking away.

"Of course." He mumbles.

This man doesn't suspect a thing. He has no idea that the guy he's asking to protect his friend is the one that was about to kill her for a hefty price, and would have if he hadn't been interrupted.

"Thank you. You two stay safe and I'll see you again, ___."

"Goodnight, M-Mr. Chang!" You wave to him as he slowly makes his way around the corner. Then you turn to Jungkook and smile.

Jungkook briefly wonders if your cheeks ever get sore from smiling all the time.

"I l-live this way." You raise an arm to the right, the bag hanging from it dangles. Jungkook nods, then he starts to walk. You need to jog to catch up to him, his long legs take huge strides as he hurries down the street.

The walk is silent, you sensing that Jungkook isn't really in the mood to talk. But it takes a lot of willpower for you not to start asking him different questions to get to know him more.

When you've finally reached the stairs that lead up to your apartment, you huff in a breath.

"Hoo, I'm so t-tired." You laugh.

Jungkook looks at you, his face unchanging.

You hold up a bag, "Would y-you mind carrying th-this up for me? I'm sorry, it's gotten so h-heavy during the walk. And I n-never walk that f-fast."

Jungkook takes the bag with a sigh, then he turns and hurries up the stairs, leaving you to huff and puff up them slowly behind him.

When you reach your door, Jungkook sets the bag down on the ground and turns to leave, "Have a good night." He mumbles.

"W-Wait!"

He turns back to you, biting back another sigh.

"Th-Thank you...for today." You say softly, a hint of a smile on your lips.

"No problem." He says quickly before hurrying down the stairs and disappearing around a corner.

You unlock your door and bring in the bags, lugging them to the kitchen to start unpacking them. As you put the stuff you bought where it belongs in the kitchen, you think back on your day.

It's so crazy that when you were so lonely without Mina, you were able to talk to someone new! A spark of hope comes alive in your chest that maybe you've just made a new friend. Hopefully, you'll see him again and you can learn more about him.

You're so curious to know more about this dark and lonely stranger. _______________

Jungkook opens the door to his apartment, walking in slowly.

He shuts the door and locks it, then he pulls off his shoes and drops them by the front door. After that, he walks over to his bed, pulls his pants and shirt off, then climbs into bed.

Wrapped up in his covers, Jungkook stares straight ahead into the darkness.

"How the hell am I going to do this?" He whispers numbly.

His head is spinning with new plans and everything that's happened today, but he can't grasp a single one of those thoughts as they race by.

Hours pass by as Jungkook tries desperately to get his head clear enough for him to focus. Eventually, he passes out from pure exhaustion, falling into a fitful sleep.

The next morning, the sun slips through the blinds. The birds are just starting to sing their morning songs, their pretty little voices waking up the rest of the world.

Jungkook shoots straight up in bed, "That's it!" He shouts, then he claps his hand over his mouth, remembering how thin the walls are in this apartment complex.

A smirk spreads across his face as he takes his hand down, "Ah, thank goodness." Jungkook almost laughs out loud in relief at finding another solution.

He jumps out of bed and runs to the shower. It ends up being the shortest shower he's ever taken, he doesn't have any time to waste.

When he gets out, Jungkook grabs a bottle of chocolate milk and a banana before hurrying to get dressed and out the door. _______________

Jungkook arrives at the school before you, so he gets a paper and sits on the bench, as usual, waiting for you to appear.

It only takes ten minutes of waiting until he spots you across the street. Jungkook smiles to himself and waits patiently. Sure enough, you glance across the street and see him looking at you.

You feel a warm spark in your chest when you see your new friend sitting on the bench across the street from the school. You wave happily, delighted when he smiles and waves back. Then, he stands up and jogs across the street until he's standing right in front of you.

"Good morning, ____."

"Hi, J-Jungkook!" The smile on his face makes your cheeks warm as you look down at your feet.

Then you look back at him, "H-Hey, would you l-like to hang out t-today?" You ask suddenly, but hopefully, afraid he might turn you down instantly.

Instead, Jungkook's smile grows and he nods, "Sure. I'll meet you out here when you're off work."

"O-Ok." You grin at him, not expecting him to agree so fast. Then you look at the time, "I have t-to go. I'll see you l-later."

He waves as you turn and hurry into the school.

Jungkook can't stop the smirk from coming as he watches you disappear into the doors of the school. If you insist on talking to him and making him your friend, then he'll just have to go along with it. _______________

"Alright, m-my little ducklings! Time t-to pack up!" You clap your hands to get their attention. They all listen immediately, moving to get their bags put together and ready for home.

A few minutes later, the school bell rings, signaling the end of the day.

The kids squeal with happiness and you feel your own rush of excitement, remembering that you have a new friend to spend the rest of your day with. The kids get into line quickly and you give them each a punch in their reward cards as they file out the door.

The second you step out of the school, leading the line of little ducklings behind you, you glance across the street, but you don't see Jungkook sitting there.

You try not to think too much about it and focus on getting the kids into the correct lines for the busses.

You wave to Joon Woo as he climbs into his father's car. He and his dad wave to you and smile before driving away.

Then you look across the street again, but there still isn't any sign of Jungkook.

You bite your lip before turning and walking into the school.

Gathering your things, you think about all the things you and Jungkook might be able to do to pass the time. You're so consumed in your thoughts that you don't notice the knock on your door. The second time the person knocks, louder this time, you hear it.

"C-Come in!" You call out, sorting the last bits of the worksheets that the kids did today. The door opens and Mr. Baek from class A walks in.

You look up and smile at him, "Good afternoon, Mr. B-Baek. How can I h-help you?"

He glares down his long nose at you, "Did you give any thought to what I said last week?"

"Um..."

What did he say last week...?

Oh...

"Oh, uhm. Mr. Baek, I still d-don't understand."

"What do you not understand about it?" He snaps.

You flinch, then set down the stack of papers and stand up while grabbing your bag. "I th-thought maybe you'd had a b-bad day-"

Mr. Baek scoffs loudly, cutting you off.

"You aren't that dense, sweetheart."

The way he says that makes your stomach turn, "Ok, I'm s-sorry that you're upset. I h-have s-somewhere to be. If y-you'll excuse me."

You move around him and hurry out of the room before he can say anything else. You really aren't sure what's gotten into him, but you're going to avoid him until he's over it.

When you walk down the steps to the school, you look around, but Jungkook isn't anywhere to be seen. You try not to let it get to you, this has happened before.

The only person who has ever followed through on plans with you is Mina.

You blink a few times, then you start making your way home.

"Going home so soon?"

You turn to see Jungkook standing behind you.

A smile spreads on your face at the sight of him. "I thought y-you'd left." You say slowly.

He shakes his head and steps closer to you, " I always keep my promises."

You feel your chest lift at his words, finally someone that isn't going to leave you hanging. Then you readjust the bag on your shoulder, "W-What would you like t-to do?"

Jungkook frowns when he notices something off about you. He knows it's none of his business and he doesn't really care, but he's curious.

"Did something happen?" He asks, taking you by surprise, "You look kind of upset."

At that, you smile bigger, "N-Nothing happened! I'm f-fine."

"Ok." Jungkook doesn't buy it, but he doesn't push you any further. He doesn't care enough to.

"So, w-what did you w-want to do?" You ask again, relieved he doesn't continue to ask you what's wrong.

"You pick." Jungkook gives you a small smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

You decide to ignore that and clap your hands together, "W-Well, I'm hungry! How about we g-get some food?"

Jungkook nods, "Food sounds great, do you know any good places?"

You laugh and try to send him a wink, though it's the worst wink he's ever seen. "Oh boy, I know e-exactly what we c-can eat."

Jungkook gestures forward, "Lead the way."

The two of you talk about the weather as you stroll through the city, making your way to one of your favorite food carts. You don't have much to talk about besides that. You're trying to come up with some questions to ask him once you've got your food.

Once you arrive at the steamed bun cart, you break into a little run. Jungkook watches you skip over and jump in place once you're in line.

She acts like a kid.

He shakes his head but hurries over to you anyway.

You tell him all your favorite kinds and he suggests you get them because they sound good to him too. When you take your card out to pay, Jungkook beats you to it. He hands the man some cash before you can even blink.

"Oh, y-you don't have to do th-that."

"I know." He says simply, thanking the man once he hands him the bag of buns and his change.

You two walk to the park that he had followed you to the other day and find a spot on the green grass. You plop down and pat the spot next to you, indicating that he should sit as well. Jungkook sits down and hands you the bag.

"Th-Thank you for b-buying it." You whisper shyly.

Jungkook shrugs, "No problem. Which one should we try first?"

"Um, the pork ones a-are really g-good." You say, taking out the two pork buns. You hand one to him and he immediately takes a big bite, making you chuckle a little.

"Mm, you're right. It's delicious." Jungkook says around a mouthful of food.

You nod, glad that he likes it. Then you start to eat yours, thinking about which question you should ask him first.

"So, how long have you been a teacher?" Jungkook asks you suddenly.

You swallow the bite you were chewing, "I j-just started at the b-beginning of the school year in A-August. I graduated from c-college last year."

Jungkook nods knowingly, "That's good. So, you must be around twenty-two?"

You nod, "I am t-twenty-two, yes. How o-old are you?"

"I turned twenty-three in September," Jungkook says before taking another bite.

"Oh, n-nice. And what d-do you do f-for work?" You ask politely.

Jungkook swallows the bite that feels like it's stuck in his throat at your question. "I work for a small business. I just take care of client's needs and stuff."

You smile, "That's a g-good job."

He nods, finishing off his last bite.

"It pays the bills."

Why is he suddenly uncomfortable? There's something about you that makes him nervous, but he can't tell what it is.

No, this is on his terms. This is all part of the plan, he just needs to play along. He needs you to trust him.

Jungkook glances over at you as you stuff more food into your mouth.

This is gonna be easier than I thought.

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a/n: thank you so much for all the support so far! I hope y’all liked this one

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detectivemarvelingcomics · 4 years ago

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How about a request for batsis getting hurt during a mission and batboys exaggerate 😈 thank u!

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Batsis!Reader Gets Injured in a Mission and the Batboys are the Only Ones Home

No Specified AU

TW: Language

Genre: Fluff, Light Comedy

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Word Count: 1.3K

You skid to a stop on your motorcycle, leaving tire tracks behind you in the batcave. You could clean that later when you weren’t bleeding out. You stumbled off of the vehicle, your hand still clutching on to the bloodied towel that kept your uniform from getting dirty and took your helmet off. You had a rather dirty run in with a few lowtime criminals who some how got their hands on alien tech, how that happened you’d have to ask Star Labs later, but either way despite your many encounters with villains who were much worse, the sudden blast from a laser shocked you just enough for them to get at least a cut in. Regardless you took care of them quickly and took the weapons back, which were now pathetically hanging off the side of your motorcycle.

You rolled your shoulders back and began you ascent up the stairs to get back into the manor, it would be best if you cleaned this up as soon as you could because god were you tired. You opened the door quietly.

“Please may no one be home,” you said to yourself repeatedly. Your brothers had a knack for getting rather loud when you came back with cuts and bruises, but you couldn’t blame them with all of their unresolved trauma and the fact that you, miraculously, happen to be the one Bat that hasn’t either died and came back or gotten beaten nearly to death, which you constantly held over them because damn in this business that’s more than just an achievement.

You successfully made it to the bathroom and pulled out the small medical kit and started working on the shallow wound, and right as you finished the shower curtain pulled back.

“Ahh!” You jumped back.

“Ahh!” Tim got into a defensive stance.

“What the hell are you doing in the shower?!"

"What the hell are you doing without a shirt?"

"I asked first!"

"You don't just sit in the shower to think?" You do, but you lock the door when you decide to do that. "Oh my god, did you get injured?!"

"No," you grabbed your shirt and hid the bandages that wrapped around your torso. You both stared at each other for a moment before Tim darted out of the bathroom. "Don't you fucking dare tell anyone, Drake!" You followed him out and ran into the worst possible person.

"Whoa, careful there, (Y/N), when did you get home?" Dick asks. Then he notices your bandages. "What happened? Who did you fight? Why didn't you call for backup? Where were you?"

"Oh my god, I'm fine, Dick," you walked past him and he caught up with you.

"Fine? Fine? You didn't even wrap that right, (Y/N)," Dick begins his lecture and you begin to tune him out right as you walked into your room and shut the door. Dick, knowing his boundaries, stood outside still lecturing you, and you walked out with a new shirt on and continued to ignore him while he shot you rapid fire questions. "At least answer my first questions, (Y/N)." You sighed, and without turning to him, said,

"Got grazed with a knife. Ran into some burglars that for some reason had alien tech. Didn't need it. Downtown," you answered his questions in succession while entering the kitchen, waving to Jason, who was getting a snack, and Tim, who was probably telling Jason about your predicament.

"Alien tech? And they didn't use it?" Tim asks.

"Exactly, they probably didn't know how to. But it doesn't matter, because I am very clearly fine," you reached past Jason into the refrigerator and pulled out a fruit cup.

"You're bleeding through your shirt," Jason points out. You look down and he was right. You let out another loud sigh and tear off a few paper towels from the sink and placed them under your shirt. "At least dress it right or you'll die from bleeding out rather than actually getting stabbed."

"Well, to be fair, if Tim didn't spontaneously pop out of the shower maybe I would have," you complained.

"You didn't lock the door?" Jason turns to him.

"There are ten bathrooms in this mansion, I didn't think anyone would go in!" Tim defends. "But that's besides the point! (Y/N), I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation. If they had alien tech then that knife could have been laced with something."

"Are you implying that I could have alien eggs in me?"

"Why's everyone screaming?" The youngest Wayne entered the kitchen. "I can hear you all from my room."

"Tim thinks (Y/N) got eggs implanted in her," Dick says quickly.

"No, no I don't. Besides, that's not how alien fertilization works."

"You know how alien fertilization works?" You couldn't help the contorted face you made at the thought of how he knew.

"You always do this when we call you out, (Y/N), the point is you could very likely have some kind of alien virus or bacteria inside of you that could quite possibly kill you!"

"Tim, I'm pretty sure it was a normal knife," you walked over to the pantry and took out a bag of potato chips.

"But, if what Grayson just told me was right," Damien cuts in. "How stupid could you be? Letting something as simple as a knife get to you?" He mocks.

"If you weren't a kid I would've punted you by now," you pointed at him with a potato chip and ate it. "Do I have to remind you about last week?"

"No," he scoffs. "But that's not the point. You're trained well enough to avoid bullets and you let a knife get close to you? How out of it were you?"

"I will admit that the alien guns that also shot Bruce did distract me a little."

"And you let them go free?!" Jason finally grasped the gravity of the situation. "What if they come back to find you because they're pissed?"

"Relax, I have them in the batcave," you waved him off.

"You could've been killed," Jason argues.

"Oh stop being so dramatic, Todd, I'm obviously standing here right now, aren't I?"

"One shot from any of those and you could've either been disintegrated or catapulted into another dimension," Tim adds.

"Or worse, completely debilitated and decommissioned," Dick continues.

"You could be dying right now and you wouldn't know it because of how dense you are, (L/N)," Damien was next. You continued eating your chips while they started to talk over each other, then you finally spoke up.

"Okay, I get it, I'll be more careful from now on," you spoke in a steady voice. "Now, I'm gonna go clean this up because I was so rudely interrupted by someone, and when I come back, this discussion will be over," you held your hand up to silence Jason, who was about to retaliate. Then you walked over to the kitchen door and pulled it off of its hinges.

You stood there for a good few seconds, staring at the door in your hands, and the ruined door frame. Then you looked back at the other boys, who essentially all had their jaws on the ground.

"Could she do that before?" Jason asked Dick.

"No..." the other shook his head.

"Alfred's going to kill me..." you laid the door against the wall. You reached for the water bottle on the side of the table and opened it, intending to chug the whole thing down to calm your nerves, but none of the water came out, instead the whole thing was iced over. "Uh..."

The kitchen was silent. You ran back to the bathroom and took your shirt off then the bandages, seeing that the wound had turned blue and had completely frosted over. The other boys followed you, their heads sticking through the door.

"I was right?!" Tim's voice echoed throughout the manor and you slammed your head on the wall behind you.

#dc #batman #batfam #batfamily #batsis #batfam x reader #batfam x batsis #batfam x batsis!reader #batfamily x reader #batfamily x batsis #batfamily x batsis!reader #requests #my writings

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steviespanties · 4 years ago

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Special Treats For Good Cat Boys on AO3 for full tags. 2.6k, Rated E. Unapologetic smutty fluff with a chubby catboy!Steve in panties, pregnancy kink (without mpreg) and a very successful Valentine’s Day date night~ Fitting for the @harringroveheart-on prompts Lingerie, Champagne and Date Night and a belated b-day present for @rvspberryjvm 😊💗💗

It’s the second week of snow coming down on the city, covering houses and streets in sheets of white over and over again until all sound is muffled when Steve walks outside. Even with his sharp hearing, face wrapped in his favorite scarf, he has to strain his ears to not get surprised by people coming around corners.

Icy wind bites into his cheeks and once again he’s grateful for the incredibly fluffy knit hat Robin sent him for Christmas. It’s got holes for his ears to poke out in perfectly placed spots- something Billy sneakily helped figure out for her, she’d admitted on the phone.

“Good thing I convinced you to buy the more expensive winter coat, huh?” Next to him, wrapped in said coat, a blood red scarf, his hat and mittens, Billy looks a lot less grumpy when he doesn’t have to complain about freezing his ass off. Steve snickers at the glare thrown in his direction.

“How could I’ve known that winter in Michigan is even worse than Indiana?”

Steve laughs. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe someone tried to warn you in advance and you turned deaf all of a sudden?” He gets an adorable pout in response that Billy will deny up and down ever showing. He wants to reach out and kiss the corner of Billy’s pouty lips till he can’t help but react with a grin.

Bags full of groceries swing between them as they bicker back and forth. At a street crossing Billy reaches out and carefully brushes snow off Steve’s ear. He smiles back in thanks.

Steve’s ears have become extra fluffy this winter, with a thick undercoat that keeps the snow from melting and seeping into his skin. It’s like his body knew it had to prepare for the more serious cold. Billy can’t keep his hands from petting the new softness of Steve’s fur, taking every opportunity to brush his equally floofed up tail and give him head scratches. Steve’s started to feel very spoiled lately.

They arrive home to a warm apartment and close the door with relieved groans behind them, both glad to have escaped the cold. As they peel off their many layers of clothes, Steve sneaks a glance at Billy. He looks so beautiful when he’s flushed, his tan faded, but his freckles even more visible due to the winter sun. It’s not like Billy isn’t aware that he’s beautiful. Despite getting a bit soft around the middle, he’s still proud of maintaining his muscles. Gives himself finger guns and winks at the mirror when he’s all primped. But he’s also pretty. Long lashes and soft lips, a shimmery fuzz of golden hair on his body that Steve constantly wants to rub himself against. In the dark grey henley he reveals under his coat, he looks effortlessly stunning.

Of course, he catches Steve staring and throws him a smug grin.

“Ready for some food?” Steve nods and grabs his share of grocery bags to follow Billy into the kitchen.

“Starving,” he says. As they unpack, their limited counter space soon overflows with the clutter of their united assembly of their dinner: A spread of baguette slices with cream cheese, topped with caviar or smoked salmon. Cucumber salad, dark grapes and strawberries. Sliced-open croissants stuffed with bacon and scrambled eggs. Ice cream waiting in the freezer. And, of course, two bottles of champagne, already cooled in the fridge and now fizzing enchantingly in two glasses. Steve’s tail swishes excitedly at the mouth-watering smells and it takes a lot of self control not to sneak a bite. Still, Billy seems to have a sixth sense for Steve getting too riled up, because soon enough he bumps their shoulders together. “Why don’t you go ahead and get settled. Put on some music for us while I clean up.”

Steve bumps right back into him. Enjoys the way Billy barely even moves, unbothered and rooted firmly in place. “That sounds good. Thanks.” He can’t resist placing at least a quick kiss to Billy’s shoulder. This close, he can catch a good whiff of Billy’s scent, warm and a little woody because of his perfume. Billy playfully swats at him, which Steve evades in a fluid motion and a with laugh before he slips into the living room.

They’ve spent all afternoon working on a blanket fort that looks even more cozy and inviting than when they left to go grocery shopping. All the lights in the room are covered in red cloth, bathing the place in muted, warm light. Where their sofa usually stands, they’ve turned the entire thing around, thrown a futon in front and surrounded it with pillows and cushions. The cushy interior is flanked by chairs they’ve thrown a massive white sheet on top on, which trails over the back of the sofa and is illuminated by fairy lights on the inside. The mountain of blankets Steve insisted on adding might be a bit overkill, but his stomach gets all fluttery with elation when he looks at it. Like they’ve built their own little nest that calls for him to curl up between soft blankets where he can wait for Billy to join him.

So he hastily selects something sappy to softly play in the background: A REO Speedwagon album that Billy would never admit to liking, but that he has also never protested listening to when Steve's put it on or insisted on turning off either. Steve slips out of his pants, places them behind a cushion where he’s also snuck a bottle of lube and then quickly dives under a blanket when he hears Billy’s approaching footsteps.

“Hey there, kitty cat.” Billy comes into view holding a whole tray with their food, cleverly arranged so he can carry everything in one trip while an ice bucket with their champagne bottles dangles on his arm.

“Here, let me get that.” Steve leans up, careful not to let the blanket slip to reveal his surprise. He takes the tray off Billy’s hands and carefully lowers it to the ground. No snacks directly in the blanket fort if they want to sleep in here tonight. Billy huffs as he puts the bucket down. Lifts his head to make eye contact with Steve, just long enough to notice the mischievous glint in his eyes- and then he leaps forward with a whoop.

Steve yelps at a sudden armful of heavy, cackling boyfriend on top of him. Billy's happiness is infectious and he quickly feels himself join in on the laughter. It's Billy's turn to kiss him, just a lightning-fast peck on the lips that makes Steve wish he'd linger just a bit longer.

They share their first glasses of champagne that tingles on Steve’s sensitive tongue, making him chase its lightness into Billy’s slick mouth. There’s the explosion of briny, salty caviar and mild cream cheese in Steve’s mouth, more sips of champagne followed by cool, smoked salmon. The sensation of the tips of Billy’s fingers against his lips when he feeds him a bite. Holding a strawberry against Billy's lips in turn, he's enthralled by watching sharp teeth pierce the red flesh. Each sip of champagne slips down his throat easily, a perfect, decadent balance to all the different flavors that have danced over his tongue- none quite as addictive as the taste of Billy, though.

And suddenly, their tray is shoved to the side. Shirts are thrown off and Billy’s pants shoved down. The second champagne bottle is halfway empty and Steve’s belly is pleasantly full and warm in satisfaction, making him wriggle in satisfaction. Next to him, Billy inches closer. Crowds into his space until Steve leans back into soft pillows, ears standing up at attention. There’s a different kind of hunger in his eyes, now.

“I got a surprise for you,” he confesses in a hushed voice and slips the blanket down to reveal his present.

“Is that for me?” Billy’s words are smooth whiskey. Sweet and sharp and running over Steve’s body in an intoxicating caress that makes him squirm in place and his tail swish in gleeful anticipation. Billy’s hands close around his soft hips and tug him closer. Thumbs dig into the recently added softness of Steve’s tummy, all plumped up for the winter. He really feels like a spoiled and pampered housecat now, all drunk on treats and alcohol and skin contact.

Billy’s eyes are dark with want when his gaze catches on soft pink lace panties that finally show in all their glory when he fully slips the blanket off.

“You take such good care of me,” Steve says quietly. He wraps his arms around Billy to pull him in and feels a thrill run through him when Billy’s erection brushes against his leg. Clearly, the surprise is a success. “I figured this would be a nice gift.” A tender kiss to his neck.

With a teasing smirk, Billy looks down at the panties. “Oh, I’m very happy.” He snaps the waistband against Steve’s side, making a shocked mew slip out at the sting and his dick respond with a twitch. “But don’t pretend you’re being all altruistic here, babe.” A finger runs over the rapidly hardening outline of his dick and comes to rest right at the head. He pushes down, enough to give a tiny drop of pressure that makes Steve writhe in place, unable to open his mouth and ask for more. There’s just Billy’s warm hand on his hip and that unrelenting point of not-enough-contact. Steve moans.

“Ah, so- so what, not like we can’t both enjoy me dressing up for you!” For a moment, the pressure lets up.

An agreeable hum. “True. You sure enjoy being my pretty boy, though, huh?” And the pressure is back again, just at the sensitive underside of the head of Steve’s dick. That place is like a switch where he’s quickly set on fire just by Billy’s fingers and knowing eyes drinking him up. A small wet spot starts to form where a splash of precome gets trapped between his dick and the fabric of his panties.

“Yeah,” Steve admits as he rolls his hips up. Seeks the pressure and attention as another drop of precome pushes out. “Would enjoy it even more if you fucked me.” That gets him a small laugh.

“Someone’s been getting too spoiled.” Billy sounds positively delighted at Steve’s whining. He can’t help it! He’s spent most of the day opening himself up as sneakily as possible whenever he could get away with it, has made himself drip with lube until his hole has felt open and tender for way too long. Especially now, with Billy hovering above him, he feels himself want a reward for putting in all this extra preparation. He blindly gropes for the lube. Smacks Billy’s hand off his dick and the bottle into his palm and then pulls the fabric of his panties to the side to reveal his twitching, loose hole.

The frown he throws at Billy’s wide-eyed expression might be more of a pout than an intimidating glare. At least there's no protest from Billy, just a determined set to his jaw as he slicks up his fingers in a practiced motion. He shifts from confusion to palpable excitement when first one, then two fingers sink inside Steve with almost no resistance.

“Oh baby,” he croons and leans even further into Steve’s space. Kisses him slow and deep as he presses his fingers in and out in a pleasant drag that finally comes close to what Steve’s been craving all day. He grabs Billy’s arms and luxuriates in the indulgent slide of their tongues against each other and the sting of Billy’s teeth at his lip. He undulates his hips to meet Billy’s movement inside him, chasing the elusive need for more.

When they separate to breathe, he groans a desperate “Come on, I’m ready” into Billy’s ear. No matter how much of a hardass Billy likes to think he is, the strung-out tone of Steve’s voice never fails to give him a palpable full-body shudder that Steve triumphantly notices.

“Fuck, fine.” Billy looks flushed, all gold and pink and glowing in the soft light surrounding them.

The panties are stretched taut over Steve’s dick. Divine, almost too much pressure that makes him squirm as he watches Billy slick himself up. Being trapped drives him a little crazy and makes it impossible to fully hold still, even as Billy clearly tries to go slow while he savoring the sight of Steve all laid out in front of him. He doesn’t want to wait anymore till Billy finally decides they’re ready and shoves his hips down. Pops the thick cockhead inside and makes them both moan at the way Steve hole flutters around it.

“You’re so goddamn hungry for my cock, huh?” Billy thrusts deeper, clearly losing composure. “Pretty princess gagging to be filled up.” Steve helplessly moans as heat pools at the base of his spine and in his belly. He desperately meets Billy’s hips and lets out a long, drawn-out whine. “Bet you can’t wait to get pumped full to carry a whole litter of kittens for me.”

It’s like Billy has found the string he needed to tug on to open the floodgates to fill Steve with an overwhelming, fierce need. To open himself up even more for Billy to claim him inside and out, deeper even than Billy’s cock thrusting into him where it drags at his insides. “Billy,” he sobs, barely coherent, and clings to his back. Digs his fingers into skin and feels strong back muscles shift underneath his hands.

A rising pressure of something primal, inexplicable pulses through him. He drinks in the sensations- of Billy’s body heat and sweat-slick skin rubbing against Steve’s. Billy’s scent that makes Steve salivate for a taste of him. His hair falls down in soft, wavy strands that frame his face and tickle Steve's skin gently. A hand lands on his soft belly, above his trapped dick steadily pulsing hot precome into tight fabric. Billy's claiming where he’s warm and soft and still desperate for more of his touch.

“Or maybe,” Billy breathes against his ear, makes his breath ghost over the sensitive fur. His hand presses down a little harder. “Maybe you’re already carrying.”

He can’t breathe. He’s blinded by the fireworks going off behind his eyelids, unable to keep them open any longer.

There’s just Billy. Inside and out. And the thought of Steve's belly, carrying a small piece of both of them.

It’s too much. He comes, orgasm rolling over him relentlessly. He cries. Scratches at Billy’s back and pushes himself into Billy’s hand, consumed by his cock spreading him wide open, lost in the thought of more. His panties are filled with pulse after pulse of warm, sticky come, trapped mess turning into a feedback loop of shivery, delightful aftershocks.

There’s the most feather-light kisses on his eyelids. Billy’s thrusts slow to an intense, shuddering grind as he empties himself deep into Steve, all satisfied moans and grunts. Finally, there’s air in Steve's lungs again. He fills his nose with deep inhales of their satisfied scents all mixed together.

They rest. Clean up a little. Put on The Breakfast Club while they wrap around each other as they trade kisses and sips of leftover Champagne. Steve’s tail is curled around the arm Billy has thrown over his hips and he purrs in sleepy contentment while his ears are being pet. “You’re gonna be such a good parent” Billy teases at some point and earns himself a light smack to the shoulder that makes him hiss in mock-hurt. Steve places a kiss where he hit to ease the light sting anyways.

#harringrove #harringrove heart-on #harringrove fic #lingerie #bottom steve #catboy!steve #pregnancy kink #(without mpreg)

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myfeetkeepdancing · 4 years ago

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A Devil’s Toy | Arvin Russell x Male!Reader

Request: Crossover where Arvin gets connected with the symbiote? Because Spidey!Arvin seems silly and unfitting but Venom!Arvin is kind of 😳😳😳

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The town you lived in was always quiet. The birds chirped happily in the tree, nature at it's best. Cars approaching from the forest road were easily heard from miles away. Sorting the groceries you just brought home, a distant sound shakes you from your thought. Fast-paced footsteps approach your house from the treeline. They certainly were running. Before you were able to shove the curtain aside, you hear a voice call out your name. Repeatedly.

"Arvin?" You speed to the door, opening it for him. "What happened?" Eyeing the dirty cloth wrapped around his lower right arm. As you looked closer, it covered most of his lower arm. You couldn't see his hand nor wrist. His eyes were narrow, heaving for air, as he clutched his other hand tightly on the cloth. This wasn't the first time Arvin came in like this. In all those years you'd known him, he got in a lot of fights, with the necessary injuries. He won most of them, but some… He knew he was outmatched, yet it is as if he didn't care. As if the greater the challenge, the bigger the appeal.

"G-Get… me… a... k-...k-knife." He stuttered through the heaving breaths, unwrapping the cloth from his arm. You seat him down at the kitchen table and quickly bring him a large knife. For what was the question right now, but you never questioned Arvin. And if you did, most of the time, he didn't answer. At first, you didn't notice any blood as the cloth opened up. His denim jacket still in good shape. You notice how nervous and anxious he is. Eyeing his surroundings constantly. Trust was something Arvin didn't have. At least in most people. You always managed with him. But something was off about Arvin. He kept everything in check. As if he was expecting something or someone.

"Help me (Y/N)-..." He snarled while ripping the last the piece of cloth from his hand. "-get this off me." Struck by fear, revolt, and sheer terror, you jolt back a few steps. Covering your mouth with one hand.

"W-Wha… What is that?!" Arvin's hand was completely black, not from sickness. As far as you knew from a first glance. Because it moved. Your bowels churned in revolt. Feeling your earlier snack rise in distaste. The tar-like ooze moved and pulsated around his hand and lower arm.

"I DON'T KNOW!" He screamed, grabbing the knife. "I don't know! Just get it off me!" Trying to scrape it off with the sharp end. He shook all over, struggling to place the blade against the moving substance. From both angles, it was impossible to decide if he was going to strike the goo or his own skin. His hesitation held the blade at bay. "Goddammit! Help me (Y/N)!" He angrily shot at you.

"C-Can you move your hand?"

"Eh… Yes... "He said, seeing them move shakingly. "I can feel it..."

"Alright… Alright…." Grabbing his coat. "Take it off." You command, pulling him onto his feet. "We have to know how far it's-…"

"(Y/N)?" He asked with widening eyes. Seeing the fear struck in your eyes. "What's-…"

Step by step, you back up from Arvin. Feeling the trembles take over your body as the level of eye contact with him slowly rises. This had to be a nightmare. What Arvin's legs once were, wrapped in jeans, were now encased in the same black ooze from earlier. Forming a new pair of legs for him. And rapidly consuming the rest of his frame. The stuff that ate away at Arvin had towered over you faster than you could believe. Slowly stepping your way. Only Arvin's face now left. You wanted to scream out your lungs, call for Arvin. Wanted to help him. But all sense had left you. Terror had overcome you. Especially when you saw the rows of gigantuous, white razor-sharp teeth erupt out from the black being's skin. Engulfing Arvin's face from its forehead and chin. In a matter of seconds, Arvin had disappeared completely. Taken by the black pulsating goo that stood before you. A pair of white oval eyes stared at you as the jawline with long teeth stretched into what could be described as a smile.

With your back against the wall, the only response you could muster was throwing the closest thing beside you at it. A cup. It did nothing. The black mass towered over you as your legs buckled and crashed to the floor. "A-A...A-...Arvin...??"

"Well hello…" The creature spoke with a haunting voice. "Arvin is currently occupied... elsewhere." Chuckling to himself. As its jaws opened, your nightmare was complete. A red, ribbed, slimy tentacle of a tongue stretched outwards. Licking its so-called teeth. "He'll be fine, though." Approaching you, as you tried to crawl away. "I promise." It smiled; the drips of slime dangled from its teeth. "For now, I am hungry..."

"P-P-Please… I…" You pleaded, covering your eyes with your arms. Shielding you from the horror that was in front of you. The tears finally showing. Its arms were massive, bulking masses of muscles. It claws with sharp talons close to striking distance.

"Ooooow." It arched back up. "I see... "Nodding in sudden amusement at your shuddering frame, held in a fetus position. "Now, I get it." It chuckled. "I get it." Looking around the room. "I can't touch your lover." You notice the innards of the black ooze struggle and fight.

"A-Arvin's still in there…?"

"Oh, Yes." It said before the black ooze curled back from Arvin's face. Revealing him alive, and surprisingly well.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)!" He said. "There was this truck-" And as Arvin was telling his story, you notice the body language of the thing. Mimicking Arvin's way of speaking. As if Arvin was controlling the black ooze. But somehow was also… alive? Sentient? The story was impossible to follow as you watch the movements, streamlined with Arvin's. This was impossible. But you were glad Arvin was alive.

"Wh-... What was that about-... about...?" You shook your head, conflicted by so many things. "I have so many questions."

There was little time for Arvin to react as the ooze slipped back over his face. He protested; you could see the struggle. But somehow, the ooze retook control. "Sorry lovey-doveys… But it's time. Allow me to introduce myself." Bowing before you. "I'm Venom, and Arvin here-..." Tapping its belly. "-...is my new host." Laughing amusingly. "Together, we're going to have so much fun."

It's pale white eyes stared at you, as if it was expecting something from you. "And you are?" It asked. "It's customary to introduce yourself to newcomers."

"(Y/N)." You said in a shaken voice. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Well, I already knew that." It looked back up again. "I played along, out of kindness." Giving you a nod and a smile. Before turning its attention back to its surroundings. "Anyway. I hear them." It stopped, eyeing the direction the sound came from. It doesn't take much for your trained ears to hear the footsteps in the distance. The rushed, fast-paced ones. Cracking leaves and branches as they approached. Some walked with a determined stride. But they were with many.

"I thought it was you at first." It quipped back, showing you a sort of smile. "But I was wrong. Sorry!" The smile was highly uncomfortable to watch, the rows of teeth showing high and wide. The stench was something that came second. But not any better.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about." Keeping your eyes on the lumbering figure standing in the room. It somehow had a muscular physique to it, despite the otherwordly colors. Black and rippled with some sort of veins protruding from its so-called skin. It's highly disturbing to look at.

"Little Arvin and I will explain later." Moving its arm towards you. Every movement made you jump. Especially this, seeing its talons close in. "Don't worry." It smiled, seeing you repulse from fear, with your back against the wall. "I won't hurt you." It said, but its tone was more taunting than comfortable at this point.

"Take this." Opening his black oozing hand to you. The skin bubbled and moved as something began to emerge. From the torso, something slid underneath the skin towards the hand. The happening alone made you sick. "Arvin won't need it." Revealing the gun, you knew Arvin carried with him from time to time. "He has a better weapon now." He grinned, tossing it in your lap as it looked for the newcomers.

"W-Wh… What do I do?" You've had practice with a gun. That was a fact. Arvin had shown you, taught you. But at this point. You were completely blank—pulling at the magazine. Trying to get the damn mechanism to work. But your shaking hands struggle to make anything work right now.

"You phew phew that thingie-... "Pointing at the gun with its talons. "-at any one of those outside." It said while watching you struggle. "Plenty of targets."

"I… I… don't…" You stammer, dropping it to the floor. "Fuck…!" Cursing more under your breath while you clammy hands struggle to pick it up.

You recoil back against the wall, not that you could go further. The oozes torso ripple and move as you saw Arvin reach out. His entire upper torso revealing from the black ooze. "Come 'ere." He said while handling the gun. Cocking and reloading it. It surprised you to see Arvin this relaxed. Normally his anger would have surfaced and lost control over the situation. But now, he seemed convinced about what was about to happen.

You jump scare a little as a magazine for the gun popped into your lap. "Found this in his back pocket." Venom said as the hole in his shoulder closed.

He took your one hand, his grip firm and reassuring, warm to the touch, to the point of bolstering your confidence. For a moment, you're lost in each other eyes, feeling a sense of humanity return. Bringing you back as he helped to put your fingers on the gun. Closing your second hand around the other. "Use it if you have to." He said. "Stay safe."

"Arvin… How do we know if they're-" Your voice was cut off. The air knocked from your lungs. As the world around you was reduced to splinters, smoke, and glass. Eardeafening explosions shook you to the very bone. It all happened so fast. In that split second, the door at the other end of the room was reduced to mere splinters. Chunks of wood scattered across the floor and dug itself into softer material than itself. A loud ring sounded in your ears as you lost your bearings completely. Your vision had doubled, twice, or thrice—more than enough to see Venom move away from you. Through the whirling dust and flying wood splinters, you see it darting across the floor. The room wasn't that big, but in an instance, it sat upon the figure standing in the doorframe. Its scream didn't reach your ear because it didn't have time to. You shouldn't have blinked, but your ramshackle mind had too. Before you had any further chance to see what was happening. The figure had disappeared. Leaving Venom standing there, licking its teeth with that weird-looking tongue.

You jolt back into life as you feel the air coming back into your lungs. Coughing the dust and dirt up from your windpipe, it had forced itself in. A shock racked your frame as an object hit your foot. "Keep that safe." Venom's voice called out, noticing the large shotgun in front of you. Before you looked up and responded to him. Venom was already gone. Luckily your vision had begun to come back. To your shock, around you was a circle of splinters and fragments of other metal embedded deep into the wall. Struck by panic again, you check yourself. Hands, legs, arms. A relieved smile cracked your lips. You weren't hurt. Venom and Arvin had most certainly protected you from the blast. Seeing the damage all around you. It was one mass of destruction. With your courage gathered, and like any natural instinct kicking in, you try to get up on your legs. Water. You needed water. And eye the sink.

Shards of glass shatter across the counter as you duck back to the floor. You try to stay low, hunched as the sound of gunshots increased. The automatic fire increased as voices called out. Unfamiliar and loud. Commands were given. Screaming, yelling. They must have seen you as the bullets tore through the windows. The impact clearly seen on the walls. Ripping and tearing through every inch of the house. You duck lower to the ground. Terrified to the bone. Frames falling from the wall, and shelves coming loose. Everything went flying as the bullets tore it all apart. You didn't dare to look up. Broken glass and furniture flew through the air. Nothing was safe. Feeling the chances of survival slim by every passing moment.

Outside was this constant carnage, ripped screams. Trees being felled and branches snapping like twigs in a storm. It was a warzone outside. You could hear it, feel it—the tearing of limbs and flesh. The cries of the injured were short-lived. If there were any at all. With the sense of time and place lost in the heat of battle. The sound of battle and slowly began dying down. Less and less guns were being fired. Arvin better returns in one piece; you prayed to the Lord. In a moment like this, faith was a scapegoat option. Because you felt helpless and prayed for a good outcome.

The sound of someone approaching across the porch nailed you to the floor. Once the bullets had started tearing through the walls, surely targeting you, you had fallen to the floor. Flat on your stomach in the dirt and debris. Praying for your life. And now you lay there, with the gun in reach of you. You frantically crawl towards it, realizing too late that you were trudging through the glass splinters. But the adrenaline kept you going. Your fingers shuddered across the cold metal of the gun. Struggling to get a grip on it again.

As the heavy treads of boots stamped across the porch towards the already blasted open door. The voice of a man, different than Arvin's. Talking to someone. Tears had already flooded your vision as you brought the iron sights up along your eyesight. Clouding your vision. The gun shook terribly in your hand, as you crawled back up against the wall where you sat earlier. Countless holes had penetrated through the wall, now shafts of light shining through. It's mystical to see the dust flying around in the sudden silence. Only focused on the impending footsteps.

You squinted your eyes, trying to avoid the look on the person's face once you had pulled the trigger. You knew the mechanism; it was rough. Requiring a strong pull on the trigger to fire. "ARVIN!" You screamed from the top of your lungs. Crying out for help. "VENOM!" Tears rolled down your cheeks as your gaze swept to the other end size. The backdoor flew open with force.

"Son of a bitch is here!" Another voice called from the back. Taking steps into the house. Hearing the floor creak under the weight. You swing the gun back and forth. Not sure who was going to show up first. Either way, they were closing in on you. You knew the layout better than the intruders. You knew where the backdoor was, and how he had to walk down the hallway into the kitchen. You swing back to the front door. The one in the back had to be a few footsteps away from you.

The flash blinded you for a moment, rocking your entire frame as the gun fired its bullet down the barrel. Smashing through the wooden wall into the hallway. Splintering chunks of wood across the floor and into the hallway. A hushed curse came from the hallway. Your eyes catch movement at the front door. Everything went so fast. The man appeared in the doorway, almost in a veil-like light, holding a rifle. When a tentacle of blackness shot up into its side. Gurgled screams shot up from its shuddering frame. His arms go limb as the rifle hits the floor, and disappears as fast as he appeared. Not a scream, nothing. Just gone. A glimpse of white eyes and teeth are more than enough to reassure Venom and Arvin were there. A relief. Seeing the black mass surge past the doorframe off the hallway. A short burst of automatic fire forced you back into that scared fetal position as it connected with all sorts of pottery in the kitchen beside you. Piercing through the wall, shattering plates, pans, and cups. But silenced with a gurgle of blood and air, followed by a hard thud on the floor. The only thing you could hear was your own ragged breath and spend cartridges rolling on the floor.

"(Y/N)?" Arvin sped around the corner, seeing the last of Venom's skin disappear behind him. "You alright?" You nodded as you caught your breath, slowly sitting yourself back up again. Arvin didn't need an answer. He saw the small cuts and splinters in your forearm. He looked around through the destruction, searching that familiar cabinet that now had fallen to the floor. Kicking the broken pieces away with his feet. Fishing the first aid out. By now, he knew quite well where to find it. Approaching you with a caring look on his face, yet also a smile. A rare smile for Arvin. "You look like shit." He said, looking down at you with that same taunting smile.

"T-That's..." You laughed but was interrupted by a rough coughing fit. "T-That's my line."

"Not today." Handing you a bottle of liquor, he found lying on the floor, surprising intact. "Just like old times. But this time…" He kneeled in front of you, brushing the dust from your lips with his other hand. "I'll help you." Cupping your cheeks in his hands. Your heart already raced from earlier. But in that split second, it skipped several. So it was true what Venom said; that was the last thing that crossed your mind. Before his lips connected with yours. Kissing you with great care and precision. The world had already fallen silent, but now there was nothing more but you and Arvin. "Thank you." You mumbled into the slowly sloppier kiss.

"No problem." Venom responded in his dark voice before Arvin could. The silence was broken by the two of you chuckling softly in each others' embrace. It was true. Venom had done so much for the two of you. He was the reason you both were alive. And together. Finally.

"You still have a lot to learn, Arvin." You groan, locking your jaw as you observe him struggle with the pincers. Trying to remove the last shards and splinters of glass and wood from your arm.

"Sit still." He leaned upwards, giving you a kiss. "I need to concentrate." Ticking the bottle with his pincers, as a sign of telling you to drink.

"How can I... when you kiss me like that." Arvin's proud glance at you said more than enough. With his other hand, he guided the bottle upwards to your lip. He knew how much pain you were having. The adrenaline had worn off quicker than you expected. Arvin knew that all too well. "The preacher won't approve of us." You sighed, rolling your head back against the wall. The liquor slowly numbing your senses.

"And he ain't a good one, you know that." Arvin hissed. The rest of his muttering was impossible to hear. And it might be for the better. From day one, Arvin didn't have a good hunch about that preacher. But he was shut up by his sister. She believed in him, like so many others.

"Ow, I want to pay him a visit." Venom said, emerging on a string of gooiness beside Arvin's head. "Let's have some fun with him." He smiled viciously. "I can read your mind, Arvin. You hate him. All the more reason to."

"Won't hurt to teach him a lesson…?" Arvin looked at you for approval. As if he needed that from you. You and Arvin were on the same level on so many things. The preacher was one of them. You also didn't go to church for the longest time. To the disapproval of many in the town. But it made the Sunday morning one hell of a good morning. Arvin stopped going too and came around your place at that every Sunday morning.

"You know how I think about him." You grinned. "But what about all this?" Eyeing the interior of your house. "It's ruined." The destruction all around was immense. Bullets had torn everything apart. The table and chairs, reduced to chunks of wood. Large shotgun shells had blasted holes through the walls and wreaked havoc on the interior. It's a wonder the walls were still standing. "I can't live here anymore…"

"I don't know…" Arvin looked around, raking his fingers through his brown curls, lost in his thoughts.

"And how about all those bodies?" The thought had just crossed your mind. You hadn't seen one, but there had to be at least ten of them scattered around your house and littering the forest.

"I'm still hungry…" Venom said, showing its row of teeth, smiling very broadly.

"He ate most of them…" Arvin said, as if that was giving any comfort.

"And then...Arvin? What's next?"

Arvin's gaze was locked elsewhere, thoughts far beyond the room, but said nothing. He hunched on his knees, turned around, and sat himself down beside you. "I don't know…" He sighed, resting his head against the wall. "But we'll figure something out." Putting his arm around you. Resting your head against one another, watching the dust dance in the air through the beams of sunlight, shining through the bullets holes. "Together."

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queen-yalo · 4 years ago

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FF XV | Headcanons | Dating the Chocobros

Request: Some relationship headcanons with Chocobros? [by Anon]

A/N: I want all of them, okay? Okay. ALSO I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SOOOO LONG!! I’m slowly getting back into writing from my block. UGH writer’s block SUCKS! >_< Hope you enjoy!

Pairing(s): Gladiolus Amicitia x reader; Ignis Scientia x reader; Noctis Lucis Caelum x reader; Prompto Argentum x reader

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• Most protective boyfriendTM. Gladio always has his eyes on you, ready to defend you from anything and anyone that’s threatening you in anyway. It doesn’t even matter if you can actually fight for yourself or not - he’s gonna be there and kick some serious butt if you’re in danger or uncomfortable or whatever.

• Outdoor-dates are a must. As we know this man loooooves to be outside and he’d be thrilled if you would share this passion with him. If you’re not a huge fan of the outdoors, he appreciates it even more if you agree to go camping or hiking with him.

• As we know, he trains a lot. And sometimes he just goes a little too far and gets some injuries. so, patching him up after training or after a day out with his friends becomes a normal thing for you. A scratch here, a torn muscle there... luckily enough, he never comes home with any serious injuries.

• Gladio is a gentle giant - and actually very romantic. He’s not the type to take you out for dinner or prepare a fance candle light dinner himself. He’s more the type to build blanket forts and prepare everything for cuddly movie nights.

• He loves physical affection. He’s always touching your hand, having an arm around your waist, kissing you... there’s no stopping him. Not even in public. He doesn’t mind the stares. He loves showing everybody that you belong to him. ♥

• Ignis is such a gentleman. He always makes sure you are comfortable, he pampers and compliments you at every chance he gets.

• He will prepare you three meals every day. Breakfast, lunch and dinner - no excuses, no discussions. Sometimes you’re allowed to join him in the kitchen and help him with preparing your meals - but usually when he’s cooking, the kitchen is off limits for you (or anybody for that matter).

• He will get you a gift every week! It could be flowers, sweets, a book you wanted to read, a game you wanted to play, your favorite pastries (which he made himself of course), a new necklace, earrings... he will never fail to surprise you. 10/10 would marry, including me.

• Ignis is - without a doubt - the best listener on the planet. Not only does he listen to your venting or rambling... but he also makes sure he understands why certain things bother you and asks before he gives you any kind of advice. He also doesn’t judge you. He wants to hear everything you have to say, encourages you to talk to him about anything you want and he wants you to trust him.

• He’s a textbook-romantic. Long and hot baths after a stressful day, the tub surrounded by candles? Yup. Candle-light dinner (homemade of course!) for your anniversary? Got that. Cuddling on the couch for hours on end, in dim lighting, watching crappy movies and binge-eating snacks? Absolutey. Speaking of cuddles... he loves them. Doesn’t matter if it’s in the morning, at night or in a rare quiet minute of his day. No further explanation needed.

• Fishing dates! Fishing dates! Fishing dates! There’s nothing better than spending the day far away from any other human being, somewhere in the wilderness at a quiet lake, watching your boyfriend fish... is there?

• Prepare for an endless array of events, galas, balls, ceremonies... you’re dating the Prince of Lucis and people expect you and him to get married sometime in the future. They basically already view you as their queen.

• You definitely have your own personal guard(s). Noctis doesn’t want anything to happen to you so when you go out into the city, meet your friends, whatever - you will have at least one shadow following you at all times.

• Regular tea dates with Regis! When Noctis is training with Gladio or working with Ignis on some paperwork, you and Regis will have tea (or coffee, whatever you prefer). Regis wants to get to know his son’s girlfriend aka future daughter-in-law. He likes you and he approves of your relationship. (And i also feel like having tea with Regis would be so much fun, he seems like a really nice man. ;-;)

• Sleeping in whenever possible. And cuddling while doing so. Noctis is a very heavy sleeper too, so once you’re in his arms there’s no escape. He will not let go of you unless you wake him up. Koala-mode level 499. He has almost perfected it. Almost.

• 10/10 supportive boyfriend. Doesn’t matter what it is that you’re doing - Prompto is there to support you and cheer you on. Whole-heartedly. He’s not faking it. He genuinly believes in you and wants to see you succeed.

• Prompto does that thing that animals do sometimes when they want attention. He pokes you with his nose. You’re reading a book and he wants cuddles. He gets reeeeeaaaal close, puts his head on your shoulder... and then rubs his nose on your cheek gently, until you get the hint. Don’t be mad at him pls, he’s just a very soft and shy boi. ;-;

• You’re his No. 1 Model! He constantly takes pictures of you. Whether you’re posing for him or just doing everyday things, it doesn’t matter. He thinks you look perfect on every single picture and he wants to keep them all. But - being the wonderful, loving, supportive boyfriend he is - he lets you look through all the pics and deletes the ones you really hate.

• He teaches you how to properly use a gun. Just in case. He would never want you to go on hunts and he hopes you never have to use a gun. But... just in case something bad happens, he wants to make sure you can protect yourself if necessary.

• He loooooves playing with your hair. Whether it’s short, long or a wig... it’s just so intimate and therapeutic for him, he can’t stop himself from reaching out and running his fingers through your hair (braiding it, if possible). Another thing that he really loves are imperfections. Whenever he feels like you struggle with something concerning your body, he makes sure to give some extra love to that bodypart. Kissing stretchmarks or scars, running his hands over “jiggly” areas, etc. He just.... loves you. So much. ALL of you. Including your imperfections. Or rather... especially your imperfections.

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icyberriies · 4 years ago

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Forbidden Love

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom’s in love with you, the only problem is you’re dating his best friend.

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Language, unedited

A/N: This is a repost from an all account.

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“I swear to fucking god, I can’t get her out of my head.” Tom swore, shooting at the clay pigeons being launched into the sky.

“What do you mean?” his brother, Harry, asked.

“I mean. I go to bed, she’s on my mind. I wake up, she’s on my mind. I’m beating information out of a dickhead, guess fucking what, she’s on my fucking mind. It’s driving me insane.” He sighed, chucking his gun onto the table.

“If you need to, take some time. Travel somewhere. Cross something off your bucket list.” Harry said, earning an eye roll and a huff from his brother.

“I don’t have a bucket list and I don’t want to go anywhere.” Tom snapped. “I want to stop thinking about her.”

“I get that Tom, I really-“

“No you don’t.” Tom interrupted. “You don’t get it. You don't get what’s it’s like to be in love with your best mate’s girlfriend.”

“Shit!” Harry exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were in love with her.”

“Well, I am. Fuck! What do I do?” He shouted.

“Take a break. You’re never going to get over her if you’re constantly around her.”

“But I don’t want to not see her. I want to see her everyday, preferably in my bed in the mornings. If this is all I can get then I’ll take it.”

“This isn’t going to be good for you, Tom.”

“I don’t care. I’m not going anywhere.”

“If you think that’s best.”

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You arched your back, the muscles stretching in the right way. You rolled over, curling back into Harrison’s side.

“Morning, love.’ He spoke. You only mumbled in response. ‘I forgot you weren’t a morning person.” He chuckled before gently rolling you back over so he could get up.

“I’ve got to go to work. Will you be okay?”

“Yeah.’ You sighed. ‘Tom will be here right?” He hummed in agreement. ‘Then I’ll be fine, baby.”

“Ok. Let me know if Tom gets on your nerves.” He teased.

“I will.” You giggled, pulling the duvet over your head.

Three hours passed when a piercing ring echoed around the room. You pressed the answer button and brought the phone up to your ear, without looking at the ID.

“Hello?” Your voice came out a lot more croaky than you expected so you cleared your throat.

“We need you in your office as soon as possible.” The voice crackled through.

“Why? It’s saturday.” You whined.

“Because we have someone who may know something about the Smith double homicide and robbery.” He answered.

“Oh shit! I’m on my way.” You hung up and got out of bed, throwing on a pair of leggings and one of Harrison’s hoodies. You grabbed a snack from the kitchen and left the house.

When you got to the office, you were given a run down from the head of the security and ushered into the room.

A half hour later you were annoyed beyond belief.

“For fucks sake,” you cried, “Just tell me where it is.”

“Never.” The guy spat.

“Dude.” You sighed. “You’re tied to a chair and you have blood dripping down your face and you think you have the upper hand in this situation. Are you insane?”

“Probably but you still need to try a lot harder than this to get me to talk.”

“What is it that will get you to talk? Everyone has that weak spot, the thing that gets them to crack. What’s yours?” You asked, running the blade over his thigh, not hard enough to cut.

“You’ll never know.” He hissed.

“Hmmmmm. I wouldn’t be too sure. Take him to the cells.” You instructed the men standing by the door.

“You're too pussy to do anything, huh?”

“No.” You stepped closer to him. “I want you to go crazy from the anticipation. Get him out of my sight.”

You watched the security team drag him out the room, as you wipe your hands clean. Satisfied that no one was nearby, you threw your knife at the wall, the blade getting stuck in the wall.

“Fuck sake.”

“You might want to be careful, darling.” You knew that voice anywhere.

“Hi Tommy,’ You missed the way his breath hitched at the nickname, ‘Could you grab that for me?” You asked, gesturing to the knife in the wall. You took a second to really look at him, noticing the way his shoulders were slightly hunched and he had a far away look in his warm brown eyes.

He blinked slowly at you, reminding you of an owl, “Pardon?”

“The knife? Could you get it for me please?” He nodded and pulled it out of the wall, handing it back to you. You looked up, noticing the close proximity between the two of you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled.

“No problem, darling.” Fuck. Why did your heart speed up at that and why were you suddenly nervous.

“I’ve got to go.” You said, wanting to escape the situation.

“Of course,” He stepped back and rubbed the back of his neck. Why did you find that adorable? You got to the door before he spoke up again. ‘Hold up! Will I see you at the party tonight?”

“Of course, Tommy. Harrison’s going so I will too.” Right. Harrison. Your boyfriend.

“Oh right. I’ll see you later.” He sighed.

“Of course.” You left quickly after that.

Later at the party, Harrison had left you by the bar to talk to someone or other, you kinda zoned out when he told you. You were standing at the bar, ordering a new drink when Tom walked up.

“How are you? Where’s Harrison?” He asked, leaning over the bar to order a drink.

“I’m bored, Tom.’ You whined. ‘And he went somewhere to talk to someone.”

“You saying he left you alone?” He asked, tilting his head in the cutest way. **No. You have a boyfriend and you love him.**

“Yup.” You said, popping the p. Tom smiled, finding it adorable. **No. You have a boyfriend and you love him. But I love you.** He was brought out of his thoughts by you.

“I’m going to he-‘ you started before being interrupted by the DJ.

“Ok. So. I don’t usually do this but Harrison here,’ he placed his hand on Harrison's shoulder, ‘has a little question he would like to ask his girlfriend. Y/n, can you step forward please?” You start walking towards Harrison. When you reached him the rest of the party guests had formed a circle around the two of you.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now. I've been wanting to do this for ages.’ He knelt down and you covered your mouth, your eyes flicking up to Tom. ‘I had a full speech prepared for this and now I’m here my minds gone blank,’ that prompted a soft chuckle from all of your audience, all except Tom. ‘Y/n. I love you. I’m not going to make this too sappy because I know how much you hate that. I’ve known you were the one for not that long to be honest. I never thought I’d find the one. It was when we were laying in bed and you were doing the crossword in the newspaper, you noticed a spelling mistake. I’d never realised how in love with you I am before that.’ Tom couldn’t take it. He couldn’t stand here listening to his best mate pour his heart out to you, knowing you’ll return the words. “I’ve never felt like this before. So I’m going to bite the bullet and ask you this. Y/n, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me.” The crowd ‘awed’ and you looked up at Tom, who wasn’t where he was last.

“I- I’m sorry. I can’t.” You heard a collective gasp from the surrounding audience before you turned on your heel and ran out of the hall.

You pushed open the outside doors to the hall and called a cab, not noticing Tom behind you. By the time you got home, Tom was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

“Hey.” You murmured.

“Hi.’ He sighed, deciding to get it over and done with. He spoke up, feeling his heart shatter. ‘Let’s see the ring then.”

“I didn’t say yes, Tom.” He looked up at you, with his eyebrows furrowed, confusion painting his face.

“I thought you loved him.”

“I thought so to Tom.” You stepped closer, bringing a hand up to his cheek.

“Then why did you say no?” He held your wrist and nuzzled his face into your palm.

“Because as much as I love Harrison. I’m in love with someone else.” You felt Tom’s breath hitch against your palm.

**Please know it’s you.** you begged in your head.

“W-who is it?” **Please be me.** Tom begged in his head, closing his eyes.

“It’s you. It’s always been you.” His eyes shot open. Neither of you are sure who started leaning in first but the next thing you knew was Toms lips were pressed against yours so perfectly. His lips were surprisingly soft, he tasted like mint and something was so distinctively Tom.

“I love you, Tom.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you too.” He replied, pulling you closer to him.

“What about Harrison?” He asked, against your lips.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow. It’s getting late.” You reassured him.

“I feel bad though.”

“You want me to talk to him now?” You asked, pulling away from his lips.

“God no. Come to bed.” He started pulling you in the direction of his room.

“Ok.”

He pushed open his bedroom door with his foot and looked back at you.

“This isn’t a joke between you and Harrison, is it?” He asked,

“God no. Why would you think that?”

“I’ve been in love with you for so long that I can’t help thinking you knew and you're taking the piss.” He replied.

“I’m not. This is forever, Tom.”

“And always?” He ducked slightly, placing his forehead on yours.

“Forever and always.” You nodded, pressing your lips to his.

#icyberriies writes #tom holland #tom x reader #tom holland x you #tom x y/n #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n

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one-sad-human · 4 years ago

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•Fun At The Fair• Steven Alder

Pairing: Steven Adler x Reader

Requested? Yes! By an anon

Theme: Fluff

Warnings: Some language

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: —

"Let's take a road trip," Steven says from besides you on the couch. You look over at him, your eyes swimming with uncertainty.

"Like, right now?" He nods, his blonde hair bouncing with the sharp movement. You stare at him incredulously.

You're used to Steven being rather impulsive, especially with his newfound freedom from not being with Guns n Roses anymore, but this was worse than usual.

"Where do you even want to go?" He shrugs and taps on your legs, which were resting on his lap. He suddenly looks up, a huge smile on his face.

"An amusement park! There's one an hour away." He pushes your legs off of him in excitement, causing them to hit the floor with a thump. You wince slightly before getting up and following Steven.

"What are you doing?" You ask as your boyfriend grabs a small bag.

"Packing snacks! We're definitely gonna need some."

"You're serious about the amusement park?"

"Of course! I think it'll be fun, do you not want to go?" He pauses packing and looks at you, disappointment already in his blue eyes. His lips jut out in a slight pout, and you can't say 'no' to the saddened look.

"Sure, Stevie, sounds fun." His bright smile returns, and he rushes to you to peck your lips before returning to his original task. You walk off into the bedroom to get dressed, still thinking about why he would want to take such a sudden trip.

"You almost ready, baby?" Steven calls out from the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a second." You pull on the loose and comfortable tee shirt that you stole from Steven's side of the closet before walking back to the kitchen.

You notice the way Steven's pupils dilate with lust, they always did when you wore his clothes.

"Ready to go?" You ask.

"I just have to go grab something, I'll be quick." Steven scurries off to the bedroom, leaving you very confused.

You shake your head, very used to his strange antics. You figure he just had to get his wallet and shrug off how weird he's acting.

Steven walks back out, his smile not as bright but instead twinged with a bit of nervousness.

"Ok, let's go!"

The first twenty minutes to Steven's favorite amusement park is full of music and laughter. You sang along to whatever played on the radio and Steven watched with pure adoration the whole time.

"I love you," he says suddenly, making you pause mid-lyric of Queen's Somebody To Love.

"I love you, too." You grab his hand from the steering wheel to give a kiss to his knuckles before returning to belting out lyrics. He gives you another shaky smile. "Are you sure you're ok? You've been acting weird since we left."

"Why wouldn't I be ok?" He asks, turning the question back on you.

"I don't know why you wouldn't be ok, that's why I'm asking." Steven shrugs, tapping a beat you don't recognize on the steering wheel.

You sigh, shaking your head before taking your eyes off him and looking out at the road. The sun was already just starting to set despite it being early, making you realize that going to an amusement park at the very end of summer wasn't a great idea on Steven's part.

You continue badgering Steven about what's bothering him. But he still wouldn't answer, only sending a small anxious smile and telling you not to worry.

You give up after a half hour of asking. You know he'd eventually tell you, he was never very good at keeping secrets. Until then, you decided it was going to be a nice day with no worries.

Twenty minutes later, you arrive at the amusement park. Steven's nervousness completely disappeared the second he saw the bright lights of the rides and games.

It wasn't too busy, the time people usually visit theme parks had already passed. Steven grabs your hand as soon as you exit the car, already sprinting to the gate. You laugh and allow him to guide you to the ticket booth.

Steven lets go of your hand only to pay for the tickets before grabbing you again and rushing you over to the biggest roller coaster there. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find his excitement adorable.

You were never a big fan of amusement parks, the crowds made you nervous and the rides just made you nauseous. However, seeing Steven running around with the biggest grin he could muster made up for it.

"What next?" He asks, having calmed down a little since you got there. You look around, the sun having completely set making the ride's bright lights shine brighter than before.

"You want to take a break?" You point at the food vender. Steven's smile drops a bit but nods anyway. You take his hand and lead him over, him ordering a hotdog and you ordering something a bit lighter. Your stomach was still swimming thanks to the ride Steven dragged you on.

"You're having fun, right?" Steven asks, taking a bite of his food.

"Of course! I'm with you," you say and lean over to peck his cheek. He beams, taking his blue eyes off you to look around.

"Ferris wheel next?" Steven asks, voice tinged with something you can't decipher.

"Yeah, come on!" You stand, grabbing his hand and rushing his to the Ferris wheel. It's the one ride you always liked, you loved the view and the feeling of wind on your face.

Steven grows antsier the closer you get to the ride. His hands shake and his fingers are constantly fumbling together. But you, totally enthralled by the ride, don't notice.

The guy at the front grabs the two tickets from Steven's shaky hands. You jump into the little cart, Steven quickly handing the guy a ten before following you.

You go around the wheel, taking in the sights of the stars and the city lights of California. The ride stops while you're at the top.

"What happened?" You ask, confusion dripping from your face.

"I slipped the guy a ten," Steven says with a shy grin. You shake your head with a laugh.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" Steven nods, not looking at the night sky at all but at you.

"You really are," he says quietly. You look back at your boyfriend, blushing lightly with a smile. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Steven beams again before grabbing something from his back pocket— albeit with some struggle.

"And you're the only girl for me. You're the only one who's always been there for me, whether I'm fucked up on drugs or sad or having a hard time, you're always there."

You tear up slightly. The black velvet box sitting in his calloused hands making your heart beat wildly.

"And I promise to always be there for you, too. No matter what happens, I'll always help you with whatever you need. Will you marry me?" Steven cracks open the box, showing a gorgeous ring. Your birthstone sat in the middle, and the band wasn't plain but engraved with a beautiful design.

"Yes! Yes of course!" You beam through the tears, smashing your lips to Steven's. The ride begins the move again, startling you away from Steven.

"You didn't even put the ring on!" Steven says, laughing and trying to grab your hand. You let him slip the ring on your finger before getting off the ride.

Maybe amusement parks weren't too bad after all.

#requests are still open!#steven adler x reader #steven Adler #steven Adler fluff #steven adler imagine #guns n’ roses x reader #guns n roses #Guns N’ Roses imagine #request

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fangirlxwritesx67 · 4 years ago

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This Is Halloween

This Is Halloween 3600 words, rated G for Genfic

Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester x Rowena, Castiel, Jody Mills x Donna Hanscum Canon adjacent, mentions of loss, nothing spookier than a skeleton shark coochie tray

None of this would’ve happened without @dawnie1988 giving me ideas, feedback, and cheering me on. Read and repeated discussion by @there-must-be-a-lock as well as read by @mskathywriteswords. The title is a nod to my Squad who provide more love and support than I can ever say thank you for!

***

“Sam, Dean!” Jack’s voice called out over the balcony as the door to the bunker slammed behind him.

Startled, Dean jumped up, reaching for the gun he kept tucked in his waistband.

“No, wait.” Sam stilled him with one hand on his arm. He heard excitement, not alarm, in Jack's words. He spoke in a low voice. “I think this is good.”

Jack clattered down the stairs and ran across the stone floor, sliding to a halt in front of the Winchester brothers.

“Do you know about Halloween?!” he exclaimed breathlessly. Dean rolled his eyes, while Sam shook his head, each waiting for the other to answer. Finally Dean spoke up.

“Uh, yeah, Jack, we do. What about it?”

“See, I went to the grocery store, for snacks, and there was a whole aisle of spooky stuff, skeletons, although they weren’t scientifically correct.” Jack’s brow furrowed as he thought about that. “And candy, so much candy! So I asked the cashier and she said it was Halloween, and people have parties, and everything!”

“I looked it up in my phone. People dress up! There’s food and games!” Jack’s words tumbled over one another in his eagerness. “Do you think we could do Halloween? Do you think we could have a party?!”

“Do you really think, a party, here in the bunker --” Dean began.

“What you have to understand about Halloween is --” Sam started to say.

Both of them trailed off into silence. Jack’s face, beaming up at them, was so eager, so hopeful. Sure, they had their own issues with Halloween. But why put that burden on him?

Finally Sam drew a deep breath. “Okay, Jack. What if we had a Halloween party, here in the bunker?”

“We could invite everyone we know! Cas, of course, all of our friends! We could all dress in costume, have snacks, it would be loads of fun, please oh please?”

Dean turned to Sam, concern written across his face. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Sam nodded. “Jack is right. It sounds like fun.”

“Yes, okay? Thank you, thank you so much. You guys are the best!” Jack hugged first Sam, then Dean, before turning to leave. “I can’t wait to text Cas! Of course he’ll want to come.”

Dean turned to his younger brother. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I know how you feel about this holiday.”

Sam set his chin, his lips thin. “We can’t live in the past forever. Too much has happened over the years.”

“But Halloween-”

Sam drew in a deep breath. “Halloween was the last time I saw the love of my life alive and happy, okay? It still hurts, when I think about it. “But Jack is our family, you know? He’s really just a kid, and we both want the best for him. If this is what makes him happy, I’m good with it.”

After a long moment, Dean clapped him on the shoulder. “Okay. As long as you mean that.” Sam nodded, so Dean continued. “I guess I’ve got to figure out what this kid thinks you eat at a Halloween party.”

The brothers didn’t see Jack again until dinnertime. They soon realized that he must have spent most of the afternoon on the internet, researching Halloween. Ideas spilled from his lips, one right after the other: carving pumpkins, themed cupcakes, lights on the walls, presents under the Haunting Tree-

“Hold up.” Dean stopped him with an upraised hand. “I think maybe you researched a little too hard and are getting your holidays mixed up. We can do some of those things, not all of them. We have a week, let’s make a plan.”

“Dean, you’ll cook for the party, won’t you? Sam can help me with decorations. Cas is already coming, and I will invite Donna and Jody. Oh, and Rowena!”

“No Rowena.” Dean shook his head sternly.

Next to him, Sam smirked, knowing that it was a battle Dean would never win, outnumbered two to one.

***

Jack decided the library was the perfect room for a party, and he had grand plans to cover every wall and shelf with decorations. His internet searches kept turning up more and more ideas and party themes, each more elaborate than the last.

At first, Sam tried to keep things simple and inexpensive, but after a while, he gave in. He took Jack shopping, let him buy the silly spooky stuff that caught his eye. What the hell, he thought to himself, the credit cards were fake anyway. He only put his foot down when it came to anything gory or macabre. They had enough of that the rest of the year.

Jack’s favorite purchase of all was a fake electronic raven. It was motion sensitive, and when someone triggered it, it would caw or cackle or call out “Nevermore.” He thought it was the most hilarious thing he had ever seen, and insisted that it was exactly what he needed to celebrate Halloween in style.

Jack had as many ideas for food as he did for decorations, constantly making new suggestions to Dean. Finally Dean sat him down and pared down his requests to a few key treats, before assuring Jack that he could handle the rest of the menu.

The next day, Sam headed to the kitchen for breakfast after a run and was surprised to see glossy magazines on the table. He turned the pages idly, realizing that they were all full of nothing but recipes and ideas for Halloween.

When Dean joined him, Sam shot him a teasing glance. “Got grand ideas for this party, huh, big brother?”

“Hey, it’s important to Jack.” Dean might’ve blushed, but his face was earnest.

“You sure it’s important to Jack, and not to you, to make Spooky Seven Layer Salad and Stuffed Olive Eyeballs, and oooh, what are Mummy Fingers?” Sam raised his eyebrows.

“I wanna make him proud.” Dean answered. Sam understood the things left unsaid - that food was important to Dean, after too many years growing up hungry or stealing just to eat. Having a kitchen where he could cook was one of the ways he made the bunker a home for his family.

“I know he will be.” Sam said. “I always liked your cooking.”

Dean understood the affirmation behind Sam’s praise, and nodded gratefully.

Seeing the others happy helped Sam accept the festivities. He hated Halloween, but he loved Jack. There were days when he remembered that the young man was the most powerful being in the universe. But most of the time, he just seemed like a kid, and the closest thing to a son he or Dean would ever have.

If this was what it took to make Jack happy, bad memories be damned, Sam would do it. Plus, if he was honest with himself, he didn’t hate the idea of having a few of their friends together. For once, it would be something fun instead of another monster hunt.

The one thing he couldn’t bring himself to get excited about was a costume. Jack was insistent on costumes all around. Dean and Sam both asked him what his costume would be, but he kept it a closely guarded secret.

While they discussed costumes, they also argued about the guest list. Dean kept teasing that Rowena wasn’t welcome. Sam knew his brother’s opposition to his girlfriend was all bluster, but Jack still sometimes fell for the disputes.

Finally one day, Dean approached Sam, a wide smile on his face. “I've solved your costume problem! We’ve made a deal, me and that little witch of yours. She can come to the party, as long as you wear the costume she picks out.”

“Whoa, hey, how is that a deal?” Sam protested, although he knew it was futile. “You do nothing, and I have to wear whatever costume she decides?”

“Have fun, Braveheart!” Dean smirked, clapping him on the shoulder.

How Rowena got Amazon delivery to the Bunker was a mystery to Sam and an irritation to Dean. Still, the box showed up the morning of the party. When Sam opened it, the box held just one thing: a sort of crown, a gold colored circlet with branches - or were they antlers?

Rowena’s only instructions were to dress like a hunter. Since he was a hunter, that was not especially helpful. In his room, Sam tried on the crown. With his usual flannel and plaid, it seemed out of place.

Then he remembered Dean jokingly calling him Braveheart, recalling the case the two of them had worked where Charlie talked them into LARPing. Charlie. Sam shook his head with a sad smile. She would’ve loved to attend a bunker Halloween party! She would’ve had the perfect brilliant nerdy costume, too.

He dug into his work disguises and found the loose tan tunic he had worn on that case. Even over jeans, it made the crown seem more fitting. He straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath. That was better.

“Cas is here!” Sam turned to see Jack scamper down the hall. He and Dean arrived in the entry of the bunker just as Cas and Jack embraced at the base of the stairs. It registered to Sam that Dean was in a cowboy costume, but before he could say anything, Dean spoke up.

“Cas, I believe the invitation said, no costume, no party.” Cas was wearing the same thing as always, a tan trench coat over a white shirt and dress pants with a tie. He nodded, and reached into the inner pocket of his coat.

“Agent Swift,” he declared, holding up a badge that said BSI. “Bureau of Supernatural Investigation.” Then he grinned, a wide smile that lit his face and crinkled the corners of his blue eyes. Dean laughed, and clapped him on the shoulder while Sam smiled and shook his head.

“Okay, come help me with my costume!” Jack grabbed Cas by the hand and all but dragged him out of the room.

Sam turned to Dean and looked more closely at what he was wearing. He wore a buff vest over his usual plaid flannel and jeans, a hat hanging over his shoulders by a rawhide cord. “Dude, Tombstone?”

“At least I’m not a - horny man?” Dean chuckled.

Sam scoffed. “Shouldn’t you be cooking? Putting cat brains in jello or something?”

“Actually, yeah, and I could use your help. Wanna wrap some mummies?” Dean took in the baffled expression on his brothers’ face. “It’s cocktail wieners and crescent dough.” Sam nodded hesitantly, following his brother to the bunker kitchen.

The Winchesters made more than one trip from the kitchen to the library, carrying trays of food, bowls of snacks, drinks, and candy. Sam stayed back to make sure the lights were on and everything was ready while Dean made one more trip for his proudest creation - a tray of sliced meat and cheese arranged just so around a plastic skeleton.

“Gross, Dean,” Sam said, unable to hide either the admiration in his tone or his little smile.

“I know, right?!” Dean crowed, swiping a bite.

Just then, Cas and Jack returned. At first, Jack seemed to be dressed like Cas in a long tan robe. But he had on a scarf and a headband with green ears and -

“You’re Baby Yoda?!” Sam exclaimed.

“I am dressed as the diminutive character portrayed on television’s The Mandelorian, although I am technically neither Baby nor Yoda-” whatever else Jack had to say was cut short by Sam’s engulfing hug.

Dean rolled his eyes before he pushed Sam aside for a hug of his own.

“How did this kid get to be such a nerd?” Dean asked Sam as Jack looked at his phone and then ran for the stairs.

“Like you don’t know!” Sam retorted.

“You are the one who showed him Star Wars.”

“You bought him comic books. Watchmen, and The Boys?”

Jack’s excited voice cut into the brothers’ bickering. “Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel!” He gestured with a flourish as Jody and Donna entered the library hand in hand.

Jody was wearing jeans and a kimono jacket that was red across the shoulders, blue starred below, with a wide gold band. Next to her, Donna was wearing a blue dress with red and stars around the neckline. She wore a brown belt around her waist and tall boots that matched the belt.

Sam and Dean welcomed their friends with broad smiles and warm hugs. Jack bounded around them like an excited puppy, showing off his costume and asking about theirs.

“Come on into the spooky library,” Sam intoned with a deep voice and a wave.

“Let’s eat!” Dean exclaimed, clapping his hands.

The six of them were comfortable together, talking and laughing easily. Dean’s themed food offerings were great, the presentation hilarious but the taste even better. The drinks flowed freely: beer and hard seltzer and sodas.

Jack took great delight in making sure everyone passed by his electronic raven repeatedly so that it croaked out greetings as often as possible. Everyone loved Jack, so they indulged him and never once suggested that they might be tired of hearing it.

Jody asked just once what Sam was meant to be, in his crown of branches or antlers.

“A horny man!” Dean joked.

“Rowena sent it,” was all Sam had to offer, shrugging.

Jody nodded. She knew all about what a person would do for the woman they loved. She raised one eyebrow in query.

“Where is Rowena?” she asked. “I can’t believe she would miss a chance to dress up.

“Oh yeah, isn’t she gonna be here?” Donna spoke up.

“Actually,” Jack chimed in, looking up from his phone. “Sam, head out to meet her.”

He walked out to the echoing entryway as Rowena appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed head to toe in shimmering black.

“A witch is never late,” she spoke as she descended. “Everyone else is simply early.”

Sam met her at the base of the stairs and she slipped one hand into his. He took in her costume slowly: a black dress that clung to all her curves, sparkling bits of jewelry at her throat and wrists. Most strikingly, she wore a cape of black feathers, iridescent with dark purple, green and gold.

Her head was adorned with a thin circlet of gold, much like Sam’s, but where his had branches reaching upward, hers had feathers carved away from her temples. Her hair was dressed with braids and feathers and bits of jet black crystal woven into the riot of curls spilling down over her shoulders.

The apparition of a raven trailed behind her, wings fluttering to keep up. Sam held out his hand and she took it so he could lead her to the library.

“A Queen of Ravens?” he asked.

“The Morrigan,” she replied, sweeping her cloak around her in a swirl. “And you are my Cernunnos. Well done with the costume.”

He bent down to brush a kiss on her upturned lips before they joined the others.

***

Jack was wildly jealous of Rowena’s raven, since his electronic toy was fixed to a shelf. But she praised his good taste and spoke a few words that allowed her familiar to follow his direction. That resulted in two ravens saying “Nevermore” in chorus, but it tickled Jack so much that no one had the heart to stop it.

Donna and Cas commandeered the aux cord, playing a mix of pop and classic rock. Jody and Dean delved into a discussion of firearms. Jack bounded from person to person, handing out candy and eating at least as much as he was giving.

Sam and Rowena snuck off to a quiet corner of the library, which was where Dean found them with a big book on the table in front of them. Rowena was standing, pointing to the pages as she explained Cernunnos. Sam was fixated, not on the book, but on her face, on the way her eyes sparkled and her lips curved as she read.

“Hey nerds,” Dean interrupted them. “It’s Halloween, time to party, not to read books and get heart eyes and make out in dark corners.”

“We weren’t making out!” Sam protested.

“Not yet,” Rowena cooed, taking his hand.

As the night wore on, everyone took turns choosing songs, the playlist ranging from classic rock to blues to Scottish folk tunes to cheesy pop monster music. They cut loose and danced, together or alone.

Rowena attempted to teach Jack a few heel-toe folk dance steps, but Dean picked it up faster. Sam danced by himself for a while, long-limbed and rhythmic. Cas surprised them all by knowing moves to viral music videos; apparently he had been doing research on TikTok.

Jody and Donna were wrapped in one another's arms, slow dancing and sneaking kisses, whether the music suited it or not. Donna put on Little Big Town’s “Girl Crush” and sang along softly, lips next to Jody’s ear, for her alone. Jody let her eyes flutter close, resting her chin on Donna’s shoulder, melting into her embrace.

Rowena watched the two of them with a fond smile on her face, while the boys turned to the snacks, giving the two of them their moment together alone.

It was almost midnight when Jack turned off the music, clapped for attention, and announced that it was time for Trick or Treat. He would be going around the room with a plastic jack o’ lantern bucket, and each guest was to perform a trick. If he liked it, they got a treat.

“So get this,” Sam started. “Trick or treat isn’t exactly-”

Dean put a hand on his arm. “Hold up. This is gonna be good.”

Jack approached the ladies first. Jody asked for a ribbon, which Rowena provided, and wove a Cat’s Cradle in her hands. Jack was fascinated, and made her repeat it several times before he gave her a treat. Donna pulled chairs aside to clear space, and did a cartwheel. Everyone clapped, and Jack decided that was worthy of two treats.

Cas made his BSI badge disappear and reappear, using only sleight of hand, no real magic. Jack tried over and over to copy him, with no success.

Dean walked over to one of the bookshelves and retrieved a handgun from behind the bound volumes. He had Jack blindfold him and then field stripped and reassembled it in under one minute. Sam recited a spell in Latin. When he was done, Dean stage whispered, “Isn’t that a recipe for laundry soap?” Sam laughed. It was, but he had recited it flawlessly. Jack gave them both treats.

Rowena’s trick, though, was the best one of all. She had previously enchanted her raven to sit next to Jack’s toy. Now she commanded his to fly about and sit on his shoulder. He was overcome with glee at this, and offered her every last treat he had.

When Jack skipped away, followed by a flutter of wings, Rowena turned to Sam, her hands full of candy.

“He’s a dear,” she cooed. “But these are all ghastly American sweeties.”

“Don’t worry.” Dean stepped up, holding a small box. “I’ll be happy to trade you.”

“Oh, you have Lindt!” She dumped the chocolate she held into his outstretched hand and reached for the treat he was offering her.

“Really, Dean?” Sam was surprised, and impressed.

“Well, I wanted everyone to have something, and I know how god awful picky she is.” Dean shrugged and then started as Rowena booped his nose with a smirk.

“Do I have to learn corvid care?” Sam asked Rowena as Dean walked away.

“Oh no!” Her laugh was quick and bright. “It will be back to a simple electronic toy before the morrow.”

The trick or treat was Jack’s last activity for the night, as he was soon on the verge of nodding off, his raven flapping lazily on his shoulder. Cas pointed him down the hall towards bed, where he fell asleep so full of candy and treats that he was still wearing his Baby Yoda headpiece.

The rest of the party drifted towards the kitchen, to the comfortable familiar space at the heart of the bunker. Dean gradually put away what was left of the more perishable food, sipping from a tumbler of whiskey as he walked in and out of the room.

Donna and Jody snuggled together on one side of the table, trading kisses and feeding one another chocolate candies.

Sam leaned back against the counter comfortably, Rowena wrapped in his arms. He had made her a proper cup of tea, and she sipped as she enjoyed her treats, the two of them whispering in low voices.

Dean raised his glass and caught his eye.

“I think this is good,” Sam said softly. “New memories.”

Nothing could change the past, but he didn’t live there anymore. This was their home, surrounded by their family and friends. This was their Halloween.

***

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beetlebitchywitch · 5 years ago

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52 with Incubus!Beej sounds so made for eachother

52: “I’m not jealous! It’s just...you’re mine!”

HAX I’M SO SORRY this has been sitting in my inbox for A G E S but hey, we’re gonna give some more Incubus!Beej a shot!

Note: this was supposed to be a smut prompt. But I took it to real soft places. Whoops.

Where the fuck are you?

Beetlejuice was pacing, his body unable to stand still for longer than three seconds before the anxiety simmering in his belly threatened to explode into a rolling boil. The jagged sound of his forked tail dragging across the hardwood floor felt like the perfect soundtrack to the racing thoughts and images clouding his mind as he frantically scanned the street below your apartment. Six hours ago, you’d left in a cloud of perfume, hairspray, and nervous energy, promising to be home in four hours, and with each passing second a new possibility assaulted his tired mind. You, sprawled out on the concrete stained wet with blood and tears. You, bound and gagged in some freak’s basement with a gun to your head. You, bound and gagged in some freak’s basement because you asked to be…while the first two thoughts were frightening, the last was simply enraging. His fear and his anger swirled like a violent maelstrom in his stomach, bitter tears biting at his eyes at the feeling of the storm brewing inside of him. He didn’t want to yell, he didn’t want to cry, he just wanted you home and safe in his arms where you belonged...but you were his feeder. Nothing more. Demons don’t deserve love. Demons don’t deserve love. Demons don’t deserve love.

It was this mantra repeated daily that kept him from pouring out his heart to you from day one.

Before he could even attempt to unpack the terrifying, poisonous concoction that was his emotions, his ears perked up at the sound of a key in the lock. The simmer in his stomach fell to a weak bubble as the door flung open to reveal you, safe and sound and as gorgeous as ever, a smile on your face and completely impractical shoes in hand. No blood, no rope, no bruises- you were ok. You were home.

And then his nose twitched and burned as the smell of breather punched him in the face like a heavyweight boxer. And not his breather- male breather. The scent was pouring off of you like a heavy smoke billowing from every pore on your body, the acrid stench bringing the bubble of emotions back to the edge of a boil in seconds.

“Hey, Beej,” you greeted casually, tossing your heels onto the floor before falling into his arms. He held you close, of course, trying his best not to gag. “I’m home.”

“I can see that, snack,” he said slowly, fighting valiantly to keep his disgust hidden. “You’re two hours late.”

“I know, I know, I would’ve called but my phone was dead. I’m sorry, Beej, but we were just having so much fun,” you groaned happily, eyes sliding shut at the thought of your late-night activities. He bit back a snarl as he let his fingers run through your hair.

“I was worried, kitten,” he replied, the calm evenness of his words underpinned with a dark, foreboding tone. “Not like I knew what you were up to. It’s easy to get taken advantage of when you’re drunk.”

“Please, I had one beer the whole night,” you countered, wrapping your arms around his neck. It was true, he figured, he could only barely smell the alcohol on your breath underneath the overwhelming, enraging stench of men. God, he’d had enough.

“Oh yeah? And what else did you have tonight, feeder?” he finally asked. You went stiff in his arms. Your eyes were downcast, afraid of the quiet anger you knew you’d find in his. “Or is it better if I ask who?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, wriggling out of his arms and escaping into the kitchen- he was hot on your tail, though, toes nearly clipping the back of your heel as he pursued you. “I was just out with my frie-”

“Don’t lie to me!” Beetlejuice interjected suddenly, pounding his fist on the counter and sending a few pieces of silverware clattering to the floor. You jolted with a yelp and pressed your back against the wall, your posture reading only fear and God, he didn’t want to scare you, he never wanted to scare you, but the pot had boiled over and now there was no stopping him. “I can smell them on you. How many men touched you tonight, hmm? How many fucking disgusting breathers got their fingerprints all over you? Tell me, I’ll have their hands sliced off and mounted on my goddamn wall!” he growled, eyes and hair flaring a brilliant, blistering red.

“None, Beej, baby, listen to me,” you said desperately, refusing to take a step closer to him with his claws dug so dangerously into the counter. “It’s a club, you’re constantly pressed up against other people, of course I’d come home smelling like someone else! Are you seriously telling me you don’t believe me?”

“Why should I? Why should I when you’re two hours late and smelling like a goddamn brothel-“

“God, do you fucking hear yourself?” you cried, finally meeting his gaze with ire of your own bubbling out of you. “I wouldn’t have gone out at all if I knew you were gonna be a jealous brat when I came home!”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just...you’re mine!” he retorted, seemingly desperate for the words to describe how he felt and frustrated when he couldn’t find them.

“Maybe here I am,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to calm your growing frustration. “But tonight...tonight I got to be mine, Beetlejuice. My whole life can’t just be defined by belonging to you...I have to do what I want too. And tonight I wanted to go out, so you’re just going to have to live with it.”

You expected rage. If anything you were more prepared for it, the yelling, the fighting, the inevitable bout of make-up sex that would leave Beetlejuice satisfied in more ways than one...that, you could handle. What nearly knocked you off your center of gravity, however, was how his shoulders slowly but surely slumped, his entire posture bowing under a feeling of defeat as a deep purple crawled its way through his hair. It was silent- you didn’t break it even to take a breath.

“I...I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, his voice thickened with unspoken sorrow. “I should’ve known better. I...I’m just gonna go.”

No. God, no, this isn’t what you wanted. The shade of purple tainting his hair nearly made you sick, because you knew exactly which emotions that color represented. You wanted to reach out, to pet his hair and hold him close and tell him it would be ok, but it looked as though he might shatter underneath your fingers. His usual light, his mirth, and his infectious rambunctiousness were gone, replaced with soul-crushing sorrow- he’d argue that he didn’t have a soul, but in your eyes, that was impossible. His soul shone so brightly in your life that you suspect the sun could disappear tomorrow and yet you’d feel no less warm, no less alive. Him leaving would be a solar eclipse that never ended, a blanket of darkness that covered you absolutely, drowning you in nothing but nothingness. No, that simply could not happen.

“Bug, don’t go,” you pleaded, bringing out the name you only used on rare occasions. It seemed to get his attentioned, his tail flicking more insistently across the tiled floor. “I...I don’t want you to leave. Please.”

“Why?” he asked. God, his voice was utterly broken, despondent beyond belief and it killed you. “You have a life, Y/N. I can’t have one. It’s like you said, you belong to yourself- it’d be wrong to keep you shackled to being a feeder when there’s so much more you can be. Let me go, snack. Let me go so you can live.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until the tears dropped from your chin to the floor below. By now, Beej’s hair was nearly black, the purple sheen only visible when he turned his head towards the light. Each word out of his mouth felt like a death sentence, each step towards the door like the lowering of the guillotine. Tonight was the night he knew had been coming for months- the night he’d be forced to realize that you were too good for him, that demons truly don’t deserve love, and his eternity was always meant to be spent alone. This would play out like he always knew it would, and there was nothing to be done about it.

“No.”

...Well. That was certainly a wrench in the gears.

“You don’t know what you’re saying, feeder,” he sighed, moving back into the living room to prepare for his departure. “A month from now you’ll thank me.”

“I said no, Lawrence.” He gulped- you only used his first name when you meant business. “If you leave...I...goddammitdoIhavetodoeverythingmyself-”

Before he could even ask what you meant, you were in front of him, pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to crash your lips into his. You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to show him what you’d been dying for him to realize for months, but you knew that you’d have to say it. You were afraid of putting yourself out on a limb, but you knew that even if you fell, somehow, he’d catch you. He always did.

“God, Beetlejuice, I fucking love you,” you murmured against his lips, pressing your body as close to his as you could. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you steady- a good sign. “I’ve loved you for so long and if you left nothing would be right. I belong to myself, but I belong to you too, and I never want you to go away because if you did I think a little part of me would die.”

You were rambling, you knew you were rambling, but you couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out- you’d kept yourself silent for far too long and now all of it was spilling out of you with nowhere to go but directly to Beetlejuice’s heart. He cradled you close, pressing your face to his chest while you continued to mumble and murmur your love for him into his skin. You were trembling, and he steadied you. You were terrified, and he comforted you. You were lost, and he guided you. And you loved him, and he-

“I love you too,” he whispered into your hair, his words fluttering like a feather through your body until they settled deep into your soul, finding their permanent home there. “God, do I love you, snack. I love you more than life and death themselves, but I’m a demon- and demons don’t deserve love.”

“Says who?”

“Says...says…”

“...If you’re about to say your mother, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

He laughed and your heart skipped a beat; you lifted your head from its place against his chest and saw a soft pink had crawled its way through Beej’s hair, mingling with the purple that still lingered at the tips.

“I guess you have a point,” he admitted with a soft sigh. “She drilled that shit in my head from day one. Didn’t need me wondering why mommy dearest would choose booze over me, right?” The sadness mellowed his rough voice, but you simply buried your face in his chest again, breathing in his comforting scent.

“Some demons don’t deserve love, like certain bitchy mothers whose names shall not be spoken,” you breathed, drawing another little chuckle from his lips. “But some do. You do. All you have to do is let me.”

...Could he? The one truth he ever knew was that love was out of the question. His existence was about feeding- satiating his desire for warm flesh against his until he got hungry again. Feeding didn’t require love, his existence didn’t require love, so could he let you love him when it seemed so alien to him? But when he looked down at you...your eyes pleaded for him, glistening softly with unshed tears and framed by long, dark eyelashes. Your lips parted with each breath, reddened and swollen from his kisses. Your hair framed your face so gorgeously, tousled locks cascading down your shoulder and just brushing his hand where it laid splayed across your back. You looked at him with admiration, like if you so much as blinked he may vanish so you wished to take him in while you could. It frightened him. It excited him. He had no choice, he realized, but to give in to the inevitability of you. There was nowhere else for him to go- this was where he belonged.

“...Ok.”

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amenomiko · 5 years ago

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Thank you for the request! As usual I’m sorry for the late post. Ahahaha. Ha. TT_TT anyway I hope you like it <3

IkeSen Warlords x Underground Hero MC

Nobunaga

Hero Name : Fireball (Ironic. Ohoh)

Quirk: Fire User

Weakness: Will burn something by accident if she have a fever.

-“How ironic.” Is the word that she said when he called her “Fireball”.

-When he found out about her identity, that’s where he understood what does she mean by ‘Ironic’. ‘Fireball’ itself is the name of her, as an Underground Hero.

-She is basically a fire user, and a strong one at that, to Nobunaga’s amusement, especially when she didn’t hesitate to follow him to battlefield.

-But her weakness may hurt her own ally as well. Because..

-“Haachiuuu QAQ!!”

-*BOOOM*

-Hideyoshi gasped to the burnt breakfast, and ran to the kitchen. “___! You are not allowed to help the maids in the kitchen until you get better, you understand?”

-“B-But- HAACHIUUU QAQ!!” Another raw chicken is burnt into crisp.

- “No buts. Your fever will burn the ingredients and Nobunaga-sama is taking this chance to suggest us to have konpeito for breakfast.” He growled, followed by a long sigh.

Hideyoshi

Hero Name: Aquamarine

Quirk: Water User

Weakness: Her tears will change into pearls when she cried, so if anyone didn't know that she is a hero, she might be kidnapped.

-She is very soft, gentle, and very empathetic towards anyone. Just, anyone.

-Too emotional, she can cry easily.

-Hideyoshi get to learn about her pearl tears when she was nagged by him, and one of the vassals saw her pearl tears and kidnapped her the very next day.

-Despite that, she is very strong as her power is deadly. It can be changed from a liquid to a solid form, and any source of water is like her servant that serve her.

-Even though there's no source of water in field of war, she can still summon it, as to say, she is not fully dependent on source of water, as she is a "water" herself.

Masamune

Hero Name: Silent Chao

Quirk: Invisible weapon user, particularly accompanied with a hand fan as weapon, that acts like a sword and a hand pose like a gun will act like a gun.

Weakness: She can't use her power fully if she is separated with her hand fan. She could use a paper, but it won’t be 100% effective. And, if she playfully make a pose of hand gun, she might accidentally shoot someone.

-His first question is: "Can it be used to cut ingredients?" which earned a glare from her.

-But how ironic she use it as a knife to cut the ingredients for cooking-

-Masamune misused her fan by locking her movements, and swing her hand to cut Hideyoshi's pants.

-"Is that... 'All Hail Nobunaga' written on his fundoshi--"

-When they become lovers, she nearly shoot him because she's does gun pose when she replied to one of his cheesy pick-up lines with "Aaayyyy 😏👉 <3 and-

-*BANG!*

-He went pale when the wall has a smoky hole in it.

-"Hyaaaa Masamune I'm sorry! I didn't mean to QAQ!!"

-"Heh. It's alright lass- *Bonk!*"

-The paper scroll fell directly on his head and he fainted in instant.

Ieyasu

Hero Name : Melodia

Quirk: Voice

Weakness: If she cry (out of fear or extreme sadness), she might break glasses and people’s ears will be damaged more than usual damage she can cause.

-Her voice is very soothing and beautiful. She can make enemy fell asleep, or confused, and her high pitched voice will break things.

-Animals would always be attracted to her mostly, including the dangerous ones (which freak Ieyasu at times). But seeing her lulling Wasabi to sleep, or him, makes his anger fade away in instant. Was it because of her quirk? Or because he had fallen in lo- of course not. That’s ridiculous. (Yeah, yeah, Ieyasu, we get it.)

-Another reason to freak out: Try not to upset her, because there was one time when his contrarian personality has stepped on the boundaries, it has given him the best lesson ever.

-“I-Ieyasu- y-you- it’s better if you take those words back.” She trembled, holding back her frustration and fuming anger within her, despite knowing he is being contrary. But not today, just not today-

-“What? Are you going to use your voice so it confuses me so I slap myself?”

-*snap*

-She had cried so loud (Out of frustration, obviously), and it had destroyed all of the ceramic jar of herbs in his room, and all the fragile items within the castle.

-How did the cry end? Ieyasu force a kiss on her. That’s how they become lovers after that. *snort*

Mitsunari

Hero Name: Super Lady

Quirk: Super strength

Weakness: If she didn't control it, she might break someone's bone.

-Mitsunari is the first one to be amazed with her strength, constantly complimenting her, making her blush and accidentally break any stuff near her, or destroying something that she was holding at that time.

-For example, she broke the plates she carried into half and it took whole of Hideyoshi not to get mad at her.

-But there's one time when she saw a mosquito on his cheek, she had sent Mitsunari flying and it took a month for him to recover.

-And.. She ever break the castle's walls because she kicked one of the bullies (that bullied Mitsunari) into a wall out of anger.

-It took all of her not to squeeze on Mitsunari's arms so much when they were kissing (because hell, that angel is very good at it).

Mitsuhide

Hero Name: Psychica

Quirk: Psychic

Weakness: If she is in negative state (mentally and emotionally), the things around her will be destroyed and she might damage her own body.

-He found out when MC tried to stop a bullet that were fired by the enemies during war because their army has weakened.

-Ever since then she has become his partner in long range squad because she can control the movement of arrows and bullets.

-But Mitsuhide had to keep an eye on her because she ever rage from enemy's dirty trick and killed all of them in instant, resulting her to cough out blood from extreme use of her mana.

-And.. Whenever she's angry, it's such a hassle to hide himself because flying object will run after him.

-Not to mention when small knives stab his clothes (making him stick on the wall) when she wanted to confess her feelings to him.

Kenshin

Hero Name: Heiki-sama

Quirk: Weapon summoner and Master in using weapons

Weakness: Just like fire user, when she sneeze from fever, random weapons will come out from her.

-Kenshin didn't give a single glance at her, until she show her interest in aiding him for war.

-She had summoned weapons in front of him, assuming she was a ninja at first, but it wasn't the case.

-He knew about her background when he take a chance to give her a surprise attack, and it drives his lust to battle more (as she keep on summoning random weapons, especially when it's a weapon that he never seen before)

-It amuses him some more when she had a fever, making her sneeze with weapons (extra points to his amusement when the castle is full with random weapons)

-She had pouted after that and as a revenge she locked all of his sake and plums with a chain.

Shingen

Hero Name: Koori no Kimi

Quirk: Ice User (Unlimited power of ice, and she be able to freeze a fire)

Weakness: She is able to freeze a whole town if her mental state is negative; changing summer to winter, and it will be hard to defrost as it is uncontrollable until she calm down

-Shingen gets to know it when she tried to escape from his flirty touchy attack when he was drunk during one of the victory feasts.

-She had pinned him to wall with her ice and it made him sober impromptu.

-It took him a while to earn her trust because whenever he is near, there will be ice mist coming from her legs a.k.a a warning to not get close.

-Even though she is strong, Shingen still refuse to bring her to battlefield because well, goddess must not stain her hand (Oh joy.)

-Only to get another ice attack from her, by freezing his snacks to his dismay.

Yukimura

Hero Name: Shifter

Quirk: Shape Shifting (Includes both living and non-living things)

Weakness: If she is in a weak state, she might change into things she couldn't control. For example, if she sneeze from a fever, she might accidentally changed into a pencil for no reason.

-Yukimura get to know about her when she changed into a REAL wild boar and head butt him because she was too angry.

-And change into an enchantress when he called her that as well.

-There was one time when the castle nearly need some huge repairs when MC changed into a dragon because she was too angry with her banter with him.

-Endless pranks with him if they were having a fight again.

-He ever gave her a surprise kiss, making her changed into a knife for a week, and will try to stab him (because she were too embarrassed from it), until Sasuke had to get involved to calm her down.

-Reason: Enough with one Stabby Lord, we wouldn't want to add another stabby person.

Sasuke

Hero Name: Kemononoke Hime

Quirk: Summoning Spirits of Animals

Weakness: Her mind must be calm throughout the summoning. If she gets angry or any negative state is in her mind, the spirits couldn't be controlled and will start to eat human's energy.

-It's easy to get to know about her because well, he is from the future and underground heroes is everywhere.

-Her no.1 Fan at that.

-"Your quirk reminds me of summoning Pokemon, like __ I choose you." - Enthusiastic voice didn't match his stoic face.

-Constant compliments of "As expected of MC." and "You are very strong, it is the reason why I'm your no.1 fan." which indirectly made MC blushed with his words and resulted in imbalance emotions within her, and when she said "PLEASE STOP >/////<!"

-The castle is full with animal spirits and he is buried among them.

-But he is happy- honored. Correction.

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